Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Biting
The director at Brady's daycare center called me into the office this morning when I dropped him off. Apparently his biting has escalated (breaking skin) and he may be kicked out. Yay. I know the biting has increased recently, but I had no idea the bites were so severe. Seems one of the parents has called the licensing board, so the county is coming out to see what is happening. This is a new director and she is much stricter than the last (likely why there is a new director). Until now, no one has told me that 1) he's biting harder, and 2) he could be kicked out. In fact, I've been told he isn't really hurting anyone and that it was no big deal, just typical toddler behavior. He is biting when fighting over toys or when someone gets in his way on the playground. Also seems to bite more when over-stimulated and/or tired.
So, the director wants to move him into the two-year-old room starting today. She said that in her experience, biting can sometimes come with boredom. We're going to try it, but I think he bites more when over-stimulated, so lets throw him with with larger group of kids that are running, jumping, yelling, and months to a year older than he is, all day long! Yeah, that's going to help. To add to the fun, my job ends tomorrow and we are going to have to go to part time for as long as I can afford it. Maybe it is best to have all these changes happen at once, but I fear the biting will get worse before it gets better, which will likely mean he gets expelled. He's in the cheapest daycare center in the area right now, so there really is no where else to go after this unless I look for home-based daycare, which is not my preference.
Frustrated, upset, and worried.
So, the director wants to move him into the two-year-old room starting today. She said that in her experience, biting can sometimes come with boredom. We're going to try it, but I think he bites more when over-stimulated, so lets throw him with with larger group of kids that are running, jumping, yelling, and months to a year older than he is, all day long! Yeah, that's going to help. To add to the fun, my job ends tomorrow and we are going to have to go to part time for as long as I can afford it. Maybe it is best to have all these changes happen at once, but I fear the biting will get worse before it gets better, which will likely mean he gets expelled. He's in the cheapest daycare center in the area right now, so there really is no where else to go after this unless I look for home-based daycare, which is not my preference.
Frustrated, upset, and worried.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Toddler Times
My vow to myself to update this blog more often apparently didn't work. So, here's a quick update and a bunch of pictures, with another vow to update more often in the future! Much easier and less overwhelming to do it more often. Not to mention, I won't forget half of what has been going on!
Words, Words, and More Words
Brady is an absolute chatterbox. Even though he is still only using single words (nouns), he jabbers constantly while playing and tries, sometimes unsuccessfully, to get Mommy to understand what he is saying. His favorites, of course, are all things transportation -- names and sounds. There is a play-by-play whenever we are in the car as he points and shouts car, choo-choo, truck, tractor, mo-mo (motorcycle), and bus, non-stop. For some reason, a cement mixer is ma-mo. I'm not even gonna consider why. His teachers at daycare think it is hysterical -- many cement trucks go by behind the playground -- since it sounds like "mama". And the kid can spot an airplane that is nothing more than a speck on the distant horizon that I have to squint to see. He used to call them choo-choos, but after my persistent prompting of "airplane", they are now known as "air-choos." Gotta get that on video.
Took this video almost two months ago. He is more articulate and even more enthusiastic now.
We've made great advances with "Mommy" although it took awhile, which I attribute to the fact that there is no one in the house calling me Mommy in front of him. I refer to myself as Mommy all of the time, but he still doesn't really get it. Since he has been home, I have guarded whatever drink I've had near me as he is reaching for it by saying, "No, that's Mommy's." Now, he points at every coffee cup, wine glass, or soda can and proudly yells "mommy!" So, next I tried pointing at myself (chest, cheeks, whatever) and saying "Mommy." Then he points at his chest, cheeks, whatever, and says "mommy." Poor confused kid. Just within the last couple of weeks, he has been playing a game where he points at something and I name it. So, we've been pointing at each other (and the cat or friends or pictures of people we know) and naming them. He now knows Mommy's name is Mommy. YAY!!! Still hasn't used it outside of the name game though. Baby steps.
Books, Books, and more Books
Brady LOVES books. I love that he loves books, but I'd also love it if I could go to the bathroom, just once, without the child trying to climb on my lap with a book in hand! His favorites are, naturally, anything about trains, trucks, tractors, airplanes, etc., however, he does have a few Elmo books, several Little People books, and a couple of animal books that he likes as well. If I pick up a book that he doesn't find interesting after looking at the cover or maybe by the first page, he'll grab it out of my hands, close it, say "night-night" to it, and fling it aside.
School Days
His Fall enrollment is complete and Brady is still lovin' daycare. I'm still reeling from having to re-enroll him, pay the enrollment fee, and filling out all 14-pages of the paperwork all over again for a child that has been attending the same daycare without interruption from the beginning! I just don't get it.
