Just wanted to write down some details of our long weekend without him and also document what I've learned about Henry. It's hard to believe there could be more to learn...but everyday is a new day and the boy changes constantly.
I haven't written anything about this because it is a hard thing to admit about your child...but it's happened enough times that I have to come to terms...my son is a hitter. Yes, he's two years old and this is a common enough thing...but amongst our circle of friends, Henry is the only one who does it. All of Henry's friends are very sweet and sure they each have their toddler moments but it usually does not involve hitting. When we go to parks etc. and we are around different kids, sure those kids hit. In fact yesterday Henry got smacked at Central Market by some kid we did not know and his mom was practically beside herself and I told her not to worry, my son is a hitter too. Her reaction was odd but I got it, she said, "Oh, I'm so glad!". What she meant by that was, "I'm so glad you know how awful it feels when your child hits another..and you know I'm doing everything I can to stop this behavior". Yep, I do.
The triggers for his hitting are:
1. He gets excited and is having a great time and then out of nowhere he just smacks whoever he's playing with. It's like when adults are joking and laughing and then one slaps the other on the back ...only Henry's slaps are in the face, and they hurt. And after he does it he stares at the child in bewilderment and watches them cry...like they're part of a science experiment he's conducting.
2. If he gets a toy snatched from him--guaranteed you're getting it in the face. The odd thing about this is he's a GREAT sharer. He will hand over anything if you ask him...but if it's taken, forget it.
3. He's mad at mom or dad (like if we say, Henry, it's time to go) and so he turns to whoever is standing closest to him and he hits them. The kid is smart. This is the ultimate revenge on mom and dad.
He doesn't do it a lot and it's not super strong. But it still upsets me (and surely the other parent).
I decided this weekend that Henry needed a break from being around other kids (as did I b/c I spend my whole time worrying Henry is going to hit them). So Saturday we went to the Nature Center and were outside for hours. He was watching the older children dig holes with shovels (the big kind..the ones you have to use standing up and then you put your feet on them to dig deeply). Well, he loved that and spent 90 mins digging holes. The only way I got him to leave was when I told him we could go throw rocks in the water. So then we did that for an excessively long time and the only way I could get him to stop that was when I told him I'd buy some animal crackers from the vending machine inside the visitors center. To exit the nature center I had to dangle a cracker in front of him while walking and I'd give him a cracker every 20 yards or so and by the time we got to the car he'd eaten the whole bag. This was not my usual way of doing things, however, the manager was kindly but firmly asking us to leave (long past closing time) and I was too exhausted to carry him (it's probably 1/4 mile and that's a long time to carry a child).
Sunday we went to Central Market and I ate like a 5 lb omelet. Henry climbed and jumped on the playground and ran up and down the hill and it was a lot of fun. We both took a long nap. When he woke up we went over to feed the chickens at the elementary school near our house, and played all over the playground. It was a pretty fun, stress free, and exhausting weekend for both of us, and I was rewarded with 11.5 hrs of bedtime sleep with NO wake ups! Wooooohooooo.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Yay, dada's home!
Just wanted to write down some details of our long weekend without him and also document what I've learned about Henry. It's hard to believe there could be more to learn...but everyday is a new day and the boy changes constantly.
I haven't written anything about this because it is a hard thing to admit about your child...but it's happened enough times that I have to come to terms...my son is a hitter. Yes, he's two years old and this is a common enough thing...but amongst our circle of friends, Henry is the only one who does it. All of Henry's friends are very sweet and sure they each have their toddler moments but it usually does not involve hitting. When we go to parks etc. and we are around different kids, sure those kids hit. In fact yesterday Henry got smacked at Central Market by some kid we did not know and his mom was practically beside herself and I told her not to worry, my son is a hitter too. Her reaction was odd but I got it, she said, "Oh, I'm so glad!". What she meant by that was, "I'm so glad you know how awful it feels when your child hits another..and you know I'm doing everything I can to stop this behavior". Yep, I do.
