…with a baby on your lap.
Baby girl showed up in the early morning hours of her due date May 28th (punctual to a fault *grin*). She did manage to wait until Nerddad had been back from a business trip week across the country for a whole 60 hours
So what do we do now that mom’s trapped under the wee bebe all. the. time?
Lots of car races:
And letter hunts:
And even some of this:
And probably more of this than I’m willing to admit:
But we did manage to pull off an activity or two. I rolled some cotton balls in a flour/water/food coloring mix, and baked ‘em to make BASHABLE COTTON BALLS (more detailed directions here).
(Yes, my crockpot has its own chair. What? It’s family!)
When I do this again, I’d probably use more water to make a thinner coating – these baked up as hard as little rocks! I would also not emphasize the word BASHABLE quite so much… I’m STILL hearing that one.
No buddy, baby sissy is NOT BASHABLE. Oy vey.
Fun times ahead, eh?
The gals at #iPPP are not all trapped under babies, and doing all sorts of neat summer things. Check ‘em out!
Nope, no baby yet. Although I scared the pants off of Nerddad last night with a rousing game of “is it a tummy bug or is it labor”… *grin*. (Spoiler alert – tummy bug. Blech.) Keeping things interesting around here, that’s my major function.
So it’s FINALLY warm enough here to get outside and play for real. I mean, really Nature? SNOW in MAY? South of the Mason-Dixon? Vom. It.
But this week was gor-GEOUS, so after helping our AWESOME babysitter construct baby furniture:
The Little Scientist and I raided the $5 and under toy aisle for water toys. Bags of toys later, we set up shop at home…. And proceeded to play with our favorite rocks. For an hour. Quite happily. So I’ll stash the bags away for another sunny day
Although I do have to admit, we pulled the Nemo water cannon out for a little while, and the peals of laughter over the bubbles (aka Nemo toot-toots) were quite funny. Ah, potty humor. NOW we’re in my wheelhouse, little man.
Not to be deterred, after nap (and yes, that’s a THIRD outfit for the day. Don’t judge.) I was determined to try to make these sponge balls. I got as far as cutting up my sponges, and, well…
So this week’s lesson, following the last one about slowing down to toddler speed, is about child-led activities. Because sometimes a rock is the BEST toy, and sometimes the craft project gets derailed in the middle for a building project – and that’s ok too.
The #iPPP gals – they’re awesome. You’ll laugh. You’ll cry. Go. Read. Now.
(I kid. I kid. I know that ADD is real and serious for many people… Truly.)
When I was going through teaching / child development classes a few *cough-ten-cough* years ago, the big debate was on childhood attention spans. Were they getting shorter, was technology to blame, OHMYGOD was Sesame Street to blame, etc…
I’ve been thinking about that a lot recently for one simple reason. At 8.5 months pregnant, I just don’t move very fast. (Unless he decides to take off sprinting towards the road. Then I can still give Usain Bolt a run for his money. True story. I would TOTALLY be an Olympic-class sprinter in the “endangered toddler” category.)
So here recently if the Little Scientist wants to camp out on an activity for an unholy length of time, I’m all in. And I’ve noticed that my internal “let’s do something else” alarm goes off WAAAY before he’s usually ready to do something else. Which makes me wonder how often I rush him through things before he’s ready to be done… So yesterday we went to the park with the drainage ditch… err… creek and tossed rocks in the creek for almost an hour. And again today.
I don’t pretend I can stop the clock all the time (FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS CHOCOLATE FIND YOUR SHOES CHILD!!!!), but maybe I need these last 6 weeks before baby girl to retrain myself. I’ll be thinking about that over here on the comfy chair with my ice cream if you wanna discuss
The ladies at iPPP are doing all sorts of things NOT in comfy chairs – go check ‘em out!
And so the narcissism begins, eh?
(It’s a link to a pdf so your browser doesn’t come beat me up for a 10-picture post. You’re welcome *grin*)
(You should see the 300 pics of the couch and ceiling that I deleted… Riveting.)
Pretty sure I’m skirting the rules a tad on the smart-phone pic thing – go check out some gals who know how to do this right!!!
On Saturday I talked about how me and the Little Scientist were doing a stint as live-in nannies for a friend while she was induced for kiddo #4.
We survived. Wa-hoo.
Her kids were EXCEPTIONALLY well-behaved. But I learned that adopting a 7, 5 and 1-year old is NOT in the cards for nerdfamilymathfun. Oof. There may have been a TAD much screen-time over the course of the three days.
The “roughing it” part? NO MICROWAVE. Seriously. I never noticed that I use ours fifty bazillion times a day until I kept catching myself wandering aimlessly around the kitchen with a cold cup of coffee or plate of lukewarm food.
