Monday, August 31, 2009
You know you're a mom when...
you cut your toe, and the only band-aids you have in the house have Nick Jr. characters on them.
Friday, August 28, 2009
The end of an era
Today is a very sad day in our little world.
It was Mini Me's last day of Gymboree. Mini Me has been going to gymbo's every week for the past 2 years. But, we have decided that it was time for a break. I would like to take the baby to classes when she is ready because I really have loved the experience and our teacher Nancy is the BEST. But, I think Mini Me's time there is over.
We are looking into some other options for her such as gymnastics, music, and of course...preschool. So, with that, we move on to the next stage.
Goodbye, Gymbo!
It was Mini Me's last day of Gymboree. Mini Me has been going to gymbo's every week for the past 2 years. But, we have decided that it was time for a break. I would like to take the baby to classes when she is ready because I really have loved the experience and our teacher Nancy is the BEST. But, I think Mini Me's time there is over.
We are looking into some other options for her such as gymnastics, music, and of course...preschool. So, with that, we move on to the next stage.
Goodbye, Gymbo!
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
The far reaches of 'mine'
If there was any doubt that we have officially reached the 'mine' stage of toddler-hood, let's just put that to rest now.
We have grown accustomed to, but not thrilled with, Mini Me's constant assertions that every item that she can lay her eyes on is hers- regardless of actual ownership, possession, or mere thought of possession.
Mini Me often yells at the wind (aka fan) for blowing the pages of her coloring book. Or, the sun for shining on her toys. Yes, Mini Me thinks she alone can control and discipline Mother Nature.
But, today, as I was busy puttering and doing 60 billion things that haven't managed to make it to my 'to do' list, yet still need to be done, I was also listening to her play. She had her toys out and was so involved in pretend play that she didn't notice that I had stopped what I was doing and was watching her. As she alternated between characters (Gordon the train and Abby Caddabby-a somewhat unlikely pairing, unless its a PBS Kids family reunion), I figured out that Gordon wanted to play with Abby's magic wand. And, Abby (aka Mini Me) was having no part of it.
She would put the wand near Gordon, then yell at him, "No! It's my wand! No touching it!" To which Gordon would apologize. Rinse and repeat for 5 minutes.
Yes, we are clearly in the world of 'Mine!' That doesn't bode well for the next 16 years of her life...
We have grown accustomed to, but not thrilled with, Mini Me's constant assertions that every item that she can lay her eyes on is hers- regardless of actual ownership, possession, or mere thought of possession.
Mini Me often yells at the wind (aka fan) for blowing the pages of her coloring book. Or, the sun for shining on her toys. Yes, Mini Me thinks she alone can control and discipline Mother Nature.
But, today, as I was busy puttering and doing 60 billion things that haven't managed to make it to my 'to do' list, yet still need to be done, I was also listening to her play. She had her toys out and was so involved in pretend play that she didn't notice that I had stopped what I was doing and was watching her. As she alternated between characters (Gordon the train and Abby Caddabby-a somewhat unlikely pairing, unless its a PBS Kids family reunion), I figured out that Gordon wanted to play with Abby's magic wand. And, Abby (aka Mini Me) was having no part of it.
She would put the wand near Gordon, then yell at him, "No! It's my wand! No touching it!" To which Gordon would apologize. Rinse and repeat for 5 minutes.
Yes, we are clearly in the world of 'Mine!' That doesn't bode well for the next 16 years of her life...
Sunday, August 23, 2009
What do you get when you mix...
18 parents, 1 teacher, and 10 kids between the ages of 2-4 years old in a small room on a Saturday morning?
Chaos.
Yup, Mini Me had her Sibling Class yesterday morning at the hospital. Billed as a class to introduce young children to the idea of becoming a brother/sister and make them feel at ease in the hospital setting.
Riiiiight.
The hour long class was spent listening to one kid or another having a clingy meltdown about something or another. For Mini Me, it was when one boy tried to take away her prized possession: a train. And, when the slideshow of babies was done. ("more big tv!")
For other kids, it was simply being in a group, and dealing with the fact that something was changing in their lives, and they wanted to cling desperately to mommy with every fiber of their being. Which, really, I can tell you from personal experience, is physically and emotionally draining when you are 8 months pregnant. I feel for those women, and am thankful that Mini me has only had a few of "those" moments.
So, the kids learned that babies cry, sleep and drink milk. They were shown how to change a diaper (yeah, I don't even let Mini Me wipe herself when she poops-like I'm really going to let her change the baby's diaper....) and how to swaddle/hold the baby. Mini Me wanted NO part of holding the baby.
Although, she was very interested in the diaper change part. The baby doll she had was a boy doll....an anatomically correct boy doll. She was fascinated...much to the horror of daddy. Me? I just laughed.
After the classroom portion, we went up to the maternity ward unit so that the kids could see the rooms that Mommy would be staying in, and got to look through the window of the nursery at the (very) new babies. The kids were interested, but really, this was for the moms.
All of us kind of took a deep breath and realized that in a matter of a couple of weeks, we would all be here holding our little ones. Just looking at the rooms, looking at how tiny the newborn babies were was amazing.
