Bee Boy!

Gavin turned 2 on Wednesday. As he would say, "I bee boy!" Indeed! Our little boy has also graduated into his toddler bed, meaning the front rail of his crib has now been taken off. Two weeks before his birthday, he climbed out of said crib and met Daddy in the bathroom to say good morning.

Amazingly, the conversion hasn't been so bad. Gavin, in all his big boy responsibilities, has also given up his binkie. And, thank goodness, because he had practically gnawed through his last one. He didn't really use them to suck on anyway. More like cutting his teeth. The last one's predecessor could have been used as a cheese cloth it had so many holes in it. But, back to sleeping in a big boy bed. He's been really good about it, climbing right in and laying down. Tommy and I are stunned. We're still thinking that he's just enamored with the junior pillow we provided him. There are drool marks all over it.

The last two nights though, he's been a little more reluctant to be put to bed. He climbs in happy enough, but once I tuck him in and hand him his Tigger or Doggie and I get the mega frowny face. Pull the heart strings why don't ya, kid! So, I kneel next to his bed on the couch cushions that we've placed in front of it to act as a safety net for any rolling off the bed and just rub his face or hair. The frown deepens. He almost seems afraid for me to leave him. I offer to read him a story, and he acknowledges with, "uh-huh, story". So I break out a little Goodnight Moon and such and he intently follows along, then I try to tuck him in again. Same pouty lip. At some point though, it me or him that has to cave and so far I've been brave. Ok, not without one last snuggle in my arms before he climbs back into bed the final time. Then, kisses, "mwahs", a flip of the switch to start the fan and walk out and shut the door behind me. Miraculously, not a peep is made and he falls to sleep.

Love you, bee boy!

Things I Remember About You: Gavin

In continuation of my montage of thoughts to not forget about my little ones. I realize Gavin's a lot younger, but there is no shortage of things to remember:

-Jumping as hard as you could in your jumperoo, only to fall asleep in it later on
-Countless walks with mommy while on maternity leave to calm your colic
-Wanting to be on mommy's hip or by my side every second I was near you
-Shoving your arms between mommy's chest and your body when I hold you against me
-Your kitty cat sound with the toss of your head from side to side - Meeeeoooooow
-Wrapping your arms around my leg to give me a hug or just coming over and laying your head in my lap, just because
-Screaming "Ant!" then proceeding to immediately stomp on it
-Pots and pans and tupperware
-Growling or roaring at me
-Your shrill, high-pitched screams
-Chomping holes into your binkies
-You're a sweat ball
-Fascination with your sister's flip flops, and to Daddy's shagrin most especially the pink ones
-Love of dancing and your innate ability to have rhythm (which your sister doesn't have)
-Strong-willed independence (no idea where you get that from)
-Calling your sister "Bae-Bae", but you can't pronounce your own name
-Hatred for being dressed or spending any time on the changer
-Your love of the outdoors
-The way you say "Buh, byyyyyyyye" drawn out
-A bottomless belly, as you never EVER turn down food
-Tinkering with the remote, and your uncanny ability to totally screw up the TV, cable box, etc. taking Mommy or Daddy minutes to fix what you did in a second (e.g., closed captioning on the cable box)
-Walking and swinging your arms and clapping them together
-Constant fascination with daddy's truck (half fear, half intrigue)
-Enthusiasm for all sports, especially cars, to Daddy's excitement ("vroom-vroooooms")
-Looking up to your sister, already being a shadow

Gavin will be 2 in 4 days and I have absolutely no idea where that time went, but I also can't wait to see him grow and develop into a wonderful young man. I have no doubt that Baeleigh and Gavin will both grow up to be productive, successful and loving adults. And, I guess I can say, along with Tommy, "yeah, I did that."

