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Ready, Set, Potty

We are very suddenly potty training. Well, training isn’t really the word. On Sunday Jack came to me and announced that he wanted to use the potty. I pulled out the Baby Bjorn potty, pulled his pants and diaper down, and read him a book about peeing and pooping while he did both on the potty. It was surprisingly easy. We clapped and were proud!

Monday night the same thing happened, so yesterday I sent Jack to daycare armed with pull-ups training pants. He used the potty five times! I had only one item to put in the laundry yesterday and that was a pair of cloth training pants. Yay! Last night he did not want to use the potty, but this morning at daycare he couldn’t take his eyes off the potty. Funny kid.

I am amused by this turn of events. Mostly I think it’s interesting that I didn’t have to do much at all – that Jack told me when he was ready to use the potty. I love it when things just fall into place like this; I’m a huge fan of parenting along the path of least resistance!

Birthday Time

Jack is 3 today! I can hardly believe it, except that he woke up in a cantankerous mood and declared that he did NOT want to be 3. I’m pretty sure that the mere disputing of being 3 plants him squarely at that age.

I got lucky Thursday night and found a ton of space-themed items at The Party Stylists store here in San Francisco. There were space shuttle plates, planet party favors, space stickers, star candles, and even a Happy Birthday banner with an astronaut on it. Bingo! I bought some decorative icing and used my mama skills to draw a rocket on his cake, too. I hadn’t intended to have a themed party but it all worked out that way. Don’t ya just love it when that happens?

Friends and family gathered at our home in San Francisco on Saturday to celebrate. We even met some new friends (some of you may know VDog and she is featured in the video below if you have a good eye). Toddler-geared lunch was served in the form of PB&J sandwiches, carrot sticks, cucumbers, goldfish crackers, and juice boxes. Could it get any easier?

So what does a three year old like to receive for his birthday? I think the answer is everything! But here are the biggest hits for the Jackonaut (whose little gems of wisdom can now be found on Twitter, by the way, under that name):

Mobi Tyke Light (aka Glow Alien), accompanied by glow-in-the-dark stars that we stuck to his ceiling (not pictured)
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WALL-E and Eve plushies
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eve

Space Shuttle
I made the mistake of handing this one to him too early and he did NOT want to open anything else afterward. I tried everything I could think of, and finally told him that the other gifts had rockets in them, too. Luckily he was not disappointed by anything he saw!
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Remote control “land shark”
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And legos, of course. No need for a picture of those! Other great gifts were hermit crabs from Jack’s dad and a tricycle from David. Those will both take a little growing into but they were a bit hit. He got two space-themed books entitled Roaring Rockets and Space Boy. Space Boy is a bit wordy for his age (or maybe just for this lazy mama) but Roaring Rockets is perfect.

There are still a few items to come (Buzz Lightyear & Woody with a rocket and a LeapPad) and I’m sure those will be hits as well.

Here is the video of Jack’s friends and family singing the birthday song to him.

Nearly Three

Wow, I can’t believe Jack is almost 3.  Is he even still a toddler or is he now considered a preschooler?  Holy crap, where did the time go?  I am suddenly so aware of the fact that he is growing up quickly and even though I love the stage he is in, I also miss my baby!  (This is how it starts, isn’t it??)

Here are some notes on Jack at 2.75 years:

  • His favorite foods are Babybel cheese rounds (“little red cheese”), Fuji apples (whole, not cut or peeled), almonds, “cupcakes” (usually banana muffins), and chocolate.  He loves to peel things – the wax off the cheese, the shell off an egg, the skin on an orange (although he doesn’t eat the orange).  He even throws wrappers and peels away.
  • He can count to at least 13 forward and backward, can identify many letters and all colors, and knows right from left.  Also, he has learned where Canada, the United States, and Mexico are on a globe (no joke).
  • He likes three books to be read to him before bed: Olivia and the Missing Toy, Olivia (original), and The Way Back Home (in that order).  Sometimes we will add A Color of His Own or How Does a Dinosaur Say Goodnight?
  • He is a favorite at daycare because he is super sweet, funny and quirky, and he always naps and eats and follows the rules.  For whatever reason, he doesn’t have bad days at daycare.  Also, everyone is his best friend.
  • He loves rockets, space, and astronauts.  He will watch any movie with space related things in it – Star Wars, Toy Story (Buzz is his favorite, of course), Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.
  • His imagination is growing rapidly.  We had a discussion about what day it was and I cracked up when he said “no, it’s not Wednesday, it’s Mensday!”  He then went on to name many days that I have never heard of.  He also tells stories.  They usually begin with what happened at daycare and then get progressively unbelievable when he makes up new kids that were there or tells us he went to outer space.  And, of course, everything is a rocket from pens to carrots.
  • He spreads love all around.  Hugs and kisses and I miss yous and I love yous.  He asks for snuggles with me in the morning and throws his arm around “my cat Wicket, my best friend.”
  • His favorite song is No More Monkeys Jumping on the Bed.  Any time I try to sing anything else, he cuts me off to tell me “I don’t like that song!”
  • Physically he is much more agile than he was just a few months ago.  He is a better runner, is starting to figure out how to catch himself if he trips, and in his quest to grab things out of his reach (as in light switches) he has learned to use various pieces of furniture as stepping stools.  Oh joy.
  • He is pretty independent.  He insists on getting the things he wants out of the fridge, takes off his own shoes and puts them away, climbs into his carseat and walks up/down the stairs while holding on to the railing.  He of course gets frustrated when he can’t do something, like when someone beats him to opening or closing a door.
  • He sleeps well most nights.  More often than not, he sleeps through a whole 10 hours and still takes 2+ hour naps.  Can we breathe a sigh of relief?  ahhhhhhh.

