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
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