Monday, November 26, 2012
NAP: 33 Months
Dear Nash,
Mommy is very late again. Son, this has been a very long and exhausting month. First, the entire family had one form or another of a nasty stomach virus. You and Daddy had it the worst. You were the first to go down and when you would vomit, you say, "I spit it out." Poor little guy. Then we had a week or so of decent health when croup came on like a freight train. After an exhausting night of trying to decide whether or not to take you to the hospital, my gut kicked in and I drove your sweet, gasping little self to the Children's Hospital at 2 am. After a few breathing treatments and a steroid, we got to go home. That was a tough little time for you and I was so proud of how brave you were. I do have to tell you though that you resisted your breathing treatments with all of your might. You are very strong-willed. Now, you have a secondary infection and are on antibiotics. I pray you feel much better soon.
This month we also visited Houston, where you played with your best friends and cousins, Luke and Davis. You really love those guys. You got to stay in their room and have a sleepover. You played like such a big boy. Then we spent a couple of days at Mimi and Buddy's where you hung out with your grandparents and Mikey and SueSue. You sure know how to make your way around their property and all of the things to do. Don't tell Buddy, but you threw every pine cone on the property into the pond.
You also spent some time with Grammy and Grampy. Your new favorite thing to do at their house is yard work. You love pulling weeds, wearing gloves, and helping Grampy. They say they work you like a little Polack. See, they can say that because you and Grampy and Daddy are Polacks. Wrenny too.
You are loving school. You remember your rules: "No hitting, no kicking, no throwing toys." Most of all though: you love dinosaurs. You know so many. You carry them around with you. You work on the dinosaur puzzle multiple times a day. You pretend like you are a dinosaur sometimes too.
Oh and behaviorally, you are all two right now. You are testing everything. When I ask you to stop something and you keep doing it, I usually threaten to take something away or send you to time out. You then offer me the thing or offer to go to time out. Then when I say okay, you freak out! Or when I put you in the stroller, you say you want to walk. Then when I say okay, you say,"no, stroller!" Oh, to be two.
Nashy, tonight you came searching for me to give me a hug and a kiss. I know this will not last forever, but I relish your love and sweet side. I also know how much you are learning by testing us. You are growing into such a big, little guy.
I love you son,
Mom
Mommy is very late again. Son, this has been a very long and exhausting month. First, the entire family had one form or another of a nasty stomach virus. You and Daddy had it the worst. You were the first to go down and when you would vomit, you say, "I spit it out." Poor little guy. Then we had a week or so of decent health when croup came on like a freight train. After an exhausting night of trying to decide whether or not to take you to the hospital, my gut kicked in and I drove your sweet, gasping little self to the Children's Hospital at 2 am. After a few breathing treatments and a steroid, we got to go home. That was a tough little time for you and I was so proud of how brave you were. I do have to tell you though that you resisted your breathing treatments with all of your might. You are very strong-willed. Now, you have a secondary infection and are on antibiotics. I pray you feel much better soon.
This month we also visited Houston, where you played with your best friends and cousins, Luke and Davis. You really love those guys. You got to stay in their room and have a sleepover. You played like such a big boy. Then we spent a couple of days at Mimi and Buddy's where you hung out with your grandparents and Mikey and SueSue. You sure know how to make your way around their property and all of the things to do. Don't tell Buddy, but you threw every pine cone on the property into the pond.
You also spent some time with Grammy and Grampy. Your new favorite thing to do at their house is yard work. You love pulling weeds, wearing gloves, and helping Grampy. They say they work you like a little Polack. See, they can say that because you and Grampy and Daddy are Polacks. Wrenny too.
You are loving school. You remember your rules: "No hitting, no kicking, no throwing toys." Most of all though: you love dinosaurs. You know so many. You carry them around with you. You work on the dinosaur puzzle multiple times a day. You pretend like you are a dinosaur sometimes too.