There is so much more…I wish I could capture it all.  I am just lucky that I get to witness it all first hand most days.  :)

Flying is in, monsters are out

Jack’s imagination continues to explode.  Last week he was calling everything cylinder-shaped (from a toilet paper roll to a screwdriver) a rocket.  When he would inevitably lose one of his “rockets” he would ask me where it was.  To which I would reply, “Which rocket are you missing, honey?  Your screwdriver rocket?  Your bee rocket?  Your flashlight rocket?”  He would specify and a’hunting we would go.  We play rockets by launching them into outerspace (or “outerface,” as he says it because he has trouble with pronouncing the sc combo) and big rockets must sound louder than little rockets.  He then began (a few days ago) to take small red or orange toys and hold them underneath the rocket as the fire needed for blast off.  The letter magnets on the fridge are all now arranged as rockets.  And, if you didn’t know, we count UP to 13 before blast off ’round here (um, who taught my kid to count?).

This weekend he created the “baby chicky” game.  This involves swathing himself in blankets, sheets, or curtains and announcing, “I’m a baby chicky in the nest!  Cheep cheep!  And you’re the mommy chicky!”  This morphed a bit over a couple of days when he started hoarding his toys to create his nest.  His pseudo-rockets (comb, bee toy, screwdriver) as well as other random items are piled onto the bed, then he lays on top of them and pulls the blanket over his shoulders.  “Can you be in the nest?” he asks.  This hoarding chicky nest maker game is now a giant part of our bedtime routine.  If something is missing, he demands, “Where’s my screwdriver-nest?  Where’s my bee-nest?”  The specification of which object he is talking about has definitely stuck in his brain.

The downside to imagination is…nightmares.  Jack sleeps more fitfully now and has woken up to call for me a few times.  The most recent nightmare apparently involved monsters and aliens fighting, ”and I was sssaared, mama, ’cause they were sarrrry.”  I’m sad because Jack used to love monsters.  Not so much anymore, I guess.

Contrary Kid

Jack spent most of Saturday naked.  He refused to wear even a diaper or “big boy underwear.”  No pants, either.  I am completely out of ideas and just trying to hold onto my patience (and failing).  Getting him out of the house is pretty impossible.  In order to get him to his dad’s yesterday we distracted him with a book long enough to get his diaper and pants and socks on, then the gig was up.  I grabbed him and stole away quickly to the car to wrestle him into his carseat before he could disrobe.  He cried and fought the entire time.

I don’t have a problem with him running around naked but it would be nice to be able to leave the house.  Also we had guests over and I had to explain that Jack has decided to become a nudist and is potty training.  He is grasping the toilet idea really well and has gone pee in the potty several times, but I have cleaned up several messes of both types and his bed now stinks of pee because he keeps stripping in the middle of the night.

Any and all ideas and input are welcome.  This has been an extremely challenging time and it feels like the newborn stage in so many ways.  I feel powerless!  At the same time I am proud of Jack for deciding to grow up.  It’s just that it’s happening so quickly!

Two and a half

Jack is an amazing little boy.  I’m shocked by how quickly he is maturing in so many ways!  Some of it is frustrating but it can be hilarious at the same time.  A few days ago he started using the words but and um.  Our conversations went something like this:

Jack, would you like some cheese?
But no.
Really?  Aren’t you hungry?  Maybe yogurt or raisins?
But no.
Well, why are you awake in the middle of the night if you’re not hungry?
Um, no.