Things I remember about you: Baeleigh

I'm being a little nostalgic lately. There's an inner debate rumbling in my head. I'm 32 years old, 2 kids, a husband of nearly 8 years, great career...and I feel old. Ever feel like you've somehow passed all your milestones? And what's next? I know, I know. I have lots of life left to lead. But somewhere in the back of my head I think: Marriage, check; kids, check; career, check check. I feel like one of those bugs that has fulfilled her destiny and now must just wait to die. Ok, a little dramatic, but that's where I am.

It made me start thinking how fast time has flown by and what do I remember of it, specifically my kids that seem to practically grow in front of my very eyes. Have I savored every last moment of that time together? Have I been that hands-on mom that I wanted to be to date? I want to look back and think of all those fond memories, but sometimes my memory seems clouded. Is that because my life is such a whirlwind of things to do or accomplish that I haven't enjoyed what was in front of me the whole time? I've always thought myself to be a pretty good multi-tasker. Hell, I live for it. So, for more of my own purposes of my own mental sanity, I thought I'd write out a little list of those things I recall off the top of my head, starting with Baeleigh. That way when I practically hyperventilate over the lost time, I can remember those little things about her. It's amazing what I recall when I just give a little time to let the memories bubble up.

-Falling alseep on mommy's chest pratically every night as a baby
-Practically watching "30 Minute Meals" 24-7 on maternity leave, and now you'll watch it voluntarily like she's a lost relative
-Wrinkling up your nose at me, shoulders shrugged
-Trying to wriggle your nose like mommy
-Watching you twirl around (eyes spotting the wrong direction) in the living room til you fell over dizzy or chasing Max
-Your giggly laugh when I tickle your knees
-Chasing or "bumping" Max in your walker
-Catching you at the end of your stairs somersault
-Super-Baeleigh
-Extremely high fevers (103+) with cold rags and popsicles to cool you down
-Throwing you on the bed, bouncing on the bed
-Watching you catch your first fish on your SpongeBob fishing rod
-"Driving" Pop-Pop's boat
-Excercising with me, specifically downward dog and leg kicks
-Eskimo kisses
-Your fascination with lady bugs (though not large balloon versions)
-Pumpkin patches and the zoo (chasing that poor horse and goat around at 17 months to brush it)
-Visits to Smoothie King, the Beach, the park, the No. Beach Farmer's market (to play on the ship)
-Watching you scared out of your wits excited on the county fair and amusement rides
-Cooking muffins for breakast, cookies for Santa and deviled eggs for family get-togethers
-Cuddling on the couch to watch TV/movies
-Picking up rocks in the driveway and finding them in your pockets when we washed the clothes
-Blowing bubbles and eating popsicles on the front porch
-Stooping down to watch the ants go in and out of the cracks on the sidewalk
-Learning to ride your bike on training wheels in the cul-de-sac but not understanding that backwards peddling was the brake
-Helping me sweep and dust, you love the dust pan
-Catching you at the end of the water slides over and over again
-Big Thunder Railroad (wasn't sure you were scared or excited until you said "let's go again")
-Reading you bedtime stories
-Ten gazillion barrettes and ponytails in my hair
-Pink Barbie glasses
-Being a big girl for your first double flu shot (previously it's always taken an army of nurses to hold your screaming self down)
-Being a Room Mom for your first dance recital
-Your pre-school graduation and bawling over the slideshow and when they called your name
-Hugging you before you jumped on the school bus for the very first time to kindergarten
-Watching you read Dr. Suess to your brother
-Helping you with your homework, especially your poems

Feel free to add on.

Miss Literal

Today is Baeleigh's first day back to school from Spring break. As usual, she skipped into the bathroom, having completed none of her morning routine. She was practically bubbling over with energy this morning, not unlike any morning. I asked her, "So, are we going to start off on the right foot today and get a sticker?" This year we've had little trouble with her focusing on classwork, fidgeting in class, not zipping her lip when she's supposed to be quiet, etc. Normal kindergartner behavior, I think. The kids are on a sticker system, where every day they get a sticker placed on their calendar if they were good. Needless to say, we've had a few dry months here and there. Occasionally a streak of stickers (and these tend to coincide with parental and grand-parental bribery), but more comments written in the boxes (i.e., not good). What is Baeleigh's reply to my question about starting out on the right foot? "Mommy, which one is my right foot again?"