Oh and behaviorally, you are all two right now. You are testing everything. When I ask you to stop something and you keep doing it, I usually threaten to take something away or send you to time out. You then offer me the thing or offer to go to time out. Then when I say okay, you freak out! Or when I put you in the stroller, you say you want to walk. Then when I say okay, you say,"no, stroller!" Oh, to be two.
Nashy, tonight you came searching for me to give me a hug and a kiss. I know this will not last forever, but I relish your love and sweet side. I also know how much you are learning by testing us. You are growing into such a big, little guy.
I love you son,
Mom
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Monday, October 22, 2012
Sweet Berry Farms
We went to Sweet Berry Farms in Marble Falls to take pumpkin pictures. We went in the corn maze, jumped on the giant pillows, painted pumpkins, rode in a barrel train, took a hay ride with scare crows, and fed the goats. And wouldn't you know, we got NO good pictures of both kids in the pumpkins?
NAP: 32 Months
Dear Nash,
Busy boy. Have I been writing that on your posts for two years now? It sure feels like it. If you had it your way, I would only refer to you as Triceratops, T-Rex, Stegosaurus or one of the other twenty or so dinosaurs that you can name and I cannot. You are dinosaur crazy. So dinosaur crazy that you sleep with hard plastic dinosaurs. You will watch only Dino Dan on TV. You can tell us which dinosaurs eat what. You mimic their sounds and even play with your little dinos. Obsessed.
To fuel this obsession, we also got you a dinosaur quilt for your big boy bed (twin mattress on the ground). That's right, the crib is gone. You climbed out of it about a month ago. I put you back in, but you were back over faster than I could turn around. Uncle. You go to sleep at night with no problem. You do usually wake up at least once in the night and need a little reassurance. Nap time has been a different story. You have just resisted, with all of your might. I'd just wash my hands of the nap (though I do love taking one too), but you then fall asleep before dinner and are a tyrant for the rest of the day. You trash your room, throw toys and clothes and diapers and wipes everywhere. You rip things off of the wall. You take books off of the shelves. You climb on furniture and find dangerous things (nail clippers and scissors). You covered yourself in Vaseline Really. So, we took everything fun out of your room, bought blackout curtains, out a door knob lock on your door and kept on trying. For a week, you have taken a nap every day. Sometimes it takes an hour for you to fall asleep, but it is happening.
Oh, and more big changes- you have quit the paci! Your beloved paci! You started chewing on them and tearing holes in them. So, I started throwing them away. One day you took a nap without one and didn't ask for one that night either. By the time you asked for one in the middle of the night, I just told you that you chewed them all and that they were all gone. That worked. I think it has been a week now. It is funny how much we stressed over this change and you just took it in stride.
You love reading (especially The Very Hungry Caterpillar), swinging, playing with dinosaurs, and making Sissy laugh. You have started playing with your friends and you pride yourself in sharing. Your vocabulary is amazing, but we cannot always understand you still. Oh, and you LOVE to climb - on everything.
Nashy, we love you so. You crack us up constantly. You are testing at every turn, learning constantly, and being a great boy.
I love you,
Mom
WDP: 10 Months
Dear Wren,
My sweet girl. It's been a big month for you. You turned double digits, in months, that is. I think you are the perfect size. I love holding you, though you love when I hold you even more! You still let me carry you in the Ergo, though you much prefer to take part in the action.
You still do not crawl. You still only go backwards in the walker. You still cannot get from laying down to sitting up. So what action am I writing about? Girl, you cruise. You know all you have to do is wine a little and we will sit you up. From there, you pull up on the nearest thing and take off. You move between pieces of furniture and are even trying to stand on your own. I have seen you get on all fours and rock a little, but I am starting to get the feeling that you might skip crawling.
You clearly need fuel for all of this movement. You will eat almost anything. You will not eat baby food off of a spoon, only out of a pouch. You will always go for whole food first though. You eat cut up chicken, peaches, plumbs, grapes, steamed carrots, boiled potatoes, steamed celery. Ground beef, Cheerios, cottage cheese, greek yogurt, and strawberries are also on your list. Really, you'll try anything. The other day I was feeding you bits of chicken out of my chicken salad (the mayo kind) and you grabbed the bowl and shoveled the rest in. You smelled like onions all day!
