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Kidlet – with video!

This is how we spend most every afternoon after getting home from daycare.

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Oh, the things this kid says

I was driving the other day, and had accelerated so I could change lanes without cutting another driver off. From the backseat I hear, “Mama! Slow DOWN!”

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I’m getting a new bicycle! This weekend we were at one bike shop looking at them, and left to go to another bike shop that was across the parking lot. I decided to walk with O, and told him we were going to go look at more bikes across the parking lot. So as we’re walking through the parking lot he’s jabbering, “Mo’ bike! Cars backing up!” Suddenly he stops and tries to pull me back in the direction we came from, “Bikes THIS way!” “No, dude, bikes are this way, through the parking lot. Come on, we have to go, daddy drove the car, we have to go find him.” He stands still for a minute and says, “(something I couldn’t make out but will assume it was “are you”) kidding me mama?” I looked at him and said, “No, I’m not kidding you. Let’s get moving!”

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He cracks me up. Every.single.day.

He’ll be two on Sunday, and to be perfectly honest, I’m amazed. He amazes me. All the time.

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1st kid neuroses – I have ’em!

Today kidlet will get dropped off at daycare, and I won’t see him again until he wakes up tomorrow (Wednesday) morning. (Let me be clear that he will wake up around 3 a.m. It will, technically, be morning.)

Usually, on Tuesday I pick him up from daycare around 5 and home we go. Tomorrow though, the mister and I are going to Richmond to attend a screening of 12th and Delaware. In order to get there for the 6:30 p.m. start time, I’ll need to leave just shy of 5 p.m. I won’t be picking O up. Instead his daycare provider will be finishing her day, and bringing him home. She’ll feed him dinner, and put him to bed. (Hopefully without event.)

I’m really looking forward to seeing this documentary, and am very sure I’m leaving him in very capable hands. But I’m hardly gonna see my kid at all tomorrow. It’s a first for me.

In fact, I’m sitting here in the living room, kidlet is not more than 20 feet away from me in his room, and I miss him. (These are special circumstances, cut me some slack.) I want to sneak in there and watch his little chest rise and fall as he breathes…see his eyelashes resting on his little cheeks…WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?

I’m having an internal debate about going to see him for a little bit tomorrow afternoon. I worry that I will make his day worse if I do that though, since typically when I show up to get him he hugs my knees and heads straight for his cubby, where he grabs his bag and starts waving good-bye to everyone. Clearly, when I show up, it’s time to go. If I go visit him, am I trying to make HIS day better, or am I trying to make MY day better? Ugh.

This will also be the…2nd time he’s been put to bed by someone other than me or his dad. Bedtimes haven’t been any sort of picnic in this house (Getting him to sleep is easier now – but the art of keeping him asleep? Well, I’m still waiting for that ship to come in.), and we just got stuck in this “we’re the only ones who should have to do this” rut. So now I have this vision of him being confused and sad because we’re not around, and WE put him to bed and OHMAHMAUDE, WHAT ARE THEY DOING TO ME?!!?!? running around in his little head.

Ugh.

He’ll be fine. I know this. I need to get through it, so I can do it again, and NOT be stressed out about it.

Right?

 

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Potty learning

We haven’t really started potty learning with kidlet yet, but a few months ago I bought a seat for the toilet, and a little floor potty, just to get him accustomed to seeing them, and sitting on them when he wanted.

A few weeks ago kidlet and his dad were sitting in the living room reading a magazine article about potty learning, and kidlet was very interested in the picture of the little girl sitting on the potty. He kept saying, “Potty! Potty!” as his dad was talking about what the little girl was doing. (Or maybe it was, “Poop! Poop!” I can’t remember. Either way, he was really excited about the picture of the little girl on the potty.) So Dad says, “You have a potty. Do you want to sit on your potty?” And kidlet is very enthusiastic about this and says, “Yeah, yeah!” So Dad says to him, “Okay, you have a potty. Go get it and you can sit on it.”

I was listening to this exchange while making dinner in the kitchen, when I hear my husband say, “Honey, you gotta come see this! Hurry up!”

I walk into the living room expecting to see that kidlet has brought his floor potty into the living room and is sitting on it, but I see this instead:

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Kidlet had walked into the bathroom, set his potty seat on the toilet and climbed up. All by himself.

SO.

STINKING.

CUTE.

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Summer sandbox

We’ve been talking about getting/building kidlet a sandbox for a few weeks now (we do a LOT of talking about projects in this house), but lo! And behold! We did it! A sandbox for kidlet!

(We repurposed a raised garden bed that we tore out – kept the box, slapped some plywood on the bottom, and voilà! Sandbox!)

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It was one of these. I had high hopes for these beds when we put them in two years ago, but they were a miserable failure. We’re going back to the good old-fashioned plants-in-the-ground method. Here’s hoping it doesn’t suck.

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We did some garage sale hunting Saturday morning looking outdoor toys for him. We have a big yard, and while he seems to enjoy pacing the fence line (maybe he gets it from the dog?) I thought it might be nice FOR ALL OF US if he had something to keep him occupied. We came away with trucks. Perfect for kidlet. He LOVES trucks. (So freakin’ cliché, right? Boys love trucks. Yeah, well, we were gifted a bunch of hand-me-down trucks, and books about trucks, and he loves to read so…he also loves his books about animals, but I’m not ready to get chickens or cows just yet. I WOULD like an outdoor kitchen for him – more garage sale hunting for that…Am I rationalizing? That for all my talk of feminist-parenting, my kid is performing gender conformity quite nicely? Feck.)

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And now we get to look forward to sand all over the house.

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Slow Asheville Saturday…

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Conversations with kidlet

This one transpired between kidlet and his dad, while his dad was getting him buckled into his car seat after dinner last night.

Kidlet: Ball! Ball!
Dad: Here’s your ball.
Kidlet: Throws ball out of the car, into the parking lot. “Uh oh!”
Dad: Yeah, uh oh. You threw the ball, buddy.
Kidlet: Ball! Ball!
Dad: Okay, hang on, I have to get it, cuz you threw it.
Kidlet: Go! Go!

Demanding little toddler.

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