I think you get the idea…

The boy is obsessed with doing things that adults around him are doing.  If I am wearing a coat, he has to wear one.  Same with shoes.  This can be annoying when he doesn’t want to wear a coat or shoes because then no one else is allowed to wear them, either.  He is clearly trying to figure out rules and order in the world around him.  It’s funny when it’s not aggravating.  It comes in handy when he wants to help with household chores.  I don’t like it so much when he gets bossy,  “Mama, you take your shoes off!”

Recent interests include planes, trains, dinosaurs, The Muppet Movie (mainly rainbows and Fozzie Bear), tools, balls, and Wii (“Look Mama, I’m playing tennis!” as he swings his dino to and fro).  He also loves to wear my shoes and carry my purse.  He is not quite as enthusiastic about monsters or pirates as he was a few months ago but they are still in the top 10.  He loves his stuffed animals and usually carries one everywhere we go (especially Big Mouse and his bunny).  He is fantastic at pretend play, acting out various scenarios with his toys and stuffed animals.

He hates shoes.  He loves his sandals, which are clearly not appropriate for this time of year, and he will consent to wearing his replacement red/brown shoes for limited periods of time before screaming to get them off.  I bought a couple other pairs of shoes and try to let him choose which shoes he wears but he is so not into it.  We have 4 pairs of See Kai Run (including the sandals), some Converse, and a pair I bought at Kohls and he will only wear the sandals and the red/brown shoes!  Is this an age thing???  I’ve been relying a lot on reverse psychology.  “Jack, we can’t go outside unless you have your shoes on.  So you stay here and I’ll see you later.  Bye bye.”  He generally straightens up and demands his shoes at that point.  I usually only pull this when he is going to have to walk.  Mostly I could care less whether he wears shoes or not, but he’s not going to be walking around our apartment complex barefoot.

Jack is neat and quite concerned about order.  He puts away his shoes when he takes them off (even when I am not paying any attention to it), asks for wipes to clean his hands when they have stray bits of food on them, pulls his “sleeping blanket” up to his neck in bed, and gets really upset if daily routines are disturbed.  When we get home from daycare, we take our coats off, then our shoes, then we sit on the couch and have milk.  When coats go on they must be buttoned or zipped, and thumbs have to make it into the designated compartment of the mitten.

After 2.5 years, Jack has finally decided that our cat Wicket is his friend.  This means that he doesn’t climb on top of him quite as often – sometimes he will sling his arm over Wicket’s back and say “He’s my friend.”  Wicket still hasn’t learned to stay away from Jack, though.  It would be a lot easier to protect him if he didn’t go running right back to Jack after we extract him from a wrestling match.

And diapers…Jack is clearly aware of what is going on in there but still refuses to consider the potty.  A couple of weekends he asked me, “Do you want a new diaper?” because he had pooped (he often asks me questions that he wants me to ask him).  When I ask him if he has peed or if he needs a new diaper, though, he replies, “No, I don’t want a new diaper.  It’s all better now.”  So I’m keeping it low pressure but talking up what big boys do and reading books on the subject.  Jack sees what goes in the toilet and likes to tear pieces of tissue off the roll to throw into the bowl.  He stands in front of his own little potty and pretends to pee.  He obviously has the right idea but is not taking the initiative.  I’m not concerned about it, though.

He is still a chatty little guy.  He will sit in his carseat on road trips and have conversations with his toys.  Sometimes he repeats things he has heard: “You don’t push your friends.” and “You sit down right here for time out.”  and “Fucking cats!” which was a mistake on my part when Wicket and Blue tripped me with their fighting underfoot.  Ever since a truck stopped for no reason on the highway, he has been repeating, “Stupid truck blocking traffic!”  Hilarious.

I’m having tons of fun with Jack.  I’m so lucky to know and nurture this kid!  He is growing into the happy, confident, creative little boy that I saw glimpses of when he was a baby.

First Haircut

Yup, Jack finally got a haircut!  His daycare provider and I were talking yesterday about his hair because he has been increasingly irritated by hair in his eyes.  I told her I was planning on getting him a haircut, but that I had no idea where to take him to get it done.  She offered to cut it and I gave her my permission.  Then, upon arriving home, I decided I’d give it a shot myself since she had made it sound so easy.  Curious George was turned on and I got to work!  I really love his new do and it only took about 15 minutes.

I can’t believe the difference it makes.  He looks so much older (*sob*) and his head looks a lot smaller.  LOL.  It shows off his eyes so well.  He is a handsome little guy.

I saved the cute little curls in an envelope and labeled it with the date.  Someday we’ll both look back at those lovely locks and marvel at the color and texture.