Emergency Room Visit #1
Why daycare has a huge sandbox where a gaggle of toddlers play and fling sand at each other is beyond me. I know the kids love it, but the teachers don't, and as a parent, I like it even less. I picked Brady up one afternoon from daycare while he was in the sandbox. He saw me, came running, but also started rubbing both eyes (something he was doing often), with sand-covered hands. About halfway home the screaming started. I tried to rinse his eyes out at home, but could tell that wasn't enough. I called my next door neighbor to drive us to urgent care (thank goodness she was home). The doctor at urgent care wouldn't even look at him and told me we should probably just go to the ER. Poor kid is screaming this entire time. Anyway, they confirmed he had minor abrasions on both eyes, then rinsed both eyes out using a nasal canula as a dripper and a liter of saline, then sent him home with antibiotic drops that I had to put in his eyes every four hours (when he was awake) for five days. That was fun. Fortunately, he was already scheduled two days later to see his ophthalmologist for a routine exam. She said his eyes looked fine and to stop the drops. Whew.
Since Brady loves his sunglasses and will wear them in the car and outside or just for fun, he now also wears them while on the playground at daycare. He has always been sensitive to having the sun in his eyes and rubbed them all the time. The sunglasses have really helped on both the sand and sun fronts. Given the extra brightness of the sun at this elevation (6,000 feet), this is actually a very good thing.
Cool kid pointing at the cars.
A Little OCD?
Brady certainly likes routine and especially having things in their place (except for his toys, of course, which can be all over the house). It is almost a little weird. If he sees my shoes in the hall, he takes them to the laundry room, he knows just which toy boxes certain toys go in (when asked to put them away), and when I move the trash can in my bathroom, he picks it up and puts it where it is supposed to be. He does this with everything! It is delightful in some ways, but should I be worried?!
The Work Front
Finally got the word about my job after our company was acquired last month: My job ends as of September 15th. They actually wiped out my entire department. Unfortunately, there isn't much out there in my field in this area right now. It's going to be very tight and I will need to find something fairly soon. I'm going to try to keep Brady in daycare part time for as long as I can for both of our sakes. I am actually looking forward to having some time off while the weather is still decent. I have several projects to complete yet: sanding and staining the deck, painting the front porch, etc.
Summer Activities
Cannot believe summer is over. It has been a strange one in Denver. Most afternoons have been cloudy and stormy, with several intense downpours and 3 tornado warnings. Only a few really hot days as well. Then we were in the direct path of the smoke from the LA wildfires and had several days of red-tinged air -- couldn't see the mountains for the thick haze and you could actually smell the smoke in the mornings. Very bizarre.
Brady found the nearly full box of swim diapers and put them to good use, since being in his little pool in the yard didn't happen very often.
We have had some fun outings, including a day at the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo in Colorado Springs, several single mom group get togethers, and a playdate with a pair of gorgeous Kaz girls. Coming up is Thomas the Tank Engine at the Colorado Railroad Museum and a weekend in Estes Park for the annual Fall Festival.
Checking out the wallaby at the zoo.
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Gorgeous Kaz kids
Words, Words, and More Words
Brady is an absolute chatterbox. Even though he is still only using single words (nouns), he jabbers constantly while playing and tries, sometimes unsuccessfully, to get Mommy to understand what he is saying. His favorites, of course, are all things transportation -- names and sounds. There is a play-by-play whenever we are in the car as he points and shouts car, choo-choo, truck, tractor, mo-mo (motorcycle), and bus, non-stop. For some reason, a cement mixer is ma-mo. I'm not even gonna consider why. His teachers at daycare think it is hysterical -- many cement trucks go by behind the playground -- since it sounds like "mama". And the kid can spot an airplane that is nothing more than a speck on the distant horizon that I have to squint to see. He used to call them choo-choos, but after my persistent prompting of "airplane", they are now known as "air-choos." Gotta get that on video.
Took this video almost two months ago. He is more articulate and even more enthusiastic now.
We've made great advances with "Mommy" although it took awhile, which I attribute to the fact that there is no one in the house calling me Mommy in front of him. I refer to myself as Mommy all of the time, but he still doesn't really get it. Since he has been home, I have guarded whatever drink I've had near me as he is reaching for it by saying, "No, that's Mommy's." Now, he points at every coffee cup, wine glass, or soda can and proudly yells "mommy!" So, next I tried pointing at myself (chest, cheeks, whatever) and saying "Mommy." Then he points at his chest, cheeks, whatever, and says "mommy." Poor confused kid. Just within the last couple of weeks, he has been playing a game where he points at something and I name it. So, we've been pointing at each other (and the cat or friends or pictures of people we know) and naming them. He now knows Mommy's name is Mommy. YAY!!! Still hasn't used it outside of the name game though. Baby steps.
Books, Books, and more Books
Brady LOVES books. I love that he loves books, but I'd also love it if I could go to the bathroom, just once, without the child trying to climb on my lap with a book in hand! His favorites are, naturally, anything about trains, trucks, tractors, airplanes, etc., however, he does have a few Elmo books, several Little People books, and a couple of animal books that he likes as well. If I pick up a book that he doesn't find interesting after looking at the cover or maybe by the first page, he'll grab it out of my hands, close it, say "night-night" to it, and fling it aside.