The triggers for his hitting are:
1. He gets excited and is having a great time and then out of nowhere he just smacks whoever he's playing with. It's like when adults are joking and laughing and then one slaps the other on the back ...only Henry's slaps are in the face, and they hurt. And after he does it he stares at the child in bewilderment and watches them cry...like they're part of a science experiment he's conducting.
2. If he gets a toy snatched from him--guaranteed you're getting it in the face. The odd thing about this is he's a GREAT sharer. He will hand over anything if you ask him...but if it's taken, forget it.
3. He's mad at mom or dad (like if we say, Henry, it's time to go) and so he turns to whoever is standing closest to him and he hits them. The kid is smart. This is the ultimate revenge on mom and dad.
He doesn't do it a lot and it's not super strong. But it still upsets me (and surely the other parent).
I decided this weekend that Henry needed a break from being around other kids (as did I b/c I spend my whole time worrying Henry is going to hit them). So Saturday we went to the Nature Center and were outside for hours. He was watching the older children dig holes with shovels (the big kind..the ones you have to use standing up and then you put your feet on them to dig deeply). Well, he loved that and spent 90 mins digging holes. The only way I got him to leave was when I told him we could go throw rocks in the water. So then we did that for an excessively long time and the only way I could get him to stop that was when I told him I'd buy some animal crackers from the vending machine inside the visitors center. To exit the nature center I had to dangle a cracker in front of him while walking and I'd give him a cracker every 20 yards or so and by the time we got to the car he'd eaten the whole bag. This was not my usual way of doing things, however, the manager was kindly but firmly asking us to leave (long past closing time) and I was too exhausted to carry him (it's probably 1/4 mile and that's a long time to carry a child).
Sunday we went to Central Market and I ate like a 5 lb omelet. Henry climbed and jumped on the playground and ran up and down the hill and it was a lot of fun. We both took a long nap. When he woke up we went over to feed the chickens at the elementary school near our house, and played all over the playground. It was a pretty fun, stress free, and exhausting weekend for both of us, and I was rewarded with 11.5 hrs of bedtime sleep with NO wake ups! Wooooohooooo.
I haven't written anything about this because it is a hard thing to admit about your child...but it's happened enough times that I have to come to terms...my son is a hitter. Yes, he's two years old and this is a common enough thing...but amongst our circle of friends, Henry is the only one who does it. All of Henry's friends are very sweet and sure they each have their toddler moments but it usually does not involve hitting. When we go to parks etc. and we are around different kids, sure those kids hit. In fact yesterday Henry got smacked at Central Market by some kid we did not know and his mom was practically beside herself and I told her not to worry, my son is a hitter too. Her reaction was odd but I got it, she said, "Oh, I'm so glad!". What she meant by that was, "I'm so glad you know how awful it feels when your child hits another..and you know I'm doing everything I can to stop this behavior". Yep, I do.
The triggers for his hitting are:
1. He gets excited and is having a great time and then out of nowhere he just smacks whoever he's playing with. It's like when adults are joking and laughing and then one slaps the other on the back ...only Henry's slaps are in the face, and they hurt. And after he does it he stares at the child in bewilderment and watches them cry...like they're part of a science experiment he's conducting.
2. If he gets a toy snatched from him--guaranteed you're getting it in the face. The odd thing about this is he's a GREAT sharer. He will hand over anything if you ask him...but if it's taken, forget it.
3. He's mad at mom or dad (like if we say, Henry, it's time to go) and so he turns to whoever is standing closest to him and he hits them. The kid is smart. This is the ultimate revenge on mom and dad.
He doesn't do it a lot and it's not super strong. But it still upsets me (and surely the other parent).
