I don't know how to tell you all just how crazy this life feels

27 months, 14 days

So many changes over the past little while, even the last month.

FrostedBaby is now sleeping in a big boy bed. He decided that he no longer wanted the crib and would either wake up screaming or protest going down at all, but was fine in the guest bed and at other places (we went the States to visit relatives a few weeks ago and he was fine in the hotel’s pullout bed) so I moved our guest bed into his room to see how it went and he loves it. What I don’t love is that he’s waking up really early (anytime between 5:30 and 7) and getting up and playing, which is fine except he makes noise and wakes us up. I won’t go in until 7 at least, and that tends to be when he decides he’s had enough and wants to get out. So far he hasn’t figured out the doorknob.

We were going to get him his own bed but before we’d decided on which we were going to get, I found out I was pregnant. And then a few days after that I started bleeding and confirmed with bloodwork that it was over. I knew it based on the faintness of the line but it was still disappointing, obviously. I feel like I have a lot to say about it and no words, but I’m still dealing with it and especially accepting the fact that I’ll probably have to wait a year for the next time since all my pregnancies are around that length apart. Timing would have been perfect for a lot of reasons (and timing was awful for financial reasons, but those tend to sort themselves out), not the least of which would be the age difference which is already much larger than I would have chosen. I’m hoping it will happen again soon, but I’m not holding my breath :/

FrostedBaby is now toilet trained. Or well on his way to being? I’m not exactly sure where the line between training and trained is. He’s in underwear full time except overnight. He has accidents fairly regularly but can also go days without any.

This has sat here unposted for a while so I’m going to post this and start a new one.

26 months, 27 days

Yesterday his yogurt requests were Mommy (“Calvin, time to change your bum!”), Daddy (“Listen to your mother, Calvin”), Nana (“You’re so cute!”), and water (water running noise as best I could).

And penis.

So I made a peeing noise.

26 months, 16 days

FrostedBaby eats yogurt a lot after dinner, I guess kind of a dessert though it’s more to make sure he’s eating lots of protein at dinner so he won’t be hungry in the night. So lately he’s been asking to be fed like a baby, I’m not sure why since for a while he refused to eat it if we tried to feed him. So he says in the teasing cooey voice we use to tease him, “Little baby?”

And then he wants me to make the spoon into planes or trains or helicopters or cars or whatever to feed him. And lately he’s started asking for random other things. Like tigers and alligators and cats and goldbug (from his favourite Richard Scarry book), and other things like whiners (that was fun) and dirt.

Yeah, you figure out what sort of noise dirt makes :P

Today he was also differentiating between tow trucks and *green* tow trucks. It’s so much fun to hear what he’s going to come up with, and you can see him wracking his brain to think of something new just to see what I’ll do.

24 months, 28 days

Today someone commented on how sharp FrostedBaby is – how alert and inquisitive and verbal and all he is. It’s kind of a wonder he’s as good as he is, since often curiosity and alertness equal trouble because they get into things, but he just doesn’t. He watches and figures things out, but he tends not to touch things he knows he’s not supposed to. Except the TV. For some reason he’s always turning that on and off, but he probably wouldn’t do that at anyone else’s house.

His birthday party was a success. We did end up doing a friends party of sorts, since it just so happened that a beach day with almost all the people I would have invited got organized and fell on his birthday. It was a great day and a perfect day to be at the beach. FrostedBaby had an awesome time and was running around with his friends. He invented this game where he flops down on the sand on his belly and the other kid does too, then they get up and run and do it again. I’m not sure how they tell each other, or if it’s just the age to copy each other, but he started it with one kid and they were doing it a lot, and then FrostedBaby started it with a totally new kid and he picked up on it too. I’ve been thinking I need to write him a letter like I did last year but I’m not sure that’s going to happen.

I wish there was a way to write down everything that I want to remember and capture it somehow. When I go back and read my earlier posts where I was posting more often because I had more time to do it, it’s so nice to remember what was happening and what I was feeling. Now it’s so much harder but no less precious and I feel like there’s so much I’m forgetting or will forget. When I sit down to try and capture this moment with him and what it’s like, I can’t even think of what to say.