Related – dear Dominos. I could smooch you on the mouth for delivering a house full of pizza via iPad app. *MWAH* (Not the least because the warm-up meals I brought for the LS and I were, um…. microwave meals. Dammit.)
She uneventfully delivered an almost 7-pound healthy baby girl – whole family home and comfy. Win.
And pass the Tylenol.
(Funny part – the night we headed up to help I got a call from my only other remaining pregnant friend, wondering if we could watch her 18-month old, because she seemed to be in labor. She got it covered – and ended up 2 doors down from the microwave-free mama! Babies for all!)
Squeaking in under the wire to link up with the #iPPP gals this week – check ‘em out!
All over the place these last few weeks…
- Took the Little Scientist into the doctor for some help with the whole 2-years-old and eating thing. Good news: kid’s growing like a damn weed. Jumped from 70 & 70 percentile weight / height most of his life to 85 & 90 percentile respectively. Bad news: he seems to have inherited Nerddad’s blood sugar crashing issues. Our very patient pediatrician did a GREAT job of taking me seriously and offering me some tips and strategies while letting me know that we were still within the bounds of “normal things he sees”. Funny part: all those articles I’ve seen / been reading these last few months about kids oversnacking are hurting our cause. Turns out our little guy needs a few hundred calories every 2 or 3 hours. It’s making a big difference – I’m SO relieved.
- Random other good news: both of his ear tubes have fallen out (a while ago it seems), and we’ve avoided any ear infections this WINTER OF THE PLAGUE. (DAMMIT!! Someone knock on wood for me. ’Cause I know I just jinxed it.) Would be great if we didn’t have to go back in for another round of those.
- I currently have peanut M&Ms, orange M&Ms, and CARROT CAKE M&Ms in the house. But no peanut butter or regular ones. How did this happen?
- Yeah, I’m rocking the banana hair clip today. So what?
- I miss gluten.
- I have a friend that has had a really hard pregnancy – not that there’s been issues with the baby, more that she’s been immobilized with discomfort. She’s being induced on Tuesday – and I’m so excited for her. Both for the new baby and so she can get to feeling better. Slightly less exciting – LS and I will be watching her other 3 kids at her house for 3 days. That sound you hear? That’s my anxiety level. Woof.
- Related: don’t ever assume that your husband’s crazy rotating-shift job couldn’t POSSIBLY have him working the 4 days in a row where it would be nice to have him around for one of them. Because it will. *ANXIETY*
- Also related: if I’m being honest, there’s a tiny part of me that’s glad she’s having her kid b/c the last few months have been pretty emotionally high maintenance… It’ll be nice to have some mental space to think about my own labor / delivery / general baby plans over the next three months or so.
- THREE MONTHS. HOLY CRAP.
- (The bullet before last makes me feel like a bad friend.)
- I still miss gluten.
- The LS has been getting up several times a night since Thanksgiving – I’m pretty sure he’s conspiring with his sister to prep me for newborn schedules. Thanks kids. A few nights a week I grit my teeth and rockROCKrockROCKrock because dammit! Mama needs sleep (occasionally) too! Most nights, though, I’m able to just rock and snuggle and appreciate this little baby remnant in my big boy. I had a friend visit yesterday afternoon and the kiddo would only nap if he was curled up in my lap at the kitchen table while we talked. It was actually pretty nice *sniff*.
- Why can’t I find plain men’s long-sleeved t-shirts (like Hanes Beefy T’s, but long-sleeved) ANYWHERE? Not Wally world, not Target, not Kohls… I know they exist, I’m WEARING one, gosh durn it!
- I’m really glad jellybeans are gluten-free. Nomnomnom.
And, because I know no-one actually comes here for my scintillating story-telling abilities…
You think I’d learn. I already talked about the lentils and their ridiculousness. Here.
But we’ve been working on big and little. Daddy has big shoes (no really – size 14/15, dude), LS has little shoes. Big steps, little steps. Big bellies, little bellies. (I’ll let you guess who gets to serve as the example of big for THAT one *sigh*. I get no regard, no regard atall.)
I made a matching game that I (surprise, surprise) tape to things. I printed it on cardstock – he gets the little shapes, and has to find the big partners taped around the house. No pics – but the pdf is big & little.
A natural extension in my addled brain was measuring cups. Big and little and pouring and WIN!!
The mistake? I filled the bowl with a lentil-oats mix for the pouring. Kid was in LURVE and the concentration was E-P-I-C.
I’ll be sweeping lentils from the kitchen floor for the rest of eternity. Especially because now he asks for his “bowl” at least once a day.
To our darling and patient weekly babysitter – I’m so very, very sorry.
(I’ve heard rumored – thanks mom – that little pastas with a few big pastas mixed in are just as scoopable, and much easier to clean…)
The gals over at #iPPP – they rock. YOU should go check them out. For reals.
