From Bean to Sprout

a first time mom's forray into parenthood

Once Upon A Time In Mexico February 15, 2014

Filed under: Uncategorized — frombeantosprout @ 8:12 pm

So we’ve been back in Canada for two weeks now and I have been wanting to write a post about our time in Mexico since we arrived, however Freddy got sick on our way home, and it’s pretty much been one person after the other getting sick (minus Chris, knock on wood). I’m feeling better now so I here we go!

A few years ago, my parents suggested that instead of buying us gifts for Christmas and birthdays that we don’t necessarily use, that they would put aside money towards a family trip. Well that trip took place this winter, in the Mayan Riviera of Mexico. And what a great winter to get away. It’s been pretty cold this winter. It was good to have a break from the chill for a week. It was also good for Henry to just get as much pent up energy out of his little body as possible. This winter has not been kind for him playing outside given that his little brother freezes so quickly.

We stayed at the Barcelo Maya Beach Resort which was really nice. They had excellent food. Chris made a point to have guacamole every meal, except for maybe twice. The beaches were beautiful, they had two full size waterparks on the complex on top of a few splash pads and some jungle gyms for kids. The complex consists of 5 hotels owned by Barcelo and spans about 3km. Chris got to walk those 3km trails every morning with Freddy who refused to adjust to the one hour time difference. Freddy didn’t really cooperate at all sleep wise during the entire week. He would make a point to be up between 5 and 5:45am every morning. I think it’s because he got used to seeing the sunrise with Chris who would take him out and let Henry and I sleep. He would make up for his early rises by falling asleep on the beach later on in the day in his stroller. I think the sound of the surf, the heat and the slight breeze were a perfect sleep inducing trifecta for him.

Henry was a real champ most of the week. He had a few meltdowns here and there, including one epic one in the buffet one night that resulted in him being dragged back to the room for 45 minutes until he calmed down. He just loved spending the week with his cousins. I’m pretty sure he couldn’t care less if we were there or not sometimes, as long as Logan and Niko were around, he was good. In fact, we often had to use the possibility of not seeing his cousins as blackmail/bribery to get him to obey. We had hoped to do some kind of off resort excursion but never got around to it. It would have been too much of a hassle to take the kids off resort plus there was so much to do there that we weren’t left feeling like we were missing out too much. Plus the excursions that really interested us were not kid friendly at all. They had a little shopping mall on the complex as well where you could haggle for merchandise, instead of paying an arm and a leg at the hotel gift shop.

Our days consisted of waking up (some of us earlier than others), heading to the breakfast buffet between 7-7:30. They had these amazing churros (friend donut sticks) that they would lay out every morning. I’d top my breakfast with one each morning… Then we’d head back to the room and start the “want to go swimming? Ok, we have to put on sunscreen! No? Ok, then we’re staying in the room then. Oh, you want to put sunscreen on now eh? Yeah that’s what I thought” routine. You know, people complain a lot about having to put on so many layers of clothing on their kids in the winter. It’s just as bad in the summer with constantly reapplying sunscreen. Especially if you spend 75-80% of your time outdoors, swimming and playing in the sand. We’d often be at the beach by 9am and hang out there for a few hours then go to the water park, or vice versa. We’d then go for lunch and then back at the room where we’d try and put the kids down for a nap. Often by 2:30 pm, Henry was out cold. Freddy was hit or miss so we’d often take him out for a walk while the other parent stay in the room and watch Henry and Mexican tv. We’d have dinner at 6:30 when the buffet open and were usually back at our room by 7:30 for bedtime. Then Chris and I would have some drinks and hang out on our balcony, chitchatting and playing card games. I think for me, that was my favourite time of the day. Just chilling out and enjoying each others company.

While there, we celebrated Henry’s 3rd birthday. Well part of his birthday. I’ll do a separate post on all the birthday festivities he got to enjoy.  We also had a night where my parents took the boys for dinner so Chris and I could have a romantic dinner with each other. It was great. I find we act all giddy when we’re kid free, even if it’s just for 2 hours. That could have to do with the fact that we haven’t had a night out with each other since early March 2013. We ate at the resort’s Mexican restaurant and had a blast. It seems like the boys took it relatively easy on my parents as well which is great. I always worry they’ll act out.

