Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Monsters.

Baby loves Cookie Monster. She’ll dance her little heart out to “C is for cookie” … she will literally stop in her tracks for this monster.

And, though she may not realize it, she also loves the Tickle Monster. She’s most ticklish on her neck and collarbone, but you can pretty much get her giggling with just a little tickle of her ribs or legs or knees or feet.

Those monsters are fun.

There are other monsters, however, that are not so fun.

The Sleep Deprivation Monster (AKA, Baby). Sure, she’s had a good 10 hours of sleep by the time 5:00 AM rolls around, but I have not!

The Please-Don’t-Ever-Put-Me-Down-I-Want-My-Mama-And-Only-My-Mama Monster. Also known as Baby. Sweet little girl that she is, she loves her mama sooo much. Honestly, I am kinda loving this monster. Most of the time. Except when I need to take care of a few simple tasks … like drink a hot cup of coffee. Or go to the bathroom. Or do anything that requires more than the use of my left hand, especially since I am right handed.

The I-Will-NOT-Go-To-Sleep-Not-Without-A-Fight Monster. Yes, this too is my child. We’re working on crying it out. And, by that, I mean … she’s crying. I’m crying. It’s not a pretty picture. I’m crossing my fingers though, because I don’t think she has yet caught on to the fact that self-induced puking will quickly get my attention. It’s only happened once. Yuck.

Then, my friends, there is the Green Eyed Monster.

Jealousy.

This beast recently has recently reared its ugly head inside of my child, and … wow.

It is ugly.

My sweet, loving little girl transforms into a little bit of an actual monster herself. One that hits and throws tantrums and is defiant and is generally not very nice.

The trigger? Me.

Yes, she loves her mama soooo much that she does NOT. Want. To. Share.

And she is not afraid to make her opinion known. I am her mama, and only her mama. My affections are for her and her alone. Kiss her daddy, and he gets slapped. Hug her stuffed tiger, and she starts beating on him too.

Terrible Twos: You are 6 months early.

Time Outs: You are virtually ineffective.

Parenting Books: Well, when my toddler is chasing me around the house while holding
you, I’m not sure you’re much help either.

Moms in the blogging world: Thoughts? Advice? Help?

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Spirited.

Somebody recently shared with me this notion: from 18 months to age 3, toddlers have a minor meltdown every 6 minutes and at least 3 major meltdowns every hour.

Let’s just say that Tantrum Tallulah, as we sometimes call Baby, has been around a lot lately.

Thus, I was inspired to order the book The Happiest Toddler on the Block. I’m only a few pages in, and I can already tell you that I will be taking to heart some very valuable nuggets of information regarding toddler behavior.

Case in point: You cannot think of toddlers as mini-big kids. You must think of them as mini-cavemen.

I’m pretty sure I’ve never read a more accurate statement in my life.

You could look at the sky on a crystal clear day and state, “The sky is blue,” and it still would be a less accurate statement than asserting that toddlers are essentially cavemen.

I’m seriously not more than 20 pages into this book, but I have also learned one other helpful bit of info regarding my toddler (who I still adamantly call Baby!).

Spirited. She is spirited.

Apparently there are three kinds of children: Easy, Shy, and Spirited.

Personally, I think Baby is actually a mix of all of these, but the majority of the time … she is spirited.

Strong willed. Very high highs. Very low lows. Easily distracted, but simultaneously unwilling to give up on something she has set her mind to achieve.

Oh, and this is my fave: never stops going. And, I mean never.

She’s up before dawn and doesn’t stop moving until she literally crashes at nap time. Immediately following a good nap, she’s on the go again until she crashes again at bed time.

In all honestly, though, I love having this term – spirited – to explain Baby’s personality. I think it’s an ideal description. She is truly full of life.

And, yes, sometimes it’s exhausting for me. Okay, okay, it is quite frequently exhausting for me, but I really couldn’t imagine it any other way. I can’t even imagine wanting it to be any other way.

I love my head-strong, opinionated, spirited little toddler. And she knows it!


