today after nap Roland jumped out of the living room window. Jer found out 5 minutes later when the maintenance guy for our apartment brought him back.
Having heard all of this second hand when I returned from clinic was good in that my panic attack was compressed to a millisecond. Super glad everything worked out ok, other than the fact that we can no longer leave any windows unlocked and unsupervised.
Have you ever been to the Oregon Zoo? It’s built on a hillside such that the entire walk into the zoo is downhill, but the return to the entrance is all uphill.
Señor tiny pants and I went to the zoo this morning. First we stopped at the sandbox. For 20 minutes. Then we went to look at the bubbles in the sea lion exhibit. Then we looked at warty pigs, reported a family who threw a plastic toy in to said pigs, and spent half an hour in the water tubs pretending to be elephants. We wandered slowly through the gibbon, orangutan, and chimpanzee areas, played on the playground at the end of the fragile forests, and then climbed the africafe to sit on the top balcony for snacks. There were many verbal warnings of how much time we had left before heading home, yet at the actual moment of needing to go uphill, complete toddler meltdown.
The sobbing. The flailing. The laying on the ground. the continual NONONONO. He screamed DOWN so much he eventually even tried it to the tune of “Mary had a little lamb” which was hilarious but of course I couldn’t laugh.
All the while I’m hauling this kid the half a mile up a hill through a saturday midday crowd on one of the first sunny weekends of the year, first on one hip, then under my arm like a duffle bag, then on the other hip, then upside down according to the flailing and the flopping.
When we got to the car he sobbed even harder because I wouldn’t let him drive. I never let him have any fun
Ro: *Giant toot*
Ro: Baby toot!
Ro: Sounds like tractor. (From the cars tractor tipping scene)
Me: It totally did. *dissolves in laughter*
Ro: *giggling like a tiny gigglebot*
Me: okay, okay. Time to settle down and go to sleep.
Ro: okay okay. *2 seconds of silence pass*
Ro: *starts giggling again*
Me: *starts giggling again*
(repeat calm-down and re-giggle approximately a million times, until roland gets the hiccoughs and literally falls asleep while both laughing and hiccoughing.)
If you can guess who pooped in a tiny potty, then went and put on rain boots, then “stomped inna mud!”, you can also guess who is never getting their apartment deposit back and needs to rent a steam cleaner again.
Excessively distraught about everything.
I woke up before baby wanted to get out of bed?
Refuse to go back to bed without me, sob about being awake, scream about not being picked up, refuse to use the potty, lay down on face in hallway and sob.
I put too much milk in the granola this morning?
scream. Throw spoon. lay facedown on the floor and cry.
I offered a chicken stuffed animal instead of a sheep?
Lay facedown and cry. Occasionally raise tear streaked, judgmental face and yell “Nooooooooo”.
I served chicken nuggets and green bean chips (all homemade, so I guess not the toddler primo version) last night but refused to also serve applesauce and rice chips?
sob so hard he actually turns red. Lay on the floor and cry. Scream “APPLESAUCE MAMA BRING IT APPLESAUCE” on repeat in hopes that this will change my mind about dinner choices.
Let him “drive” the car while I switch the carseat from jer’s car to mine, but then after letting him play for ten minutes and giving him two warnings insist that we have to go back downstairs to our house and actually pick him up?
"PUT DOWN PUT DOWN PUT DOWN" sob. Kick off boots and go limp. Attempt to lie on pavement in puddle. "PUT DOWN" kick off boots again. sob more. Scream. As soon as we are inside and I actually put him down, scream "PICK YOU UP" and sob because I put him down.
Please tell me this is a short phase.
Hot dogs and seaweed are a balanced meal, right?
Roland is sleeping through the night 90% of the time, but gave up his daytime nap.
- Sleeping through the night (brief up at 11 to come to our bed, but no other problems)
- I wake up feeling rested most of the time
- No more worrying about what time we have to be home for nap.
- potty training is really taking off, his choice not mine.
- This was my favorite time to catch up on television shows like sherlock….
- No more daytime halfway “reset” cleaning
- He’s still a little tired, so I end up spending 45 minutes reading him a story/singing songs to get him to at least lay down
- No more battle of wills at bedtime. everyone is winning, really. It’ll just take some getting used to. I don’t plan to quit offering nap, but it’s nice to let go of the struggle to get him down.
I only have 3 months to get this together, so plz help me get over my indecision.
- Tiny Biker 2nd Birthday featuring: Bandanas, fake tattoos, foaming car wash activity thing , orange and black harley colors, road tablecloth and chrome invitations
- Hundred Acre Woods 2nd birthday featuring: Pin the tail on Eeyore, Honeycomb trifle, kite flying and tea, branches and bee -mobiles, honey sticks and rabbit’s garden vegetables
Obviously I’m getting ahead of myself, but I need to get my plans together so I can do things very slowly during the school quarter. Doing things means making decisions. Help?
Made that baby actual green eggs this morning, due to his incessant love of Dr. Seuss’s “Green eggs and ham”. Also rationalized that this would get him to actually eat breakfast instead of holding out ‘till daycare snack like usual. His response?
Not in box! not fox! not mouse! not in house!
I tried to be disappointed but there was too much cute.
Roland slept from 9pm -4:30 am without waking once, plus 2 hours before that in his bed and an hour after in “big bed”.
I’m not counting it yet, but I’m pretty darn excited that this happened. I’d almost resigned myself to sleeping in 2.5 hour stretches until he went to college.
I planned weaning like some people plan wars.
The cats were calling, running back and forth to the hall closet that their food is shut in. I was in process of putting clothes on. “Wait, cats.”
I stepped into my closet to find a shirt and heard the distinctive clinging of food into bowl. I mentally set up to thank Jer because he never feeds the cats. Walking back to the living room, I see that the hall closet is open and…
Roland is feeding the cats!
Roland noticed the cats were hungry, opened the closet, and started running back handfuls of food to their bowls all on his own volition.