I decided this weekend that Henry needed a break from being around other kids (as did I b/c I spend my whole time worrying Henry is going to hit them). So Saturday we went to the Nature Center and were outside for hours. He was watching the older children dig holes with shovels (the big kind..the ones you have to use standing up and then you put your feet on them to dig deeply). Well, he loved that and spent 90 mins digging holes. The only way I got him to leave was when I told him we could go throw rocks in the water. So then we did that for an excessively long time and the only way I could get him to stop that was when I told him I'd buy some animal crackers from the vending machine inside the visitors center. To exit the nature center I had to dangle a cracker in front of him while walking and I'd give him a cracker every 20 yards or so and by the time we got to the car he'd eaten the whole bag. This was not my usual way of doing things, however, the manager was kindly but firmly asking us to leave (long past closing time) and I was too exhausted to carry him (it's probably 1/4 mile and that's a long time to carry a child).
Sunday we went to Central Market and I ate like a 5 lb omelet. Henry climbed and jumped on the playground and ran up and down the hill and it was a lot of fun. We both took a long nap. When he woke up we went over to feed the chickens at the elementary school near our house, and played all over the playground. It was a pretty fun, stress free, and exhausting weekend for both of us, and I was rewarded with 11.5 hrs of bedtime sleep with NO wake ups! Wooooohooooo.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Uncle karl moved today...and took dada with him
As they were pulling away in the UHAUL, in the pouring rain, I stood there holding Henry on my hip...sobbing. Henry touched my face and wiped a tear and said, "Mama? Mama?" and he sounded so concerned. He's never seen me cry before. I stopped crying and gave him a kiss and he said, "Mama sad." I said I was and he caressed my cheek...like how he does after he hits someone and has to apologize. And then he said, "Play trains? Thomas? Watch Thomas?" So we watched Thomas on the couch all snuggly and happy.
Finally the rain stopped pouring down so we went over to Mayfield park to get a little hiking in. The peacocks were waiting for us in the parking lot. About ten of them. Henry chased them away and then discovered there were rocks everywhere that could be thrown. So the rock throwing was not really enticing the peacocks back so we walked down to the water, where Henry threw more rocks and sticks. I love how he can just plop right down in a puddle of mud and be like, "What? I've got rocks to throw here."
Then Mae and the Other Henry (OH) arrived and the 3 of them had a pretty great time running and splashing in the Koi ponds--looking at turtles, feeding snack to the fish. After that, the 6 of us headed over to Polvo's. I got the enchiladas. Henry and Mae rolled around on the deck together, entertaining (annoying?) anyone within 20 feet of them. Henry befriended a few ladies and was giving high fives all around. Mae ate packets of sugar, Henry ate half a dozen maraschino cherries soaked in formaldehyde. On the way out, Henry punched a woman (she thought it was another high five (on the back of her arm?), and we got in the car to head home about the time Henry is normally in bed. We listened to Wu Tang ("Good song!") with the windows rolled down. Took a 5 second bath. Put on mismatched jammies. And the boy passed out in less than 2 min. All in all...a successful night of single parenting.
Finally the rain stopped pouring down so we went over to Mayfield park to get a little hiking in. The peacocks were waiting for us in the parking lot. About ten of them. Henry chased them away and then discovered there were rocks everywhere that could be thrown. So the rock throwing was not really enticing the peacocks back so we walked down to the water, where Henry threw more rocks and sticks. I love how he can just plop right down in a puddle of mud and be like, "What? I've got rocks to throw here."
Then Mae and the Other Henry (OH) arrived and the 3 of them had a pretty great time running and splashing in the Koi ponds--looking at turtles, feeding snack to the fish. After that, the 6 of us headed over to Polvo's. I got the enchiladas. Henry and Mae rolled around on the deck together, entertaining (annoying?) anyone within 20 feet of them. Henry befriended a few ladies and was giving high fives all around. Mae ate packets of sugar, Henry ate half a dozen maraschino cherries soaked in formaldehyde. On the way out, Henry punched a woman (she thought it was another high five (on the back of her arm?), and we got in the car to head home about the time Henry is normally in bed. We listened to Wu Tang ("Good song!") with the windows rolled down. Took a 5 second bath. Put on mismatched jammies. And the boy passed out in less than 2 min. All in all...a successful night of single parenting.