The family party for his birthday was fun too. We had everyone over and had pizza and he opened some presents. He got some construction vehicles from my brother and SIL and a couple others from my MIL, some books from my sister. And of course the swingset that he’s been playing on all summer. I asked him if he wanted to open presents and he said yes and came over and was doing something weird with his shirt, which we thought was funny and then he got distracted so I asked him again a few minutes later and he did the same thing but was also doing something with his diaper. And then I realized he thought for some reason that I was talking about his penis. So we all had a good laugh about him thinking penis and present are the same thing and how it starts at birth. I even got a video of him a few days later, with me asking him “Do you know what a present is” and him pointing at himself and saying “Penis is!” I have no idea what’s going on in his head but I really hope he remembers it long enough so when he has better language skills he can tell me. That video is getting played at his wedding for sure!

In other humorous stories, there was the time I was filling his sippy cup with water and he said “sippy cup” and I said “yes, a sippy cup of…?” and he said “DANGER!” in a dramatic voice. (He has a book he loves to hear before bedtime every night for the past like 6 months that he knows so well that he’s now filling in words when we pause, and one of those is danger in a dramatic voice, so the way I phrased it must have made him think of that, but it was really unexpected and funny)

And then there was the time I asked him to go upstairs to ask Daddy to change his bum so we could go on a walk together. So he goes upstairs, repeating “Daddy bum” to himself. Then he gets upstairs, finds Daddy and announces, “Daddy, orange juice all gone!”  No clue where that one came from since we had not been talking about orange juice and it wasn’t even after breakfast when he has orange juice.

I’m loving this stage where I ask him questions and he will often give very astute answers, or something they’re totally out of left field. After our day at the beach I asked him if he told Daddy about our day, so Daddy asked him what he did and he flopped down on his tummy and said “water” and named some of the people we were there with and stuff like that. Or when we went swimming and I forget what I asked him, maybe if he remembered who we’d gone swimming with, and he said “water” and “ball”, which was true although not quite what I was expecting. And when I was on the phone with my mom and asked him to tell her about swimming, he said “hippo” which was true because he was playing with a floaty thing in the shape of a hippo. And he also told her there was water :P

He’s this awesome combination of typical boy (anything to do with vehicles, he’s nuts over) and really sweet and sensitive (wanting anything that gets bumped or scraped to be kissed, but also wanting to kiss anything he thinks might be hurting on me) and nurturing (wants to wear his baby doll like I wear him, although a lot of the time she’s driving his truck too). I love him for how super special he is and I feel so privileged to be the one who gets to nurture that, especially knowing that a lot of parents I know would have a problem with just letting him be who he is. I worry that at some point in his life someone is going to make fun of him for being different like that and I’m afraid that it’s going to go away or he’ll want to hide it. He’s such an amazing kid, I wish I could somehow let him feel that from me, and I don’t think it’s just because I’m his mom because other people say the same thing, even ones who are not related to him. So it’s only partly because I’m his mom ;)

 

23 months, 24 days

It’s so hard to believe that FrostedBaby will be turning two in a week. We are having a family party on the Saturday after his birthday (the 24th) though we’re not exactly sure what we’re doing. There will be ice cream though, since he really likes it and it just so happens that I do too. We got him the swingset as his big gift from grandparents, but I also picked up some small construction vehicles since he’s obsessed with vehicles of all kinds. I’ve asked for books from other people as well.

We’re not sure if we’re going to do a friends party or not. I thought it might get too big, but then I thought if we kept it to the friends that he actually plays with (now that he does that), it would be limited to between 7 and 10 kids. Plus parents, but that’s still manageable, much more than doing parties like some of my friends do, which is to invite every single person they know. That’s too big and too expensive and just not something any of us would enjoy.

I feel like right now we’re in a really good space. He has his moments (don’t we all?), but they’re limited to mostly when he’s hungry or tired or occasionally if he gets frustrated and it’s pretty easy to deal with. Honestly, I’d rather deal with his tantrums than some of the crying he did when he was a baby and I’d have no idea what he was going on about. I try to give him lots of freedom in most aspects of the day so that when I have to put my foot down and say this is what we’re doing, he reacts pretty well. Not that I think I have it all figured out – he’s a pretty easy-going kid and I probably have it way easier than most parents who have more “typical” kids – but I feel like what we’re doing right now works for us and I think it helps.

He spends his days laughing and chattering and running around. He’s really good at entertaining himself again (there was a stretch there where he seemed to have lost the knack of it) so he does that a lot, plus we go outside and play and go for walks. I’ve become friendly with two other moms in the neighbourhood, one who lives across the road from me and another who lives not too far away. It’s been awesome because not only is it great to have people who are so close to do stuff with, they’re both people that I feel I would have been friends with aside from having kids. Their kids are younger, at 4 months and 7.5 months so I can’t wait until they’re able to do more, but it’s still been really great.