People often say “Don’t travel with your kids”. I can understand where those people are coming from. If you want to just relax, do nothing but slowly bake, drink and party, then for sure, don’t travel with kids. Traveling with kids is not relaxing. It’s a very different sort of travel but if I reflect on my entire week, I’m glad we did travel with them. I love the idea of exposing our children to different cultures and experiences. Now I know, a resort isn’t really where they’ll get the full Mexican culture, but they got to see a bit of it. It’s hard work traveling with them, but I find the memories we created worth it.

Gorgeous sunrise

Gorgeous sunrise

Hammock time with daddy

Hammock time with daddy

see daddy, if we had slept in, we would have missed the beauty and splendor of greeting a new day!

see daddy, if we had slept in, we would have missed the beauty and splendor of greeting a new day!

sunrise with daddy

sunrise with daddy

Freddy ate pretty much non stop the entire week.

Freddy ate pretty much non stop the entire week.

we only bought two pictures because they were crazy expensive

We got some professional pictures taken while there. We only bought two pictures because they were crazy expensive

The entire gang!

The entire gang!

We got some professional pictures done while there. This is one of the only ones we could get of Henry smiling

 This is one of the only ones we could get of Henry smiling

Now it's not

what’s happening here?

OMG the water is touching me!!!!

OMG the water is touching me!!!!

We like to spell out the place we are in the sand whenever we travel. Henry loves this tradition.

We like to spell out the place we are in the sand whenever we travel. Henry loves this tradition.

My little monkey Freddy and I

My little monkey Freddy and I

Football with the cousins

Football with the cousins

Henry made sure he had about 6 bananas a day.. It's pretty much the only thing he wanted to eat the entire time.

Henry made sure he had about 6 bananas a day.. It’s pretty much the only thing he wanted to eat the entire time.

More beach sleeping

More beach sleeping

a vintage water

a vintage water

You'd never know that this playpen is actually Freddy's with the amount of time Henry hung out in it.

You’d never know that this playpen is actually Freddy’s with the amount of time Henry hung out in it.

Henry completely in love with his cousins

Henry completely in love with his cousins

Enjoying a predinner drink with my boys

Enjoying a predinner drink with my boys

Toasting our childfree dinner

Toasting our childfree dinner

One of the many sunrises Chris and Freddy witnessed

One of the many sunrises Chris and Freddy witnessed

One of the cool water parks

One of the cool water parks

Chris seemed to be having more fun than Henry

Chris seemed to be having more fun than Henry

I always wondered why they call it a play pen. Now I know.

I always wondered why they call it a play pen. Now I know.

one of his many morning naps.

one of his many morning naps.

This water slide is much more fun with you go down backwards

This water slide is much more fun with you go down backwards

Freddy is obsessed with his cousin Victoria's face. He keeps wanting to take it off.

Freddy is obsessed with his cousin Victoria’s face. He keeps wanting to take it off.

 

I’m A Rage-Aholic January 22, 2014

Filed under: Uncategorized — frombeantosprout @ 7:55 pm

Those of you who know me, know that I can fly off the handle pretty quickly. What can I say, the French Canadian in me gets all fired up sometimes. Well this winter has definitely sent me into a bit of a rage. It’s not necessarily that it’s been freaking cold most days interspersed with days where it thaws enough to drop a crapload of snow and then freezes again. I can live with that, I know it’s to be expected what with living in Canada, especially in Ottawa. No what sends me into a rage most winter mornings is getting my kids dressed for the outdoors. Holy hell what a production it has become to get those two out the door. It’s getting harder and harder with Freddy becoming more mobile and with Henry becoming more defiant.