Uncle karl moved today...and took dada with him
As they were pulling away in the UHAUL, in the pouring rain, I stood there holding Henry on my hip...sobbing. Henry touched my face and wiped a tear and said, "Mama? Mama?" and he sounded so concerned. He's never seen me cry before. I stopped crying and gave him a kiss and he said, "Mama sad." I said I was and he caressed my cheek...like how he does after he hits someone and has to apologize. And then he said, "Play trains? Thomas? Watch Thomas?" So we watched Thomas on the couch all snuggly and happy.
Finally the rain stopped pouring down so we went over to Mayfield park to get a little hiking in. The peacocks were waiting for us in the parking lot. About ten of them. Henry chased them away and then discovered there were rocks everywhere that could be thrown. So the rock throwing was not really enticing the peacocks back so we walked down to the water, where Henry threw more rocks and sticks. I love how he can just plop right down in a puddle of mud and be like, "What? I've got rocks to throw here."
Then Mae and the Other Henry (OH) arrived and the 3 of them had a pretty great time running and splashing in the Koi ponds--looking at turtles, feeding snack to the fish. After that, the 6 of us headed over to Polvo's. I got the enchiladas. Henry and Mae rolled around on the deck together, entertaining (annoying?) anyone within 20 feet of them. Henry befriended a few ladies and was giving high fives all around. Mae ate packets of sugar, Henry ate half a dozen maraschino cherries soaked in formaldehyde. On the way out, Henry punched a woman (she thought it was another high five (on the back of her arm?), and we got in the car to head home about the time Henry is normally in bed. We listened to Wu Tang ("Good song!") with the windows rolled down. Took a 5 second bath. Put on mismatched jammies. And the boy passed out in less than 2 min. All in all...a successful night of single parenting.
Finally the rain stopped pouring down so we went over to Mayfield park to get a little hiking in. The peacocks were waiting for us in the parking lot. About ten of them. Henry chased them away and then discovered there were rocks everywhere that could be thrown. So the rock throwing was not really enticing the peacocks back so we walked down to the water, where Henry threw more rocks and sticks. I love how he can just plop right down in a puddle of mud and be like, "What? I've got rocks to throw here."
Then Mae and the Other Henry (OH) arrived and the 3 of them had a pretty great time running and splashing in the Koi ponds--looking at turtles, feeding snack to the fish. After that, the 6 of us headed over to Polvo's. I got the enchiladas. Henry and Mae rolled around on the deck together, entertaining (annoying?) anyone within 20 feet of them. Henry befriended a few ladies and was giving high fives all around. Mae ate packets of sugar, Henry ate half a dozen maraschino cherries soaked in formaldehyde. On the way out, Henry punched a woman (she thought it was another high five (on the back of her arm?), and we got in the car to head home about the time Henry is normally in bed. We listened to Wu Tang ("Good song!") with the windows rolled down. Took a 5 second bath. Put on mismatched jammies. And the boy passed out in less than 2 min. All in all...a successful night of single parenting.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
Salt Lick
Mama, Uncle Karl, Aunt Rachel and her family all went to Salt Lick last week while poooooor Dada slaved away at his job. For those that don't know, Salt Lick is like heaven if heaven were made of barbecued meat.
Salt Lick
Mama, Uncle Karl, Aunt Rachel and her family all went to Salt Lick last week while poooooor Dada slaved away at his job. For those that don't know, Salt Lick is like heaven if heaven were made of barbecued meat.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
We went to the rodeo today...
Henry surprised us and took off running when we got to the midway. He really wanted to ride the rides. This was very surprising because 1. He hates motion 2. He has never run away from us...or really even walked in front of us. My favorite memory was when he said "Put down" and I put him down and he sprinted for the entrance to a ride that was obscured by chain link fence and lots of people, and he darted in (no line for Henry) and was going for it until I caught him and the man was all panicked saying Henry was too small...and I was like...yeah. I know. We're not riding.
