Wednesday, September 29, 2010

procrastination

I think all I do is clean/pickup my house, and then redo it, and then do it some more.  And it's always the same things over and over.  It's starting to feel like a major hamster wheel.  I think I need to learn how to put things away when I'm done using them instead of letting everything get messed up and then cleaning it ALL up again, over and over.  Not my strong suit (and I'm passing it onto my kids...sigh).

So, in the 15 minutes in which both of them are sleeping, I will NOT clean up today, but instead take a moment to record some Asher facts since it's so easy to record the Owenisms and skip over Asher sometimes (in no way an indication that he is less loveable or wonderful!).

Asher is 14 months old as of yesterday, and he is now FAST.  Everyone comments on how good on his feet he is for his age.  It's true...a big brother for a role model tends to accelerate these things.  He is a little monkey, and climbs on everything he can.  Yesterday I caught him on top of the dining table, having crawled up a chair and then onto the table.  Owen never did that :}  He climbs up on couches, Owen's bed, rocking chair, stepstool in the kitchen, etc.  I have to watch him like a hawk because he is not able enough to not be a danger to himself yet.  I debated playpen-training him early on, and knew in the back of my head it would be a good idea, but got lazy and didn't do it.  I may yet start with a few minutes at a time and build up in order to be able to do *something* other than full-time toddler-monitoring all day.

Asher is Mr. Personality a lot of the time.  He drops everything and starts dancing at the slightest hint of music...even me humming, or an electronic tune from a toy.  It's super-cute.  Often the dancing is accompanied by belly-laughing that he can turn on and off like a switch.  His new trick in groups of people is to run around flailing his arms, dancing, and belly laughing to get everyone to laugh at him.  Which they do :)  A little ham!  I am amazed at how he interacts with us, but especially with Owen.  His social skills are waaaaaay beyond where Owen's were at the same age.  His eye contact is extraordinary, and he really engages and understands what's going on in a given situation.  He knows when something's funny, scary, silly or sad, and knows how to play the room.  Along with that, his fussing/tantrum/manipulating skills have gone through the roof, and that is a new challenge that mommy is struggling to rise up to.

Expressive language has stalled...almost to a concerning point...but we may be back on an upswing.  Perhaps he's been so physical the speaking has been on the back burner.  It has been hard to get him to say anything at all.  But just recently I hear more mama's, and a few other words he attempts here and there.  He did some animal sounds this morning, and says 'more' now and then.  A lot of his cute words from early on seem to be gone.  Signing is better...does 'all done' and 'more' pretty consistently and that helps a lot with highchair mini-tantrums.  Receptive language is showing itself to be pretty strong.  He gets a lot of what's being said around him, and if I say 'It's naptime everybody!  Let's go upstairs!' he heads right for the stairs.  He DEFINITELY knows 'no' and is about 60/40 with obedience when he is called out about a no-no.  He is perfectly awful about crying at my heels in the kitchen whenever I try to get something done.  The little emperor wants me at his eye level or lower at all times, so I can be on the floor, or he can be in my arms, otherwise there's a lot of fussing in the kitchen.  We've just gotten the pack and play out, and may be starting some time-outs for these tantrums soon.  I remember that the time-out doesn't really work on this issue, but at least he is getting the message that mommy's in charge, and I can get a minute's break to take something out of the oven, etc. while he's in the pen.  This is our hardest issue.  I just don't think carrying him the entire time I'm preparing food is reasonable or smart.

This child loves his daddy!  Owen was always mommy-centric, and Asher has his moments, but Asher cries when Daddy leaves in the morning.  It is sweet!  He LOVES to play with us, and to wrestle on the bed, be tickled, etc.  He is truly a joyful little soul, and a sweetheart.  His smile lights up the room.

Owen and Asher together are edibly adorable in their best moments.  They hug, wrestle, laugh and love each other so much.  It turns to violence in the blink of an eye, but it's more than worth the low moments to see the highs.  I am so eager to help and encourage them in their lifelong friendship, and always wondering how best to do that.  Let them work things out on their own more and come to more self-determined compromises (as long as violence isn't involved)?  Intercede, control and teach civility more?  Which way will lead to better learning?  The jury is out, although at the moment the tendency toward violence is common enough that I need to step in more often than not.  My favorite times have got to be when Asher lights up Owen, and gets him laughing.  Reminds me of my little sis and I having a laughing attack together!!

