fever fever, go away, come again another day!

mosey is down, yet again, with a fever. he's got spurts of feeling great, mixed with stretches of lazy lounging on the couch, mixed with miserable coughing fits. so. it's been four days now, which to some, means a serious illness... but i guess it really hasn't been super bad yet.

i sure am tired, though, folks. waking up during the night to coughing/crying toddler, and then changing my schedule around so that i can manage to start my day super early and work full time but still only pay a sitter half days... it's been tough. but i suppose the extra toddler cuddles makes up for it. he's such a sweet kid. 

i ask him, "are you coughing?" and he says in his pathetic, sad voice, "yeah." 

lovelove,

me

cute spoonerisms and a classic

i've been meaning to write a few cute things down from the last month, for the memories. :)

• Brown Bear Brown Bear What Do You See?
• mosey calls the purple cat "kurckle pat"
• mosey calls the black sheep "sha beep"
• he called mickey mouse, "mick-a-mau" or sometimes "donna." he's already corrected it slightly over time, but it was super cute for a little while there.

lovelove,

h

singing

mosey has sung his first two recognizable songs this past month. ABCs and the itsy bitsy spider. it's pretty amazing, guys. and, have you ever thought about how hard it must be to learn the alphabet? so many sounds to remember. kids are amazing.

that's all. :)

sentences

so, i don't think i mentioned this, but around mo's 2nd birthday, he suddenly began to say short two-word sentences. i know this probably doesn't seem like much, but remember, this kid didn't really start saying much of anything until just a few months ago. to me, it feels like a christmas miracle.

the other day, he used this sentence-power to tell me, "i get it!" when i was trying to take his bib off after dinner. and indeed, he got it. similarly, he's been telling me, "i find it!" and "i did it!" when he is successful in his searching or achieving or whatnot. i am so proud that my heart might really just burst out of my chest.

tonight, during our bedtime story, he was holding the book Hello Animals (a fond throwback from his infant days), and he said, "where'd you go, panda?" and after flipping to the page with the panda, he smiled a satisfied smile and whispered, "panda." i can see why people say this stage is their favorite.

also, the pizza. this kid says the word "zebra" as "pizza." he gets a lot of practice saying "pizza" because, you'd be surprised, there are a lot of zebras in our world. oh, and we love to eat that (pizza, not zebra) too. so... that's confusing.

also, i guess i haven't written in a little while, mosey loves to put together this random monkey matryoshka doll that we have. he put it together with virtually zero assistance yesterday. which basically proves that we have a genius on our hands, no?

lovelove,

sock momma

child proof

the only things that we've child proofed in our house are... some of our outlets. i have figured that i've wanted to teach Mo not to play around with cabinets and drawers. in other words, my parenting philosophy (instead of relying on child proofing items) is that i have wanted to actively teach our child how to behave in the bathroom, kitchen... the real world. it has definitely kept me on my toes, and slightly more anxious than i would have been if there had been safety clips in place, but i believe it's paid off.

also, a kitchen with childproofing clips on everything is such a hassle.

anyway, now, when i leave the cabinet door under the kitchen sink open, he closes it. well, first he takes the all purpose cleaner bottle off the kitchen table and puts it back under the cabinet, and then he closes it. i didn't even teach him that part.

also, new favorite phrase these days: "oh der dare" for "over there." LOVE it.

lovelove,

me

the end of day 3, aka, the end of potty training

folks, as of this afternoon, we are no officially longer "officially" potty training.

yesterday and today were somewhat better in terms of pairs of underwear--only three pairs yesterday and three today. he also didn't drink as many fluids, which i'm certain had a role to play. but after three full days of persistent potty training, practice running to the bathroom, praises for dry underwear, disapproval for wet underwear (even emphatically claiming that his pal elmo doesn't like wet underwear), cleaning up puddles together (following that book's instructions)...

i watched as my son squatted in the middle of the hallway and peed a medium-sized puddle.

that was the moment when i suddenly lost my will to potty train. it just drained right out of me, especially as i began the protocol, and he dropped his truck into the puddle of urine. i tried to do the drill, but i just didn't have it in me. i couldn't do it. i realized i had failed. we sopped up the mess. i sat him on the potty and then gave him a quick bath. i left him naked, disinfected the floor, washed the truck, and snapped at him when he tried to flush the toilet when nothing was in there. i hate when i snap at that sweet boy.

i thought to myself, "self, you should have bought that bottle of wine."

he's going back to daycare tomorrow, and i can't in good conscience send him there with underwear on. so. diapers it is. hello-four-year-old-moses-with-diapers-on.

i do feel like i wasted a perfectly good labor day weekend with astoundingly hard labor. but i gave it the best try i could, and after a short cry about it this afternoon, i'm okay with how it's turned out. i am confident that though mosey has nearly all of the readiness signs, he is just not ready. i think he'll have the desire to wear big boy pants and go on the potty as he wants more independence, but for now, when i ask him if he's a baby, he says simply, "yeah." and that's okay with me.

lovelove,
momma mia