Poor Henry. We told him next year he could ride rides. In other news...the 3 1/9 of us devoured a funnel cake. I am not sure who I felt more badly about eating it..myself (meaning the cashew growing in my uterus) or my 22 month old. But we did and it was tasty.
Tractors...my favorite...
Animals...my favorite...
More tractors...
Ohhh...pig races...
Poor Henry. We told him next year he could ride rides. In other news...the 3 1/9 of us devoured a funnel cake. I am not sure who I felt more badly about eating it..myself (meaning the cashew growing in my uterus) or my 22 month old. But we did and it was tasty.
Tractors...my favorite...
Animals...my favorite...
More tractors...
Ohhh...pig races...
We went to the rodeo today...
Henry surprised us and took off running when we got to the midway. He really wanted to ride the rides. This was very surprising because 1. He hates motion 2. He has never run away from us...or really even walked in front of us. My favorite memory was when he said "Put down" and I put him down and he sprinted for the entrance to a ride that was obscured by chain link fence and lots of people, and he darted in (no line for Henry) and was going for it until I caught him and the man was all panicked saying Henry was too small...and I was like...yeah. I know. We're not riding.
Poor Henry. We told him next year he could ride rides. In other news...the 3 1/9 of us devoured a funnel cake. I am not sure who I felt more badly about eating it..myself (meaning the cashew growing in my uterus) or my 22 month old. But we did and it was tasty.
Tractors...my favorite...
Animals...my favorite...
More tractors...
Ohhh...pig races...
Poor Henry. We told him next year he could ride rides. In other news...the 3 1/9 of us devoured a funnel cake. I am not sure who I felt more badly about eating it..myself (meaning the cashew growing in my uterus) or my 22 month old. But we did and it was tasty.
Tractors...my favorite...
Animals...my favorite...
More tractors...
Ohhh...pig races...
Saturday, March 21, 2009
First SXSW
We took Henry to see Telephone Company downtown today and rode the 'Dillo to get there. It was a lot of fun. And I am pretty happy to say Henry's getting really good at shouting, "Rock and roll!" I am so proud.
First SXSW
We took Henry to see Telephone Company downtown today and rode the 'Dillo to get there. It was a lot of fun. And I am pretty happy to say Henry's getting really good at shouting, "Rock and roll!" I am so proud.
Crowe's Nest Farm...
It's in Manor TX, about 20 min from our house. It looks like a real farm too...with a big red barn. Henry got really excited when we approached and said "farm" over and over. The kids had a really great time. Most of the gang were able to come--Mae, Moses, Leo, the other Henry and a new friend, Amira (not pictured).
Crowe's Nest Farm...
It's in Manor TX, about 20 min from our house. It looks like a real farm too...with a big red barn. Henry got really excited when we approached and said "farm" over and over. The kids had a really great time. Most of the gang were able to come--Mae, Moses, Leo, the other Henry and a new friend, Amira (not pictured).
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
22 Months Tomorrow...
Henry is finally seeing rain for the first time in his life, that he's aware of. It rained almost everyday the summer he was born. I remember spending many afternoons sitting on our porch watching the daily downpours. The grass and trees were so green that summer. I only remember it raining one time this past summer and it was at night so Henry didn't see it. Finally this week, Henry got to see REAL rain. Not sprinkles...but RAIN. He loved jumping in the puddles and laughed when the rain hit his face. His favorite was standing by the back door and seeing the rain pour off the roof in front of the door.
Today when I dropped Henry off at school they were having an assembly. A man from the Austin Zoo was there with several of his furry friends. As we walked in he was showing everyone a chinchilla. He started talking about how their fur is so soft and b/c of that they get KILLED. I wanted to cup Henry's ears. Come on! They were all 2-4 year olds...they don't even know what that means yet, right? Of course Henry wasn't exactly listening, he was too busy frantically pointing and yelling "See it!!! SEE IT!!!!". Henry immediately climbed into his teacher's lap when we got there so I was like, peace, see ya. So I missed the albino boa that Henry now keeps trying to tell me about.
