January 26, 2012

Eating Where the Grownups Eat

At 19 months old, Bug has decided that he is d.o.n.e. with his highchair.  We went through 3 or 4 days of screaming fits and armadillo-ing (the act of a child curling up into a ball whenever you try to get them to do something… such as put them in their highchair) each and every time we tried to put him in his highchair.  You know, the highchair he has sat in 4-5 times a day for the last year of his short little life.  My back = not okay with this situation.  You try holding a 25 pound child in mid-air while he curls up in a ball.  See how your back likes it.

Anywho, our solution was to attach the portable highchair to the table.  Voila.  Awesome sauce.  Looks like he just wanted to sit at the table like the adults do.  Several people have mentioned to me using one of those booster seats that straps on to a regular chair, but our kitchen table is a high top, meaning our kitchen chairs are more like bar stools.  The thought of him being up that high and rocking back and forth and side to side in a booster seat on a bar stool freaks me out.  Read: it would really hurt if he somehow rocked the chair over.

So, for now, he is dining in the portable highchair.  It’s going to be a little harder to keep clean than the old highchair, but that’s okay.  At least my child will sit in it without screaming a bloody murder “Noooooooo!!!!” for each snack and mealtime.  BTW, the old highchair is now packed away in the garage… one more baby thing out of my house… which is part awesome and part makes me want to curl up into my own armadillo ball and cry because my baby is growing up way too fast.

Also, I’d like to let you know that Bug put that headband on his own head.  He’s a big fan of playing dress-up.

When did your child refuse to sit in stop using a highchair?

January 24, 2012

The Anniversary

No, not my blog’s anniversary.  My actual anniversary.  Or rather, our actual wedding anniversary… 5 years to be exact.  I feel like 5 years is kind of a big deal.  We’re definitely not newlyweds anymore, but we still have so much ahead of us.  I’m not very good at all the mushy stuff, so I’m just going to to leave it at this: Hubby rocks and I love him.  The end.

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Normally, all we do for our anniversary is go out to dinner.  We’re not big celebrators.  However, to celebrate 5 whole years of marriage, we left Bug at home and took off to St. Augustine for the weekend.  Don’t worry… we left Bug with plenty of food, water & diapers.  St. Augustine is one of the oldest cities in the country and has lots of historic stuff to do, like the Castillo de San Marcos (read: badass fort), as well as lots of really hokey touristy stuff, like Ripley’s Believe It or Not and Potter’s Wax Museum.  We did none of that… save the fort, because it was actually really cool.

The reason we went to St. Augustine had nothing to do with what the city offered.  We chose that location because it holds a lot of memories for us.  See, we went to college at the University of Florida in Gainesville and Hubby’s best friend Trevor (T-Bone) went to college at Flagler in St. Augustine, only about an hour & a half away from us.  We spent a lot of weekends visiting T-Bone because 1) we love T-Bone and b) there tends to be good surf in St. Augustine.  We chose St. Augustine to relive some awesome old memories of the dating years and to make some new awesome memories.

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We heard an ad for the Matanzas 5000 on the radio on the drive up, so we signed up when we got in town.  Nothing like an impromptu 5k during a vacation getaway, huh?  It was amazing.  The race started and finished just a few blocks from our bed & breakfast and ran us along the river and through the historic downtown, which is beautiful.  Hubby finished with a 26:50 and I finished with a 26:51 – woohoo PRs!!!  That beats my last 5k time by 10 seconds.  Yay!  After running, we ate a fantastic breakfast and then headed to the beach for a surf session.  It was the first time I’ve surfed since before I was pregnant.  Like riding a bike, except for somehow I am now better at riding the metaphorical bike than I used to be.  Maybe all of this running has made me a better surfer?

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After the beach we headed to Nalu’s.  Hands down the best fish tacos you will ever eat anywhere.  I’d link to their website… but they don’t have one, seeing as they are a food trailer in the parking lot of a surf shop.  They’ve been there for like a decade and we never miss Nalu’s when we are in St. Augustine.  We’ll even drive out of the way to get fish tacos if need be.  They’re that good.

