The Mom Files 17
This is two. Here we are, with a two year old. Do you ever stop to look back and think “what? How/when did that happen?” I remember when I was quite pregnant I would sometimes see my reflection in a store window and be all excited about a pregnant woman. Then I realized it was me.
SO, HI! It’s nice to be back and sharing about Harrison. I was reading old blog posts recently and got the itch to write about it all again. Well, here we are! So what is there to say? First, Harrison is still in daycare four days a week. They love him there, partly because he “doesn’t hit them” and is relatively well mannered. So… high standards for the kids all around.
He is going to BE IN A WEDDING in a few weeks – my brother’s wedding, to be exact. I’m anticipating disaster but a bag of snacks and plans B through F should do the trick. Which means his wispy mullet needs its second real haircut. Mom could do with one of those as well.
I wrote a long long time ago that Harrison likes people more than toys and this is still the case. At the time, being a first time mom and not being able to track down my crystal ball, I was wondering why my child wasn’t interested in anything. I see now it’s just because he likes to be with people. That doesn’t stop him being super shy and needing some time to warm up but he’s really a personable dude. This sort of gets in the way of him playing independently but we try and encourage him to make his own fun as much as we can.
Me: ‘Are you all done?’
Him: ‘Yeah!’ *keeps eating*
*stops eating, pushes away from table*
Me: ‘You look to be all done. Are you all done?’
Him: ‘Yeah!’ *grabs toast and continues eating*
It’s frustrating when your child doesn’t really talk until an ‘older’ age. It’s hard to know what he understands but doesn’t say, aside from things he points out in his books. And he won’t communicate when he’s “off” (tired, hungry etc), which I expect is the same across the board with lots of kids.
We’re at a point where we are constantly working on learning boundaries and what is ours vs what is not ours. This is a challenge in stores when he picks up something but then I say we can’t buy it. I give him ample opportunity to put the item back on the shelf or give it to the cashier or otherwise relinquish control, but eventually just have to take the item and put it back and it’s always an insane meltdown involving me carrying a screaming, thrashing child out of a store. It’s tiresome, and I’m not sure why he doesn’t do it to my husband.
He had allergy tests done a couple weeks ago and DIDN’T CARE FOR THAT! I mean, he hate all kinds of surprises – toenail cutting, fingernail trimming, and apparently allergy testing. I feel like I’ve had to hold my child down while a medical professional does whatever to him WAY more often than my friends with kids. Sigh. Anyway, he’s over his egg allergy and is only allergic to (of the ones they tested) sesame and chickpeas.We got him a doll stroller for his birthday and I’m *more than annoyed* at the marketing of these things to kids. It’s a doll stroller. My husband pushes a stroller, why does my son need an obnoxious pink flowered thing that’s obviously intended for/marketed to girls? But anyway, we got him a pink one because those were our options and boys can be pink too. He loves it, yessss! My husband and I have been quite sick this last week so Harrison’s been on his own mostly for playing while we die on the couch, and he’s been better with playing independently than usual because he can play with his stroller.
And that’s about it for current day with Harrison!
Hello! Harrison recently turned 18 months and it has been one heck of a ride this month. This will also be my last monthly update for Harrison – the monthly changes are smaller now that I find myself wondering what to write about! You don’t want to hear me say the same thing every month.
He started daycare in early January and four days later was OBVIOUSLY SICK BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY. I just started a new job and needed to be out of town very soon after and my student/teacher husband was starting a new semester. So that was a good time to navigate a sick child, yikes. It was another one of those times when we wished we had family near. After four days of him being sick with a fever, my husband took him to the doctor and it turns out he had pneumonia. He was sick for ten days and then back at daycare and now is just constantly running snot from his nose like everyone else at daycare. Not such a good time all around, it’s been a hard month for us.
He’s having fun at daycare, as far as I can tell from the report I get from his teachers. I’m sure I’ve mentioned before that he’s a fun little extrovert so he likes to be around people. He doesn’t like when Mom and Dad leave at first, but we walk down the hall and out the door and then I always peer in the window and he’s playing or sitting happily as though nothing had happened. I’m glad that window is there! A couple amazingly cute things have happened at daycare and it makes me so happy as a mom to see him interacting certain ways with kids. There are kids who really like him! Like, he probably has more friends than I do at this point! He was upset the other day as I put his clean diapers in their cubby and so he was crying and one little girl who was over from the preschool classroom went up to him and rubbed his back and patted him on the shoulder. I MEAN SERIOUSLY. He stopped crying, I’m not sure if he was comforted by her or if he was just confused and distracted but my heart was in smithereens on the floor. One of Harrison’s friends at daycare was going home for the day and they were saying bye to the little boy and Harrison waved and then blew a kiss to him. He does that all the time but only to adults. I’ve never seen him do that to a child before. And then he arrives the next day with his stuffed penguin (AS ALWAYS!) and one of the little boys his age pulled out a chair for Harrison to sit down. Like seriously, so cute. THEN HE PULLED A CHAIR OUT FOR PENGUIN. Like, Penguin is just basically another one of the gang. It really makes me feel better about the whole daycare thing to know that he has fun and is loved.
