Protected: Flashback Friday: Waterbabies Edition January 29, 2010
Laughing out Loud January 28, 2010
Isaac had me laughing out loud twice yesterday. First I must preface by saying that much of his day is spent in a Wiggles fantasy land where he is Greg, I am Anthony, Jason is Murray and Matthew is Jeff. So every few minutes Isaac (as the leader of our Wiggles cover band that exists solely in his head) will enthusiastically shout, “Hey everyone, we’re the Wiggles, I’m Greg…..”. At this point we all have to introduce ourselves. So I say, “I’m Anthony”. Jason says he’s Murray and then after an awkward silence, Isaac says, “and Matthew is Jeff”.
So yesterday in the playroom, Isaac start up…….Hey everyone, we’re the Wiggles!! I’m Greg!
I answer, “I’m Anthony!”
And he says…….Oh Anthony……I just pooted.
Then last night as I was putting him to bed I was telling him how much I love him and we were talking about all of the people who love him so very much. After listing many family and friends, I asked him if he knew the only person who loved him more than Mommy did. (I was going to say Jesus).
He said, “Oh yes, it’s Aunt Chris”.
And if you know her, you know he has valid reason to think that.
Protected: Paying it Forward….. January 27, 2010
Mad Props to Miss Dott January 25, 2010
Today was Matthew’s much-dreaded first dentist appointment. Much dreaded by me, because I know how hard it is for him to have a new person all up in his face. And because I didn’t really want to see how he would react to having a new person poking around in his mouth……with pokey things, and suctions, and such.
I have a personal dental phobia that I am doing my best not to pass on to my children, but I definitely approach their visits with the same (HIDDEN to them) trepidation.
When we got there and signed in, I explained that Matthew was newly adopted, may never have been to a dentist before, and that he was nervous around new people and prone to hysterics. Oh yes I did. I said that. And I even thought I might not have prepared them enough.
Still fresh on my mind was Isaac’s 2.5 year appointment. It was legendary and not in a good way. I still think I could have benefited from post traumatic stress treatment after that one. Things went sour on that day on the way to the dentist’s. You see, I would not let him have any chocolate Teddy Grahams in the car on the way there…..because we were going to the DENTIST–I know, I know, I’m the worst mom ever. He raised such hell. Words cannot even do it justice. All I can say is by the end we were both covered in blood, sweat, tears and snot, and I don’t even think all of it was Isaac’s. Half of it probably belonged to the hygienist.
So with all of this heavy on my mind, we were called back to the dentist chair. Right when Matthew saw our hygienist, Miss Dott, he began shaking his head “no”. I braced myself.
We got settled into our chair (he sat in my lap) and the tears began. But Miss Dott did not lose her cool. She was so sweet and gentle and patient, and very quickly the tears stopped. He let her do everything she needed to do. And even laughed and smiled!!
I was flabbergasted. And proud!!! And everyone kept coming by to see him and ooh and aah over him. He got stickers, a Diego toothbrush and a big bouncy ball. He didn’t have any cavities (another worry of mine since he drank from a bottle for so long).
I took him to a bakery afterward and got him a chocolate croissant the size of his head to undo all the good we had just done at the dentist. But he deserved it.
And as for Miss Dott, she is my hero. She will get a Christmas card every year for the rest of her life from us. She will get invited to his high school graduation. I will leave her something good in my will. I just want to know if she’ll come with us to Water Babies next week.
A Glimpse January 24, 2010
Yesterday, I was out driving (looking at houses!) with the boys, and Matthew fell asleep in the car. Rather than wake him up, I took him in and put him in bed. It was lunchtime so Isaac sat at the table in the kitchen while I made him a sandwich.
And it was weird.
Everything was a little too quiet. Only one little boy sat at the little kitchen table. There was an empty chair staring me in the face. And I remembered all those months of making lunch for one little boy, and wishing that his brother was here.
And it made me happy to know that his brother was here NOW.
Because even though things get pretty loud around here sometimes, it is much, much better than when things are too quiet.
unless YOU want me to. I am starting to think this is the 2-year old anthem. I know we went through this with Isaac. I know we did, and it was hard. But it was easier with Isaac than with Matthew because we knew him. Inside and out, and we knew when he was just tired and frustrated, or if he was truly scared or afraid, or if he was just drawing a line in the sand to test us. We are still guessing at a lot of this with Matthew, but it is starting to get easier to figure out where he is coming from with his frequent tantrums. Tired and frustrated does happen–mostly first thing in the morning or right after a nap. He doesn’t have problems close to naptime or bedtime like Isaac tends to. It just takes him a LONG time to be civil to anyone when he first wakes up. I have definitely learned to identify when he is scared of something. Again, that doesn’t happen too often, but his reaction is definite: he simply removes himself from the situation. Which leaves me with the most trying one: the drawing of the line in the sand, the testing us, the daring us to cross him. Oh, how I do not enjoy this part of age 2.
Yesterday was our first morning of Water Babies class. It is kind of like pre-swimming lessons, but it is more about getting infants and toddlers comfortable in the water and teaching them the basics of swimming, along with water safety. Isaac has taken this class many times and is probably ready for actual swim lessons, but we thought we would keep him in this class for Matthew’s benefit.
Let’s just say it did not go well. I should say that it STARTED well. Matthew was thrilled to be there, happy about everything, eager to get in the water. Until he realized that it wasn’t going to be completely on his terms. He is not a fan of “organized fun”. Everyone started singing and he immediately decided this was not for him. We got in the pool and he began to cry and say “no”. Okay, first instinct says he’s scared, but here’s the kicker, if I tried to get OUT of the pool with him, he became even more hysterical. After a lot of back and forth and sitting with him on the steps, we moved to the restroom because he was simply disrupting the class. He cried even harder. At my wit’s end, I tried something that we used to do with Isaac to calm him down. I held him close and put my mouth right up to his ear and said:
You are all done. Shhhhhhhhh.
I said it quietly but firmly. And he quieted up. Fairly quickly.
We got back in the pool, and it went a little better. He even began to have a little fun…until, I looked like I might be having fun as well. That, my friends, was not allowed. Cue tantrum. So I said it again. This is how we went through the entire 40 minutes of class. Anger, crying jags and me speaking firmly into his ear. I made no effort to have him participate, simply trying to get him to exist within the group.
The final tantrum occurred when class was over and he didn’t want to get out. I was so frustrated. There was no way to win, no middle ground in which everyone could enjoy themselves. I was ready to say, “forget it, he’s out of class,” and keep him home for the next 5 Saturdays.
But I remembered Kindermusik and how painful that first class was, and how 3 weeks in, it is much improved. I remembered Busy Bees and how he emerges delighted and sweaty from that time spent with other children. I remembered that he will be starting preschool this fall (or summer) and that he is going to have to learn to follow instructions, wait his turn, and exist peacefully within a group. I remembered that there were times that Isaac pushed my buttons so severely that I wanted to throw my hands up in the air and walk away. I remembered the reasons every body calls the age 2 TERRIBLE. And I remembered that one day, this too shall pass.
And I had to get over it. And we will go back next week, and it will probably still be kind of bad, but at the end of 6 weeks, we may actually be having fun.