We’ve been to a few places with FrostedBaby – Centre Island and a baseball game and the provincial park and I’ve gone swimming with him a bunch the past few weeks with friends. He’s come out of his shell a lot and is a lot more confident. When he gets in the water, it’s like a different kid and he runs around and throws himself in the water and jumps and splashes and it’s really neat to see. We haven’t seen the friend who is two days younger than him in a bit because they were away, and when he saw him, they started running around together and I was the one reminding FrostedBaby not to be too rough! It was not something I’ve seen a lot from him. They’ve been sick since then so we haven’t seen them again, but I’m wondering if it’ll be the same next time. He’s usually wary of kids his own age, maybe because they’re less predictable than older kids or much younger kids, who he tends to like.

I’m loving this age right because he’s really developing his personality and he’s really funny and he’s so smart. He jokes with us and acts silly because he thinks it’s funny and he wants to make us laugh. He makes faces on purpose and he says silly things. His language explosion is incredible, going from 2 word sentences to 3 and 4 word sentences within a short time. He comes out with things that amaze me all the time. He wants to know the names of everyone and everything and he remembers them sometimes after one time. He has a great imagination and invents games and pretends things all the time. I love sitting back and listening to what he’s saying when he’s playing and doesn’t think anyone is paying attention. I can’t understand everything he’s saying but a lot of it is really cute or funny.

His singing is still awesome. He now makes up songs, usually to the tune of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star (favourites include “Mommy Mommy Mommy’s Car” and “la la la la la la pizza”. He also sings whole songs that are recognizable even if he doesn’t actually say all the words. I’m not sure if he doesn’t know them yet or if he can’t say them all yet because his language isn’t developed enough, but it’s adorable. I think I said it a long time ago, but I wish I could record everything he does and just edit out the boring stuff so that I’d capture every cute thing he ever does. I’d have a lot of footage to keep.

I’ve officially had my period back for a year. I thought I might be pregnant last cycle because it came later than expected and I was feeling weird and our timing was right, but tests came back negative and then it started. I was pretty bummed at that time but I think I’ve moved on (again) and I’m really trying not to hope and to just go with it and be pleasantly surprised if it happens. I’m sure there are pros and cons, and I’m trying to focus on the fact that I can spend so much time with FrostedBaby by himself, but I was watching a friend’s baby a week or two ago and it felt so right to have the older one and the younger one and while I’m sure it wouldn’t always be that idyllic, at least then we’d have them and we’d be done with this part of things. I just wish I knew it was going to happen one day. Or not, though I’m less anxious to know that ;)  I also can’t help but feel that I’m probably going to end up miscarrying again before we are successful, so I want to get over that part and move on. I’ve always had such large spaces between my pregnancies so I want to get on with it, though I guess it just doesn’t work that way.

I should get going and get ready for bed. I think I was writing that he was sleeping less in my last post. I’m not saying this, but he’s now gone back to his 14 hours of solid sleep. Or actually, I’m not sure if that’s true. I often hear him around 7 or so (which would be 13 hours) singing and stuff but then I go back to sleep and he doesn’t start making I-want-attention noises until at least 8. The past little bit we’ve even gone in before he sounds the alarm that he’d like to get up, it’s either when he’s still chortling (I love that word!) to himself or when he’s just starting to whine before he starts wailing. I’m really liking it, but we’ve started having to set the alarm again because Husband has to be doing work stuff and we’ve slept in until 8:30 and that makes the whole morning late. I tend to be pretty laid back in the mornings right now – letting him run around and play a bit after breakfast and then we have a leisurely bath and he races around naked and stuff. The other day I didn’t get him dressed until lunchtime because he got up late and we were just moseying around. Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice and he’s happy doing it and all, but sometimes I feel like we should be moving faster. But then I remember feeling that way when our mornings consisted of me bringing him into bed and nursing him and us falling asleep for a few more hours together, so I think I’ll enjoy the leisurely pace we have while it lasts. It’s not like I can’t get us out if we need to be somewhere, so whatever. Not too long ago he wouldn’t have enjoyed it as much and needed more structure but right now he seems to really like it. He likes to run to the front window and see what’s going on in the street. He also likes to spy on our friend across the road.

22 months, 22 days

I seem to have forgotten totally about my blog. I didn’t even have it open in a tab anymore, and I can’t recall when I would have closed it. I guess sometime in the last 22 days since I posted not that long ago.