Asher loves running around just in his diaper and gives me fits about getting dressed.  But once his clothes are on, he's all proud of them and prances around and struts his stuff.  He quiets down instantly in the car if music is turned on, and hates nurseries of all types.  He is a decent eater if he's hungry, and throws food and skinnies out of his highchair the moment he's done (new highchair with straps on order).  Bark mulch is as yummy as it comes, but now at home when he finds little 'yuckies' on the ground, he brings them to me as gifts.  If Owen has anything, he wants one.

Asher is a precious member of our family, and has increased the joy factor in our home by a lot.  We love that little guy!!


addendum:  Nearly forgot the item that initiated posting...when I put Asher down in his crib at bedtime, he lays on his back smiling and waits for me to get Mr. Moo-Cow, and I kiss the cow, then press Mr. Moo-Cow's mouth to Asher's cheek and make kissy noises.  And repeat.  Asher get's kisses from head to toe and soaks them up while wearing a big smile.  Then I lay Mr. Moo-Cow next to Asher and say night-night.  The game right now is that Asher picks him up, holds him up in the air and says 'Mo!' (more).  So he gets another round.  He gets two rounds of 'Mo!' and then I say all done and leave for the night.  It's a sweet little ritual we have :)

Monday, September 27, 2010

preschool

Owen continues to LOVE preschool.  Last night at bedtime I told him that in the morning it would be preschool day!  He sat up and his wheels started turning. 
"Mommy, what will the color of the day be?" 
I don't know, Owen!  We'll have to find out tomorrow.
"Will it be red?  That's my FAVORITE color!"
I'm not sure.  I might be red or it might be something else.
[jumping on his knees on his bed]  "I can't WAIT to find out what it will be!!"

Boy, preschool is fun times!  He runs straight for the class and I can't even get a goodbye hug or kiss out of him if I wait until the door opens to ask for one.  This is a good thing :)

Upon pickup today, "Mommy, it was OOOORAAAANGE!!!"

Last week's report from the teacher when asked how it went included a mild sputtering sound, a little 'heh-heh' and some comments about how young he is, and just learning the rules, and some trouble sharing.  He's actually been pretty good about sharing in most venues other than home, so I think he was just testing to see if the rules are the same in this new place.  We talked about that this past week at opportune moments.  This week, I heard that he did considerably better and that Mrs. Chris thought he had grown up quite a bit in 3 weeks.  Then she told me that we have a smart cookie on our hands because Owen was answering all the circle time questions while all the other kids just sort of stared at her blankly (That's what she said!  I'm not an exaggerating mother!).  She asked if anyone knew another name for 'fall' and Owen piped up 'autumn'!  And she was asking them questions about what happens outside to the trees and Owen explained that leaves turn into colors and then fall down on the ground and we rake them all up off the grass!  Cute.  He is in quite a good mood when he comes home, and all full of independence.  I think it's been a really good thing for him.   

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Ah.

Just looking back at some old photos.  Noticed something interesting...Asher's been wearing these pants and shoes that Owen has on in this picture (just a wee bit of editing for the fun of it...should have edited his outfit so it matched while I was at it!).  Asher's on an afternoon nap strike right now for the past 3 days and making me crazy (he yawns, he needs the sleep, he plays in the crib for 20 minutes, then commences the screaming and total nap skippage).  Maybe it's just the age.  I've weathered it before, I can do it again (keep repeating).

Video Watching

Owen's normal routine allows him to watch one video in the morning starting when Asher goes down for his morning nap and I go for a shower, until I'm done.  Well, I'm no saint.  Now and then, the appeal of coming downstairs freshly showered, with energy to get some things done and finding the elder child plugged into media and therefore rendered need-less, whine-less, and underfoot-less...well, I succumb to the temptation to leave him there too long while I do dishes, make phone calls, etc.  I try not to do it too often.  Today I was not so strong.  I think I left him watching for a solid hour and a quarter before I went in and found him watery-eyed, irritable, and totally glued.  Sometimes I'll ask him, "Is your brain turning into jello yet?" just to give him a heads-up that the session is about to end, and to send the message that too much TV probably isn't a great idea.  Today when I finally retrieved him from TV-land, it was clear what had happened and I pronounced the judgment, "Well Owen, this time your brain has definitely turned to jello!  Enough TV, we need to go do something."  He didn't put up a fight, but came over and hung on my leg in the kitchen and turned some sad eyes up to me and said, "Mommy? [pause] Are people going to try to eat my brain now?"  Ha!  "No Owen, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that your brain turned into real jello.  I just meant that watching too much TV makes you feel like you have a wiggly jiggly brain that doesn't work very well.  As soon as we go get started doing something other than watching TV your brain will get back to normal again right away!"  Much relieved, Owen helped me make some yummy hamburger bun dough in the bread machine :)