I used to be able to just threaten Henry with the idea that I would leave him behind. That would send him scurrying to me in a panic, begging me to take him with me. Then slowly I had to start actually going outside for him to panic. Now, when I say “I’m leaving without you, you’re going to stay home alone” he pretty much shrugs his shoulders, says “bye!” and continues playing. Meanwhile I have little Freddy writhing around on me, screaming his head off as I try and put him in his snowsuit/bunting like if I’m pouring hot molten lava on his bare skin. Once I have him dressed, I clip him in the bucket seat which I know I will have to replace sometime soon since he’s almost to the point of outgrowing it, but for now, it’s really convenient being able to immobilize one of two kids. So now I’m rocking a shrieking Freddy in the car seat while trying everything in my power to coax Henry to put his boots and jacket on. Without fail, every morning it’s a fight. I’ve even gone to the point where I go outside, put Freddy in the car, start the car, run back in and tackle Henry one on one. He doesn’t even register that I’ve left the house because he’s so into his make believe play. So then I come back inside and my voice is raised to “threat level” and I say in an ice cold voice “Henry, put your boots and jacket on….NOW!” and that’s usually when he runs to me and informs me that he’s pooped. Yep, pooped. So now I’m really in a rage that I have to take all my stuff off quickly, and change Henry’s diaper with lighting speed while I’m telling him “take your pants off, take them off, help me out a bit here, Freddy is in the car waiting, hurry up! COME ON! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD COOPERATE WITH ME FOR ONE FREAKING SECOND!!!” and he’s just lying there like a limp noodle while I try and force his pants back on. I often have to turn around and take a breath to collect myself and stop myself from channeling all my rage and frustration and punching a hole in the drywall.

So now he’s clean and finally cooperative but it still takes time to put those boots on, then the jacket. And the freaking zipper on those kids winter jackets is a pain in the butt. I remember seeing a comedian joking about zipping up kids jackets and how frustratingly complicated it can get and I have to totally agree. Here I am, trying to zip this thing up, while I have a kid kind of dancing and swaying and not helping one bit and the stupid zipper is getting caught on everything on it’s way up. What should take approximately 2 seconds for a normal human being takes about 10. 10 long seconds where I’m thinking of Freddy in the car in the garage, probably screaming his head off in anger.

When Henry is finally dressed, we then go out through the garage and I swear, he stops at the top of the stairs that go down into the garage and assesses everything he sees. Or he says a little prayer or something. Whatever it is, he takes his sweet time walking down those stairs. I’m going “Hurry Henry, HURRY! We’re going to be late!” while he slowly meanders down those stairs and I’m glancing back into the house making sure our cat Purrl doesn’t try and make a mad dash to the outside world as I keep the door open because the kid ain’t budging.

So that’s my morning. EVERY MORNING! By the time we’re in the car, my anger and rage are gone. We sing on our way to wherever we’re going. But every morning, when I wake up, I know we’re going to have to go through this process again. I have no idea what I’m going to do when I have to go back to work and am on a tighter schedule. Nowadays if  I know we have to be gone by 9am, I start the process at 8:40 and we still leave later than expected. I’m going to have to force some cooperation with this kid. Maybe I could bribe him with chocolate or something. Or pray that spring comes early this year.

Free to a good, patient home

Free to a good, patient home

 

Henry fiddling around with my phone while I ran around getting ready.

Henry fiddling around with my phone while I ran around getting ready.

 

Ok, this has nothing really to do with this post, but how freaking cute is this?

Ok, this has nothing really to do with this post, but how freaking cute is this?

 

Out cold after a long car ride freak out.

Out cold after a long car ride freak out.

