Archive for the 'Milestones' Category

First Haircut

Thursday, March 27th, 2008

Disclaimer: Ok, technically it’s not her first haircut… but it is the first one in about… 2 years? Give or take. I cut her hair a couple of times when she was a baby because it would grow in at all different lengths. But this is the first “big girl” haircut.

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It’s probably not perfectly even, but the client isn’t complaining.  With all my pleading with her to SIT STILL while I was waiving a pair of scissors around, she’s probably just relieved that both her ears are still attached.

And so am I.

2, Going on 16

Friday, January 25th, 2008

Well, we’ve officially begun it.

You know, the “it” that has had me shrinking away in anticipation and cringing at the very thought. The “it” that I have successfully procrastinated on starting for almost a year. The IT that means my every move for the next several months will be strategically planned around access to the nearest bathroom.
Yep. Potty training. (insert duhn duhn DUHN music here)

Little Button did very well yesterday, and successfully peed in the potty at least 3 times (could have been 4, I lost count). Each time she pees in the potty, she gets a “special treat,” which usually means a small fistful of M&Ms or Reece’s Pieces.

We’ve found “special treats” to be a huge motivator, as our child has inherited her mother’s sweet tooth. Not entirely unpredictable, since she was pretty much fed chocolate intravenously during the entire 9 months of my pregnancy.

This morning she was attempting to go pee in the potty, and it just wasn’t happening. She started giving herself a pep talk about if she goes pee in the potty, then she can have a special treat.

Daddo: “What kind of special treat do you want?”
Button: “Money. I need some money.”
Daddo: (blink, blink)

OH, LORD HELP US.

Halloween

Wednesday, November 7th, 2007

Yes, I’m behind.  I have guilt.  But WordPress has suddenly become very temperamental about the whole “uploading pictures” thing.

We only went trick-or-treating at 2 houses for Halloween, on account of spending the evening at the church Fall Festival. But Little Button caught on immediately. Stand and the door in your Tigger costume and say “tickertreat” when it opens, and someone will offer you CANDY? And even let you EAT IT? Su-weet!

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On the way to the Fall Festival, she snacked on her costume in anticipation of all the candy we told her she would accumulate at the fair … I swear we feed her.

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Once we made it to the festival, however, she claimed a death grip on a very sticky lollipop and didn’t put it down for the rest of the evening. She even did a barrel race one-handed, because using both hands would require lending the CANDY! I WANT CANDY! to Mama for 5 seconds, and that … that would be a fate worse than death.

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Button was a very busy girl that evening. She fed the animals (fortunately, pre-lollipop):

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…rode some rides, played some games, acquired a nice collection of candy, and even developed a huge crush on the Chik-Fil-A cow:

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It was love at first sight. She spent several minutes staring at him in wonder from afar before working up the courage to introduce herself. When he bent down to give her a hug, she ran into his arms and exclaimed “I love you!”

As it turns out, the church could have saved a bunch of money on this whole carnival-esque shindig, because (aside from the cow) her most favorite part was not the train ride, the many bounce houses, nor the games. It was the small bales of hay stacked everywhere for decoration.

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She climbed on every single one we passed, and could have continued to do so for several hours if left to her own devices.

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Despite overstimulation and a sugar high, we made it through the evening enjoyably, and I think Halloween will officially enter Little Button’s list of Cool Holidays to be Repeated with More Orange Lollipops Next Time Please Mama Thank You.  At the end of the night she was exhausted, but left in high spirits, dragging her backpack behind her.

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Maybe J Should Take Her Next Time

Wednesday, April 18th, 2007

Yesterday we had The Visit… Little Button’s 18-Month checkup at the doctor.

Actually, I should just start using the phrase “Nurse’s Visit” because I can’t remember the last time my child was actually seen by her doctor. Unlike some people, whose pediatricians have obviously spent enough time with their kids to recognize BOTH parents (!!!) in a non-office-type setting in which the child is absent, our pediatrician wouldn’t know my child from Winnie the Pooh, with the possible exception that my daughter is slightly less fuzzy.

So as other moms have so accurately detailed, there’s something strange that happens when an ordinary mom takes her ordinary child into the ordinary pediatrician’s nurse’s office. I don’t know the name for this phenomenon, but I think it falls somewhere between pensive insecurity and psycho-ree!-ree!-ree!

The first thing you have to do when you go in is answer a bunch of questions about your child’s development. The questions are yes/no answers and those are the only choices. Once you hit 3 “no’s” then you have to stop, signaling the end of your child’s developmental progress.

But it’s not like an internet quiz where you get results at the end. Nobody ever tells you WHAT the questions are FOR, or what they mean, or at what point it’s normal and OK that you have to stop.

Which makes it all the more nerve-wracking. All you know is that “yes” is good, and “no” is bad.

And here’s the kicker… if you don’t know the answer, or the child has not had the opportunity to try the skill mentioned - you have to answer “no.”

This is a problem for me because I’m not good at tests. Especially when I didn’t study. Because really they’re not testing HER. They’re testing ME.

YOU HAVEN’T HANDED YOUR KID 5 BLOCKS TO STACK? FAIL! YOU FAIL!

Now, most of the questions we breezed through pretty easily.

Can your child pick up a ball and throw it overhand?

One of her favorite hobbies is to remove the dog’s chew toy from his mouth, run away giggling while he tries to get it back, and then throw it at him. So I felt pretty confident in answering Yes to this one.