He’s still not particularly vocal. Wait, I take that back. He’s extremely vocal, but he’s not saying many words really. So far I’ve managed to get “all done,” “shoes,” “toes,” “dad,” and I think I heard “chair” today while he was pointing to a chair. It’s all very hard to tell, as I’m sure you know.
Also he likes to sit. Everywhere. At daycare they said that if they don’t take the little plastic lawn chair out of the shed for him to sit on, he just stares at the shed and cries. How sad! All he wants to do is sit!
I’ve been out of town overnight twice in the last month (the first time for three nights, cringe), which was the first time I haven’t slept just right next door to him. It was weird, and very hard. Having kids is hard. My heart ached for him while I was gone and then I get back and he’s loudly bashing his Wow Cup over and over and over and over on the table instead of eating and I want to stick my head far into a soft pillow. Le sigh.
And that, my friends, is all she wrote for the 2014/2015/2016 Mom Files. Maybe I’ll pick up some Behind the Bump and then Mom Files in 2043 when we decide we’re ready for another baby. Until then, catch me here on the blog with the Safety Series!
Thanks for reading!
Hello, 17 months. Nice to make your acquaintance. As I write this I’m wondering how I will actually survive parenthood. Like really. Should I buy stock in energy drinks? Like having a newborn is hard, but then they start crawling, then walking, then having preferences, then being irrational AND SO ON. What am I going to do when he’s going to a sleepover party when he’s 15 years old and there are girls there but, don’t worry, mom, they’re not sleeping over. OK SURE THING, SON. I BELIEVE YOU.*
Pictured above is one of the few successes we’ve had with utensils. Bringing to his mouth is fine but scooping or stabbing is a challenge. He also insists on helping me with the dishwasher. I want to include him so I suffer through it but then I open the door and the poor penguin is jammed under the bottom rack.
Harrison is a tantrum machine right now. It’s partly cute, mostly just gets an eye roll from me, and also quite exhausting when it’s all day long. I do really think the foot stomping that comes along with it is so funny and so I have to hold back my laughter.
Recent tantrum-inducing events:
- I put his backpack in the car
- I left the room
- I came back in the room
- I was in the bathroom and he couldn’t find me and continued to circle the house while I called his name out the open bathroom door
- I went downstairs to get laundry without telling him
- I wouldn’t let him mess up the laundry
- He had to wear a coat outside
- I wouldn’t let him throw the Grinch from the shopping cart, on repeat, all through the store
AND SO ON AND SO FORTH WHAT FUN SUCH A MAGICAL TIME.
He also stopped nursing cold turkey a couple days before Christmas. We went from three feeds a day to two and then the next day to none. I offered to him a couple times a day for a week and he didn’t want it. He actually squirmed and tried to get away. So there we have it. The end of our nursing journey at 16.5 mos was an abrupt, full stop, grind to a halt, do not pass go nor collect even one iota of emotional stability. I cried for four days, pumped a couple times to ease the transition and now we’ve moved on I guess. The stoppage of nursing at 16 months isn’t particularly upsetting in itself, I just had no warning. No time to think “this is our last nursing session” or anything like that. I just blinked and it was done. I guess it’s good as I’m finally heading back to work this month. I was willing to nurse through that but I guess now we don’t even have to worry about that.
With me going back to work, it also means Harrison will be going to daycare for the first time. We found one we like… I guess. As much as one can like a daycare… He will adjust better than I will. We’ve been for a couple trial runs and he just wanders off and plays by himself while I try not to turn into a puddle of tears in the corner. And oh my goodness there are so many changes in our house right now and, specifically, in Harrison and I’s relationship. My husband will be with Harrison on Fridays and they haven’t spent much solo time together because I’m a loser who is ALWAYS AROUND so that will be a nice change for them too. Since my husband has a more flexible work schedule, the “main contact” parent responsibilities shifts from me to him. If Harrison is sick at daycare or has to go to the doctor, I’m no longer the one doing that. It’s a bit weird for me, but really good for the family to have that balance.
We also had a great – but very, very quiet – Christmas, just the three of us. My husband and I spent MOST of Christmas Eve playing Donkey Kong on the SNES. So there’s that.
I hope you had a wonderful holiday as well!
Until Next Time,
*just kidding, I absolutely don’t.
