If you haven't enjoyed a 2.5 yo lately, you should. I have one to share, but I know he won't perform for you as well as he does for us here at home. Along with his expressive hunger pangs he's also very inquisitive: "Mom, er Dad, What are you doing?" [he really does switch between mom and dad like that, guess he's practicing like we do...] To which one must respond in a short time frame lest the question be asked again... and again... and again. We try to keep him from learning to ask repeatedly therefore we must answer him. Next we'll try training him to ask once then waiting for the answer. Somewhere in this post is the answer for which I'm looking.
You train them for years. They learn your every skill, right down to the annoying "I must have a plan for everything or surely it will all fall apart!". How did I come to a place where my first born must know what is going on at all times and be in on the planning of the event/day/outing/week? I like this trait some times, but when I'm trying to surprise him, it's really difficult. Perhaps I should just quit trying to surprise him. Perhaps I should just quit doing special things for him...
Special skills, we'll call it that for now. I just learned that Man in the Middle (MitM)has been teaching his girl cousins some pretty amazing things. They are younger and very impressionable. Arranging your child's bedroom furniture so that they can climb all around and through the room without ever touching the floor is not the best idea for raising boys. However, it works great for girls... until said boys visit! Last time MitM was visiting he led a parade from the dresser to the crib to the bed all the while Nice Niece #1 and #2 followed suit.
Onto the Did you know section of this blog: Did you know that pediatricians are now recommending (on what basis I'll never know) that kids be in a booster seat until they are 57.5 inches tall? Weight doesn't matter, age isn't a factor, height is. I beat that height by only 6 inches. I used to think I was on the verge of beginning to be tall until I was, in no uncertain terms, declared to be short. This booster seat info, while not changing my behaviour toward MitM who is significantly less than 57.5" tall or L, who lacks only 4", leaves me feeling even shorter in this world. L has several years to grow and he's less than 10" away from my height.
Other crazy things Pediatricians have told me and various friends over the years: Babies must sleep on their sides. Bunk beds are dangerous. Babies must sleep on their backs. Bicycles are dangerous. Babies must sleep on their tummies. Skateboards are dangerous. Babies must sleep. Trampolines are dangerous. Babies must eat. Skates are dangerous. Get rid of them all.
... They didn't read about the gators did they? Praise the Lord I don't have ER bracelets to go with each of these points...
No answers found today. Just a few more ramblings...
Monday, July 14, 2008
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Haha...that's so funny. As I watch these other moms of older boys I'm thankful I get to work up to the tree-climbing-phase in life (and with a girl first!). I think I need practice at being relaxed (my mom's going to laugh at this one if she happens to read it since I am what caused her to become a relaxed mom in a hurry!).
Its better in the car. "How many more hours until we're there?" "Are we getting close?" "I'm hungry (again)" "I have to go to the bathroom (again)"
Yep, we're constantly training.
Uh oh...we just built a bunk bed for the girls last weekend. Hopers has only fallen off the ladder twice. Is that bad? :)
Catching up on Bloggy-World today...must not be much happening at the River!
I grew up in the midst of 3 brothers..top to bottom of 4 is only 5 1/2 years! I remember the destruction...especially to my dolls. I remember the trips to the ER --me only twice because of their dares. My poor parents...
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