May 2008

Holiday

I have mastitis. On the holiday weekend. I caught it early and it’s not as bad as it could be but it still sucks that I feel tired and run down and sore. I was hoping for a margarita and all I got was a breast infection. Awesome.

The Fiendling (who has recently added grinding and clicking his teeth to his list of ways to show mom he’s unhappy about his baby brother) is also sick. He has a runny nose, a slight cough and had an unfortunate diaper incident that led to an immediate bath and load of laundry. This morning, after waking up once in the middle of the night, he woke up just before five and couldn’t go back to sleep despite my best efforts. I hope he’s feeling better tomorrow. Though I appreciate how cuddly he is when he’s sick (and his brother isn’t around), I don’t appreciate the excess bodily fluids and the night waking.

Tomorrow is my neighborhood’s sad little Memorial Day parade then we’re going to a barbecue at my in-laws’ house. Hopefully we’ll find time to put the flowers and herbs we bought on Mother’s Day in pots. My garden has been seriously neglected.

I am tired and the baby who is peacefully sleeping beside me smells like spit up and cord stump and desperately needs a bath. I don’t want to wake him, but it’s inevitable.

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Transition

Caring for a newborn is easy compared to caring for a toddler. The baby is a dream, still all sleepy and hungry, and the Fiendling has been a complete fucking nightmare when it’s just the three of us or four of us, hitting, biting and generally being a shit. Is it wrong to refer to your two-year-old as a shit?

It breaks my heart to see him like that, so unlike himself. He’s usually so sweet and lovable that it kills me to see him so upset. He’s been getting plenty of attention and just about all of our visitors have been thoughtful enough to bring him a big brother gift. I’ve been carefully timing feedings so I can put him to bed and get up with him in the mornings. He’s been getting one on one time with me and with boyfiend and`aside from the obvious addition of a crying, pooping baby in the house his general routine hasn’t changed dramatically.

I know that this kind of adjustment is common and I know the behavior won’t last forever, but god does it suck.

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It’s a boy!

Still nameless (and nicknameless for the purposes of this site) my second baby boy was born last night, a full week ahead of his due date, at 10.30 pm after a long day of labor and 5 minutes of pushing. He is perfect. At birth he was 7 lbs 9 oz, and measured 20 inches long. He has dark eyes and a head of thick black hair. He looks nothing like his big brother but he’s every bit as handsome.

Now I’m going to eat lunch and take a nap while I still can.

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Ha ha ha

I can’t quite manage to get to water aerobics on time. It’s a 7 pm class which usually means I’m making and eating dinner beforehand and then I get stuck in weird neighborhood traffic on the mile and half drive to the Y. I’m never very late. Usually just a few minutes, but I’m late enough that when I open the door to the pool from the locker room everyone turns, looks at me waddling in, and laughs. Last night the laughter was uproarious. I must look pretty damn funny in a bathing suit. Ha ha ha. Go ahead. Mock the pregnant woman.

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Nesting

The house is pretty well organized. I’ve been doing my best to keep things picked up and in their proper places so it won’t be too much of a mess when I actually go into labor. Things have been dusted in the past week and I’ve been vacuuming fairly regularly. The kitchen is cleaned daily so that’s not an issue and I’ve been on top of the laundry. The bathroom, while certainly not as clean as I’d like, is clean enough to not be too much of an embarrassment. My bedroom is a wreck, but I blame that on Boyfiend since all of his clean, folded laundry is sitting on top of an old trunk we moved out of the storage room upstairs. If he’d put his shit away (just a subtle hint) it wouldn’t look quite so bad in there.

I really need a cleaning service. It would really improve the quality of my life. Instead of hiring a service I ordered another dyson.

I’ve been cooking like crazy so I won’t have to worry about eating well later.  I’ve made a bunch of dinners and some one-handed breakfasts. In the freezer I have:

  • 1 9”x 13” pan of eggplant parmesan
  • 3/4 of a large baked ziti in three portions
  • 2 8-cup containers vegetable soup
  • 1 3-quart and 1 4-cup container of beef stew
  • 1 9″x13″ pan of rotini with goat cheese, spinach and red pepper sauce divided into individual servings
  • 6 bean and sausage enchiladas (1 dinner and leftovers if Boyfiend doesn’t gorge himself)
  • 1 tray (3 meals) chicken enchiladas
  • 2 8-cup containers of chicken soup
  • half a batch of chocolate chip cookie dough
  • 6 cranberry muffins
  • 6 strawberry mango muffins
  • 18 blueberry pancakes

I’ve also got a bunch of chocolate ricotta muffins I baked tonight that still need to be wrapped and frozen. Tomorrow or Friday I’ll probably end up baking a few loaves of zucchini bread with the last of my freezer stash from last year’s CSA.