School Days
His Fall enrollment is complete and Brady is still lovin' daycare. I'm still reeling from having to re-enroll him, pay the enrollment fee, and filling out all 14-pages of the paperwork all over again for a child that has been attending the same daycare without interruption from the beginning! I just don't get it.
Emergency Room Visit #1
Why daycare has a huge sandbox where a gaggle of toddlers play and fling sand at each other is beyond me. I know the kids love it, but the teachers don't, and as a parent, I like it even less. I picked Brady up one afternoon from daycare while he was in the sandbox. He saw me, came running, but also started rubbing both eyes (something he was doing often), with sand-covered hands. About halfway home the screaming started. I tried to rinse his eyes out at home, but could tell that wasn't enough. I called my next door neighbor to drive us to urgent care (thank goodness she was home). The doctor at urgent care wouldn't even look at him and told me we should probably just go to the ER. Poor kid is screaming this entire time. Anyway, they confirmed he had minor abrasions on both eyes, then rinsed both eyes out using a nasal canula as a dripper and a liter of saline, then sent him home with antibiotic drops that I had to put in his eyes every four hours (when he was awake) for five days. That was fun. Fortunately, he was already scheduled two days later to see his ophthalmologist for a routine exam. She said his eyes looked fine and to stop the drops. Whew.
Since Brady loves his sunglasses and will wear them in the car and outside or just for fun, he now also wears them while on the playground at daycare. He has always been sensitive to having the sun in his eyes and rubbed them all the time. The sunglasses have really helped on both the sand and sun fronts. Given the extra brightness of the sun at this elevation (6,000 feet), this is actually a very good thing.
Cool kid pointing at the cars.A Little OCD?
Brady certainly likes routine and especially having things in their place (except for his toys, of course, which can be all over the house). It is almost a little weird. If he sees my shoes in the hall, he takes them to the laundry room, he knows just which toy boxes certain toys go in (when asked to put them away), and when I move the trash can in my bathroom, he picks it up and puts it where it is supposed to be. He does this with everything! It is delightful in some ways, but should I be worried?!
The Work Front
Finally got the word about my job after our company was acquired last month: My job ends as of September 15th. They actually wiped out my entire department. Unfortunately, there isn't much out there in my field in this area right now. It's going to be very tight and I will need to find something fairly soon. I'm going to try to keep Brady in daycare part time for as long as I can for both of our sakes. I am actually looking forward to having some time off while the weather is still decent. I have several projects to complete yet: sanding and staining the deck, painting the front porch, etc.
Summer Activities
Cannot believe summer is over. It has been a strange one in Denver. Most afternoons have been cloudy and stormy, with several intense downpours and 3 tornado warnings. Only a few really hot days as well. Then we were in the direct path of the smoke from the LA wildfires and had several days of red-tinged air -- couldn't see the mountains for the thick haze and you could actually smell the smoke in the mornings. Very bizarre.
Brady found the nearly full box of swim diapers and put them to good use, since being in his little pool in the yard didn't happen very often.
We have had some fun outings, including a day at the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo in Colorado Springs, several single mom group get togethers, and a playdate with a pair of gorgeous Kaz girls. Coming up is Thomas the Tank Engine at the Colorado Railroad Museum and a weekend in Estes Park for the annual Fall Festival.
Checking out the wallaby at the zoo..JPG)
Gorgeous Kaz kidsWednesday, July 22, 2009
Meetcha Day
One year ago today, in a land far, far away, I looked into the sparkling eyes of one particular bouncing baby boy for the very first time. And then he giggled and spit-up all over me.
Except for the frequent spitting up part, he is still a sparkly-eyed, bouncing, giggly baby boy. Well okay, except maybe for that baby part. He has grown so much and so fast in the last year. Surreal still applies, especially when I look at the photos and videos from our bonding days. Is that really the same little boy that is tearing up the house now?!
7.5 months old
A few sweet moments while we were getting acquainted in Aqtobe.
A few recent photos of Brady in action.
My little guy loves to read books, especially if those books are about cars, trains, trucks, or tractors -- anything with wheels. Elmo is okay too, but Thomas the Train is even better.
Won't wear a hat when I put one on him, but he found this baby swim hat, put it on himself, and wore it for a good hour (in the house).
Faster! Faster! Brady giggled and giggled when his friend Brandon pulled him in his Megablock wagon.
We went to the park on the Fourth of July for the neighborhood celebration. They had a little petting zoo. Brady was afraid of the pony, the burro, the sheep, the goat, and the calf, but the bunny was okay for a couple of seconds.
Brady's love of trucks AND water -- what could be better?! He put this truck in the pool by himself.