All in all, I don't know how much Mini Me learned from the experience. But, at least now, when I say that mommy is going to the hospital, she has a mental picture of where I am. And, when she comes to visit, she will recognize the place. That was my goal, after all.
Chaos.
Yup, Mini Me had her Sibling Class yesterday morning at the hospital. Billed as a class to introduce young children to the idea of becoming a brother/sister and make them feel at ease in the hospital setting.
Riiiiight.
The hour long class was spent listening to one kid or another having a clingy meltdown about something or another. For Mini Me, it was when one boy tried to take away her prized possession: a train. And, when the slideshow of babies was done. ("more big tv!")
For other kids, it was simply being in a group, and dealing with the fact that something was changing in their lives, and they wanted to cling desperately to mommy with every fiber of their being. Which, really, I can tell you from personal experience, is physically and emotionally draining when you are 8 months pregnant. I feel for those women, and am thankful that Mini me has only had a few of "those" moments.
So, the kids learned that babies cry, sleep and drink milk. They were shown how to change a diaper (yeah, I don't even let Mini Me wipe herself when she poops-like I'm really going to let her change the baby's diaper....) and how to swaddle/hold the baby. Mini Me wanted NO part of holding the baby.
Although, she was very interested in the diaper change part. The baby doll she had was a boy doll....an anatomically correct boy doll. She was fascinated...much to the horror of daddy. Me? I just laughed.
After the classroom portion, we went up to the maternity ward unit so that the kids could see the rooms that Mommy would be staying in, and got to look through the window of the nursery at the (very) new babies. The kids were interested, but really, this was for the moms.
All of us kind of took a deep breath and realized that in a matter of a couple of weeks, we would all be here holding our little ones. Just looking at the rooms, looking at how tiny the newborn babies were was amazing.
All in all, I don't know how much Mini Me learned from the experience. But, at least now, when I say that mommy is going to the hospital, she has a mental picture of where I am. And, when she comes to visit, she will recognize the place. That was my goal, after all.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
U is for Undies!!!!
U is for Undies!!!
You may have noticed the absence of potty training related discussions here lately.
That's because there was very little to report. Mini Me was absolutely consistent with using the potty as long as she didn't have underwear (or any bottoms) on. No pee accidents at all.
However, it's not really socially acceptable to have a 2.5 year old child running around town naked. So, that posed a bit of a problem.
She had a difficult time understanding that underwear were not diapers. And, really, at home, I don't care if she wears clothes or not. It's summer, it's hot, I'm tired. End of story.
Well, today I decided to bite the bullet and start over with potty training. I was feeling motivated and rested due to my newly unemployed/on maternity leave status. So, undies it was.
This morning was a complete disaster, complete with poop and all. Great. But, by this afternoon, I guess she was tired of cleaning up the mess, because she has now managed to pull her underwear down and pee on the potty...not once, but twice!
So, I am cautiously optimistic that we may be turning the corner, and this child may be on her way to being fully potty trained and completely out of diapers (well, maybe except for nighttime) before her baby sister is born.
Yay Mini Me! I am so proud of you!!!
You may have noticed the absence of potty training related discussions here lately.
That's because there was very little to report. Mini Me was absolutely consistent with using the potty as long as she didn't have underwear (or any bottoms) on. No pee accidents at all.
However, it's not really socially acceptable to have a 2.5 year old child running around town naked. So, that posed a bit of a problem.
She had a difficult time understanding that underwear were not diapers. And, really, at home, I don't care if she wears clothes or not. It's summer, it's hot, I'm tired. End of story.
Well, today I decided to bite the bullet and start over with potty training. I was feeling motivated and rested due to my newly unemployed/on maternity leave status. So, undies it was.
This morning was a complete disaster, complete with poop and all. Great. But, by this afternoon, I guess she was tired of cleaning up the mess, because she has now managed to pull her underwear down and pee on the potty...not once, but twice!
So, I am cautiously optimistic that we may be turning the corner, and this child may be on her way to being fully potty trained and completely out of diapers (well, maybe except for nighttime) before her baby sister is born.
Yay Mini Me! I am so proud of you!!!
B is for Baseball...again.
B is for Baseball...again.
When given the choice between going to the beach and going to a baseball game...she picked baseball.
Mini Me has inherited her daddy's love of baseball. Here are some pics from Mini Me's second baseball game of the season. Complete with playing ball on the field with daddy, a balloon Elmo, and dancing with the mascot.
When given the choice between going to the beach and going to a baseball game...she picked baseball.
Mini Me has inherited her daddy's love of baseball. Here are some pics from Mini Me's second baseball game of the season. Complete with playing ball on the field with daddy, a balloon Elmo, and dancing with the mascot.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
B is for binkie
B is for binkie.
So, yesterday, I took Mini Me to Babies R Us with me as I bought a ton of little stuff we needed to get for the upcoming arrival of "baby sister". Just random stuff like bottle brushes and binkies.
Um, yeah. That's where the issue is. Mini Me is very uncomfortable having binkies around. When I picked them up in the store, she started yelling, "no, put them back! put them back!"
