Mostly figuratively. That last post was out of character (with lots of WORDS! and FEELINGS! ACK!), and I’m not quite sure what to write next.
We’re chugging right along with Little Sister’s food issues – cashews and broccoli are no-gos, but a bit of caffeine in a brownie or Excedrin seems ok… I’m starting to look into banking/donating some of the extra boob juice, hoping that this crazy elimination diet can help someone else too. (PS – if you know anything about this kind of banking, hit a girl up with some info!)
The Little Scientist has been all kinds of busy – we’ve made moon sand (8 cups of flour plus 1 cup of baby oil) to use some of the flour I’m not allowed to eat. The mess was… MOSTLY contained. Mostly.
He’s also decided that he wants to play football (OVER MY DEAD BODY, YOU HEAR?!?!?)
And Nerdgrandma sent us an activity box chock full of ocean activities to do during preschool time in the afternoons. Chock. Full. So we’re elbow deep in plastic frogs and fishies and turtles and my towels are getting quite the workout during activities :).
Oh, and Little Sister and I will be headed to Blogher ’13 this week – and I’m so excited I just might pee on the carpet. (Take that with a grain of salt. I did just have a baby.) We’re planning on meeting SO many people that right now only exist in my computer, and seeing some family that hasn’t met the baby yet. YAY!! (Send aaaaaall the good plane baby vibes. Please.)
I’m super-excited that some of the #iPPP gals will be in Chicago too – you should check out their blogs to see why!!
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.
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!!
I didn’t expect the winter (even as mild as it is) to be such a challenge. But combine the fact that I’m a wimp and my kid needs DAILY outside time (preferably around climbing equipment built for kids twice his size… Oh, my heart.) and you’ve got one bona fide recipe for stir crazy.
But. This week was sunny and they’d just opened a new skate park on the rich side of town. (BTW – teen graffiti on the rich kid, city-funded skate park? HIL-AR-I-OUS.) So without further ado, I bring you: Parkour Toddler.
On a less heart-wrenching note, we’ve also started the holiday decorations in casa Nerdmathfun:
I leave you with my favorite:
The ladies at #iPPP are doing some great fall and Christmas stuff too – check ’em out!!
(GAH!! It’s another shirtless-at-the-table post. I SWEAR ON ALL THINGS HOLY we do stuff in other rooms. That other rooms EXIST in this house. And that the boy owns multiple shirts.)
We got the Little Scientist one of those Alex-and-Marie busy boxes last Christmas. In retrospect, he was more than a BIT young. But as we head into the Christmas season a year later, we’re finally to the point where he does the crafts with me, instead of drooling on the stickers while I color. (PS – awesome, awesome materials. Well made, well packed, blah blah blah. And they don’t know I exist, so they certainly aren’t paying me to say this. It’s just good stuff.)
In this activity you take the blobs of imitation play-doh and stick animal heads and legs and tails and stuff (including a disproportionately large cow udder, but THAT’s another post) in to make farm animals. In my mind the pink blob went with the pig, the white with the cow, and the blue with the blue horse. Logic, right?
Oh, hell no.
I think we’re renaming the Little Scientist the Little Surrealist:
Not surreal? The awesome #iPPP ladies. They’re all kinds of really real. Check ’em out!
Little Scientist famously hates having messy hands. HATES.
So what is a logical activity for Halloween, you ask? Pumpkin Cleaning, of course!!
Happy Halloween from Nerdfamilymathfun!!! 🙂
The ladies at iPPP are some serious awesomesauce. Check ’em out!