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!!