The next meat delivery from the farm is scheduled for my due date and I ordered plenty of beef so Boyfiend could cook dinner (burgers and steaks, of course) with confidence. Shortly after my due date is the start of my CSA for the summer,  so I won’t have to worry too much about grocery shopping for a while.

Now I just want this baby out.

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Fiendling update

I skipped an official two year update and I skipped a 25 month update. Now that we’re nearing 26 months I need to record a few things so I don’t forget.

He now plays imaginatively. Instead of just pushing trains up a hill, down a hill and through a tunnel (narrating the entire time, of course), he puts his trains in dangerous situations like “falling offa track” and has other trains save them.

He also offers us and his trains food, both real and pretend. The other night he was holding the empty camera case and offering us pretend cranberries. It took me a lot of effort to teach him how to pretend to eat play food rather than just putting fake food from the play places we visit in his mouth. His pretend eating involves bobbing his head up and down and saying “yum yum yum.” When he pretends his trains are eating they too bob up and down and say, “yum yum yum.”

As for toddler negativity there’s no shortage of it. He’s in full on assert independence mode and knows what he wants screaming no pretty regularly. He’s also in tune to our habits and knows that before we leave a place we usually have a snack and change his diaper. If he’s having fun, once I bust out the snack suggestion he gets quietly upset and will shake his head and say, “Uh  uh leave the _______. Stay. Play with _______.” Of course the quiet quickly turns to loud, but he usually doesn’t make too much of a scene once the food comes out and his public tantrums never last for more than a minute or two.

He continues to order us around, telling us to “stop talking!” or “stop singing!” He’s very specific about which particular bite of food he wants (that one bite!) or if we’re reading quickly enough (”mama turn the page!) When prompted he will change his tones and very sweetly add a “peese” to his angry dictatorial demands. He also apologizes when necessary.

He hits and bites- just me and Boyfiend so far- and knows it’s a bad habit. He doesn’t do it out of anger, it’s just a way to play or test boundaries or something. Sometimes he’ll raise his hands as though he’s going to hit me, look me straight in the eye mischievously, and lower his hands and gently stroke the side of my face instead. Such a punk.

Despite his unsavory behaviors he’s still pretty positive most of the time and quite polite. Parents often compliment me on how sweet he is. No dummy, when he has two or more trains or vehicles he’ll hand over the toy he’s least interested in to another kid before I make him share, making him look like he’s generous all by himself. And sometimes he is just generous by himself,  handing over something he likes for another kid to play with.

He’s mostly good about saying thank you unprompted and has begun saying “FANKS!” quite loudly when he gets something he’s asked for or is complimented. He does usually respond by saying, “I love you too, mama,” when I tell him I love him, but the “FANKS!” response is just as nice to hear.

The toddler memory is getting better and better. He often surprises me by remembering the names of kids we don’t usually see on the playground and calling them by name when he says hello or goodbye. He also remembers who has what toys. A few weeks ago my dad was babysitting and took the Fiendling to the playground. When they returned the Fiendling’s sunglasses were missing but he had two motorcycles he had not left the house with. I asked him whose motorcycles they were and he promptly responded that they were Spencer’s. We didn’t see Spencer for a few days but we kept the motorcycles handy and the Fiendling returned them when we saw him next.

Ask him where something is and he usually remembers where he stashed it. Ask where Murdoch the train is and he’ll respond, “Dada move the bed,” and sure enough, there’s Murdoch stuck between the bed and the wall. Ask where his fire engine pajamas are and he’ll say, “In da dryer. Mama doin’ laundry.”

He picks out his clothes in the morning and insists upon doing the following the things by himself: putting on his shoes, opening the front gate, opening the front door, picking out a diaper, getting into his car seat. He also likes to unlock the front door but I don’t play that game- Boyfiend does.

He likes to sing and sings to himself in the car and when he’s going to sleep. He remembers the words to dozens of songs and corrects me when I get them wrong or sing the verses out of order.

His sentence structure and ability to communicate amazes me. Not everyone can understand his speech but he’s able to hold actual conversations with people. Over dinner he tells his dad what we did that particular day, who he played with, what he played with, whether he napped or not and whether or not he had fun.

The Fiendling is just such a good kid. He’s sweet and likable and well-behaved for everyone but me and his dad. He plays well by himself and he plays well with others. Boyfiend and I often talk about how lucky we are to have him.

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