 

 

 

 

Goodbye Atticus January 8, 2014

Filed under: Uncategorized — frombeantosprout @ 8:08 pm

Well it’s been a while. I haven’t updated since before Christmas since I’ve had so much on my mind. I try and be fairly honest about what’s happening in our lives with this blog and I felt like I couldn’t write a little fluff piece at the time. About two weeks before Christmas, our cat Atticus was having bladder issues.  He’s had this before. In 2009, he had crystals that required emergency surgery at the after hours vet. Ever since then, he’s been on a special since then to prevent it. So when he started displaying signs of another bladder problem, I brought him to the vet and they gave him a pain reliever and some antibiotics saying it was a UTI. I was so relieved that it wasn’t crystals again since Chris and I had discussed that we wouldn’t put him through that ordeal again. I took him home and started giving him the drugs. After about 3 days he started howling in pain again (about when the pain reliever shot he had received wore off) so I brought him back to the vet and they gave him more pain relief and some anti inflammatory drugs to take alongside his antibiotics in order to help with the pain. Well once the antibiotics were over, he was still going to the littler more often than normal and there was still blood in his urine. I called the vet and they said the next step would be ultrasound to make sure there’s no kidney stone problems. So on December 18th, the day of his ultrasound, the vet called and told us that they discovered a mass in his bladder consisted with cancer. I was just on my way to Henry’s daycare Christmas party when they called and I was devastated. They told us that they could refer him for surgery but that it would be very invasive, costly and probably wouldn’t do anything. They told me that some cats, if they’re on anti inflammatories, could live for up to 8 months with this type of cancer. I wasn’t ready to make a decision right then and there. I know that was selfish of me, but Christmas was right around the corner and aside from his frequent peeing, he was still his normal, slightly angry, miserable and constantly hungry self. So we decided to keep giving him the drugs and play it by ear.

Well after Christmas, we realized he had been peeing on the front hall mat like he couldn’t control himself. We knew we couldn’t have him doing this with two kids running around, especially with Freddy who’s crawling around like crazy so we made an appointment to have him put down on December 30th (this was on the 28th). Well by some miracle, he started getting better, so on the morning of the 30th, I made the decision to cancel the appointment. We had a good week but then last weekend he started fading again. Atticus was always consistent in giving us a 2 hour warning window for his dinner time. He’d always start bugging us around 4pm until his 6pm dinner time, often making us trip over him and howling for food. Well he didn’t do that on Sunday. When I looked at him, he just looked exhausted. His fur was getting a bit matted as well, like if he hadn’t been cleaning himself as much as he usually did. I picked him up and realized he had lost a lot of weight in the past 3-4 weeks. Still I kept hoping for the best. The next morning though, he started trying to pee on our winter boots. Chris brought him down to the litter and while he was emptying the litter box, Atticus tried to go and basically was peeing blood. We decided then that it was time. Poor little guy. We called the vet and they were able to give us an appointment that very morning. Had they told us it would be a few days, I would have probably wavered again like I did on the 30th.  It’s such a heartbreaking decision to make. I had read an article online that a vet wrote about euthanizing your pet. He said that people often ask him “is it too soon? Should I have waited a bit longer?” His answer, which really resonated with me was “It’s better to do this a week to early rather than an hour too late”. And it’s true. I don’t know what I would have done had we come home one day to find Atticus writhing in pain, or worse, dead in the house due to my lack of courage.

I know some of you reading this might think “it’s only a cat”. Well that cat was a part of my family. He was the first being I was responsible for taking care of once I moved out and started living on my own. He was there during some rough times and happy times. He would cuddle with us while we slept and purr so loudly that it was like we had a living, breathing sound machine to lull us to sleep. He was hilarious. He would run around in the middle of the night and yell out what sounded like “HELLO???”  He would shove his head deep into people’s shoes when they came to our homes, and just stay there, like it was the best thing ever. Also, when people would come visit, he would insist on smelling their breath. He’d come right up to them and lift himself up on his hind legs to get closer to your mouth. I’m convinced this was a measure to ensure everyone who visited us had a soul. God help the person who failed whatever test he was giving them with that breath test. He loved fresh air. He would open the screen door and then just go lie on the back patio, soaking up the sun and getting his fur all nice and warm to cuddle with. He was incredibly patient with the boys despite my fears that he wasn’t. He was a terrible second in command according to his sister Purrl but she can be a tad extreme. All these memories bring back a mixture of happiness and sadness at the same time. He was only 8 years old. Theoretically he could have had another 10-12 years but his time was cut short. He was memorable and he was mine. He was family. I miss him tremendously, I always will.