Henry is still sleeping about the same. Only now I refuse to go in his room until 7AM and that has proven to be awesome. Awesome for me b/c I can turn off the monitor and not wake up every time he sneezes or coughs and I can get at least an hour more sleep than usual. I started doing this when the time changed (so it's really like 6AM so it's not that horrible, he can do it). If he's waking up before I go in there, he's sure not saying anything. I forgot to turn off the monitor this morning and I heard him turning over in his crib and talking to himself but he wasn't asking for me or crying or anything. I'm doing this now b/c he was getting really bad and waking at 5:30 and of course I'd go in their like a dummy and then he'd be super tired and miserable all day so I finally said enough is enough and now if he wakes up too early he falls right back to sleep. If he wakes up before 7 (say at like 6:45) he waits for me to come, without getting upset. So I'm not going to sweat it anymore.
In other sleep news, because of the time change we are now putting Henry to bed at 7:30, instead of 6:30. This is awesome because 1. It further justifies my new rule of not getting him out of his crib till 7:00. 2. We have more family time at night 3. We don't have to rush dinner or eat at 5 like senior citizens 4. We can actually do stuff at night like go out to eat or stay at playgroups longer than an hour. It's been really great so far.
What else... we got a Thomas the train table. Henry knows almost all the train names. His favorites are Percy, Gordon, Duck, Salty, and Rosie. Within a week of buying this train table Henry cracked his forehead on it while bending over. It's still lumpy there. Yesterday Henry was running around Leo's house while holding a toothbrush (nice one mom) and he slipped and fell and jammed the end of the toothbrush in his mouth and now he has a fat lip. Today he was running in the front room and fell and busted open this new fat lip. I gotta say, the worst part about this age is the constant accidents. There's not a day that goes by that he doesn't hit his head on something or fall and skin something. And the screaming and crying are just awful and there's no gauge for severity. It's all just full blown agony sounding when it may only be just a minor boo-boo. So you never know how serious anything is. He'll be screaming his head off and tears are just streaming down his face and you say, "Did you hit your head?" and he'll say, "Yeaaaaaaaaaaah" and it's this sobbing sad little yeah.
New sayings this week: "Me too". "My turn". "Look at me". I think I see a theme emerging.
Today when I dropped Henry off at school they were having an assembly. A man from the Austin Zoo was there with several of his furry friends. As we walked in he was showing everyone a chinchilla. He started talking about how their fur is so soft and b/c of that they get KILLED. I wanted to cup Henry's ears. Come on! They were all 2-4 year olds...they don't even know what that means yet, right? Of course Henry wasn't exactly listening, he was too busy frantically pointing and yelling "See it!!! SEE IT!!!!". Henry immediately climbed into his teacher's lap when we got there so I was like, peace, see ya. So I missed the albino boa that Henry now keeps trying to tell me about.
Henry is still sleeping about the same. Only now I refuse to go in his room until 7AM and that has proven to be awesome. Awesome for me b/c I can turn off the monitor and not wake up every time he sneezes or coughs and I can get at least an hour more sleep than usual. I started doing this when the time changed (so it's really like 6AM so it's not that horrible, he can do it). If he's waking up before I go in there, he's sure not saying anything. I forgot to turn off the monitor this morning and I heard him turning over in his crib and talking to himself but he wasn't asking for me or crying or anything. I'm doing this now b/c he was getting really bad and waking at 5:30 and of course I'd go in their like a dummy and then he'd be super tired and miserable all day so I finally said enough is enough and now if he wakes up too early he falls right back to sleep. If he wakes up before 7 (say at like 6:45) he waits for me to come, without getting upset. So I'm not going to sweat it anymore.