I've been missing the simpler life in Kazakhstan rather intensely the last few weeks. No doubt it is because it is summer and this anniversary is upon us. The sweltering, quiet, and repetitious visits twice a day to the babyhouse, the creative meals and warm hospitality served up by Regina, the chuckles and smiles from our native Kazakh driver, Ceric, and the list goes on and on. It was a wondrous and life-changing journey. As stressful as the process and, initially, that first visit to Aqtobe was, I'd do it all over again, a thousand times, for the same result.
I'm SO glad I met you, one year ago today, in a land far, far away!
Except for the frequent spitting up part, he is still a sparkly-eyed, bouncing, giggly baby boy. Well okay, except maybe for that baby part. He has grown so much and so fast in the last year. Surreal still applies, especially when I look at the photos and videos from our bonding days. Is that really the same little boy that is tearing up the house now?!
7.5 months old
A few sweet moments while we were getting acquainted in Aqtobe.
What a difference a year makes!
A few recent photos of Brady in action.
My little guy loves to read books, especially if those books are about cars, trains, trucks, or tractors -- anything with wheels. Elmo is okay too, but Thomas the Train is even better.
Won't wear a hat when I put one on him, but he found this baby swim hat, put it on himself, and wore it for a good hour (in the house).
Faster! Faster! Brady giggled and giggled when his friend Brandon pulled him in his Megablock wagon.
We went to the park on the Fourth of July for the neighborhood celebration. They had a little petting zoo. Brady was afraid of the pony, the burro, the sheep, the goat, and the calf, but the bunny was okay for a couple of seconds.
Brady's love of trucks AND water -- what could be better?! He put this truck in the pool by himself.
I've been missing the simpler life in Kazakhstan rather intensely the last few weeks. No doubt it is because it is summer and this anniversary is upon us. The sweltering, quiet, and repetitious visits twice a day to the babyhouse, the creative meals and warm hospitality served up by Regina, the chuckles and smiles from our native Kazakh driver, Ceric, and the list goes on and on. It was a wondrous and life-changing journey. As stressful as the process and, initially, that first visit to Aqtobe was, I'd do it all over again, a thousand times, for the same result.
I'm SO glad I met you, one year ago today, in a land far, far away!Thursday, June 11, 2009
Finally she posts!
I have started to do several updates in the last few weeks (and this post incorporates a couple), but kept waiting for more pictures or better videos. At this rate, I might get this updated by Christmas! Decided to just jump in with what we have.
Brady turned 18-months-old on June 3rd! I can't believe it, but he proves daily that he is all toddler! At his 18-month check-up last week, his pediatrician was all smiles. He really isn't delayed in any area. In fact, he is now at the 85th percentile for height (with those little short legs??!) and 50th percentile in weight. He wasn't even on the charts when I brought him home. He's in 18-24 month shirts and 18-month pants now.
Woo-hoo! I'm 18-months old today!
Mommy won't let me pick these flowers.
Big Step!
Hammin' for the camera.
Where's your head?
Where's your nose? (Always IN the nose!)
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First Trip to Anywhere
We took a trip in May to visit the relatives in Oregon. First time they have met Brady! It was wonderful, but exhausting. We stayed at a Comfort Suites for a few nights, which was my sanctuary, as every home we visited was so NOT babyproofed! Brady enjoyed all the attention and did really well, although never took a single nap the entire time (other than sleeping for a few minutes at a time in the car). The big discovery on this trip was the value of blackout curtains! I had to wake him up at the hotel. He has them in his room at home now. :) We flew in (too bad my current Premier Exec status on United, earned with all those Kaz miles, will only be used for quick trip to Eugene!) and then rented a car. It was a 2009 Nissan Altima and it had a push-button ignition -- no key! Very weird and kinda cool.
Having a snack at the hotel. I knew there was a use for those phone books!
Brady jammin' with a couple of distant cousins.
Puppy! Puppy!
"Puppy" is his favorite new word. It applies to anything with 4 legs except "kee-kees" (kitties)
Chase me up the stairs again! Brady had a ton of fun visiting our old friend John Andrew.
Brady LOVES to see what is going on whenever we drive anywhere. He always points and talks/babbles and waves. I felt awful for him the entire time we were in Oregon. We had a couple of all-day drives and he couldn't see out the window of the rental car! Combination of the carseat being too low and the door being too high. Poor kid. It would have been much easier for both of us if he would have had that distraction, especially with so much to see! Cows, barns, sheep, big trees, llamas, green hills, ocean, etc. So very different from Colorado.
Are we there yet?
(Taken moments before yet another meltdown.)
Lush countryside
A local farm.
An old wigwam and mill.
The beautiful southern Oregon coast.
(Gorgeous day, but it was spent driving.)
Fun playing on the hearth -- this was his favorite spot at my aunt and uncle's house.
That's a big bathtub!
(This is from my aunt and uncle's backyard. Amazing views, especially in nice weather. Several hundred foot drop to the water.)
ACCKK! NO climbing the fence!
Due to the weather being cold and rainy the two days we were at my aunt and uncle's house, we didn't go down to the beach. I just couldn't deal with cold, wet, sand, and toddler. I'm sure I'll regret it someday, since I have no idea when we'll get to go to back.
