Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Pool Time Fun

When I was a little girl, my parents signed up for membership at the Green Acres Country Club.  The club had a large swimming pool and tennis courts.  We had a lot of great memories there and it's where I learned to swim.  Skip a few years later and my parents decided to put a pool in their backyard.  I think I swam through my summers.  My Dad used to call me a dolphin.

I don't go swimming as often, but I want to change that.  Especially with having a little boy.  I want Gregory to enjoy the water as much as I do.  We have a small baby pool at our home, but it's not the same thing as a large pool.  

So it was a treat to go to Oma's and Opa's house and see Greg's smiles and joy of the water.

After we took our son out of the pool, he stayed by the door, wanting to go back to the pool, crying.

Friday, July 18, 2014

Temper Tantrums

The article I wrote about temper tantrums was published.  If you have any suggestions on handling temper tantrums, please share :)

Here's the link to the article - click here.

Date Night

Gregory loves to visit with his grandparents and we are very fortunate that both sets of his grandparents live close by.  We're also fortunate that our families love to spend time with our son and believe in date night time for us :)  Sometimes it's a movie, sometimes it's just a nice restaurant meal, sometimes it's a trip to Walmart (so romantic, right?  But a lot easier when you don't have your son reaching for everything and then getting annoyed because he'd rather walk than sit in a cart.)

The other night, it was a meal night out :)

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Cats and Kids

When I was pregnant, I was so worried about our cat, Tigger, and our son.  Tigger is an old man cat, very chill, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't have a reaction to a child.  The cat was the first one to leave a scar on our child... when the cat jumped into the baby's stroller; he accidentally scratched Gregory's nose. My husband saved the cat's life, that's all I'm going to say about that.

But as Gregory has grown, their bond has strengthened.  Tigger loves the attention from Gregory.  The cat will swish his tail for Gregory to catch.  When Gregory was learning how to walk slowly, Tigger would walk a step and wait, walk a step and wait, so that Gregory could reach him.

When we bathe Gregory, Tigger is there, meowing away, as if to say, "It's water!  Get the baby out of the water!"  And when Gregory cries.... the cat is RIGHT THERE!  Tigger wants to make sure our son is ok.

The other day, Tigger walked, Gregory followed him quickly.  Then Gregory grabbed Tigger's tail and Tigger kept walking while Gregory was still holding his tail... I swear... the cat was walking our son, as if the cat's tail was a leash!  

I often hear about dogs and kids being friends, but now I know... don't knock the cat's relationship either.  It's very sweet and tender.

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Hide and Seek

My husband and I are trying to teach our son how to play "hide and seek."  We alternate who counts (either me or Greg) and who holds Gregory and hides.  The problem is that Gregory doesn't understand the concept of quiet in the game for the 'hiding' part.  When it's my turn to count, I'm laughing between counts, because I hear Gregory squealing and then, when I go looking for them, I'm laughing so hard I have to cross my legs not to pee, because when I call out to them, Gregory is giggling and calling back.  It's hilarious.

Gregory might not understand, but he sure gets a kick out of the game.  My husband is teaching our son how to play ball, well.. "fetch" more like it.  I shouldn't right that.  Gregory also likes to kick big balls.  Maybe he will play soccer one day?

So far I've managed to stop my husband from cutting our son's hair.  It's getting a little long, but I want to wait until Gregory is 2 years old, to make that the even of his first hair cut.  I'm hoping his Aunt Yaya (Madelyn) will do the honors.  How we're going to keep our son still will be interesting!

This past weekend we went to the local farmer's market in Destrehan.  We met another couple who are around our age and they have a cute little boy.  Their son was a little shorter than Gregory, but was 20 months old (4 months older than our boy).  Their son is talking and they said, "He would say a word here and there and then he just started talking a lot more."  I guess it's like walking, try it and then go for it.

We bought some fruit and veggies from the market.  One stand sold blueberries.  The first two attempts, Gregory didn't like them, but after that, he was eating them from the container.  The guy at the stand said the blueberries are grown in Poplarville, MS.  Our friends, Matthew, Cindy and Elizabeth have property out there.  Maybe we can make it a day, visit their property and pick blueberries.

I'm trying to find different ways for Gregory not to get bored with his toys.  He has plenty of them, but if they aren't "newly seen" then he's not as interested.  So, I switch the toys around, either putting them in different locations of the house or I put some toys in a dresser drawer that Gregory can reach and open.  It's not the toys so much, but rather the "hunt" for the toys that entertains Gregory.

One toy our little boy doesn't tire of is the iPad.  We have to limit the usage though, because Gregory will get a little obsessive with the apps.  (When Gregory visits Granny, she has to hide her iPad when she wants to play her games on it.)

Gregory can actually turn on the iPad, find an app and play with the games on his own.  The only way I can stop him from wanting to play with the iPad is to hide it on top of the piano.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Letter to my son

Dear Son,

Mommy is a little behind in writing to you, my sweet boy.  A lot has happened since my last letter to you.  You had a 12 month and a 15 month appointment, here are some of the measurements:

At 12 months, your length was 29 inches and at 15 months, you stood against the wall and your height was calculated to be 2 feet, 6 inches.
At 12 months, your weight was 22 pounds and at 15 months, you weighed 24 pounds.
Your head went from 18 inches to 19 inches by 15 months.

All in all, you are still on track for being 85 percentile, meaning you're a little taller than most children your age.  Mommy and Daddy see this constantly when we meet children in stores or restaurants and find out that these children are your age, but much smaller than you.