My very first picture of Atticus. He saw his meal ticket the second he saw me. While all the other kittens were playing around with each other, he marched right up to me, sat in my lap and started purring.

My very first picture of Atticus. He saw his meal ticket the second he saw me. While all the other kittens were playing around with each other, he marched right up to me, sat in my lap and started purring.

 

Battle royale with his sister Purrl

Battle royale with his sister Purrl

 

Purrl making sure Atticus learns the proper ropes of perimeter surveillance.

Purrl making sure Atticus learns the proper ropes of perimeter surveillance.

 

Making sure my cousin Antoine had a soul.

Making sure my cousin Antoine had a soul. He just barely passed the test.

 

Atticus had an excellent poker face.

Atticus had an excellent poker face.

 

Henry put this hat on Atticus' head. The hat remained on for a good two hours. No point in wasting a good nap just to get something off your head.

Henry put this hat on Atticus’ head. The hat remained on for a good two hours. No point in wasting a good nap just to get something off your head.

 

Atticus loved to unwind after a long day of sleeping by enjoying a cool Mexican beer. We always limited it to one beer because he was an angry drunk

Atticus loved to unwind after a long day of sleeping by enjoying a cool Mexican beer. We always limited it to one beer because he was an angry drunk

 

Showing his immeasurable patience with Freddy.

Showing his immeasurable patience with Freddy.

 

Sunning himself on his perch.

Sunning himself on his perch.

 

My very last picture of Atticus. Rest In Peace buddy.

My very last picture of Atticus. Rest In Peace buddy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

8 Months and Counting December 18, 2013

Filed under: Uncategorized — frombeantosprout @ 8:05 pm

Well Freddy is getting up there in age. He just turned 8 months on Sunday and is motoring along. It seems he’s reaching all the milestones Henry did at the same time of the year, only he’s two months younger than Henry was at the time. I mean just yesterday his first tooth popped out. Almost exactly two years to the day that Henry got his first tooth.

He’s cruising along like crazy and seems like he can’t stop moving. He gets obsessed with certain objects or items and can’t move on from that. We have a tiny hole in our dry wall where our baby gate used to go (Henry so graciously ripped it out of the wall). Well Freddy is crazy intense with that hole. He’ll seek it out wherever he is in the house and if we’re not paying attention, he shoves his finger in there and tries to make the hole bigger.

I’m constantly finding stuff in his mouth. Like all the time. My poor little second child. Henry never was left to stray long enough to find something to shove in his mouth. Not so for Freddy. I’ve found dirt in there, plastic, pine needles, leaves, dog food. I scoop it out but he does get a taste for it. He also thinks Ginger’s food bowl is a communal dish. I have to keep Ginger’s water elevated so that he doesn’t splash around in it.

Let’s see, what else. He’s deep into the 8 month seperation anxiety mode. He’ll be crawling around following me, crying, begging to be picked up. Often while I’m busy making dinner, cleaning etc. If I leave the room, he cries bloody murder until I return.

On the positive side though, he’s probably the easiest, friendliest baby. When he’s not freaking out away from me, he’s pretty chill. He loves food but hates baby food so we’ve been doing Baby Led Weaning and it’s been great. Hands free, no need to to spoon feed him. He loves to laugh at Henry. Chris and I can’t get the same laughs out of him as Henry does. Sometimes it’s hilarious, other times not so much, like when Henry is misbehaving. Freddy’s laughter and clapping just encourages him to continue acting out.

The best thing about this little guy is he’s a cuddler. He just loves to burrow into you to cuddle and will squeeze you tight. I’m pretty crazy about the little guy.

 

Hey Mama, I'm having the time of my life just standing here.

Hey Mama, I’m having the time of my life just standing here.

 

Freddy's started standing on his own. I caught this pic right before he plopped back down on his bum.

Freddy’s started standing on his own. I caught this pic right before he plopped back down on his bum.

 

His new favourite place to play, under the Christmas tree.

His new favourite place to play, under the Christmas tree.