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The Everyday
Summer is here, or so they say. We've had severe thunderstorms, hail, and tornado warnings in the area almost every day for a week, with another week of the same in the forecast! I'm missing California weather more this year than ever! When I picked Brady up at daycare today, I was told they had spent 2 hours in "emergency" mode, so he'd be pretty tired. Emergency mode apparently means that due to a tornado warning they woke up the kids from their naps after less than an hour, stuck them in a single crib, and pushed the crib into the very small bathroom. I guess after awhile, they decided to move them to the inner hallway with the rest of the kids in the center, serve snacks and let them play a little. This whole episode lasted for 2 hours. Seems they don't have a basement, but then, tornadoes are not supposed to be very common this close to the mountains. That's what I was told last year too! I vacuumed out the enclosed area under the basement stairs a couple of nights ago and tossed in an old throw rug, a big foam mattress pad, a couple bottles of water, a flashlight and a radio. We're set if needed.
I may be a stay-at-home mom before long, but, alas, not with my phantom lottery winnings. My company has been acquired (have competing bids at the moment and not sure who will "win") and have no idea if I'm going to have a job next month. For some reason I'm not too worried about it, but if I get laid off, I'm sure the panic will set in. Keep your fingers crossed!
Brady still loves daycare and they love him, most of the time. I am still getting several incident reports every week due to biting and "aggressive behavior." I've witnessed and been the recipient of it several times now. We are using time outs and a stern "No bite!" or whatever is appropriate, but it does not seem to be subsiding. And no, he is not teething, although the fingers are in the mouth much of the time. All of the teeth have been in for a couple of months now.
Other than that, life in Bradyville is good. He plays and learns and continues to amaze me day after day. Here's a few more photos from the last couple of weeks.
They had a substitute teacher for a couple of days at daycare. I cracked up when I saw Brady had a name tag (aka masking tape) on his back when I brought him home. (He did have pants on then though!)
This year's community-wide garage sale garnered this fabulous train table for cheap! It has all its tracks and trains and buildings, but Brady is too young for them yet. Meanwhile, he found the best way to play with it! Off to the basement it went until he stops climbing on everything!
The time out pose.
The applesauce "do" created by Brady.
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I originally created the following post for Mother's Day. Yep, just a little bit behind. So Happy (Very Belated) Mother's Day to all you current and future mommies out there!
There are many of these lists around, but I just have to add a few of things I have discovered, mostly about myself, in the last 8 months.
You know you are a mother when...
...the hostess at the restaurant where you had a quick workday lunch says goodbye and you wave like a 16-month-old and say "bye-bye."
...every one of your shirts has stains on it from a grubby little face and hands.
...it dawns on you at the end of the day that the annoying smell emanating from that spot on your shirt is vomit.
...the smell of vomit apparently no longer makes you gag.
...you might be willing to reheat day old coffee every day because the beeping of your automatic coffee pot wakes up your kid at 6am.
...having washed poop off your hands at least once during the day doesn't make you want to eat chips, carrot sticks, cookies, etc. with a fork any longer.
...you can sing (way off key) all the verses to Old McDonald, the Muffin Man, and Little Bunny Froo-Froo.
...you have more fun playing with your son's new bathtub toys than he does.
...you've learned how to find the pacifier in the dark under the crib at 3am and can still go back to sleep. Sometimes.
...you have finally come to terms with the fact that your hardwood floors, cabinets, furniture, window sills, walls, and baseboards will never, ever, be the same again.
...you're already trying to figure out how you are going to tell your child some day that Moo, Baa, and Cluck-Cluck is what's for dinner.
--you know exactly how much a bushel holds, cuz that is how much snot comes out of a toddler with a cold in a single day.
...you have Kleenex boxes every 12 feet throughout your house.
...you realize you really shouldn't have burst out laughing (and couldn't stop) when your son's daycare teacher, very seriously, asks if you have ever had his hearing checked, because no matter how many times she says "no", "stop", "get down", or "don't do that", he doesn't respond. (I was laughing so hard I had tears running down my face. Told her he "can't hear" at home either, but he has already had two hearing tests and tested at a level better than perfect.)
...you have to turn your back quickly on the little imp after putting him in timeout to keep from smiling at the big puppy-dog eyes and the cute way he just sits there and doesn't move.
...you try to not to look forward to timeout, since when you tell your little boy that timeout is over he comes running and gives you a big hug!
...you don't stop smiling for hours when your baby boy gives you a hug AND a kiss just because he wants to.
...you realize your heart can melt on a daily basis when one little boy smiles and comes running when you walk into his room at daycare.
...you burst into tears the first time a sweet little voice says "Mommy" and he means you!
