Ladies first

Hello!

 

Happy Wednesday!

 

Holy shit! Well, more accurately, holy urine. I actually laughed out loud today at the tantrum my son had. I couldn’t help it. It was just yesterday I was thinking that it has been a while since Aiden had a good meltdown. You know the lay on the floor and scream kinda fit. I jinxed myself. I caused one today- I was the culprit. All I did was ask him if he wanted to pee on the potty. What was I thinking?

 

He had just woken from a nap and seeing as we are in the midst of potty training I asked Aiden if he had to use the potty. It must have been too soon because he crossed his arms across his chest and sternly said No. I said “Okay, well I’ll go then”. Usually this sends him running to the potty because he likes to do everything first. It’s how we get him to eat supper too, we threaten to eat it. It works. Anyways, I told him I was going to go to potty if he wasn’t, this time I meant it. So I turn to walk to the washroom and he starts running. I figured my trick was working yet again. Before I could pat myself on the back, I realize Aiden was standing in front of the toilet, protecting it like you would a tree threatened to be cut down. I asked him again if he had to use the potty and he said No. So I moved him and proceeded to use the potty myself. Well, all hell broke loose.

 

The next thing I know he is outside the bathroom door screaming and crying, fists pounding the floor, drool and boogers all over the place. I looked at him, laughed (literally) and stepped over him. Give me a break kid, I just had a baby, I can’t trust my bladder. I can’t assume that holding my pee will actually work so if you aren’t peeing, I am. One way or the other.

 

So I leave him be for a minute to get his rage out of his system and less than a minute later I walk into the bathroom and there is water everywhere. On the cupboards, on the toilet bowl, on the floor, on Aiden’s pant leg. And his hands are icy cold. Damn it, his hands are cold…..which means one thing. He put his hands in the toilet water.

 

Is this happening?

 

I ask what he did and he told me that he wanted to get my pee out of the toilet because he wanted to pee first, so he was splashing it away. The toilet had been flushed of course but it was disgusting nonetheless. Then he proceeds to tell me that the toilet was just too big and heavy for him to knock down. So after putting his hands in the toilet water he attempted to knock over the toilet? All because I had to relieve myself.?I didn’t want to think about what would have happened if I had ‘dropped a deuce’, as his father has taught him to say.

 

After I washed his hands, cleaned his face and unfortunately changed a wet pull up, we had a little talk about it being okay for Mommy to pee if he doesn’t have to. He understood.I hope he learned a lesson.

 

I know I did. For the love of god, next time I’ll just cross my legs, do a kegel and wait for the sensation to pass.

 

Hugs & smiles,

Sonya

 

Act your age, not your shoe size

Hello,

Happy Friday!

This morning my oldest son got into a fight with a Fibre 1 granola bar. I can’t even tell you who won. He’s at that stage where he wants to do everything himself. Everything. So I gave him the granola bar, he attempted to open it (as he has done in the past) and he couldn’t tear the wrapper. I offered to help but of course he said no. Instead he wrestled with the package until the granola bar was molded into the shape of his little hand. Still wouldn’t opened. He yelled at it, he wanted to throw it at the wall, I know he did, and yet he still wouldn’t accept my help. It would have been half comical if it hadn’t been my kid. Anyways, after literally 3 minutes he gave up and turned to me and said “Mommy, can you help me?” Of course I did what any loving Mother would do……I told him to do it himself and walked away.

No I didn’t!! Haha! Of course I never. Yes, that is what I wanted to do but I never. I said “Of course I will honey”, smiled and tore open the side of the wrapper and handed it back to him so he could take pride in pulling the mutilated bar out of the wrapper. He took two bites and laid it down and walked away. He was done. Seriously, that huge fight for two measly bites? Who am I to complain? I ate the leftovers 😉

Since Camryn has come along, I forget that Aiden is only 2.5 years old sometimes. It’s like in my mind, having a younger son should have aged Aiden. Making him more mature. I expect more of him now. Pre-Camryn, some things that would have been acceptable 2.5 year old behavior in my mind now seem childish to me, when really it is just normal 2.5 year old behavior. I admit that sometimes I feel like telling Aiden to grow up. I want to yell “You are almost three years old for god sakes!!”, when I see him throwing a fit because heaven forbid I took the straw out of the box when he wanted to. Truth is, I’m too busy and tired to deal with such excitement.

I have my hands full ever since Camryn came along so little tantrums like the straw one above frustrate me to no end. Here I am with a screaming 11 week old in my arms, trying to figure out some magic way to stop him from crying, while preparing a bottle and dealing with Aiden freaking out over a STRAW? I wanted to take the box of straws and say “Fine, get itself yourself you sook!” but instead I said calmly (well it seemed calm to my own ears) “Aiden, your brother is crying and I don’t need you to start too”.   

Dealing with two kids is fun 😉 For the most part things run relatively smoothly but things change by the day. Of course, situations always arise like this morning, when Aiden decided that the pillow that Camryn was laying against was the exact one that HE wanted to sit on (for the first time ever I might add). Well look out! He pulled the pillow out from underneath his brother so poor Camryn started to tumble sideways. Good thing I was close by so I caught him. Aiden better be prepared because I know little Cam is making mental notes and will one day give his older brother a good knock for the things he did to him when he wasn’t old enough to hold his own head up.

As always, you take the good days with the bad days. It’s funny how fast a good day can turn into a bad day and vice versa. I guess that is what happens when your day is determined by the moods of children. When Camryn is crying, Aiden’s reaction depends on his mood. Sometimes he will put his hands over his ears and yell “Camryn STOP crying!!!”. I tell him not to yell at his brother when I really can’t blame him because I am yelling the same thing in my head! Other days, I’ll find him sitting next to Camryn, as close as he can get, and asking him if he’s okay and telling him he loves him. It’s so sweet.

At times, Aiden can be a real A**. For lack of a better word. Sometimes he says things merely for shock value I am sure. “You did NOT just say that to me” I hear myself saying.  For example, telling me “I told you to go away Mommy. NOW”.  He thinks if he adds a smile, tilts his head and talks more gently, that he can get away with it. Smart little bugger.

He is too smart for his own good, I swear! I was reading him a bedtime story last night and it was a long one so I was skimming through it, leaving out a line here or there. Aiden noticed (of course) and said “Mommy, you missed a line! ” He then proceeded to recite the line that I ”accidentally” skipped over, as if he himself was reading the book. Amazing! “Aiden was right” he then said with a smile. He has an amazing memory. It blows my mind sometimes.

Then there are times when he really does act older than his age. “Mommy, I am upset right now because you closed the iPad before I was finished”. Here he is, telling me his feelings (I hope he keeps this trait as he grows up, he is male after all. lol). I apologize but remind him that he is only allowed to have the iPad for a certain amount of time, then he has to go back to playing with his ‘real’ toys. Then he falls to the ground in a fit of rage. Kicking and screaming. Oh yes, there’s that very subtle reminder that he is 2 1/2.. I just step over him and go pick up his brother. He’ll get over it, he always does.

This same small boy who cries when I close the iPad or wash his favorite blankie is the same boy who asks to snuggle with me, and his blankie, when he’s tired. He is old enough to tell me that he loves me (thisssssssssssssss much) and young enough to need me to hold him when he’s scared. Compared to his little brother he seems so big, so I guess that’s why in my mind he grew up overnight. But he never. His world just changed overnight and he is adjusting in the best way he knows how. Even if that involves a tantrum that is inconvenient for me.

He may be testing his boundaries and want to be Mr. Independent but the truth is, he’s still my baby. He will always be my baby. Having another baby doesn’t change that.