After a good nap, we walked around town and grabbed drinks at a couple bars with good live music before heading to our 9:00 reservations at The Tasting Room.  My drinks included Red Bull in order to stay awake late enough for dinner.  I could go on and on about The Tasting Room, but let’s just say it was nothing short of incredible.  Amazing atmosphere, delicious food, outstanding service.  We had to wait quite a while for our table and they wined & dined us to make up for the wait in their wine cellar.  Now, I’m a foodie & a wine nerd, so I was totally geeking out just sitting in the wine cellar.  I poured over the wine list with a perma-smile and might have touched a bottle or two of things I will probably never be able to afford to even taste.

Here we are, tired & full & slightly drunk after a perfect day.  Running, eating, surfing, eating, napping, drinking, eating.  Of course, while it was really nice to have a weekend away without a toddler in tow, we saw a million things that Bug would have loved (coolest playground ever!  Pirate Museum!  shooting cannons at the fort!) and we vowed to bring him to St. Augustine when he’s a little older.  Apparently he didn’t miss us too much… both sets of grandparents kept the little guy busy & happy as a clam all weekend long and he didn’t ask for us even once.

How do you celebrate your anniversary?  Something different every year?

January 23, 2012

Getting Dressed

Lately, Bug has been a big fan of getting dressed himself.  Not that he’s very good at it yet, but I am incredibly impressed at his efforts.

You have to hand him his shirt a certain way for him to be able to pull it over his head, but for the most part he can get it almost all the way on his head by himself.

Of course, sometimes he misses.

He used to be only interested in putting his own shirt on, but Mr. Determined has now decided that putting your own pants on is equally as awesome.  He needs a little help deciphering which leg goes in which hole and he needs help pulling them all the way up, but kid is seriously on a getting dressed role.

This is his, “Yeah, I pretty much did this all myself” face… “No big deal, guys.”  Wrong, Bug.  Big deal.  We’re proud of you, buddy.

January 22, 2012

Weirdo

Bug decided it would be fun to play with his cars with a hand puppet on one hand and a toy banana in his mouth.  No biggie.

January 20, 2012

Goofy Things

Bug is a goofy kid.  He likes to laugh and he likes to make other people laugh.  He thinks it is pretty much the greatest thing in the world when you’re laughing at something he’s done on purpose.  This might get him in some trouble at some point in his life, but I’m okay with that.  I’d much rather have the kid that gets in trouble for making people laugh than the kid that gets in trouble for punching other kids in the face.

Last weekend, Bug’s Great Aunt Jenny & Great Uncle Ron came by for a visit.  Bug had a blast playing with them, and I think the best part of his day was showing off wearing Daddy’s shoes around the house.  He couldn’t walk more than 3 steps without falling.  Smile on his face the whole time.

Goofness.

January 19, 2012

The Brushing of the Teeth Part Deux: The Battle Subsides

Back in November, I posted about the daily battle that was brushing Bug’s teeth.  Well, guess what?

I WON.

I had some really wonderful suggestions from some really wonderful readers.  I tried just about every one of them… upside down teeth brushing as a fun game, giving him a novel toy as a distraction, Unfortunately, none of them worked (well, almost, but I’ll get to that in a minute).

You’re totally wondering how I won, right?  It is super exciting… something amazing that you’d never guess.  Ready?

Toothpaste.

I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to use toothpaste until they’re 2, but whatevs.  The Orajel tube says 18 months, so there.

I put the tiniest little dollop on his little electric toothbrush and he goes to town.  Sure, he still sucks on it quite a bit, but he actually mimics me and moves the brush around on his teeth.  Then, THEN, I tell him that Mommy gets to do it “just one time” (VERY IMPORTANT PHRASE, BTW) and then he can have it back.  Kate from This Place is Now a Home gave me the making-it-a-big-deal-that-we-take-turns idea.  He is never super excited about this, but he at least gives me about 45 seconds to brush his teeth properly.

I consider that a win.

That, and the fact that he actually asks to brush his teeth (“bruh teeeh!”).  Every day.  Even knowing that Momma is going to get in there and do her thing.

Also, he totally imitates spitting after he brushes his teeth, though he’s really just making the noise and not spitting at all.  Hilarious.

So my question now: I know that Kate (whose father-in-law is a pediatric dentist) has already taken Owen to the dentist, but our pediatrician told me he didn’t need to go until he is like 3.  When did you take your kid to the dentist for the first time?