Brady turned 18-months-old on June 3rd! I can't believe it, but he proves daily that he is all toddler! At his 18-month check-up last week, his pediatrician was all smiles. He really isn't delayed in any area. In fact, he is now at the 85th percentile for height (with those little short legs??!) and 50th percentile in weight. He wasn't even on the charts when I brought him home. He's in 18-24 month shirts and 18-month pants now.
Woo-hoo! I'm 18-months old today!
Mommy won't let me pick these flowers.
Big Step!
Hammin' for the camera.
Where's your head?
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First Trip to Anywhere
We took a trip in May to visit the relatives in Oregon. First time they have met Brady! It was wonderful, but exhausting. We stayed at a Comfort Suites for a few nights, which was my sanctuary, as every home we visited was so NOT babyproofed! Brady enjoyed all the attention and did really well, although never took a single nap the entire time (other than sleeping for a few minutes at a time in the car). The big discovery on this trip was the value of blackout curtains! I had to wake him up at the hotel. He has them in his room at home now. :) We flew in (too bad my current Premier Exec status on United, earned with all those Kaz miles, will only be used for quick trip to Eugene!) and then rented a car. It was a 2009 Nissan Altima and it had a push-button ignition -- no key! Very weird and kinda cool.
Having a snack at the hotel. I knew there was a use for those phone books!
Brady jammin' with a couple of distant cousins.
Puppy! Puppy! "Puppy" is his favorite new word. It applies to anything with 4 legs except "kee-kees" (kitties)
Chase me up the stairs again! Brady had a ton of fun visiting our old friend John Andrew.Brady LOVES to see what is going on whenever we drive anywhere. He always points and talks/babbles and waves. I felt awful for him the entire time we were in Oregon. We had a couple of all-day drives and he couldn't see out the window of the rental car! Combination of the carseat being too low and the door being too high. Poor kid. It would have been much easier for both of us if he would have had that distraction, especially with so much to see! Cows, barns, sheep, big trees, llamas, green hills, ocean, etc. So very different from Colorado.
Are we there yet?(Taken moments before yet another meltdown.)
Lush countryside 
A local farm. 
An old wigwam and mill.
The beautiful southern Oregon coast.(Gorgeous day, but it was spent driving.)
Fun playing on the hearth -- this was his favorite spot at my aunt and uncle's house. 
That's a big bathtub!(This is from my aunt and uncle's backyard. Amazing views, especially in nice weather. Several hundred foot drop to the water.)
ACCKK! NO climbing the fence!Due to the weather being cold and rainy the two days we were at my aunt and uncle's house, we didn't go down to the beach. I just couldn't deal with cold, wet, sand, and toddler. I'm sure I'll regret it someday, since I have no idea when we'll get to go to back.
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The Everyday
Summer is here, or so they say. We've had severe thunderstorms, hail, and tornado warnings in the area almost every day for a week, with another week of the same in the forecast! I'm missing California weather more this year than ever! When I picked Brady up at daycare today, I was told they had spent 2 hours in "emergency" mode, so he'd be pretty tired. Emergency mode apparently means that due to a tornado warning they woke up the kids from their naps after less than an hour, stuck them in a single crib, and pushed the crib into the very small bathroom. I guess after awhile, they decided to move them to the inner hallway with the rest of the kids in the center, serve snacks and let them play a little. This whole episode lasted for 2 hours. Seems they don't have a basement, but then, tornadoes are not supposed to be very common this close to the mountains. That's what I was told last year too! I vacuumed out the enclosed area under the basement stairs a couple of nights ago and tossed in an old throw rug, a big foam mattress pad, a couple bottles of water, a flashlight and a radio. We're set if needed.
I may be a stay-at-home mom before long, but, alas, not with my phantom lottery winnings. My company has been acquired (have competing bids at the moment and not sure who will "win") and have no idea if I'm going to have a job next month. For some reason I'm not too worried about it, but if I get laid off, I'm sure the panic will set in. Keep your fingers crossed!
Brady still loves daycare and they love him, most of the time. I am still getting several incident reports every week due to biting and "aggressive behavior." I've witnessed and been the recipient of it several times now. We are using time outs and a stern "No bite!" or whatever is appropriate, but it does not seem to be subsiding. And no, he is not teething, although the fingers are in the mouth much of the time. All of the teeth have been in for a couple of months now.
Other than that, life in Bradyville is good. He plays and learns and continues to amaze me day after day. Here's a few more photos from the last couple of weeks.
They had a substitute teacher for a couple of days at daycare. I cracked up when I saw Brady had a name tag (aka masking tape) on his back when I brought him home. (He did have pants on then though!)
This year's community-wide garage sale garnered this fabulous train table for cheap! It has all its tracks and trains and buildings, but Brady is too young for them yet. Meanwhile, he found the best way to play with it! Off to the basement it went until he stops climbing on everything!
The time out pose.
The applesauce "do" created by Brady.--------------------------------------------------
I originally created the following post for Mother's Day. Yep, just a little bit behind. So Happy (Very Belated) Mother's Day to all you current and future mommies out there!
