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Friday, March 12, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
March 9, 2010 Update
(hmm... don't you think I could be a little more creative with these blog titles? Honestly, by the time I get around to actually typing these, my brain is mostly shot and I cannot spend time trying to come up with something clever...)
Ethan cut his 8th tooth yesterday! Hip hip hooray! It was his upper right lateral incisor. Gosh... I feel like such a dentist when I write things like that. Lol~ He has had a runny nose which I HOPE is just from his tooth coming in. We have been pretty lucky with colds... he is 14 months old and only has had 3 colds in his short lifetime. I thought I read somewhere that the average baby/child gets 8-10 colds a year. Ugh. Of course, since he isn't in daycare and doesn't regularly interact with other children to swap germs...
Right now he is having dinner and on the menu for tonight is pasta with butter & parmesan cheese, string cheese, and his current favorite, grapes. My little chef has decided that it would be a fantastic combination to add his grapes to his pasta. Mmm... looks... rustic. He is also using one of his cute little toddler forks, which he adores.
One Sunday at family breakfast, Ethan had a baby fork and was eating. Well, Ethan likes to "gimme five" (as there is a fist-bump boycott currently underway in our house because my husband does not like that...), so silly Grandpa held his hand out to Ethan, which everyone knows is the international symbol for "gimme five,"and Ethan proceeded to ATTEMPT to give Gramps five... with his fork. Thank goodness Grandpa moved his hand quickly or that would have made for an interesting story to tell the ER.
We have been taking advantage of this pre-Spring weather and going out for walks and playing outside as well. It is so nice to get out of the house without really going anywhere.
Ethan cut his 8th tooth yesterday! Hip hip hooray! It was his upper right lateral incisor. Gosh... I feel like such a dentist when I write things like that. Lol~ He has had a runny nose which I HOPE is just from his tooth coming in. We have been pretty lucky with colds... he is 14 months old and only has had 3 colds in his short lifetime. I thought I read somewhere that the average baby/child gets 8-10 colds a year. Ugh. Of course, since he isn't in daycare and doesn't regularly interact with other children to swap germs...
Right now he is having dinner and on the menu for tonight is pasta with butter & parmesan cheese, string cheese, and his current favorite, grapes. My little chef has decided that it would be a fantastic combination to add his grapes to his pasta. Mmm... looks... rustic. He is also using one of his cute little toddler forks, which he adores.
One Sunday at family breakfast, Ethan had a baby fork and was eating. Well, Ethan likes to "gimme five" (as there is a fist-bump boycott currently underway in our house because my husband does not like that...), so silly Grandpa held his hand out to Ethan, which everyone knows is the international symbol for "gimme five,"and Ethan proceeded to ATTEMPT to give Gramps five... with his fork. Thank goodness Grandpa moved his hand quickly or that would have made for an interesting story to tell the ER.
We have been taking advantage of this pre-Spring weather and going out for walks and playing outside as well. It is so nice to get out of the house without really going anywhere.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
March 3rd, 2010 Update
Jeez... the last post was August 4th... What gives with the slacker Mommy?
Today was a trying day so far. It is only 12.30pm, mind you.
I have started keeping a bowl of clean de-stemmed red grapes in the fridge for Ethan. Anytime the fridge is open and he wants to grab some, he can and does. Well, this morning when I opened the door to get his milk, he tried to slide in and grab some grapes, but there weren't many left, and I wanted them to be available for his breakfast instead. So, I said "No."
Now, I guess in some strange way, I expected him to understand my reasoning. Save these last grapes for later. Who am I kidding? All I can say in my defense is it was early and it sounded reasonable to me.
To Ethan, not so. He hollered and cried big, fat tears. He threw himself onto the ground. Mega Tantrum-style. He babbled incoherently about the grand injustice of being denied his right to grapes.
I know it will get old at one point. I know I will get fed up with the tantrums. But it is still at the point where he is SO adorable... I can't help but smile and think I should run and grab the camcorder to preserve this for future generations. Or at least to show his future love interests for my amusement.
He did get over it, but decided he did not want to sit in my lap while drinking his milk. He did not want me to hold the bottle for him. He is a big boy now and can do it himself (while stabbing me in the heart, nonetheless).
Later, I decided to take him to our very first Lapsit at the public library for kids 3 and under. There were many kids there. He did not know what to think at first, but as we sang songs and had books read to us, things were going well.
Ever concerned about everyone, Ethan was handing out books to people who did not have them. That was cute, right? It was until he started getting very excited and throwing them. Then he did not want to sit in my lap.
The best part was the end... when the woman brought out the bubble machine. She was like the Baby Pied Piper... I am convinced those kids would have followed her ANYWHERE. Who needs candy to lure kids? Just buy a bottle of bubbles and you are set. You could see it in all the kids' eyes: "Mommy who?? I LOVE BUBBLES NOW!!!"
It was pretty adorable and it was great to see a bunch of zombie babies and toddlers trying to catch the bubbles.
One more mini-meltdown for Ethan after leaving and walking into the house (just who do I think I am anyway, trying to stop him from dragging a large bucket and snow brush into the house?!) and probably the MILLIONTH mini-meltdown for Mommy... and I was happy to see naptime come.
"Ahh....."
Today was a trying day so far. It is only 12.30pm, mind you.
I have started keeping a bowl of clean de-stemmed red grapes in the fridge for Ethan. Anytime the fridge is open and he wants to grab some, he can and does. Well, this morning when I opened the door to get his milk, he tried to slide in and grab some grapes, but there weren't many left, and I wanted them to be available for his breakfast instead. So, I said "No."
Now, I guess in some strange way, I expected him to understand my reasoning. Save these last grapes for later. Who am I kidding? All I can say in my defense is it was early and it sounded reasonable to me.
To Ethan, not so. He hollered and cried big, fat tears. He threw himself onto the ground. Mega Tantrum-style. He babbled incoherently about the grand injustice of being denied his right to grapes.
I know it will get old at one point. I know I will get fed up with the tantrums. But it is still at the point where he is SO adorable... I can't help but smile and think I should run and grab the camcorder to preserve this for future generations. Or at least to show his future love interests for my amusement.
He did get over it, but decided he did not want to sit in my lap while drinking his milk. He did not want me to hold the bottle for him. He is a big boy now and can do it himself (while stabbing me in the heart, nonetheless).
Later, I decided to take him to our very first Lapsit at the public library for kids 3 and under. There were many kids there. He did not know what to think at first, but as we sang songs and had books read to us, things were going well.
Ever concerned about everyone, Ethan was handing out books to people who did not have them. That was cute, right? It was until he started getting very excited and throwing them. Then he did not want to sit in my lap.
The best part was the end... when the woman brought out the bubble machine. She was like the Baby Pied Piper... I am convinced those kids would have followed her ANYWHERE. Who needs candy to lure kids? Just buy a bottle of bubbles and you are set. You could see it in all the kids' eyes: "Mommy who?? I LOVE BUBBLES NOW!!!"
It was pretty adorable and it was great to see a bunch of zombie babies and toddlers trying to catch the bubbles.
One more mini-meltdown for Ethan after leaving and walking into the house (just who do I think I am anyway, trying to stop him from dragging a large bucket and snow brush into the house?!) and probably the MILLIONTH mini-meltdown for Mommy... and I was happy to see naptime come.
"Ahh....."
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