[P.S. Nobody asked me to write about this book. It just happens to be what is going on in my life right now, and I thought I'd share the link in case any of you are interested.]

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

I miss you.

I know, I know. I haven’t always been very nice to you. There were days when I woke up cursing your name.

I’ve referred to you as hateful. Obnoxious. Just plain mean.

I’m pretty sure I’ve even threatened physical violence a time or two (or ten).

But, these days, I find myself missing you.

I find that I miss waking up next to you.

I miss being asleep until the exact moment when you wake me up.

Oh, alarm clock, how I wish that I wasn’t awake loooong, looooooooong before your chiming sounds greet the morning.

Oh, alarm clock, how I miss you.

I do still hear you. But I am usually across the house when you start singing these days.

One day, I will be back. I promise. I promise we’ll resume our love/hate relationship again. One day.

Until then, I’ll be rocking my sweet teething, growing, screaming, unhappily not-sleeping child. I won’t be there when you wake up, because I will be with her. It’s where I’m needed right now. It’s where I’m supposed to be.

But my sweet alarm clock, you know my deep, dark little secret. As much as I love snuggling my baby girl …. I do miss you too. I’m trying to negotiate some sort of an agreement (snuggles with her at night; snuggles with you in the morning), but so far she’s not buying into this plan.

Please, please don’t give up on me. I miss you.

Monday, May 16, 2011

I'm back. Maybe.

Sorry to have been MIA for such an extended period of time. And without any explanation. Life happens, I suppose, and I hadn’t exactly planned to stop blogging these last few weeks. Many, many things have been going on.

Births. Babypolooza, I call it. I know 6 babies that have been born within the last couple of weeks, a couple more planned for this week, and a couple after that this summer. Lots and lots of babies!

Deaths. Close friends have lost people they love. It is truly heart breaking to watch people you care about suffer great loss and not be able to truly comfort them.

Difficulties. Among the many births, one was especially difficult. A dear friend is still recovering, as is her sweet baby, who remains in the NICU. Please pray for them. Another difficulty of a different nature – professional issues for somebody I love very much. Watching a person who has literally given decades of their life to a job only to be put through the ringer for personal reasons is tough.

And, herein lies the problem with blogging for me. These are the things I’ve wanted to write about. These are the things that I’m currently passionate about. But they’re not my stories to tell. It’s not my place to blog publicly about other people’s private lives.

So, I’ve been quiet. I do ask for your prayers. Prayers for Baby G, that he continues to recover fully. For my friends who are desperately trying to make sense of their loss. And for somebody who means the absolute world to me, who will hopefully have a resolution to this professional mess very, very soon.

If you’ve stuck with me this far, and you’re ready for something much less vague (and assuming you’re not sick to death of my writing about day care issues), read on!

I. HATE. DAY. CARE.

I wish I had more productive things to say. I wish I could be more insightful. I wish I had more to offer. But, really, I am just fed up. Such is the plight of the working mom, I suppose.

It’s ridiculous, though. I am so tired of my child coming home every single day with a new incident report, a new injury. It’s not that I don’t expect one-year-olds to tumble, fall, bite/hit each other, etc. I get it. It’s the age.

My problem is that there are entirely too many incident reports that cannot be explained. Too many instances where the teachers just don’t know what happened.

Although, I really do like a couple of the teachers, the ratio is just too high. Twelve unstable toddling children is too many for two teachers. Especially when one of them sits with her back to the kids when they’re on the play ground.

So, I’m obviously looking for new options. I’ve got a couple of places that are run by churches and that have been recommended to me by people I know and trust. I’m just hoping their hours will line up with what we need and that they have availability. I hate to transition Baby again, but I am really not sure what else to do.

Sorry to come back with nothing but complaints. I’ve got some fun stuff coming up, promise! Just needed to get this off my chest today.

Anyway, I'm back. Maybe. Assuming I don't pull Baby out of day care with no back up plan, I hope to be back to blogging and visiting all of you again soon!