January 17, 2012

Football!

Bug LOVES football.  I have a picture somewhere of him at like 4 months old just staring down a Gator game.  Hands clasped together and not taking his eyes off the screen.  Then, I thought it was just all the pretty colors he was looking at, but now I am fairly certain that he was falling in love with the game.

If ESPN so much as flickers across the TV screen, we hear an immediate “FOOTBALL!!!”… which really sounds more like “BOBALL!!!”  There really is enough excitement in little man’s face to warrant three exclamation points.  We are huge Florida Gators (Hubby & I both went to school there) and, obviously, Gator football takes precedence over just about everything else on Saturdays during college football season.  Bug caught on to this.  Any time he sees Gator anything, including pictures of alligators in books, he screams “FOOTBALL!!!”  The other day, Hubby and Bug were driving and Bug started yelling “FOOTBALL!!!”  Hubby had no clue why he, all of a sudden, was thinking about football.  Well, there was a Gator sticker on the car next to them.  Kid misses nothing.

For Christmas, Awesome Auntie Annie gave Bug one of his favorite gifts… a set of balls (heh.): a basketball, soccer ball, and football sized for little hands.  Buggy LOVES them all… but he, of course, especially loves his football.  He’s getting pretty good at throwing it… and he is also getting pretty good at tackling when we play football in the yard.  We probably need to have the conversation that we don’t tackle our friends, because I can see that going badly at school.

Poor guy, though… because chances that he’s going to be a great football player are pretty slim.  His Daddy & Mommy are not exactly large people.  If When he wants to play football, we will be behind him 100%.  Maybe, just maybe, he’ll be the really fast, but little, receiver for the Gators one day.

January 13, 2012

Daddy’s Boy

To say the Bug is a Daddy’s boy is kind of an understatement.  “Daddee” is the first word he utters in the morning.  On weekdays, we wake up after Daddy leaves for work, and I have to walk Bug around the house to prove that Daddy is in fact, actually & truly not there.  And then, he’s usually devastated for like 2 whole minutes.  When Daddy is home, but just in another room, Bug wanders around the house yelling, “Daaaaadddeeeee” until he finds the dude that he looks up to the most.  Melts. my. heart.

Hubby had off work the week after Christmas… and Buggy had off of school.  I am pretty sure the boy thought he was in heaven because he got to hang out with dad every single day for like 10 days straight.  Hubby’s first day back to work was a little difficult for Bug, needless to say.  Could have had something to do with him not napping at school.

***Side note: UPDATE… he is now napping again at school, thankyouverymuch.  Or, at least, he napped on Wednesday this week.  So, hopefully I didn’t just screw us all over and he’ll nap again tomorrow.  Also, I have been informed by my friend Matt that the line “no more naps” is from Honey I Blew Up the Kid.  Thank you to Matt for being THE ONLY ONE who helped me out there.***

Frankly, it doesn’t even bother me that he would rather go to Hubby 9 times out of 10 (except when he’s hurt… then he wants his Momma).  It doesn’t bother me that he rarely calls out for me.  It doesn’t even bother me that sometimes he goofs and calls me Daddy.  In all honesty, I LOVE that Bug loves his Daddy so much.  I mean, come on… he’s a pretty awesome Daddy to have.  He wrestles, makes up silly songs, gives lots of kisses and hugs and snuggles.

I think it doesn’t really bother me because at some point, several months ago, Bug was a Momma’s boy.  And, I am sure, at some point in the future, he will be a Momma’s boy again.  I bet he plays us back and forth his entire life, the smartypants.  Just when one parent is really missing being his favorite… BAM… he’ll start paying more attention to said parent just so he can get an extra cookie after dinner, or a a few extra minutes before bedtime, or a new car.

I can’t help but think that the fact that Bug gets to spend so much one-on-one time with Daddy contributes to his being all-about-Dad.  Because of my schedule, Bug gets to have Daddy to himself at least 3 nights a week… and sometimes 4 or 5.  We get a lot of people that tell us it’s too bad we don’t get to spend more family time together, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.  It gives Bug & Hubby some really awesome bonding time that a lot of dads don’t get.  It gives them time to develop their own set of games, their own set of rules, their own set of special moments that I can’t interfere with.  I certainly get my own bonding time with Buggy, and we get a good amount of family time, too, but that time with Daddy is special.