There are many of these lists around, but I just have to add a few of things I have discovered, mostly about myself, in the last 8 months.
You know you are a mother when...
...the hostess at the restaurant where you had a quick workday lunch says goodbye and you wave like a 16-month-old and say "bye-bye."
...every one of your shirts has stains on it from a grubby little face and hands.
...it dawns on you at the end of the day that the annoying smell emanating from that spot on your shirt is vomit.
...the smell of vomit apparently no longer makes you gag.
...you might be willing to reheat day old coffee every day because the beeping of your automatic coffee pot wakes up your kid at 6am.
...having washed poop off your hands at least once during the day doesn't make you want to eat chips, carrot sticks, cookies, etc. with a fork any longer.
...you can sing (way off key) all the verses to Old McDonald, the Muffin Man, and Little Bunny Froo-Froo.
...you have more fun playing with your son's new bathtub toys than he does.
...you've learned how to find the pacifier in the dark under the crib at 3am and can still go back to sleep. Sometimes.
...you have finally come to terms with the fact that your hardwood floors, cabinets, furniture, window sills, walls, and baseboards will never, ever, be the same again.
...you're already trying to figure out how you are going to tell your child some day that Moo, Baa, and Cluck-Cluck is what's for dinner.
--you know exactly how much a bushel holds, cuz that is how much snot comes out of a toddler with a cold in a single day.
...you have Kleenex boxes every 12 feet throughout your house.
...you realize you really shouldn't have burst out laughing (and couldn't stop) when your son's daycare teacher, very seriously, asks if you have ever had his hearing checked, because no matter how many times she says "no", "stop", "get down", or "don't do that", he doesn't respond. (I was laughing so hard I had tears running down my face. Told her he "can't hear" at home either, but he has already had two hearing tests and tested at a level better than perfect.)
...you have to turn your back quickly on the little imp after putting him in timeout to keep from smiling at the big puppy-dog eyes and the cute way he just sits there and doesn't move.
...you try to not to look forward to timeout, since when you tell your little boy that timeout is over he comes running and gives you a big hug!
...you don't stop smiling for hours when your baby boy gives you a hug AND a kiss just because he wants to.
...you realize your heart can melt on a daily basis when one little boy smiles and comes running when you walk into his room at daycare.
...you burst into tears the first time a sweet little voice says "Mommy" and he means you!
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Tidbits
Boy, does time fly! Cannot believe it's been over 6 weeks since I've posted and Brady has been home for over 5 months. He just keeps growing, learning, amazing me, and getting cuter by the day.
I planned on doing a post weeks ago about Brady's verbal skills, but time got away from me. To sum up, he is saying several words and seems to be adding a new one every couple of weeks. His first word was "moo" in response to my asking him what a cow says on the way home from daycare one day. We had been reading Sandra Boynton's Moo, Baa, La La La and I guess it rubbed off. He says "la la la " now too. We're also working on sign language. He very quickly picked up on "all done" but the first time he waved his little hands to sign it, he also said it! Too funny. Now he says "ah da" at every meal as he hands me his spoon and his sippy cup and tries to squirm out of his high chair. He can sign "more" and "eat" although I don't think he fully understands what they mean yet. "Uh-oh" and "apple" (which really means "applesauce") and "up" are also part of his repertoire. He also says "hi" when he holds the remote to his ear. No "mama" yet though, at least not in context. He does say "mamama" when I put him in the highchair, but I think he is actually saying "yum, yum, yum" since that is what Mommy always says. He babbles, squeals, screeches (going through that ear-ringing stage again), and utters all kinds of things constantly that might be words, but mama isn't getting it.
His receptive language is even better. He understands so much! Yesterday I asked him if he was ready to go see Miss Kelly (his daycare teacher) and he ran to the door into the garage and started pounding on it. When I said, "Brady, no pounding!" he proceeded to close the laundry room door, which was between us, then returned to pounding on the garage door from inside the laundry room. I've had to deadbolt that door now.
He's also gone from toddling to running. And climbing on every piece of furniture in the house. And standing on tippy-toes at every available surface pulling off whatever he can get his little fingers on. A new favorite is the toilet brush (major ick) which is now in hiding. And opening (and closing) every door in the house. And standing on toys (only the big ones with wheels, of course) and then squealing to be sure I look ("See mom, no hands!") and have a heart attack. He is also rearranging the furniture. Anything he can push around he does. Stools, kitchen chairs, garbage cans, end tables, you name it. My hardwood floors have the "stressed" look already. Really hoping this is just a stage!
Mama is having some neck/back trouble these days -- combination of age, sitting in front of a computer all day, and (surprise, surpise) packing around and lifting a 24 lb squirmy little boy! I had the steroid injections into my neck a few weeks ago. It took a week or so (and several days of nausea from the anesthesia), but at least my neck isn't as painful any more. Unfortunately, the rest of my back is still hurting and tingling most of the time. My disks had better slow their degeneration, cuz I fear I have a few more years of carrying and lifting my little bundle of joy.
