Wednesday, May 23, 2012

What boys like to talk about...

The following real conversations have taken place in our house over the last few months:

Z: G_! G_! I'm getting a bigger penis! [runs to me] Mom! My penis is growing!
Me: Oh? Maybe it means you need to go pee.
Z: No! [indignant] I'm growing into...a young man!

[I am in the process of putting Isaac into his pajamas; G is still naked]
Me: G_, it's time to put on your pajamas.
G: But I'm playing with my penis!
Me: It's time to stop.
Z: [upset because he already has a diaper on] Uh! I want to play with my penis, too!

[G and Z are on the couch in their towels after a bath]
G: Mom! Look! We're pretending our penises are worms!
Z: Yeah! They're going into their holes!

Only from the mouths of children can the stuff be considered cute and not crude...I just hope I can teach them, discretion, by the time they get a little older...*cough*

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Two Months

I'm about a week and a half late, but C is now two months old.

He weighed 14 lbs. 14 oz. at his 2-month well-baby check.

He is already wearing 9-month sleepers. He can still wear 6-month onesies, though, as long as they're short-sleeved. And he still fits into 3-month pants (all my boys have stubby legs, haha).

Now that it has warmed up, he loves to be outside. We've taken several walks. This evening the boys were playing outside and I put C out in his carrier and he was perfectly content to be left alone out there just looking around and enjoying the breeze. When I brought him in, he got so mad.

A few days ago, he started smiling and even giggling a little. Today at church he really enjoyed the attention people gave him; he's becoming quite social :)

Earlier today, when I needed to calm him down, I tried holding a mirror up to his face, and he stared at himself for several minutes.

I'm still trying to figure out what this recurring diaper rash is that he keeps getting, and what exactly is causing it. Our pediatrician is of the opinion that, if it were yeast, it should be gone by now after all I've tried to treat it. He suggested I try eliminating milk from my diet for a while and see if that helps. So I'm sort-of dairy-free right now, but not completely yet as I'm still working out how to keep myself well-fed when I can't use any dairy! Especially since, being on WIC, we have so much milk and other dairy products. It's especially difficult figuring out what to fix myself for breakfast; I have a feeling I'm going to get pretty tired of eating eggs every single day (not to mention the challenge of keeping my fridge stocked with at least a week's-worth of eggs; my boys are bound to want them, too, if I'm eating them-- they love eggs). It's also going to be difficult to cut cheese from my diet. And do I have to eliminate butter, too?! Gee, it's already hard enough keeping myself from losing too much weight as it is; now I'm having to cut some of my best weight-gain/weight-maintaining foods.

All-in-all, C is still a very good, pretty easy baby. The boys still enjoy him-- Z especially. We are happy to have him in our family :)

Monday, May 7, 2012

In the last half-hour...

In the last half-hour, I have...

Fed my older boys lunch
Fed myself
Mopped up a huge puddle of spilled milk
Changed a very poopy diaper
Prepared an ice pack and comforted my five-year-old after he slipped on the kitchen floor after I'd mopped up the milk
Called G's teacher and Nick to rearrange plans for G's school field trip today
Nursed the baby
Broke up a fight

Also, I got up at 6:30 AM this morning (thanks to my baby-alarm-clock), nursed and changed the baby and put him back to bed, pumped a bottle, washed dishes, ate breakfast, showered. And at 8:00 I went to the dentist and got two fillings. Came home and saw Nick off to work.

Took a phone call from a friend and we visited for 10-15 minutes and made plans for tomorrow.

The boys watched Meet The Robinsons while I took a nap on the couch with the baby-- until Z came over and tried to climb up and snuggle with us, waking the baby in the process...

This afternoon, C has his 2-month well-baby visit to the pedi and 2-month shots.

As for the evening...who knows?

Bring it on, Monday...

Sunday, May 6, 2012

"I don't want to share!"

This evening, G and Z were fighting over a toy-- nothing unusual. We put them both in time-outs. Then, I did something I haven't done before: I started a discussion with G about how he could have avoided a fight with his brother, and it turned into a role-playing scenario with me playing the role of the belligerent, unwilling-to-share toddler.

G thought it was fun, and really got into it. I had to throw in a few pointers, though, as he still was unwilling to think of sharing the toy himself at first. Finally, he suggested that we share the toy; of course I said "Me first!" To which he agreed, and we took a few turns with the toy. By this time, we had attracted the attention of Z as well, who came over and watched and laughed.

I don't know if any of this "lesson" will stick with either of them, but at least it ended in laughs rather than tears. I'll have to try it again sometime...