Is your kiddo a Mommy’s kid or a Daddy’s kid?  Do they tend to go back and forth?

January 11, 2012

Talky Talky

At long last, I think Bug is starting to talk.  I mean, I’ve heard that boys are generally on the slower side of the whole developing their vocab thing… I just didn’t think it would take THIS LONG for decipherable words to come out of the boy’s mouth.  He’s been saying a few decipherable things for a long time… Dada, Mama, hi (“hiyee”), bye-bye (“buh-bye”), more (“moh”), Papa… but that’s been pretty much it.  He’s been saying lots of undecipherable things for about a month or two, but they have pretty much just been words that only Hubby & I understand.  He also babbles non.stop., but, again, not a word of it sounds like an actual word.

Bug’s preschool did their bi-annual evaluations of the kiddos last week and communication was his only problem area.  (Side note: I may or may not do a whole separate post on the evaluation thing, because I thought it was really cool, but no promises.)  Apparently, though, he is pretty much on par with the rest of the kids in his class, so that made me feel pretty good.  He imitates well, and he has no problem getting his point across when he wants something, it’s just the actual using of the words thing that he hadn’t quite figured out.  And, I think that’s mostly just him being lazy.  He has this awful moany grunt noise that he uses when he wants something… so we (and by we I mean our entire family and his amazing teachers) are encouraging him to “use your words” instead of groaning and pointing.  9 times out of 10 we know what he wants, but he’s not allowed to get that thing until he uses a word for it.  Even if we can’t really understand that word, as long as he calmly asks for something by name.  Needless to say, there’s been a lot of “use your words, please” and “if you want juice, say ‘juice’.”

I kind of went off track a little bit there… sorry.  Back to the main point of this post:  he is finally starting to get some true words out of his mouth.  Just in the last week or so, he’s picked up mouth, nose, eyes, apple, bite, bike, hot, hat, butt (heh.), cheese and probably a few more that I can’t think of at the moment.  Oh, and he says Daddy instead of Dada now.  Melts my heart.

Everyone keeps telling me not to rush the talking business because once they start, they don’t stop.  To tell you the truth, though, I love it.  I love being able to communicate with him instead of just guessing what it is he wants.  I love that I can ask him what fruit he wants with breakfast and he’ll answer “apple.”  I love having little conversations with him even though I have no earthly idea what he is saying.  People said the same thing to me when he started walking… “don’t push him to walk early because then you’ll have to keep up with him and he’ll be into everything.”  I was ecstatic when Bug started walking and never once wished he wasn’t walking yet.  It gave him this sense of independence.  Speaking is doing the same thing for him and I can’t wait to hear more.

When did your kids start really talking?

January 10, 2012

No More Naps!!!

***I am pretty sure “no more naps!” is from a movie.  However, I can’t remember what movie it’s from and it’s really starting to annoy me.  If you know what movie it is… I beg you to tell me and end my suffering.  Thanks.***

Bug has decided that he is done napping at school.  Lucky for me, he is taking rock star 2 1/2 hour naps at home… but that’s besides the point.  For some reason, after the two week Christmas break from school, he just won’t go to sleep.  On Wednesday, his daily note said that he not only didn’t sleep, but that he was disruptive to his friends that were trying to sleep.  Fantastic.  He’s only in school Monday, Wednesday, Friday, so thus far we’re only talking 4 days here that he hasn’t napped, but still.  Not okay, little dude.  I am pretty sure his teachers are not okay with this either.

The best part about him not napping at school?  He is a raging lunatic by the time he gets home.  Boy NEEDS his sleep.

I’m not really sure what to do about this.  We follow the same schedule at home as they do at school.  He goes to bed around 7:30 and wakes up around 7:30, so it’s not like he’s getting too little or too much sleep at home.  And, as I mentioned above, he is napping at home just fine.  He had a really hard time napping at school when he first started back in September, so maybe the break just threw him off.  Maybe he just needs a few weeks to readjust to napping with all of his buddies in the same room and all of the extra noise around him.

I just hope his teachers don’t expel him before then.

Did your kiddos have a hard time readjusting after Christmas break?

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