I have tried to explain that they are for "baby sister" but she still doesn't seem happy about it. She certainly isn't acting likes she wants to use them, so I think she is exhibiting some "I'm a big girl, don't make me use baby stuff" behavior. All of this has to be confusing for the poor child. I mean, we tell her she's a big girl for using the potty so well, and sleeping in her big girl bed. But, at the same time, we have been brought in a crib, bottles and binkies that she associates with babies, without a baby in sight. Ah, the mind of a 2 year old....
So, yesterday, I took Mini Me to Babies R Us with me as I bought a ton of little stuff we needed to get for the upcoming arrival of "baby sister". Just random stuff like bottle brushes and binkies.
Um, yeah. That's where the issue is. Mini Me is very uncomfortable having binkies around. When I picked them up in the store, she started yelling, "no, put them back! put them back!"
I have tried to explain that they are for "baby sister" but she still doesn't seem happy about it. She certainly isn't acting likes she wants to use them, so I think she is exhibiting some "I'm a big girl, don't make me use baby stuff" behavior. All of this has to be confusing for the poor child. I mean, we tell her she's a big girl for using the potty so well, and sleeping in her big girl bed. But, at the same time, we have been brought in a crib, bottles and binkies that she associates with babies, without a baby in sight. Ah, the mind of a 2 year old....
Monday, July 20, 2009
B is for baseball
B is for baseball.
Last night, we took Mini Me to see a baseball game. No, it wasn't a major league game, but a little local game. She really has no clue of the difference (to tell you the truth, I couldn't distinguish between AA, AAA or whatever the different designations for minor league ball are either. That's hubby's job.).
But, Mini Me LOVED it. She was so excited to see baseball live. She stood there, along the rail, watching the game for quite a while. She clapped, cheered, and danced. She high-fived the mascot, narrated the game for us, and yelled for the players. Of course, she also had her fill of cotton candy and ice cream.
She lasted through 7 innings, and when hubby and I decided that since it was after 7:15, we would head home, she didn't even fight us. She held our hand and asked if she would see baseball again. And, surprisingly enough, despite having enough sugar in her system to fill a sugar bowl, she came home and went to bed without so much as a hint of resistance.
It was a wonderful summer night. Our next new adventure might be the drive-in.... We'll see.
Last night, we took Mini Me to see a baseball game. No, it wasn't a major league game, but a little local game. She really has no clue of the difference (to tell you the truth, I couldn't distinguish between AA, AAA or whatever the different designations for minor league ball are either. That's hubby's job.).
But, Mini Me LOVED it. She was so excited to see baseball live. She stood there, along the rail, watching the game for quite a while. She clapped, cheered, and danced. She high-fived the mascot, narrated the game for us, and yelled for the players. Of course, she also had her fill of cotton candy and ice cream.
She lasted through 7 innings, and when hubby and I decided that since it was after 7:15, we would head home, she didn't even fight us. She held our hand and asked if she would see baseball again. And, surprisingly enough, despite having enough sugar in her system to fill a sugar bowl, she came home and went to bed without so much as a hint of resistance.
It was a wonderful summer night. Our next new adventure might be the drive-in.... We'll see.
Monday, July 13, 2009
F is for Furniture!
F is for Furniture!
It's HERE! On Saturday afternoon, I got a phone call that the furniture was in. And, when discussing whether to have it delivered or go get it, they said that they were really slow and could deliver it either Sunday or Monday. Woo Hoo! So, 8:30 Monday morning, and the furniture was here, in the house!!!
It's HERE! On Saturday afternoon, I got a phone call that the furniture was in. And, when discussing whether to have it delivered or go get it, they said that they were really slow and could deliver it either Sunday or Monday. Woo Hoo! So, 8:30 Monday morning, and the furniture was here, in the house!!!
Yay! The guy who brought it, was the same man who delivered Mini Me's original crib 2.5 years ago. So, now, thanks to MIL & FIL who were here to help plan/move/disassemble/assemble stuff with me, the furniture is set up in the room. I still have a little decorating to do, but I am very happy to at least be able to do it now!
And, happily enough, Mini Me is now napping in her new big girl bed, and didn't even fuss about the change.
So, here are the preliminary pics. I still have to get a lamp, iron and hang the curtains, put sheets in the crib, move Mini Me's wall letters, and (once this baby is named) make new wall letters. But, I think it's coming together nicely.
So, here are the preliminary pics. I still have to get a lamp, iron and hang the curtains, put sheets in the crib, move Mini Me's wall letters, and (once this baby is named) make new wall letters. But, I think it's coming together nicely.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
E is for Early
E is for Early.
It's too EARLY to be up!
Around 4:30 this morning, Mini Me was in her room, apparently awake, because I woke up to the sounds of her musical toys blasting away over the monitor.
Good times. ::Yawn::
It's too EARLY to be up!
Around 4:30 this morning, Mini Me was in her room, apparently awake, because I woke up to the sounds of her musical toys blasting away over the monitor.
Good times. ::Yawn::
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