In other sleep news, because of the time change we are now putting Henry to bed at 7:30, instead of 6:30. This is awesome because 1. It further justifies my new rule of not getting him out of his crib till 7:00. 2. We have more family time at night 3. We don't have to rush dinner or eat at 5 like senior citizens 4. We can actually do stuff at night like go out to eat or stay at playgroups longer than an hour. It's been really great so far.
What else... we got a Thomas the train table. Henry knows almost all the train names. His favorites are Percy, Gordon, Duck, Salty, and Rosie. Within a week of buying this train table Henry cracked his forehead on it while bending over. It's still lumpy there. Yesterday Henry was running around Leo's house while holding a toothbrush (nice one mom) and he slipped and fell and jammed the end of the toothbrush in his mouth and now he has a fat lip. Today he was running in the front room and fell and busted open this new fat lip. I gotta say, the worst part about this age is the constant accidents. There's not a day that goes by that he doesn't hit his head on something or fall and skin something. And the screaming and crying are just awful and there's no gauge for severity. It's all just full blown agony sounding when it may only be just a minor boo-boo. So you never know how serious anything is. He'll be screaming his head off and tears are just streaming down his face and you say, "Did you hit your head?" and he'll say, "Yeaaaaaaaaaaah" and it's this sobbing sad little yeah.
New sayings this week: "Me too". "My turn". "Look at me". I think I see a theme emerging.
22 Months Tomorrow...
Henry is finally seeing rain for the first time in his life, that he's aware of. It rained almost everyday the summer he was born. I remember spending many afternoons sitting on our porch watching the daily downpours. The grass and trees were so green that summer. I only remember it raining one time this past summer and it was at night so Henry didn't see it. Finally this week, Henry got to see REAL rain. Not sprinkles...but RAIN. He loved jumping in the puddles and laughed when the rain hit his face. His favorite was standing by the back door and seeing the rain pour off the roof in front of the door.
Today when I dropped Henry off at school they were having an assembly. A man from the Austin Zoo was there with several of his furry friends. As we walked in he was showing everyone a chinchilla. He started talking about how their fur is so soft and b/c of that they get KILLED. I wanted to cup Henry's ears. Come on! They were all 2-4 year olds...they don't even know what that means yet, right? Of course Henry wasn't exactly listening, he was too busy frantically pointing and yelling "See it!!! SEE IT!!!!". Henry immediately climbed into his teacher's lap when we got there so I was like, peace, see ya. So I missed the albino boa that Henry now keeps trying to tell me about.
Henry is still sleeping about the same. Only now I refuse to go in his room until 7AM and that has proven to be awesome. Awesome for me b/c I can turn off the monitor and not wake up every time he sneezes or coughs and I can get at least an hour more sleep than usual. I started doing this when the time changed (so it's really like 6AM so it's not that horrible, he can do it). If he's waking up before I go in there, he's sure not saying anything. I forgot to turn off the monitor this morning and I heard him turning over in his crib and talking to himself but he wasn't asking for me or crying or anything. I'm doing this now b/c he was getting really bad and waking at 5:30 and of course I'd go in their like a dummy and then he'd be super tired and miserable all day so I finally said enough is enough and now if he wakes up too early he falls right back to sleep. If he wakes up before 7 (say at like 6:45) he waits for me to come, without getting upset. So I'm not going to sweat it anymore.
In other sleep news, because of the time change we are now putting Henry to bed at 7:30, instead of 6:30. This is awesome because 1. It further justifies my new rule of not getting him out of his crib till 7:00. 2. We have more family time at night 3. We don't have to rush dinner or eat at 5 like senior citizens 4. We can actually do stuff at night like go out to eat or stay at playgroups longer than an hour. It's been really great so far.