 

 

 

Beautiful Exotic….Watertown? December 4, 2013

Filed under: Uncategorized — frombeantosprout @ 8:27 pm

A few weeks ago, we decided to get away with the boys for the weekend. Chris booked the Friday off and we headed on down to Watertown, NY. Why Watertown you say? Well it’s close by, has great shopping, has a zoo and did I mention it’s close by? We wanted to go somewhere where it would take us less than 2 hours to drive to. Why not Montreal you say? Well we also wanted to stay somewhere for cheap. I got a great discount at the Fairfield Inn (which is the Marriot’s discount line). My “must haves” were 1. a suite, 2. a pool and 3. complimentary breakfast. This place was 3/3. They had great customer service as well despite the fact the Henry almost got us kicked out. Chris and I are so used to his 6pm mania of running around and chattering away that we didn’t think it might bother the people below us until we got a call from reception to keep it down. Note to self, stay on first floor in the future.

We got a ton of shopping don, including Christmas shopping and made sure to have plenty of “kid” time for Henry since last time we went to Watertown, he wasn’t a huge fan. We ended up going to the Watertown zoo which houses animals native to New York State. It’s just a tiny zoo but perfect for toddlers. Plus there was an uber entertaining bear there who got into a violent fight to the death with a large tree branch. The bear won. We watched that bear for a long long time with Henry saying every few minutes “Silly Bear!!!”

The only disappointment from the trip was we were hoping to find more exotic beer and didn’t find any. Come on New York State, you’re supposed to be crawling with microbreweries! Step up for next time!

Happy to rest after a long almost 2 hour drive. Freddy was starting to lose it.

Happy to rest after a long almost 2 hour drive. Freddy was starting to lose it.

 

Product placement shot. Olive Garden, feel free to mail me a cheque.

Product placement shot. Olive Garden, feel free to mail me a cheque.

 

Had I known I was going to spend most of my weekend in here, I would have stayed home.

Had I known I was going to spend most of my weekend in here, I would have stayed home.

 

Hanging out at the zoo

Hanging out at the zoo

 

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Shopped till he dropped

Shopped till he dropped

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bad Mama!

Filed under: Uncategorized — frombeantosprout @ 7:40 pm

Henry broke my heart yesterday, with just a few words, what was a bad morning turned into the worst. Our morning had started off great. We had breakfast, watched Muppet Family Christmas for the one millionth time and made our way outside relatively easy. For those who don’t have a toddler, getting them out the door can be quite the battle. I’ve grown to hate winter just because there are added layers (pun intended) of complication in getting them outside, as in, putting them in boots and jackets so they don’t freeze to death instead of just bringing them outside as is and plopping them in the car. So yesterday, with the promise of shoveling the driveway, Henry happily put his boots, jacket, hat and mitts on. Our routine now with the snow is that he gets to “shovel” while I get the car ready. I put Freddy in the car, start it and clear off the snow or scrape the windows while he happily pushes snow from one side of the driveway to the other. Usually by the time I’m done, he’s bored with his job and is ready to go. Not so yesterday. Our conversation went like this:

Me: Ok, we put the shovel away now Henry?

Him: (very cool and calmly) no

Me: We have to go see Abby (his new daycare girlfriend), she doesn’t like to have breakfast without you.

Him: No

Me: Why don’t we put the shovel away and you can play with it when you come home with daddy later?

Him: NOOOOO!!!!

at this point he actually throws the shovel to the ground and tries to make a run for it into the house. I intercept him, grab him and bring him to the car while he kicks and screams. I’m then fighting him to strap him into his car seat as he twists and turns yelling at the top of his lungs and actually whacks me in the face at which point I get angry and yell “ENOUGH OF THIS!” and he stops just enough for me to buckle him in.

The whole way to daycare he’s yelling and screaming and crying saying “NO DAYCARE, GO HOME! SHOVEL!!! SHOVEL!!!!” and I’m telling him “I’m sorry but you have to go today, I have a lot of things to do”.

