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Yes, but, written otherwise, this list could also look like this: 1) met up with *** for run, 2) fed toddler a mobile breakfast 3) hot chocolate treat 4) quiet time while eating my breakfast. Rather adult, really.

Ah yes. 
"Good Morning Facebook! Just slept with my little angel until 7:30, what a great surprise! Then we grabbed breakfast and went for a 2.5 mile run with ___, came home to get hot chocolate, and now we’re having a cozy morning with Daniel Tiger learning about the differences and similarities of people with disabilities! Coming up this afternoon, I’m going to work a shift at our community clinic out in ___, which is so instrumental to the low income families. Wish us luck!!"

I almost threw up a little typing that. I’m not about that sugarcoated internet life. 

Things Roland has broken, ruined or stolen this week:

-coffee pot (rice in the water intake)
-tea pot (dropped and shattered )
-cup (same)
- several balls (bitten and deflated)
- a couple pairs of underwear and one pair of pants ( not his fault, explosive diarrhea because I gave him too much magnesium the night before to help him sleep more than 45 minutes)
- the side mirror adjusters in my car ( on purpose while I was “letting him drive” for three minutes)
- several handfuls of food that he’s deliberately thrown on the floor and stomped on
- a session of yoga Jer and I tried to do together in the daytime (destructive and ran out of the yard up the hill)
-container of bubbles (dumped out on purpose)
-container of huckleberries.(thrown across the grocery store aisle)
-handful of goji berries from the bulk bin (but his face after stuffing them in his mouth was probably punishment enough)

Needless to say he’s basically lost all privileges relates to leaving the house and being unsupervised in the slightest

2.5 year sleep regression

With all that glorious vacation time I managed to lose sleep, because I was busy partying till 1 am (or chatting till midnight) and getting up at 6.  So then, I thought “I’ll catch up with roland”

Which should have been a red flag thought anyway.

But the Child Who Does Not Sleep is in rare form, even for him. Last night he woke up because: 

  • He needed a glass of water 
  • The blanket fell off (twice)
  • He wanted his toy train
  • The cat walked past
  • He wanted to see the blinky lights at the construction site outside
  • I was too far away
  • I was too close 
  • He wanted some watermelon
  • He was sleeping on the wrong pillow
  • He wanted a glass of milk (twice)

If you’re a counting sort of person you’ll note that there are 12 wake up points in the list. He only “slept” from 9pm to 6:30 am,  which is 9.5 hours. Doing the math, that means he “slept” on average, 44 minutes in a row before waking me. Because I’m also a terrible sleeper, that means I got about 15 minutes of sleep per hour, aka 2 noncontiguous hours of sleep. 

I may or may not have at one point told him that if he woke me up again I was going to put him to sleep in the yard. 

BONUS perk of parenting: He broke the coffee maker by putting rice in it, so I could not make coffee to solve my inability to function this morning.

DOUBLE BONUS: I had senior clinical lab post this morning so I couldn’t even buy coffee before taking him to daycare and showing up at school. 

Got this picture as my midday update. In case you’re wondering, Stila stay all day in besos really does stay all day. Especially on toddlers, walls, and porcelain.

Got this picture as my midday update. In case you’re wondering, Stila stay all day in besos really does stay all day. Especially on toddlers, walls, and porcelain.

Assholery

-Tonight after our dinner out for jerith’s birthday, I poured Roland a cup of water to drink prior to sleep. He often drinks milk or water in bed, so I was not concerned about this. Then, sometime after story but pre sleep he asked for milk. I explained why there was only water tonight. He cried. Then he asked for water.
He took it, pretended to take a sip, and then threw it all over me, because he wanted milk.
I was so mad I had to leave the room. Needless to say, no drinks for him tonight. Possibly more drinks in the forecast for mama after bedtime from hell is over.
-please tell me this phase is short
- I reserved a book called “Buddhism for the mothers of young children” at the library primarily because it has entire chapters on tools for remaining calm and dealing with anger. Review to follow.
-8 days till I leave for Arizona.

Tags: parenting

Wouldn’t this be a blessing? Gender neutral colors and designs all the way to 5T!

Milestones:

Roland yelled “you’re making my sad” at me for the first time when I insisted he go to bed.

Today we partied

First birthday partied, that is. Roland’s little friend peri had the distinction of joining the world on the last day of classes a year ago. That’s a pretty timely birthday!
We went. Roland helped make the card, which was super cute. I probably should have taken a picture of it. He was intensely interested in birthday cake and in miss peri’s extensive toy collection.
There were so many kids there, it looked like a daycare exploded on the house. One poor mama had a super out of control 8 year old, who actually managed to destroy half a rose bush and take a string anchor off a pear tree in two minutes flat. She was so angry and mortified.
I offered to make her a margarita later. I think the margarita could be the universal “I get it, kids can be crazy uncivilized no matter how many times you tell them people don’t do that” signal.

  • Ro : *bzzzzzz! Bzzzzzz! Oh, a flower! I'm going a drink a nectar annnnnnnd MAKE HONEY"
  • Me: Sweetie, you are not a bee. You can't make honey.
  • Ro: *cried for 15 minutes because he thought he was a bee*

Hippie Mom Problems

So, TMI ahead: I use a menstrual cup because I’m a hippie, cheap, and I hate going to the store. Since Roland is incapable of privacy, he barged in to the bathroom as I was reinserting my menstrual cup.  Then, the following:

Ro: What dat?
Me: Menstrual cup. For catching blood.
Ro: Put it inna butt?
Me: No. Butts are for pooping. Menstrual blood comes out of vagina.
Ro: a GINA? I have one?
Me: No. You have a penis.
Ro: AND A BUTT FOR POOPING! YAAAAAY! *He starts clapping and runs off.*

Which, whatever, is an awkward conversation I figured we’d have at some point anyway. I mean, I keep a book full of pictures of cut up dead people on my desk (otherwise known as an anatomy atlas) so I knew the anatomy talks were coming one way or another. 

Right in the feels.

  • Me: Ok, sweetie. I take you to daycare after I drop off this paper.
  • Roland: I GO TO SCHOOL!
  • Me: Yeah, baby, you get to go to school today. Just for a little bit.
  • Roland: Mama lives at school!

Rolandisms

  • Wearing two shirts because he wanted his “balloon shirt ANNN a pokket!”
  • Now has a teddy bear named “rawr” who is a girl bear and likes balloons. This bear went to daycare today. I think they’re going to be good friends. They went up the stairs together, Rawr’s head bump bump bumping much like Pooh theorized was the only way to traverse stairs. 

Lacking polish

  • Me: so then I find out I've got a huge strip of leg hair running up my leg
  • Jer: I know exactly how you feel! I found out yesterday I had a neck beard!
  • Me: but a neck beard could be intentional
  • Jer: it's on my face!

Milestone: jumped out of the window.

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. 

Lies I tell Roland

  • That (vehicle for kids) cart is broken. We can’t use it because the mechanic needs to see it. 
  • I don’t have any quarters for the M & M machine
  • We don’t have any ice cream
  • This is the last time I’m going to tell you…
  • Mama is too tired to carry you right now
  • I’m reading the news (half lie? I’m checking facebook)
  • I can’t [_______] until I finish this cup of coffee.
  • Maybe there is a choo train by [destination I want him to walk to].