We spent a great long weekend at my parent’s cottage. We had a few rough bumps with sleep for Henry and Freddy was going through a bit of a growth spurt so he was eating a lot more. Oh and don’t get me started on the mosquitoes but overall it was a great vacation. Best part, Chris was home on Friday and Monday, so that’s two days less of solo parenting! 🙂
I remember when I was a kid and my parents would say they were tired, I would think to myself “then why do you stay up so late??”. Now keep in mind, as a kid, staying up late was anything past 9pm. Well I totally get it now. They wanted time to unwind, to catch up on their own lives and relax a bit without kids.
I know it because I’m in the same boat now. No matter how tired I am, I can’t seem to get to sleep before 10pm. I have every opportunity to go to bed earlier since the kids are usually asleep between 8-8:30pm but it’s like I need at least an hour of decompression to spend time with Chris, to read, to watch tv, take a long shower etc.
With Henry, I don’t get much alone time. .Even going to the bathroom has become stressful. If I decide to lock the door, then I have him on the other side bashing into the door, rattling the handle, creepily whispering “Maaamaa” under the door and when that doesn’t work, he starts yelling Mama!!! and then screams until I come out. No more little oasis for me. He’s been really clingy lately. I’ll be walking and stop suddenly and two seconds later he’s bumping into me because he was following me so closely. He also thinks it’s hilarious to head bump me in the butt these days which was cute at first, but now is kind of getting annoying. Luckily he’s getting better at saying sorry, even though he starts doing it again seconds later.
Why We Love You – By Henry and Freddy June 16, 2013
Mom said it was ok for us to do a blog post today for Father’s Day. We wanted to take the time to say thank you for everything you do for us. I (Henry) have a few more things to thank you for, but that’s only because I’ve been alive longer but Freddy says everything is pretty much mutual. So without further ado, here’s what we’re thankful for.
There are plenty more things we are thankful for, but mom isn’t quick enough with the camera to capture all the stuff you do for us. We love you very much!
Let Me Dust Off The Old Soap Box Here… June 13, 2013
Ok, I’m warning you now, this post is mainly going to be one long rant.
Henry has recently been very into imaginative play. He loves playing with little figurines (we call them bonhommes here). He has a little farm that he plays with all the animals and the farmer. He’ll create these elaborate storylines with them and can keep himself entertained for a very long time. Well a few weeks ago I decided I wanted to get him a few more. I was at Toys R Us and decided to just check it out. Well I was severely disappointed in the store. First of all, it kind of annoyed me that everything is seperated by gender. There’s the boy aisles and the girl aisles. I looked long and hard in the boy aisles for little figurines that were age appropriate and found only superhero stuff. Why is it that if my boy wants to do imaginative play, it has to be with a superhero or cars? I ended up wandering to the “girl” section and found these little Dora and Diego figurines and I know he loves Dora so I got him those and he loves them.
A few weeks have gone by and I’m still kind of fuming at the whole thing. I’ve decided to no longer shop at Toys R Us. I never thought I’d be that person and I don’t have a problem with people choosing to give their kids gender specific toys, but I do have a problem when a store basically tries to tell me what’s acceptable and not acceptable based on my child’s gender. Sure they have the Playmobil section, but Henry’s a little too young for the majority of those and they carry maybe one or two Playmobil toddler toys.
Last weekend, I went to our local toy store, Tag Along Toys as they were having a 20% off everything in the store sale. I try and shop here every Christmas since I love to support local business and the way their store is set up, there is no gender divide. It’s more a category thing. I came across these toys called “Calico Critters” and it’s these little fur covered figurines that come in families. I knew Henry would love these and got him one. Now at Toys R us, this line of toys is exclusively in the girl section but at Tag Along Toys, it’s got its own shelf right next to all other possible figurines from dinosaurs to playmobil toys. Henry loves his new little elephant family and I knew he would.
ok, rant over
Who’s The Boss? June 5, 2013
So Monday was my first day alone at home with both Henry and Freddy, and let me tell you, it was quite the roller coaster. More than once I felt like this:
The day started well enough. Henry watched a bit of Elmo’s world on the iPad while I nursed Freddy. I then had all these wonderful plans. I had visions of all these cute crafts I had seen on Pinterest, or thought about baking with Henry while Freddy slept quietly, or even going to Chapters for storytime. Henry had other plans. He decided on Monday that he wasn’t wearing a diaper anymore. He wanted to wear underwear “like Gabriel” (a boy in his class at daycare). This basically meant we were spending the morning with me nervously hovering around him asking every two seconds “do you have to potty?” Eventually I got tired of playing this dangerous game of Russian roulette and put Henry on the toilet and let him watch Elmo’s world from there while Freddy took a cat nap. We spent a good 30 minutes in that bathroom, with me on the floor, my butt getting numb, watching clip after clip of Elmo with nothing happening. That’s when I started thinking “Who’s really in charge here?” I’m pretty sure Henry thinks he’s the boss of the house.
Anyways, while on the potty, he started complaining about the hair touching his neck. With the heat recently, he got a bit of a heat rash where his hair touches his neck so I decided, well fine, I’ll just cut a bit of hair at the base of his head to make him feel better. Well after trimming the back, the sides looked a little wonky so I started trimming that, then he kind of freaked out and that was the end of my impromptu haircut. He had this weird bowl shape haircut and I couldn’t leave it just like that and my hairdresser isn’t open on Mondays, so I started calling barber shops until I found one at Hazeldean mall that would let me just walk in.
The hairdresser was actually very nice and patient. Henry, not so much. He started crying pretty much right away. I had come prepared and gave him a piece of chocolate hoping that would calm him down. Well he held that piece of chocolate in his fingers, letting it slowly melt and get covered in hair and continued his little meltdown. The hairdresser tried the best she could but I felt terrible. I tipped very generously. The worst part is that after the haircut, Henry popped that hair covered chocolate in his mouth and swallowed it whole… and I didn’t have the energy to stop him.
We then came home for lunch and Henry refused to eat the meal I made for him. I even made something I hate, fish sticks, since I know he loves them at daycare. Well apparently they weren’t the right kind of fish sticks since he didn’t touch them. I had also put corn as a side dish since they daycare told me he loves it. Well he had a bite of it then it accidentally touched the mayo I had put on the plate to dip his fish sticks. Well game over there. The whole plate was no longer edible. He spit the corn that was in his mouth on the floor and walked away.
Afterwards, the afternoon went pretty well Henry wise, mostly because he went down for a 3 hour nap fairly easily. I thought to myself “awesome, now if I can get Freddy down, maybe I could nap as well!” well no such luck, I spent a good part of the afternoon with this guy:
Eventually I got Freddy to settle down, after about an hour of quietly swearing at him in a sing song voice. I was sooo looking forward to Chris coming home. When he did, he took Henry on a walk and let him “run off leash” with Ginger on an abandoned road which helped tucker him out for the night. Freddy kept freaking out most of the evening. I’m not sure what was wrong with him that day, maybe he sensed the shift in focus since he’s used to getting my full attention during the week day and he spent most of the day bouncy chair bound.
After Monday, I have a new found respect for daycare providers and stay at home moms. I’m hoping it gets easier, we’ll see on Friday. My dad’s coming over Friday morning so that should help relieve a bit of the 2 against 1 pressure.