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Are you a list person?
I’m not–except when I am. I only like lists if I can write them on paper–somehow, the act of causing words to travel from thought to brain to nervous system to fingers to pen and paper is, I guess, more intentional than just typing, and I instantly feel more productive, as if I had made a list with “make a list” as the first item, and I can now cross it off. So, some days when I think, I really need to make a list, I immediately reject the idea because I haven’t any scrap paper, and there you go.
Then, other times, I like lists because lists are good and necessary and motivating, and when I think I haven‘t any paper I immediately answer myself make one anyway, because really your brains are so scrambled by 23 weeks that you don’t even really know what day it is, let alone what you need to accomplish in the very near future. Case in point: I have a huge project underway at the moment, and it’s taking far longer than it really should. This is because when I have a free moment, instead of tackling the next step, I suddenly forget what steps are even remaining. OK. So I need a list. Here it is.
For two weeks, now, we’ve been remodeling our guest room as a shared nursery for our son and his soon-to-be baby brother. I thought the whole process might take a week. Ha.
Here’s what’s left to do:
Hoo boy. There it is. Well, the crib and rocking chair are being painted today. That’s a start.
this month, we:
cut two molars (that makes eight teeth!)
made mommy cry by refusing to eat dinner practically everyday for weeks
developed an intense love of “ruff-ruffs” (dogs)
found out we are going to have a baby brother
officially dropped from two naps to one
learned that the fake cry does not sway mommy and daddy
learned that the fake laugh does in fact make mommy and daddy laugh
discovered that we can do things to make mommy and daddy laugh, and repeat them for the same reaction
continued to refuse to sign “please”
went from sleeping twelve straight hours at night to thirteen (and sometimes thirteen and a half)
went to the zoo for the first time
found a love for onomatopoeic words
<3
Remy’s hands-down favorite place to be is on the front porch.
Running close second is probably the bathtub, but he doesn’t cry when bath-time is over.
We were outside waiting for Daddy to come home when it began to rain.
The sun was still shining.
I guess we’ve never really just sat outside in the rain before.
The gutters spilled just enough rainwater on the porch to make Mommy roll our pant legs up.
So between that, the spilled “nuh-nuh” (milk), the dirt and plants and bugs flying around, there was much fun to be had.
We’re a messy milk-drinker. (Nuh-nuh-drinker?)
tantrum (tntrm)
n. a childish fit of rage; outburst of bad temper
[of unknown origin]
Never before has etymological ambiguity been so appropriate for a word.
likes: Daddy; calling Daddy “Daddy”; the cats; the geese at the park; putting his feet on things; trying to climb everything; being outdoors; sticks; avoiding naps; lights; baths; water in general; having his hands washed; the whiffenpoof song; singing with Daddy; jabbering emphatically while pointing at things; signing “all done” and “more”; pumping his fist and saying “Yes!”* (which sounds like “Jesh!”); putting his alphabet blocks in the basket and then cheering for himself.
dislikes: Walking without something in both hands; when very fun activities come to an end; signing “please”; being placed on the changing table; being told “no”; being taken inside after playing outside; calling Mommy “Mommy”; cutting molars; when things don’t go his way; the church nursery.
This month brought out a lot of changes in us–Mommy is bracing herself for looking forward to what the next month will bring!
*I have no idea where that came from and I’m certain he’s not saying “yes”, but it sounds an awful lot like it and makes the people at the grocery store/doctor’s office/wherever we happen to be chuckle.
Dear Remy,
You’ll be a big brother in about six months. Unless Baby Bug has to come early, like you did. Then we have about five months.
Like all mothers, I wonder sometimes how the upcoming changes will affect our lives. How will you like sharing a room with another little person? How will I handle having two little ones? What are our poor kitties going to think?
But most of all: How on earth am I going to get you in and out of that crib with a huge pregnant belly?
Oh, boy.
One year ago today I was looking forward to my baby shower, which was coming up on Saturday. The week was like any normal one. I took a picture of myself and my pregnant belly in the mirror of our guest bathroom. I started my weekly OB visits. I was reading some such book on the labor process, even though I had four weeks to go.
After the shower, my mom came down to visit and help me get things ready. It’s a good thing she did, since only a few days later I was being sent home from my doctor’s office with strict orders to rest and to come back the next day ready to have a baby.
That was one year ago.
Today I don’t have a baby. I have a “pre-toddler”. I have a little man that looks like his daddy, and has a pretty strong will and a short temper that he keeps hidden under that adorable “scrunchy face.”
I have a little person who has decided he doesn’t like bananas anymore unless they’re mashed up in his morning cereal.
I have a precocious young man who, today, let go of my hand and tried to walk forward on his own, not once, but twice, even though he only yesterday decided that it was mostly okay if he fell on his butt while standing up.
I have a speedy little bug who is making it harder and harder to take pictures of him, since he insists on crawling toward the camera with the full intention of discovering its flavor.
I have a former baby who is about to be a One-Year-Old.
likes: eating; crawling; standing; crawling and standing to avoid napping; the Peter Rabbit Finger Puppet Book; sippy cups; growling; roaring; making other patently masculine noises; being noisy in general; going for walks; moving, moving, moving; things that make a lovely rattle-y noise; banging things against other things to make a very loud noise; turning on the radio in his room; flirting; the scrunchy face; clapping; waving; the “Shakespearean Pose” (which Mommy still hasn’t managed to capture on camera); being out-and-about; rocking to music; mum-mums.
dislikes: Standing up in the crib and not knowing how to get back down; turning up the radio in his room too loud; new people who get too close too fast; being told “no”; naps that are too short; being hungry; bland food; being kept up past his bedtime; pulling up on the record player and not knowing how to get back down; when the radio suddenly turns on, very loud, for no good reason (he still can’t figure out that he’s turning it on); puffs.
One year has almost come and gone.
From 5 lbs 11 oz to 21 lbs or more.
Wearing 12-18 month clothing.
Sleeping 12+ hours at night since 6 months.
A real talker, a shameless flirt.
Animal lover.
Figures Mommy is A-OK, but is really glad when Daddy comes home.
Mr. Personality.
Biggie Fats.
Mr. Remy-Roo.