You have started mimicking things that we do: you hold a phone to your ear and to ours, you took a tissue and pretended to blow your nose, you play peek-a-boo without prompting, and you are learning "SO BIG!" with arms in the air. You clap and wave, at your discretion. We also really think that you say Mama.
You seem to really enjoy toys with music, dance parties, swinging, and anytime Daddy and Nash are around. We love watching you and Nash share, play, and laugh. You seek him out in a room and he has made it one of his life goals to make you laugh.
Wrenny Wren, I simply cannot believe my baby is 10 months old. We are so enjoying you. We love having a little girl to love.
Love,
Mom
My sweet girl. It's been a big month for you. You turned double digits, in months, that is. I think you are the perfect size. I love holding you, though you love when I hold you even more! You still let me carry you in the Ergo, though you much prefer to take part in the action.
You still do not crawl. You still only go backwards in the walker. You still cannot get from laying down to sitting up. So what action am I writing about? Girl, you cruise. You know all you have to do is wine a little and we will sit you up. From there, you pull up on the nearest thing and take off. You move between pieces of furniture and are even trying to stand on your own. I have seen you get on all fours and rock a little, but I am starting to get the feeling that you might skip crawling.
You clearly need fuel for all of this movement. You will eat almost anything. You will not eat baby food off of a spoon, only out of a pouch. You will always go for whole food first though. You eat cut up chicken, peaches, plumbs, grapes, steamed carrots, boiled potatoes, steamed celery. Ground beef, Cheerios, cottage cheese, greek yogurt, and strawberries are also on your list. Really, you'll try anything. The other day I was feeding you bits of chicken out of my chicken salad (the mayo kind) and you grabbed the bowl and shoveled the rest in. You smelled like onions all day!
You have started mimicking things that we do: you hold a phone to your ear and to ours, you took a tissue and pretended to blow your nose, you play peek-a-boo without prompting, and you are learning "SO BIG!" with arms in the air. You clap and wave, at your discretion. We also really think that you say Mama.
You seem to really enjoy toys with music, dance parties, swinging, and anytime Daddy and Nash are around. We love watching you and Nash share, play, and laugh. You seek him out in a room and he has made it one of his life goals to make you laugh.
Wrenny Wren, I simply cannot believe my baby is 10 months old. We are so enjoying you. We love having a little girl to love.
Love,
Mom
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Lump in my Throat
Dear Nash,
I just went in to check on you and felt a lump rise in my throat. You are sleeping on a twin mattress on the floor of your room. You are under a sheet and a blanket, with your head resting on a pillow. You are surrounded by hard plastic dinosaurs, a water cup, and a pacifier. What, you might ask, could cause this emotion in me? Son, you are growing too quickly.
After a trying few days, you have made it known that you have a voice in this house. We are still your parents and are trying to find ways to accommodate you. But, by climbing out of your crib, lightening fast, by the way, you mandated that a big boy bed was in order. I haven't even had a chance to order bedding or pick a bed frame. These are your terms.
Sweet boy, you are no longer a baby. You are a little boy. And I love you.
Sweet dreams,
Mom
I just went in to check on you and felt a lump rise in my throat. You are sleeping on a twin mattress on the floor of your room. You are under a sheet and a blanket, with your head resting on a pillow. You are surrounded by hard plastic dinosaurs, a water cup, and a pacifier. What, you might ask, could cause this emotion in me? Son, you are growing too quickly.
After a trying few days, you have made it known that you have a voice in this house. We are still your parents and are trying to find ways to accommodate you. But, by climbing out of your crib, lightening fast, by the way, you mandated that a big boy bed was in order. I haven't even had a chance to order bedding or pick a bed frame. These are your terms.
Sweet boy, you are no longer a baby. You are a little boy. And I love you.
Sweet dreams,
Mom
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