Growing Up

Jack is now sleeping in his own bed!  This is a very new development, one that I started to work on only Sunday night.  That night was a bit rough and he woke up several times and had a hard time getting back to sleep.  But last night he woke up only twice and it was a breeze to get him back down.  Yay!!!  (The cats are happy, too, because they are back in my bed.  No more scratching at doors from Blue.)

The Two Year Old

I’ve been super busy.  Jack and I are moving to a new apartment on Saturday so I’ve been packing every day.  I’m almost done – the only things left are the things we use on a daily basis (which includes nearly everything Jack owns).  Jack has had a grand time playing peek-a-boo in the closet while I pack.  He keeps me busy in other ways, as well.

One of my bosses gave Jack a Melissa & Doug set of puzzles for his birthday.  Jack is obsessed with it!  We put the four puzzles together again and again every day.  Each time I fit two pieces together, he says “You did it, Mama!”  He also gives himself plenty of praise, muttering “good job” with one nod of his head as the puzzle comes together.  I suspect he doesn’t need help putting the puzzles together at this point, but he likes the company for sure.

Upon hearing, “I wanna walk!” on Sunday, Jack and I headed outdoors for a stroll around the court.  Jack saw the moon in the sky, stopped and pointed (as he often does), and said, “See half-moon, Mama?!”  He repeated this over and over again, his volume rising each time.  Suddenly he stopped shouting and said, “Wanna catch half-moon!” and jumped up with his arms in the air.  I about fell over from the cuteness!  We spent the rest of our walk attempting to jump high enough to reach the leaves on the trees.  Jack laughed every time I groaned and missed (which was every time).

One of the more irritating developments recently has been the, “Hey mama!” tossed at my direction over and over and over and over and over and over again.  I respond, “Hey, Jack!” or “What do you need, son?” and he just repeats himself again.  I can’t for the life of me figure out what the point of this game is.

Jack has also taken a liking to pretending to be scared.  I think this came out of watching too much Monsters, Inc.  With every viewing of the movie, he would visibly get sucked into the story more and began anticipating what would happen next (meanwhile, I’m in the background reciting every line in sync with the characters).  He eventually started to clap his hands to his face and say, “OH!  You scared me!”  He then improvised by hiding behind doors and jumping out at me roaring, then asking, “You scared me, mama?”  (He sometimes mixes up you and me.)

There are so many things I see every day that shows me Jack is no longer a baby.  He asks me tons of questions and has a vivid imagination (often pretends to be a dog licking or a lion biting).  He loves to help with dishes, groceries, and laundry.  He has clear preferences about the shoes he wears and the TV shows he wants to watch (usually Curious George or Super Y).  His attention span is fantastic – the other day I sat and watched him as he decided to take every single Duplo block he owns and stick them all together in a huge brick.  That’s 70 pieces or so and he put them together so that none of the pieces stuck out on the sides of the “square.”  It was like Tetris.  I was amazed that he had the patience and the forethought to fit the pieces together perfectly.  He is like a little worker bee, driven to apply a process to everything he owns using a set of invisible instructions.  Where do they get this stuff?

Narrator

Jack has started narrating everything.  I’m not sure what compels him to do this, but it’s awfully cute.

“Mama, see cows?  Mooooo!”

“Mama, we’re walkin’ to office!”

“Hey mama, I’m jumpin’!”

“Daddy’s workin’.”

“Gonna take a bath with daddy!”

“Gonna go in there, watch George.”

“We’re gonna have miiiiilk on couch.”

“Kitties are fightin’.  Psssst!”

Officially Two

I should have written this a week ago.  We are still celebrating Jack’s birthday in our house (at least, birthday presents keep arriving) so I will cut myself some slack and hope you can, too.

Just as I predicted, Jack had no idea what his birthday was about.  He woke up in a horrible mood, hollered through a (short) bath, and then refused to wear his pirate pants.  That is how he ended up at his party late and pantsless.  I didn’t worry too much about it because, hey, isn’t going around pantsless the epitome of two year old behavior?

Despite not knowing it was his day, Jack made the most of it by running around the rec room like a lunatic and trying on everyone else’s costumes (he got to be both a pirate Superman and a witch superman).  He also had a fabulous time tempting fate with the balloons – he loved to lay on them.  One poor little girl spent the entire party with her hands over her ears, terrified that the balloons would pop.

So what can I say about the two year old Jack?  He is not that different, and yet certainly more of a kid and less of a baby.  He no longer has loaf-like feet and chunky toddler legs; instead he is getting long and slim.  Physically, he can run and jump and throw a ball (although it doesn’t go very far), climb stairs, put a shirt on and, of course, draw. 

