The other day my Grandma called my mom and asked if I ever talk about anything other than my son. She was (half) joking of course, but I’ll admit, it’s true! She and I still write letters back and forth since she will never bring herself to invest in an unnecessary computer that would do nothing but clutter up her home, and my letters do pretty much consist of the goings on of my 21 month old. After all, I don’t think stalking a giant spider until my husband has the chance to kill it or forgetting to put the garbage cans out really qualifies as headline news. Let’s just say it’s not anything to ‘write home about’. There isn’t much that changes in my day to day life. But when it comes to our little sprout, his world is constantly growing. Today is always different than yesterday. He is constantly learning something new and I can’t help but get excited about every new accomplishment. Whether it’s piecing together a few more words than two days ago, (even if it is “Oh my! Fart?”- Or my favorite “I love you”), babbling incoherently while looking me right in the eye like this totally makes sense (let me tell you, it doesn’t make a lick of sense but it sure is cute!), insisting on using a big boy cup instead of a sippy cup (and then proceeding to splash half the contents all over the floor), asking to use the potty over and over again (only to sit on there for a maximum 2.5 seconds), putting his stuffed monkey, Benny down for a nap with a blankie and a kiss, or dragging a stool to the baby gate to climb over it and up the stairs to follow me. I may shake my head at him now and then (or have one of those days when I’m counting down the minutes to nap time) but it never ceases to amaze me what he is learning to do, and even if it includes making my heart leap into my throat (dive bombing over the side of the couch), I still find myself one incredibly proud Momma!
Not every ‘new’ thing he learns is top of the ‘fun’ list though. Such as one of his current little nap strikes he’s been on for over a week now! His longest one so far! It seems every month or so, he will go maybe three days without a nap. He’ll just sit in his crib, babbling away to himself for hours. It doesn’t matter what I do, he just won’t sleep. But considering how great of a sleeper he is over all, we don’t really complain. Usually, these streaks don’t last long…but THIS one. This current Nap Strike of his has been going on now for 8 days. (It’s making me start to think this kid may be channeling Gandhi in protest). And couple that up with his newest fad of removing every single item of clothing, including his diaper, any time he’s either supposed to be sleeping or has just woken up (I guess nude jammies are the latest fashion choice of toddlers?)….and this just ain’t cutting it. I don’t know about most people, but I am not a fan of washing pee stained bedding twice every day. Basically my life was starting to look like one of those Tide commercials where “My tide is the 2 gallon bucket loaded with Febreeze that I go through in less than one week playing laundry maid to my Birthday-suit prone toddler”….Uhhh, no thanks.
So finally today, I tried hanging up a dark sheet over his window. About 20 minutes into his designated ‘nap time’, he was out. Success!!!
His new choice of bare bum freedom has me wondering though, with all these great new diaper choices they have these days; designer fashions like ‘poo in blue’ jean, over night mega soaker hold, little movers and shakers, and now the easy slip on for the non stop on the go go go-ers, why the heck hasn’t someone designed duct tape tab diapers for the not yet potty trained, but think they are bigger than their pee and poo holding britches?! Come on, I need something stronger than Velcro to keep that sucker strapped on! I doubt that I am the first Mom to think this world would be a better place with a child-proof diaper…so what’s the hold up here?!
The point is, I could go on and on with all these great new conversation starters now that my life revolves around my main little man. But not everyone is as interested as I am in how many animal sounds or dance moves my miniature cutie has mastered. So I guess until I learn how to widen my topics of interest, I’ll just adorn myself with signs reading “WARNING-Has child, do not approach unless you are interested in conversations that could involve any or all of the following: Poo, Pee, Elmo, Goldfish, Naps, Vomit, Barney, Potty Training or Boogers. Speak to me at your own risk.” I’ll add that to my to-do list, right under giving 1-800-HUGGIES a call.
Having my son was like giving birth to part of my heart and being able to be a witness to this incredible little life makes mine and my husband’s world all the more brighter and so rich in love, so don’t be surprised if you see me shouting from the rooftop how amazing my son is…because I’m not gonna shut up anytime soon J