I was the kid that snuck books to the playground, and hid under the slide to read. Who grew up near the ocean and never got a tan. (Although let’s be honest – not that I could tan. We’d lived in our small town for a decade and Mom was STILL getting stopped by nice folks in the grocery warning her to “sunscreen those babies”. I like to call my specific shade of pale glow-in-the-dark albino.)
So how did IIIIII end up with the toddler who needs a solid hour of fresh air and RUNRUNRUNRUN time every. single. day? Karmic cursing, I swear. Mom, I’m looking at you.
During the winter we become staple customers at our local bounce houses, kiddie gyms and indoor playplaces. But (as I’ve been incessantly
whining tweeting) we’ve also spent a big chunk of November / December/ January visited by the green-snot-coughing-fever fairies. And I HATE being the mom with the sick kid at the indoor venue – the laser stares and whispers, they burn. So what do I do with a boy who needs to RUNRUNRUNRUUUUUUUN in a 1200 square foot house?
- Bring the outdoor toys inside – We’ve already ditched all of the living room furniture excepting the couch, so the room is just an open play area (see: RUNRUNRUNRUNCLIMB). So the Little Tykes slide and kiddie trampoline got a quick dusting and have taken up residence in replacement of coffee table and chairs.
- Muppet arms – I’m not sure how this started, and I know there’s an incriminating video of it floating around somewhere. The kid runs from one end of the house to the other yelling “AAAAAAAA” at the top of his lungs. My role is to chase him, arms flailing in the air a la muppet style, also screaming “AAAAAAAAA”. Reach the end of the house, turn and switch roles.
- Scavenger hunt – we’re recently obsessed with the color blue, so he pushes a laundry basket around the house while we find blue things. I might have loaded a few milk cartons with sand, colored them blue, and hidden them strategically around the house. The heavier the basket gets the better.
- Letter running – I’ve stuck foam letters to the front of the cabinets / doors / floors in the kitchen. I call out a letter and he has to run to it and pat it. I think I owe our landlord an apology for the quantity of adhesive residue we are eventually going to end up leaving E-V-E-R-Y-W-H-E-R-E. Oops.
- Bubble wrapping the kitchen floor. Taping down SHEETS of bubble wrap across the linoleum, and then RUNJUMPROLLing to make pop-pops. (Just a hint – remove bubble wrap before your half-asleep husband wakes up at 0530 to make himself breakfast before work. Trust me.)
- Pillow jumping – the old standby, pulling the cushions off the couch and beds and closets (WHY do we own so many pillows? Seriously. How.) and the carpeted floor becomes hot lava. Or we make climbing mountains and roll off of them until somebody gets a black eye on the piano bench.
Not QUITE the same as being set free at the nearby playground, but it’ll do Pig. It’ll do.
The gals with #iPPP are doing all sorts of interesting things beyond toddler playgrounds this week – check ‘em out!!
So, my husband had me CONVINCED in the craziness leading up to Christmas that he’d forgotten to buy me a gift. I even tweeted (man, that verbification still sounds dirty to me…) about it:
Holy crap. I’m going to Blogher. In Chicago. With a 2-month old.
Blows dust off keyboard. *COUGHCOUGHCOUGH* Ok, THAT was a bad idea.
I had SUCH BIG PLANS for the holiday season. What with the Little Scientist being two and all, this seemed like the first time he would “get it”. And we DID have SO MUCH FUN:
He also spent a week with a 102+ degree fever. And a few days cutting a surprise molar. (I coulda SWORN I counted those teeth 6 months ago and they were all there. The math teacher can’t count. Great.) And then there was PUKEMAGGEDON 2012, from which I will mercifully spare you the details. (One quick tip – layer a mattress with alternating waterproof pads and sheets to improve your 2 am reaction times. Trust me. As for poop & puke on matte painted walls and crib bars? I’m ALL EARS dude, if you’ve got tips… *shudder*)
So this holiday season was a huge lesson in learning to let go of plans. Of going with the flow. Of the need for a backup Pedialyte container in the pantry. (Because really, who wants to drag the sick toddler to the store the DAY BEFORE CHRISTMAS for pedialyte and crackers? Apparently me.)
Of appreciating snuggles on the couch when normally the snuggles are drive-by pats on the arm.
So to jump on the “my word for 2013″ bandwagon, I’m going with patience. Because this new year isn’t shaping up to be any LESS exciting than the last few weeks have been. The baby, a looming move, a husband who’s career is about to hit overdrive (in an exciting but SUPER time-consuming way), and a Master’s thesis to write – all before August. I’m SO STOKED for what 2013 is bringing us, and so very VERY scared too. So this year I’m going with patience. With myself, the kid(s), the hubs.
(In full disclosure, chocolate, naps or wine were close runner-ups for word of the year. Just sayin’.)
Hoping YOU have an awesome and patience-full new year!!