Without being guided by you, can your child scribble with a pencil or crayon?

Um…have you seen my bathtub?

Can your child recognize and point to objects in a book when they are named?

And tell you what it’s called and what noise it makes and what color it is and whether there are one! or two! butterflies.

Does your child know her body parts, like facial features?

Yes. She can name and point to hers, and mine, and her stuffed animals’ and Dora’s. …Ok, she can’t decide whether a shin is her knee or her foot, and she tells me her mouth is hot when her throat hurts…but she totally knows everything else.

Can your child string two or more words together to communicate?

If you planted a tape recorder in our house, you would hear a never-ending stream of “poopy butt!” and “owie arm, kiss!” and “open O’s please Mama” and “outside please!” and “go away puppy!” and “thank you thank you thank you” and “up stairs, open (the gate) please”? Yeah.

But then they got harder…

“Can your child dress/undress herself, other than socks, shoes, hats, accessories?”

Um…is she supposed to be doing that? I can’t remember if she’s ever tried, but I know if she had I would have discouraged the behavior. The last thing I need is my kid doing a strip tease in the middle of Target.

“Can your child hold and drink from a cup without a lid or spout, without spilling?”

Um…what? Do you know how much carpet we have in our house??? Why on earth would I voluntarily hand a 1-year-old a cup that doesn’t have a sippy top on it?

I’ll tell you why. Because this stupid question stumped me at the nurse’s office and was “no” #3. The end, you’re dead, thanks for playing. So naturally I had to go home and try it.

I handed her a glass of water in the form of a sippy cup without the handles and lid. And by golly - she did it! I mean, eventually she got some up her nose and down her shirt, but that was after I let her carry it around the house.

Which is all fine and good, but the nurse’s office didn’t know that she could do it …I had answered “NO” on the questionnaire. They think my child is inept at the holding and the drinking.

“Should I call the office and tell them to change the answer to that question? To say YES, she can hold and drink from a cup?”

“Are you serious? You’re still worried about that?”

“But she can do it. And I said she couldn’t.”

“So?”

The nurse had told me that most kids her age couldn’t do the holding and the drinking thing. The nurse had also told me that most 18-month olds threw tantrums during their checkups.

So why was I so horrified that Little Button had thrown a tantrum about half-way through the visit?

Because it wasn’t like her. The nurse was getting the wrong impression of my daughter. She had woken up 2 hours early that morning and had not had a nap, in addition to just getting over a fever and sore throat. Under normal circumstances she would have been happy through the entire visit. At least until the rounds of immunizations.

Dear Nurse,

My daughter can hold and drink from a cup. Without a lid. Just so you know. And today she took her pants off all by herself. And normally she’s a very happy child but she was sick and tired at the visit.

I just thought you should know about that in case you were thinking about recommending that we hold her back from the first grade 3 years from now based on those questions. I also think you need to add an option after each question that says “If NO, please explain…” …or at least have “n/a” as one of the answer choices. You really should consider that.

Sincerely,
Does my kid get a gold star?

Dear Little Button,

I’m sorry your mother is such a spazz.

Love,
Mama

PS: One day I fully expect you to start telling people we’re not actually related and that you found me in the park somewhere and decided to bring me home and now I just follow you around wagging my tail and begging for treats. Unfortunately, nobody will believe you because you inherited all my facial expressions.

Better Late Than Never

Thursday, March 1st, 2007

I don’t know why it seems obligatory to give a “Birthday Report,” but it does. I think it’s like the 23rd Law of Blogging: If you talk about an event before its occurrence it’s required to recap the event after it happens. Or something.

We did go to Red Lobster and the crab was a little too salty this time, but the biscuits were as good as ever. And really, who doesn’t go to Red Lobster for the biscuits anyway.

I scored (among other things) a fabulous gift certificate to Ebay, which I’ve been having fun hoarding and window-shopping with. And my body wrap - actually, two body wraps because J and my parents both got me one. SUWEET.

I have an appointment tomorrow morning and I’m so totally excited about it. I’m feeling really fat right now and losing a few inches in a matter of hours seems too good to be true, but I’m more than willing to give it a try!

I stepped on the scale yesterday to find that once again, I have reached an alltime high. Not a good thing. So I went on a diet yesterday and lost half a pound. Still dieting today, yippee.

One of my main problems is overly optimistic apathy. If I get on the scale and find I’ve topped my highest weight (barring pregnancy - if I ever weigh more than I did while pregnant, I’ve instructed J to just go ahead and shoot me), my thought pattern immediately goes to “oh, I’ll just eat light for a day or two and then it will go back down.” But then it doesn’t and rather than getting serious about it, I tend to get “used” to seeing that number on the scale. My all time high then becomes a comfort zone. Bad bad bad. Because then when I gain ANOTHER pound, I do it again. And here I am, 9 pounds heaver than my “heaviest I will ever allow myself to get” number. Doh.

They’re building this great walking trail by our house so I’ve been trying to get out and take advantage of it on the days I’m not working while the weather is still nice. But Little Button is no longer content to ride in a stroller. She wants to walk. And walking with a toddler is … well, let’s just say it doesn’t count as exercise. It takes us half an hour to get to the end of the block.

So here’s hoping that tomorrow’s little body wrap session at least helps me make some headway. Maybe if nothing else it will help give me the motivation to get my butt in gear and do something about my growing problem.