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.
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.
- Roland bit me hard enough to leave bruises (and laughed about it)
- Roland ate a crayon (purple)
- Roland asked for apple cider and then threw it on the carpet to stomp in the puddle.
- Roland tackled the cat (realistic “pow” noise included)
- Roland unfolded all of the blankets I’d just folded
- Roland knocked all of my books off the shelf he could reach.
- Roland refused to eat lunch, even though I made him the same lunch that his pawpaw made him yesterday that I saw videos of him stuffing his face with
- Roland tried to eat one of the trees I have in the house (ficus)
"No" count: seventy bajillion. Pack n play time outs: 2. Cookies denied: all of them.
It’s like he knows I’m trying to work through 2 weeks of missed school.
Today Roland learned that if he repeatedly yells “AH YUUUUUV OOOO” and looks precious and then also occasionally yells “PRESHUS” and blows kisses, mama melts into a gooey puddle in the living room and then doesn’t go to school on time and is 20 minutes late but it’s cool because the professor was late too
Some little mister is now capable of opening doors.
Time to hide the good toys and adult beverages, I suppose.
The trees have turned into vibrant displays of orange, yellow and red. The swift change in temperature cued all of the trees at once, and the wind blows leaves to the ground with every playful whisper.
Roland bobbles to the herbacious piles in the parking lot, gleeful. “Ah crunch!” he yells, and then shuffles his boots through the line of leaves. We reach the end and he turns around. We shuffle through the fallen colors again. The air is cool and sweet. Geese are flying overhead- he imitates them. “Honka honka honka! Bird! Bird fly! Honka!”
Leaves are falling and the little man shrieks with delight. I throw a handful of leaves on his head. His hand clutches one bright orange leaf to his head. “Hat. Leaf hat, mama.” His smile is infectious, and I can’t help but laugh.
Later on I will think “I should have filmed that. I should have taken a picture of his sweetness.” but I will know that I’ve hidden these moments in my heart. The cameras are distracting, but my own smile doesn’t change Roland’s behavior. We walk, shuffling through leaves, crystal clear in memory.