When we get to daycare, he usually jumps out of the car, this time, he’s just dead silent. I unclip him and he just sits there not even looking at me. So I tell him “ok, Freddy and I are going in” and start to walk away and nothing. I can’t leave him in the car so I put Freddy down, drag Henry out of the car and put him on his feet and lock the car door before he can try and open the door again. Well then all hell breaks loose. He’s yelling that he wants to go back in the car while Freddy and I are walking towards the door. I couldn’t really just leave him in the parking lot since it was fairly busy and I don’t trust him to not run in front of a moving car while in full tantrum mode but I kept giving the impression I was going in so he’d follow. Halfway to the door he stops and yells loudly “BAD MAMA! I NO LIKE YOU!!!” and that, was the sucker punch. It broke my heart. He eventually came in, still crying and his teacher just took him from me and told me it would be best for me to walk out because if I lingered he might think he’s coming home with me. So I said goodbye while he’s crying and screaming and walked out. When I got into the car I just lost it and started crying myself.

We’ve been having really rough nights with Freddy lately, we’ve all been sick at least twice each in the past month, we’re exhausted and the holidays haven’t even started. Not to mention the constant toddler tantrums being thrown our way. Anyways it was all too much and I broke down in the car and texted Chris that Henry called me a bad mama. When I got home, I was just emotionally spent. Good thing I had my fitmom class yesterday morning. I just pounded out all my frustration, exhaustion, anger, put it all in that workout and felt a lot better afterwards.

The thing that really sucks about these tantrums though is that Henry gets over them instantly. Apparently he was cool even before I reached my car. Me on the other hand, it’s taking me longer and longer to calm down from these moments. I also worry his early memories of me will be of me yelling things like “No Hitting! No Kicking! Stop that! I SAID STOP THAT!!!!”

When Chris picked him up yesterday, he asked Henry if he loved me and Henry said “Yeah I love mama”. Well that’s good to hear.

I'm sorry I have zero impulse control

I’m sorry I have zero impulse control

 

Skip, Hop and a Jump November 12, 2013

Filed under: Uncategorized — frombeantosprout @ 9:01 am

I cannot keep up with Freddy anymore. This kid is in some kind of a rush. I should have known I’d have my hands full when he started commando crawling at 5 months. At 6 months he was full on crawling, at 6.5 months he was pulling himself up on whatever he could find (including the back of my legs as I was making dinner and had to call for Chris to come help me in a panic since I couldn’t move) and now at almost 7 months he’s pulling himself up and cruising along furniture. He’s just so busy all the time. He reminds of of the rabbit in Alice and Wonderland. Sometimes it’s like the compulsion is beyond his control. When I’m nursing him, if he’s overtired, he squirms left and right and then rolls over onto his stomach while trying to maintain a latch which results in me yelping in pain and him getting frustrated. “Mom, all I want is to lie on my stomach to eat, why you gotta stop me?”. Changing his diaper has become a nightmare. It’s like wrestling an alligator. Each diaper change/clothes change ends with Chris or I covered in sweat and frustrated. I thought Henry had moved quickly as a baby but compared to Freddy, Henry was slow. Henry only started crawling around 8-9 months and even then it was a laboured crab walk thing. Freddy can move pretty quickly and crawls perfectly on his hands and knees. I was kind of hoping he wouldn’t be mobile for our trip to Mexico in January but it looks like that won’t be the case. While on our honeymoon, there was a popular song in Ireland called “Can’t Stop Moving” by Sonny J and I feel it’s Freddy’s mantra. “Can’t Stop Moving, Can’t Can’t Stop Moving, Can’t Stop Moving, I Can’t Keep Still”. Who knows, maybe he was a shark in a previous life and this is a survival thing…

Lock all the gates and put away all the tiny toys, I'm coming!

Lock all the gates and put away all the tiny toys, I’m coming!

The first time he pulled himself up he was just as shocked and confused as we were. It was like "woah, did you know we could do this with our bodies?"

The first time he pulled himself up he was just as shocked and confused as we were. It was like “woah, did you know we could do this with our bodies?”