What else... we got a Thomas the train table. Henry knows almost all the train names. His favorites are Percy, Gordon, Duck, Salty, and Rosie. Within a week of buying this train table Henry cracked his forehead on it while bending over. It's still lumpy there. Yesterday Henry was running around Leo's house while holding a toothbrush (nice one mom) and he slipped and fell and jammed the end of the toothbrush in his mouth and now he has a fat lip. Today he was running in the front room and fell and busted open this new fat lip. I gotta say, the worst part about this age is the constant accidents. There's not a day that goes by that he doesn't hit his head on something or fall and skin something. And the screaming and crying are just awful and there's no gauge for severity. It's all just full blown agony sounding when it may only be just a minor boo-boo. So you never know how serious anything is. He'll be screaming his head off and tears are just streaming down his face and you say, "Did you hit your head?" and he'll say, "Yeaaaaaaaaaaah" and it's this sobbing sad little yeah.
New sayings this week: "Me too". "My turn". "Look at me". I think I see a theme emerging.
Today when I dropped Henry off at school they were having an assembly. A man from the Austin Zoo was there with several of his furry friends. As we walked in he was showing everyone a chinchilla. He started talking about how their fur is so soft and b/c of that they get KILLED. I wanted to cup Henry's ears. Come on! They were all 2-4 year olds...they don't even know what that means yet, right? Of course Henry wasn't exactly listening, he was too busy frantically pointing and yelling "See it!!! SEE IT!!!!". Henry immediately climbed into his teacher's lap when we got there so I was like, peace, see ya. So I missed the albino boa that Henry now keeps trying to tell me about.
Henry is still sleeping about the same. Only now I refuse to go in his room until 7AM and that has proven to be awesome. Awesome for me b/c I can turn off the monitor and not wake up every time he sneezes or coughs and I can get at least an hour more sleep than usual. I started doing this when the time changed (so it's really like 6AM so it's not that horrible, he can do it). If he's waking up before I go in there, he's sure not saying anything. I forgot to turn off the monitor this morning and I heard him turning over in his crib and talking to himself but he wasn't asking for me or crying or anything. I'm doing this now b/c he was getting really bad and waking at 5:30 and of course I'd go in their like a dummy and then he'd be super tired and miserable all day so I finally said enough is enough and now if he wakes up too early he falls right back to sleep. If he wakes up before 7 (say at like 6:45) he waits for me to come, without getting upset. So I'm not going to sweat it anymore.
In other sleep news, because of the time change we are now putting Henry to bed at 7:30, instead of 6:30. This is awesome because 1. It further justifies my new rule of not getting him out of his crib till 7:00. 2. We have more family time at night 3. We don't have to rush dinner or eat at 5 like senior citizens 4. We can actually do stuff at night like go out to eat or stay at playgroups longer than an hour. It's been really great so far.
What else... we got a Thomas the train table. Henry knows almost all the train names. His favorites are Percy, Gordon, Duck, Salty, and Rosie. Within a week of buying this train table Henry cracked his forehead on it while bending over. It's still lumpy there. Yesterday Henry was running around Leo's house while holding a toothbrush (nice one mom) and he slipped and fell and jammed the end of the toothbrush in his mouth and now he has a fat lip. Today he was running in the front room and fell and busted open this new fat lip. I gotta say, the worst part about this age is the constant accidents. There's not a day that goes by that he doesn't hit his head on something or fall and skin something. And the screaming and crying are just awful and there's no gauge for severity. It's all just full blown agony sounding when it may only be just a minor boo-boo. So you never know how serious anything is. He'll be screaming his head off and tears are just streaming down his face and you say, "Did you hit your head?" and he'll say, "Yeaaaaaaaaaaah" and it's this sobbing sad little yeah.
New sayings this week: "Me too". "My turn". "Look at me". I think I see a theme emerging.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Mae's mom sent me a better pic of the popsicle cuteness
Sweet little Mae licked hers oh so daintily and Henry woofed his down completely before Mae was even 1/4 done. That's my boy!
Mae's mom sent me a better pic of the popsicle cuteness
Sweet little Mae licked hers oh so daintily and Henry woofed his down completely before Mae was even 1/4 done. That's my boy!
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