Jack has started telling his own brand of jokes.  It usually involves our game of “I see…”  For instance, yesterday as we drove to his aunt and uncle’s house in Richmond, we went back and forth naming the things we saw: grandma, grandpa, houses, cars.  Then Jack said he saw pigs and cows and giggled.  His way of saying he is kidding is to scrunch up his face, shake his head and say “No pigs and cows!” 

He recognizes some of the alphabet and can count to three (as in, “I have three monsters!”).  He has a pretty wide vocabulary, speaks in sentences, and has been practicing phrasing.  I often hear him repeating the same sentence over and over with different inflections.

Food continues to be interesting.  Jack will eat a wide variety of things but is pickier on some days than others.  He goes through cycles where he loves a certain food (i.e. baby carrots) and will consume mass quantities every day for a week.  Then he will suddenly decide he wants no more to do with that food!  So far this has happened with tomatoes, cream cheese, yogurt, raisins, grapes, and crackers.

Sleep is fairly decent most of the time.  Naps are 2-3 hours long once we can figure out a way to get him to sleep.  Most nights he is asleep by 10 and wakes up around 7:30.  The last week or so has seen some night waking due to that last 2-year molar but when he’s not teething, we are resting quite comfortably at night.

I’m still amazed that I have a two year old KID.  He has so few babylike behaviors left and it’s insane how quickly it flew by.  I hope I will always remember every moment of joy Jack has brought to my life.  I am so lucky to have him.

He’s two!

This is a day late, but I’m exhausted!

He loved the guitar, of course.  It was trumped, however, by a pirate Mr. Potato Head.  I could not have seen that coming!

In lieu of content, I bring you media

The artist at work!

Budding Artist

Coloring and drawing have been favorites of Jack’s for almost a year now and he does one or the other every single day.  If I wasn’t witnessing this with my own eyes, I would not believe that a not-yet-two year old would be this focused on anything.  We’ve gone through three boxes of crayons (because they break) and have four color books and a drawing pad that are nearly filled.  Finally we bought some crayons that have a plastic barrel so that they don’t break (yay!) and got a magnedoodle so we wouldn’t use up so much paper.  This is the best toy ever, if you ask me!

Jack has taken his love of coloring to new levels with his magnedoodle.  I am amazed at the things he can draw.  I wonder if this is going to be a life-long thing or if it will pass.  In any case, I had to document it.  I’m sure I’ll be adding more at some point because he includes more details every day; he recently started adding eyebrows and teeth to faces.

Maryland Highlights

I’ll have to post some pictures when I am not bogged down with catch-up work and the intracacies of adjusting to the new daycare drop-off/pick-up routine (since Joe started his new job today), but here are some highlights of our trip to Maryland:

  • The plane rides were decent (considering that we had a 2 year old on our laps) thanks to sitting by the same folks to and from DC.  After the mom who I sat next to loaned Jack her daughter’s Magnedoodle, I promptly bought one when we arrived at our destination.  Jack is obsessed with it and drew constantly on the way home (his drawings actually look like things!).
  • He is now obsessed with airplanes, as well.
  • Jack was sick with a nasty fever the first two days of the trip.  It was pretty sad to watch the little guy stare dull-eyed at animals in the aquarium in Baltimore.  I wish he could have enjoyed it more.  On the plus side, he is a total sweetheart while sick (no tantrums!).
  • Jack learned how to say “Dad’s coffee” and “Jack’s milk” and “Aunt Holly’s computer” and “Cayenne’s toy” - he is quite impressed with pronouns.
  • Every night at bed time, we were treated to several performances of what we think is the Portuguese version of “Ring around the roses” wherein he sang what sounded to me like “ba ti ba,” then switched the verse, then purposely fell on the bed.  (I must remember to ask about this when I pick him up from daycare today.)
  • The boy decided to refer to his uncle as “Miken” – we can only guess that this is a clever contraction of Mike + Cayenne (the dog).
  • We all ate more junk food and watched more tv than we would normally.  Vacation rules are different, though, right??
  • Jack may have a little cousin arriving in 2009!
  • We saw the Washington Monument & the Smithsonian Natural History Museum on Memorial Day.  It was disgustingly hot and Jack was a tyrant but we did manage to have fun.
  • Jack rode his first carousel!  After shrieking with delight when the carousel started moving, he nervously rode the horse for about 5 minutes before deciding he felt safer in my arms.  I spent the rest of the ride precariously hanging on to him and the moving pole.  Upon exiting the carousel, Jack cried for more.  Of course.

What Jack’s Saying

  • Those are old school cool! They've been around since I was like 1 or 2.| 1 week ago
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