It's amazing how powerful words can be for a little guy. M's vocabulary is expanding on a daily, minute by minute basis. Most days he chatters happily and you can understand half of what he's telling you. The last few days he's been really clear. This has been a slight problem as well as a really great thing. The problem being that I said a bad phrase... and he repeated me. Which caused us all to laugh (completely wrong reaction) so he said it again. You get the picture. Now I'm trying to say "no honey you mean to say sit" hmmm, I wonder what my bad words were.
The upside is the moments where he can get his point across. Yesterday he finally said "love mommy" He's said this to other people but never to me. This morning he was angry and frustrated over a toy and he said "M sad" Maybe he doesn't entirely understand but he knew he was crying which means he's sad. He can use his words to ask for help, to voice his displeasure and to tell us he's happy.
While I'm finding the 2's frustrating, I can also see this wonderful, stubborn, willful little boy developing and it's beautiful to watch. I'm sure I'm in for a whole lot of frustration over the years but a few "love mommy" and "hug" moments will more than make up for it.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Puppies, toddlers and sanity
4:47 am, Mommy radar goes off, eyes open, ears at attention. Yup, there's the tell tale wake up whine coming from the room next to ours. I jump out of bed hoping that if I can just get in there before he crawls out of bed, maybe I can get him back to sleep. No such luck. All I managed to do was instigate the mother of all screaming matches for "MILK". Pick him up, cart him in to the darkened kitchen, open the fridge (with no light since it burned out yesterday) grab the milk, fill the bottle, warm it for a few seconds and hand it to the obviously desperate and starving boy. Cart him back to his bed, and miracle of miracles, we got another hour and a bit of sleep. What does it say about my life that this small victory made my morning.
While this was going on I could hear the pup whining wanting to join in the fun. At some point during my 5 am mini nap with M the pup got off our bed roamed the house and left a present for me in the hall. So, when I finally crawled out of bed around 6:30, I open M's door to 2 dogs excitedly waiting, one toddler pushing past me, 2 cats running for their lives and a smelly present at my feet. Oh, and let's not forget my stupidly high blood sugars which I'm pretty sure is due to a continued lack of sleep.
Is there any chance for sanity today? I'm not so sure. The plan for the day is to clear out the kitchen. This is going to mean putting up shelves and anytime you throw in a project involving tools, hubby and I inevitably differ on our approach. As a rule it means a few cranky, snappy moments with someone walking away for a few minutes after saying "Whatever" with a hand in the air. I suppose it's better than not getting done though.
While this was going on I could hear the pup whining wanting to join in the fun. At some point during my 5 am mini nap with M the pup got off our bed roamed the house and left a present for me in the hall. So, when I finally crawled out of bed around 6:30, I open M's door to 2 dogs excitedly waiting, one toddler pushing past me, 2 cats running for their lives and a smelly present at my feet. Oh, and let's not forget my stupidly high blood sugars which I'm pretty sure is due to a continued lack of sleep.
Is there any chance for sanity today? I'm not so sure. The plan for the day is to clear out the kitchen. This is going to mean putting up shelves and anytime you throw in a project involving tools, hubby and I inevitably differ on our approach. As a rule it means a few cranky, snappy moments with someone walking away for a few minutes after saying "Whatever" with a hand in the air. I suppose it's better than not getting done though.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Life
Life has really gotten the better of me lately and for that I apologize. To anyone who reads this and to myself. I truly enjoy writing something down at the end of the day however I've found I've let excuses get in the way. Normally it's the "just let me sit with my glass of wine and enjoy my half hour of peace and quiet before I have to go to bed." excuse. Who wants to type when they have such a small window of me time.
Life is evolving as it always does. The pup has settled in nicely. We have all the normal puppy issues but sleep has been taken care of and she doesn't howl through the night. She's sleeping with us. Smack in the middle with her long puppy legs and cold puppy nose. occasionally I'll find her snuggled at the bottom with an unsuspecting cat. That lasts until the cat wakes up and realizes it's been snuggling with the "thing"
M is sleeping in his big bed now. He wanted to go right to a double so he'd have a big bed just like mommy and daddy. This means I wake up to him lurking in the middle of the night. 3 am visits where he's hovering directly over me. Sometimes he launches himself over me to get to the middle of our bed where he finds a puppy, causing him to scream "No Puppy!" and push her to get her out of his way. This leads to me picking him up, returning him to bed and in my sleepy zombie like state agreeing to lay down with him. Thank goodness he's in a double bed now or I'd be really cramped trying to snuggle up. One of these days I'm not going to fall asleep and I'll make it back to my own bed.
Life is evolving as it always does. The pup has settled in nicely. We have all the normal puppy issues but sleep has been taken care of and she doesn't howl through the night. She's sleeping with us. Smack in the middle with her long puppy legs and cold puppy nose. occasionally I'll find her snuggled at the bottom with an unsuspecting cat. That lasts until the cat wakes up and realizes it's been snuggling with the "thing"
M is sleeping in his big bed now. He wanted to go right to a double so he'd have a big bed just like mommy and daddy. This means I wake up to him lurking in the middle of the night. 3 am visits where he's hovering directly over me. Sometimes he launches himself over me to get to the middle of our bed where he finds a puppy, causing him to scream "No Puppy!" and push her to get her out of his way. This leads to me picking him up, returning him to bed and in my sleepy zombie like state agreeing to lay down with him. Thank goodness he's in a double bed now or I'd be really cramped trying to snuggle up. One of these days I'm not going to fall asleep and I'll make it back to my own bed.
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