Okay, I have to admit to giving Brady's bangs a trim. Oops. Well, every little boy needs the "mama cut" at least once. Thank goodness his hair grows fast! He's only figured out how to go backwards on this riding toy. It's kind of funny.
Callie is definitely warming up to the little alien in the house. She follows us everywhere, stays in Brady's room at bedtime (and after I leave) until the lullaby playing on the "soother" is over, scavanges under his highchair (far cry from a dog, but I'll take all the help I can get in cleaning the floor), plays with his toys, and I caught her playing "hide and jump" with him a couple of days ago. It is really interesting that for an 11-year-old cat that has never been around kids, she truly understands that he is a baby and she needs to be gentle. He has grabbed her a couple of times and she hisses and squirms, but doesn't claw or bite. She'll claw and bite me when she feels like it, no problem! A couple of days ago, Brady wouldn't leave her alone when she was eating. He kept getting closer and pointing that little finger at her. She backed up and swatted at him. Just a warning -- no contact. I told Brady to leave her alone, but instead he got closer. As I watched, she did the whappity-whap on his little pointing hand 5 times in about 1.5 seconds. No claws, but got the message across. He was startled, then started crying. Just hurt feelings. I did my best to not let him see me laughing.
Brady loves his Uncle Lyle. Check out the little ears over his right shoulder. Jealousy indeed!
I felt like I really dodged a bullet with Brady when he immediately took to eating just about anything I gave him and all of it. Well, those days are over. Now, if it looks like a vegetable or fruit, he ain't touchin' it! And I mean he won't touch it, except to push it off his plate, and then to the far side of the tray, and eventually he picks up whatever the offending food is and puts it piece by piece on the table next to his highchair. Applesauce, mashed potatoes, this frozen spinach/pea/grain baby food, and avocados are the only produce-like foods he'll eat. I'm back to grinding up veggies and putting them in the mashed potatoes or spaghetti or whatever. I also know you have to keep trying, but he has been getting broccoli, green beans, corn, carrots, or peas at daycare every day for two months and hasn't eaten a morsel. The problem could be taste, but more likely texture. Half the time he won't eat things that he's eaten tons of in the past. He'll eat a chicken quesadilla, tuna sandwich, cupcake, and crackers, but won't eat a pea, green bean, banana, pear, or peach. Go figure. I'm getting grayer by the day. Arrrggh!
At least he has mastered the spoon. Actually he has, but he gets distracted and starts waving it or pounding with it, so Mama has one too or mealtime would be a two-hour event.
Okay, you asked for it: even more pictures! It's funny how even when taking so many pictures, they still don't capture all the cuteness and you always miss the best shot.
Brady in his new chair (it's a rocker, but had to take the rockers off, cuz he likes to stand in it. Oy!) BTW, his TV attention span is only about 3 seconds (except for when the Manly Men song comes on, of course), so no worries about the electronic babysitter. Notice that gate in front of the TV? Needed a deterrent from banging on the screen with a toy. Worked for about a month, now he is just reaching over it!
And for some reason (maybe just Mom's entertainment) this is how he gets into his chair.
Playtime in Mom's bathroom. Yep, torpedo alley! Was actually cuter when he was younger, cuz he would get so excited and wave the "torpedoes" in the air for a full 20 minutes. Good blackmail photos for when he is older. ;)
Brady is getting so big, but when I see him climbing up the stairs, he still seems so tiny! His little legs are only about as long as each step is high. And how do you guarantee a growth spurt? Buy a bunch of 12-month pants and then discover two days later that he has to suck it in to get them snapped! Sheesh.
This is the way he goes up the second half of the stairs. He wants to hold the railing just like Mommy. It can take 15 minutes to get to the top.
I put 'em on myself! What a giggle-fest trying to get them on him the first few times. Still haven't tried them out of the house, but soon. Definitely need shades in this area where the sun is so bright.
The perpetual cowlick. Fitting for the Kazakh version of Dennis the Menace!
Can't get those pieces in the puzzle, then stick your feet in and use them as cymbals!
Brady was home sick last Monday. This is how he entertained himself. I still don't have a good picture of it, but this little guy will blow his nose into a Kleenex that he pulls out of the box himself. Of course, the goop gets smeared all over his face, but he thinks it is pretty fun. After he pulled all the tissues out, he blew on half of them, then shoved them back in the box!
And he has discovered the toilet paper roll.
He likes to climb into tight spots, but Mommy had to take a picture before she helped him out. I just loved seeing all those teeth! The last of the bottom ones are coming in, so next up is the second molars in a few years. Hopefully once the current teeth are completely in, the biting will stop at daycare. Keep your fingers crossed!
And last, but not least, he found a new hat. When I first saw him, he was just sitting back in the chair with his hands on the arms enjoying the hat, which was squarely on top of his head. This "hat" is the cat's canned food dish. Yes, it was full of warm smelly Tuna Feast.
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