I'm guessing today will bring more comments in the box.

The Veggie Masquerade

Not only do I have to hide teeny, tiny veggies amongst the rice, pasta or sauce for Gavin but the veggie masquerade continues with Baeleigh as well. She can spot a broccoli floret from 20 paces.

Their daycare provider cooks them homemade Korean food comprised almost entirely of veggies and oftentimes - gasp! - fish. If a sliver of green bean or cube of carrot even thinks about gracing their plate, it's rejected. A protruded lower lip and a quick whip of the head to the side accompanied by a sharp, "NO!". Or, dejected face, a shriveling of the body into the seat as if I melted her like the wicked witch synchronized perfectly with the hands bringing the hair into the face. Ugh.

I don't get it. Maybe I just need to make it easier on myself and just start pureeing it into the food. I'm not sure which requires more effort - thinking of ways to hide it or watching Baeleigh sit at the table for an hour and a half pout about her dinner. It doesn't sound very appetizing for me to eat that way - cauliflower in my mac-n-cheese, butternut squash pureed into my muffins, spinach in my brownies. Can you tell I've looked over Deceptively Delicious? If only I could find a happy medium.

Mommy-In-Training

Baeleigh begged and pleaded with Santa and any adult that would listen that she wanted a doll-baby that would eat and wet. The Kate Gosselin in me cringed at the picture this painted in my head. Baby food smeared all over everything and wet, or worse "dirty", diapers strewn all over the house. Like taking on the responsibilities of another baby without actually going through the pregnancy. Tommy is probably wondering if this counts as the third that we continue to debate over.

Regardless of my exhaustion over the sheer thought of the doll, we relented. Baeleigh opened up her Baby Alive on Christmas Day and was over the moon. Luckily, this happens to be only a "wetting" Baby Alive. No food required, except the "bottle" you feed her with to make her wet. Enter big sigh of relief here. Curious as to how this doll worked myself, I asked Baeleigh to feed her. She proceeded to hook up the straw to the Baby's mouth (apparently more of a sippie cup than a bottle set-up), then began the horrifying part - at least from a mother's perspective. Baeleigh then literally squeezed that Baby's belly so that the Baby could "suck" the water from the bottle. I can't help but wonder, though, what warped mind came up with exactly how this doll works. I know that she understands it's a toy, but it's just shocking to watch her learn how to be a mommy by practically force-feeding her baby to eat and pumping its stomach like she was performing CPR.

But there is more, later my dad and I were curious as to just how it "peeped" into the diaper. I investigated, unstrapping the diaper. How does it not just come running straight out? Well, apparently the whole exit hole is much smaller, the size of a pin. So, it trickles out. When I asked Baeleigh why I had two wet diapers sitting on my counter instead of the trash, she tells me "Mommy, that's what you do, you just let'em sit there and dry out?" Really? Can I do that with Gavin's diapers? Think of the money I'd save. Granted, the child's saving me from burning through her baby doll diapers, but again what in the world is this doll (or should I say her G - lol!) teaching her?!

Oh, and I don't know about you, but that Baby Alive is creepy looking. This photo above doesn't do its eyes justice. They are huge and darkly lined, bright blue. It certainly doesn't help as I'm reading the last of the Twilight series. You know, with the creepy baby dreams that Bella has?

This Is My Brain on Sprout...

Anyone wondering why I may be forgetful or ditsy at times. I can recite these on command. One only knows what other vital information is being purged from my brain to accommodate this baby "crack". There should be a warning for adults listening to this.

....Any questions?

Oh, and Happy New Year! Here's to 2010 and all that it brings!