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Truck Day

Today after church (and our first time teaching 3 year old Sunday School...fun, but busy!) was touch-a-truck day in a nearby town.  I was underwhelmed, but the boys had a good old time.  Except when Owen totally freaked out after one too many seriously loud honks from the semis.  (Kids were climbing in and out of the cabs and wailing on the horns.  I was getting a bit tired of it myself.)  Owen was most fascinated with the cranes, and Asher was happy to skip the trucks for the most part and just do some serious boogy-ing to the music pumping over the speakers from the gazebo in the center of the common.  He was getting plenty of attention for all his adorable moves.  He has become an insatiable dancer...just can't help but stop and stomp his foot, bend and the waist and flail the arms whenever he hears *any* music.



Owen sharing his after-first-day-of-preschool ice cream (Asher comes up for bites of Owen's snacks routinely, and Owen is really a good sharer).

Gave Asher a yogurt and a spoon, then naively walked away.

Walking with his popper.

Bedtime Snapshot Sunday, Sept. 19, 2010

Running late
Yes, you can bring rest of pizza crust upstairs while I start bath
Start trek to bathroom
Book distraction
Asher wants to go back down
Asher mini-fit
Asher in tub and happy
Owen get your clothes off
Old Windex bottle filled with water distraction
Owen in tub eating pizza crust
Owen sprays Asher in the eyes
Asher cries
Bottle gone
Owen cries
2 boys giggling
2 boys want to sit near faucet
Referee mom
The washing
The drying
The running around naked
The diaper
The pull up
The jammie process (with distractions)
Read a book
Read a Bible story
Jealousy over sharing mom's lap
Daddy steps in
Praying together
Oops, need a potty break and a new pull-up
Talking about the day, talking about tomorrow
Rocking
Turn on music
Turn on nightlight
Owen in bed with protests
Threat of losing blanket
Pat head
"Mommy, I have a question..."
"Owen, you need to get a good night's sleep so you can have a good day at preschool tomorrow!"
"Will there be paint?  Will there be instruments in the instrument box?"
"Yep, I bet there will be."
"Mommy, have a good sleep.  You need a good sleep so you can drive me to preschool tomorrow."
"OK Owen, I love you, night night."
Shut door.
Make husband a calzone while managing busy Asher
Do dishes
Upstairs again
Nurse Asher
Book for Asher
Song for Asher
Night-night Asher
Close door.
THUMP THUMPEDY THUMP
Open other door.
"Owen, lay down.  It is time to sleep.  If I see you out of bed again, there will be trouble."
"What kind of trouble mommy?"
[Silence.]
"Mooommmmy, I can't sleeeeep when it's still day outside!!"  (No nap today...VERY tired boy from short previous night, already overtired in fact and needs to be asleep an hour ago)
Put beach towels over blinds
"No more funny business.  Good night, I love you."
Downstairs.
Finish kitchen cleaning.
"MOOOOMMMMY!!!!"
"What is WRONG Owen???"
"I need to go poooootttty!"
"You are always allowed to get out of bed to go potty.  You do not need to call me."
"But I like you always around when I go potty after bedtime"
[Grrrr.]
Potty.
"Get back in bed!  Goodnight!"
More time.  Take laundry to basement.
[Loud squealing!!!!]
"Owen, I think I need to take your blanket."
[Sees bawling kid and messy shirt and drool everywhere.
"Mommy, my lips were red and hurting and I put this lotion on my hands and my lips to help them and then it got in my mouth and I don't feel very good at AAALLL!!!"
"Oh Owen, you need to use Chap Stick, not lotion, for lips."
Clean up, change shirt, more spitting, drink of water, find chap stick, back to bed.
"Fank you Mommy"
"You're welcome Owen, I love you.  Night night"
And...sleep.

Ahh.    I wonder why I don't feel like doing any of the 357 jobs that I have on my list once the kids are in bed!!  This took place between 5:15pm and a little before 7pm...I know many people have hairier bedtime struggles than we do.

I'm not complaining one bit...this is a great privilege, and I know it :)  Love these boys.  But it is a marathon!