So Harrison is now 16 months old. The last month has been a big (steep?) learning curve for our family – MYSELF, specifically. We used to keep Harrison in the living room thanks to a couple of gates and he would always scream when we left the room (FOMO, much?). Once he started walking, I (on my mom’s urging) took down the gates and gave him freedom on the main floor. We blocked off the bathroom, (stop touching the toilet seat, child) the stairs, and locked the office door because one round of books on the floor/in the recycling bin was plenty.
So now he’s everywhere, and VERY ‘helpful’. That was a hard adjustment. I never really wanted to baby proof everything, I naively thought I could just teach him his limits. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Oh, Sarah of a year ago, you make me laugh. Harrison does *not* understand those boundaries yet and so we childproofed the critical drawers and cupboards and my sanity was restored.
He has a wispy swath of platinum hair and a contagious laugh. We were shopping for toys and I tried one out with him. He laughed so hard that another mom stopped by and grabbed it for a birthday gift for her baby. One thing this month that I’m noticing (or finally cluing in to) is a certain aspect of his personality – his desire to run the show. It really makes some of his sleep issues when he was itty bitty make more sense to me. I was mentioning this to my friend and she said her son is just like that so I don’t think it’s uncommon but it’s more and more noticeable every day. To summarize, everything that he does or has done to him has to be on *his* terms. When we were trying to get him to crawl, nothing made him more upset than our help. Finally he had to do it on his own. Same with walking. He won’t let us hold his hand (he did once for five steps) to guide him. I don’t know the word to describe it, but he’s not super INDEPENDENT, like he’ll still let me spoon/fork feed him if that makes sense in the moment, and he likes being carried as well (although he’s 25lbs and I can’t carry him long term), but he just won’t be coaxed into something. He will smile and wave to people all the livelong day, as long as he’s the one to initiate.
I mentioned our trip to Alberta in my post about holiday travel, and it went well. I was terrified that it was going to be a disaster but the trip there was AMAZING (he cuddled with me and his book. Like what?) and the trip home wasn’t as good but still not terrible. And look, I got to meet my first ever niece and she was such a doll.
I might have hijacked her because I needed to wear a baby. That’s her in our Beco Gemini that I just HAPPENED to have on hand. I was also able to help my brother and sister in law with the fit on their cloth diapers and now they’re hoping to use AppleCheeks exclusively. Yay!
Harrison has been a peach with the Christmas tree. Occasionally he goes and touches it and then moves on. I got him his own little felt one that I stuck on the wall and he decorates that a lot so maybe that’s why.
We are going to get Harrison a few Christmas gifts but it’s going to be a quiet Christmas at our house this year. All our family lives in Alberta and we aren’t going home for the holidays so we’ll maybe order some Chinese food or something. What are y’all’s plans?
Until Next Time,
I’ve just cleaned up some serious beverage spillage from the coffee table, under the coffee table, the dining room floor, the foam mats and under the foam mats, and of course the baby. It was coffee, but the lukewarm variety. And it’s 8:30. Yawn. Good morning to you. I knew setting the mug there was stupid. I guess I’m glad he didn’t just bat the mug off the table, instead holding it by the handle and dispersing it everywhere.
14 months was my favourite. He learned so many awesome things. He learned to do so many fun things – most importantly, walk.
The whole first steps thing was great, and he took a few steps, a few times a day for about a week and a half. Then he really was like “yeah, I like this walking thing, I’m going to do it.” So now he walks, which means another HUGE transition in being a parent. These transitions nearly kill me and it takes at least two weeks of me being so frustrated and wanting to crawl into bed ALL DAY LONG before I finally adjust to him doing what he’s doing, and have an accurate picture of what’s expected (or possible) from me.
And currently, what he’s doing is walking around everywhere and taking everything from its place and putting it where it doesn’t belong. Which I will get used to, welcome to having kids, right? And we will adjust our habits and the stuff in our house accordingly, but right now it’s quite frustrating. I’ve just piled everything in our downstairs bathroom and closed the door. “Honey, where’s the recycling?” “In the bathroom.” Harrison also figured out the office door because it has a lever handle, so he went in there and took all the binders of my husband’s school notes off the bottom shelf. Gah. All day long.
Anyway, he’s learning so much and doing some super cute things. It’s been nice out so we’ve been going to the park and he finally enjoys it. He loves being anywhere where there’s a chance someone might look at him so he can wave at them. We go to the swimming pool once a week-ish and he floats around in his fish and waves at all the senior citizens enjoying the leisure pool. It’s a dream come true for him! He’s been eating really really well (read: a lot) lately – favourite foods consist of almost anything I put in front of him (like, what? Who are you, child?!) but most often a Mexican rice bowl, grapefruit, and any kind of cheese as long as it’s not shredded.
Who the heck knows what’s happening with his naps. He needs one, but not quite two, but DEFINITELY not just one. So uh, every day is a bit of a guessing game as to how that’s going to play out. Nearly every post has some picture in it of him enjoying a nap, so here you go:
Until next time,
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