From the 12 to 15 month appointments, Mommy and Daddy went through some changes and so did  you!

(in his toddler bed, no more cribs)

Daddy was laid off from his work, but given a healthy severance pay and paid cobra health insurance.  We were grateful for the income and the coverage.  Your Daddy was quick to search for work and within 3 months, he is now working for a new company and learning more about the gas and oil industry along with his other chemical knowledge.

During the time that Daddy was unemployed, it was a blessing in a unique way.  It was time that Daddy could spend with us and watch as you transformed from a baby who "sofa walked" to a toddler in full bloom.  At 14 months, to the date, you walked across the room from Daddy's arms into Mommy's arms.  It was a day of happy celebration and joy!

And now, at 16 months, nothing can stand in your way.  You RUN.  Mommy has to run now too.  You are getting taller as well and your arm reach is dangerous.  When you see something you want, you get on your tippy toes and stretch like nobody's business... pure determination is in your face.  It's pretty awesome to witness.

Other blessings during this transition time in our family, is that our home is paid for and our families are generous with sending food and friends opened their homes for us to visit for a vacation.  We have a lot to be thankful for and your Daddy is good about focusing on the positive.  Then again, Daddy says that Mommy worries enough for all three of us.

I was certainly very worried (and so was Daddy) about your recent croup.  In the past when I've heard a parent say that their child has "croup" I never understood fully what a parent and child goes through.  I guess someone can always describe it, but until you go through it as a parent, one never really "gets" it.  I hope your children don't ever get croup, because my little boy, it's scary.

Croup is a product of a virus.  The virus has to run its course, like any normal virus.  But in adults, when our throats hurt, it's because the throat is inflamed and closing in, but our throats are large enough to allow air to pass through even with the inflammation.  For a child, from birth to three years... croup is when the throat inflammation causes a wheezing sound.  A child can actual pass out if the inflammation is closing up the throat too much.  Your croup was so bad that the doctor gave you three days of steroids.  Mommy and Daddy alternated you between steam baths and standing in front of the refrigerator (both of these actions help to decrease the inflammation).  It's scary for a parent... to hear your poor cry when you could barely speak from the croup... it broke Mommy's heart.

Right before you got sick, you were finally starting to sleep the night in your toddler bed... but after you got sick, Mommy was too worried about you and you stayed with her.  Now, we are trying to slowly re-transition you back to your toddler bed at night.

I'm so proud of you, my son, for all you have learned so far.  And for your ability to see the beauty in a leaf or a magnolia seed as we go on walks..  People say that I should not want you to grow up too quickly.  It's not that I want you to grow up "quickly" - it's that I'm throughly enjoying every new step, new skill, new view, that you offer to our world.  As you grow, I grow.  So there is no way I would wish to hold you back or force you forward.  Mommy and Daddy will be the rock of love that you need and the support you require to learn as you will.

Now, that said, Daddy does hope that you will say "Mommy" soon, because Daddy said, "Mommy deserves it."  Awwww....  how sweet.  But you know who I am.  And it's so cool to see how you understand what we are saying to you.

You communicate VERY well with the "no no" shake of your head, with your tantrums of what you want, with your pointing your finger to what you like... the communication has already begun.  And you watch so careful when something new happens.  If a door in the house opens that wasn't opened before, your intense stare is one of fascination.  As if you are trying to memorize the action so that you can repeat it on your own.

This summer has been a hot one.  You learned to love water, especially running around in the splash park.  Your grandparents watched you one day and Oma said, "Gregory is fearless."  Another mother told me, "Your son is having more fun than anyone else here!"

You also love going to the park.  You will climb steps, even if you have to do a climb crawl.  You have this sense of freedom at parks, as if you know it's "a kid's place"... we have to run to keep up!

Mommy and Daddy also took you on an airplane hunt!  The first time you heard and saw an airplane, you made a squishy face.  So, we found a location close to the airport to watch the airplanes take off. When you see an airplane on tv or on the iPad, you smile.

Now, if we can find places to bring you that are air conditioned for when the summer storms rain out the day.

Thank you, Gregory, for being such an incredible joy in our lives.

Love Always,

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Golden Shower

Our son loves the splash park, walking in the rain puddles, playing with fountain water and taking a bath.  He loves water.  The only problem is that he doesn't understand yet what is water and what isn't.  Or maybe it's just that he is a normal, very curios little boy.

My husband and I decided that we would start an early potty training with our son by having Gregory watch Daddy pee.  My husband said, "Gregory is definitely interested.  He watches me."

The other day, my husband had a phone call to make and he had to use the bathroom.  Gregory toddled behind Daddy, as usual, into the bathroom.  Daddy was on the phone with two of his friends via conference calling... suddenly he shouts as he is fumbling with his cell phone and other body parts, "What!  Wait!  Hold on!  OH MY GOD, I'M PEEING ON MY SON!"

He hears his friends shouting back, "What?!  What's going on?!"

He tries to explain, "Hold on!  Let me call you back!  I'm talking to you and pee'ing and my son is reaching out to play with the pee while I'm peeing!"  At this point, I'm imagining his friends rolling on the floor laughing, because they replied, "No!  Don't hang up!  This is the best laugh we've had all week."

My husband shared with me, "There I am, trying to not drop the phone, grab my son and wash his hands and having to still pee, because unlike women, we can't just stop it once it has started."

Sometimes you just have to blog about it :)

Now, how do you teach a child the difference between rain and golden showers?