I think we may have hit the terrible twos but I’m not sure. The past few days he’s been throwing tantrums and having huge meltdowns, sometimes over things I can figure out and sometimes seemingly over nothing.

Yesterday he threw his first on-the-floor tantrum and I have no clue what the trigger was. I left him laying on the floor and waited until he was ready to come see me, which he did after a few minutes. I asked if he wanted a hug, he said yes but continued to cry afterwards. The only thing I could get out of him was that he wanted a hug and he wanted Mommy and Daddy, everything else I asked him (snack? did he hurt himself? did he want to go outside?) he said no to. Then he pointed to the backyard so we went outside and sat on the swing where he threw another fit. I hugged and held him and then he fell asleep for an hour.

He’s been waking up at 6:30 (or earlier some days) so he’s getting less sleep overall, probably for the past week or two. I’m not sure why, but I’m wondering if the less sleep is catching up to him. I feel like a lot of the tantrums and fights are less about not being able to do what he wants (which I can deal with) and more about being tired. I guess I’ll see how it continues and maybe I’ll have to reinstitute naptime if he seems to need it again, though the only way he’ll nap is on me and only when he’s really hit the wall, which is a point I do not like to get to.

He hit me a couple of days in a row out of frustration. I got up and walked away, saying “you’re not allowed to hit people” and he screamed and cried and was upset. Then after a minute I went back and asked if he was ready to apologize and he said yes and we hugged and I said something about how I understand him being frustrated, but hitting isn’t allowed. And then we moved on and everything was fine. The first time he sobbed for a long time after, but the second time he recovered more quickly. I’m hoping since he reacts so strongly to me walking away that it’ll sink in faster, but I guess it depends on whether he’s capable of thinking before he acts or not yet.

I left this and it’s now the next day, I think. I think I was writing this yesterday. Unless it was two days ago. Anyway, I’ll just continue.

Yesterday we took FrostedBaby to a Provincial Park that’s about an hour from here and went swimming in the lake. He’s so funny when he gets in the water because all of a sudden he’s no longer a cautious kid, he suddenly gets all brave and wants to run and jump and chase after his ball. We got him one of those float aids that has the lifejacket foamy stuff part on the front and inflatable water wings attached to it so it helps keep him upright and makes him fall a bit slower if he loses his balance and his head doesn’t go under. It means he’s easier to hang onto if we’re swimming with him, but also that we can let him go and he can move by himself and we just need to stay nearby, ready to grab him. At first I was really nervous about letting him go but then he and I both got used to how he would fall with the floaty vest thing and he wouldn’t go under quite as dramatically and I wasn’t grabbing him at every wobble. We were hoping to rent a paddle boat but the lineup was too long and it was too close to lunch time and we had to leave early, so hopefully next time it’ll work out. It was a great day and I’m looking forward to two weekends from now when Husband is on his annual guys’ camping trip and we’re actually allowed to come up and visit this year.

Still trying to figure out the whole sleeping enough thing. He fell asleep in the car on the way home yesterday so went to bed later again and woke up at 6:13, which was 11 hours of sleep or so. He was tired this afternoon but I kept him up since we had company and he wouldn’t settle on me for a nap, so he went to bed early. If he sleeps until 6:30, let’s say, that would be 13 hours and hopefully will be less tired tomorrow. I’m hoping he doesn’t wake up after 12 hours because that would be like 5:30am and no way am I getting up at that time for no reason :P

Speaking of which, I’m going to go to bed. I keep saying I’m going to go early and then I never do, but after several days of getting up early and even more days than that not sleeping well or just getting to bed late, I’m making myself get to bed early tonight. There was other stuff I was going to write about but right now I can’t think of what it was.

22 months

Today is FrostedBaby’s 22 monthiversary and I didn’t even notice until now.

I can’t believe in my last post that I forgot to write about his singing. He sings! It is definitely my favourite thing that he does right now. He sings along with me (filling in the end of the lines of a bunch of songs), he sings along with Scout including sometimes doing actions that we’ve been doing, he sings by himself. He listens to songs on the radio and tries to sing along to them, which is completely adorable.

I love listening to him on the monitor before we’ve gotten up when he’s playing by himself in his crib and hearing him sing and chatter to himself. The other day I was in the washroom and he was having a whole pretend conversation with Nana on the broken remote control – “Hi Nana. I miss you. Yay Nana. Walk? Walk? Okay Nana” and so on, including a bunch of babbling that I have no clue what he was saying.

And here I thought he couldn’t get any cuter. It hasn’t been fatal yet, but it’s getting closer and closer.

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