Nov. 12th, 2013 04:55 pm
Life with a 2 yr old
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mizarchivistI realize I have not dedicated much space here to this amazing little creature who monopolizes so much of my time and energy.
Part of it is that there's so much to say and it's hard for me to organize my thoughts around it. Let's see if I can sort something out.
School- He's been in his new classroom for a few months now. He still sees his old teachers because they cover the first hour or so of the day in a combined class situation. It's a kind way to deal since it minimizes any separation anxiety that may or may not happen. I wish that the daily update sheets were more varied, but they mostly aren't. I can't tell if that's a a product of the teachers having to write mostly the same thing 9x every day or if he's just a steady kid who doesn't need to have a lot of reporting on. He climbs, he escapes, he needs to be reminded to not be such a dare-devil at the playground. I feel like he's managing to eat his lunch (which is a constant struggle for me to sort in the mornings). I am a bit cut-throat on what sort of art gets kept for later processing, as there tends to be something every day or many somethings. What's most striking is what a rock star Crime Fighter seems to be: it's not unusual for a parent I've not yet talked to to stop me or![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
quiet_elegance to effusively say how much his/her kid mentions Dash at home. It's possible we'll get these stories once CF's conversational skills get more complex. ... Mind you, they are getting there.
Language- I can't give you a list of things he's saying as I once did, as the list is too long. He's pretty much a parrot and will try to say whatever it is his adults are saying. (careful!) My favorite is when he will say withfubar's infection: "come ON!" Or even better: "C'mon, pumpkin!" We just diiie. So, yes. There's a lot less swearing in our house. Given how blue we all habitually have been, this is saying something. Unfortunately, more than 50% of the time, I have no idea what he's saying, but it's clearly well thought out. His capacity to retain information and share it later is a little scary. He figured out who Pooh Bear was without much help from me. And Mickey Mouse. Today I realized he knows who Piglet is, too. ::blink blink::
He's also constructing short sentences all the time now, mostly just 2-3 words but still. "No FANK you, Mommy"... "Dada GONE!" ..."more catsup, peese" ... ROBOT! (grin)
Favorite things- Trains. Turtles. Hot dogs (gods save me). Donuts (ditto). Temporary tattoos. Lucy Doggy (a stuffed animal that is filled with heavy beads courtesy of Ariel and named after his dog), Dogs. Ducks. Books. Hot Wheels. Phineas and Ferb. Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood. TV in general. The farting fishes game on fubar's phone/tablet. Playing with Daddy's computer and helping him play WOW. Tunnels. His bear. Nursing. Books/stories. ... and so on.
Food/Development/Stuff- He's grown over an inch since his birthday in August. Despite my early hopes and dreams, I have a kid who'd live off of apple juice, hot dogs, and mac & cheese. In other words: Me from the age of 2-10. Or so. Then we'll have a night like last night where he single-mindedly destroyed 1/3 of a carton of edamame, steamed broccoli, raw carrot, some chicken, 2-3 fortune cookies, and would have eaten an entire container of dried cranberries by the fist full if I'd let him. I expect he will not fit in his footie pajamas tomorrow.
Concepts are starting to creep in: the present-ness or gone-ness of someone, if someone's is sad/crying, if someone is hurt. He'll remember things, like the box that was in his room but is now gone. The fish on the jack o lantern (Angler fish!).
Nursing... It used to be he'd ask to nurse as soon as he saw me. This is less true now, but once he does ask, he is very reluctant to stop and wants to just switch back and forth forever, and then when told no freaks out. I'm imagining we'll carry on til close to his next birthday and/or until his communication skills even out and we can successfully explain things. This is extra hard in the middle of the night.
And that might be sooner than later. QE's been having some very good luck from time to time explaining through whatever is upsetting, and the result is Crime Fighter saying "OK." I've not had a lot of luck with this yet, but it's very gratifying.
Sleep--The whole sleep thing is complicated at best. He went on a sleep strike last week and refused to settle down til past 9 pm (instead of 7:30-8) more days than not, then would be up in the middle of the night and not settle down.
TL:DR- It's still hard, but getting to watch him skillfully climb playground equipment, come up with new words and concepts I'd not heard the day before- goofy tickle fights and chase games... Yep. The aphorism is true: every day is an adventure. I've somewhat failed to keep up with new pics. The tiger pics from around Halloween will have to do for now.
Part of it is that there's so much to say and it's hard for me to organize my thoughts around it. Let's see if I can sort something out.
School- He's been in his new classroom for a few months now. He still sees his old teachers because they cover the first hour or so of the day in a combined class situation. It's a kind way to deal since it minimizes any separation anxiety that may or may not happen. I wish that the daily update sheets were more varied, but they mostly aren't. I can't tell if that's a a product of the teachers having to write mostly the same thing 9x every day or if he's just a steady kid who doesn't need to have a lot of reporting on. He climbs, he escapes, he needs to be reminded to not be such a dare-devil at the playground. I feel like he's managing to eat his lunch (which is a constant struggle for me to sort in the mornings). I am a bit cut-throat on what sort of art gets kept for later processing, as there tends to be something every day or many somethings. What's most striking is what a rock star Crime Fighter seems to be: it's not unusual for a parent I've not yet talked to to stop me or
quiet_elegance to effusively say how much his/her kid mentions Dash at home. It's possible we'll get these stories once CF's conversational skills get more complex. ... Mind you, they are getting there. Language- I can't give you a list of things he's saying as I once did, as the list is too long. He's pretty much a parrot and will try to say whatever it is his adults are saying. (careful!) My favorite is when he will say with
fubar's infection: "come ON!" Or even better: "C'mon, pumpkin!" We just diiie. So, yes. There's a lot less swearing in our house. Given how blue we all habitually have been, this is saying something. Unfortunately, more than 50% of the time, I have no idea what he's saying, but it's clearly well thought out. His capacity to retain information and share it later is a little scary. He figured out who Pooh Bear was without much help from me. And Mickey Mouse. Today I realized he knows who Piglet is, too. ::blink blink:: He's also constructing short sentences all the time now, mostly just 2-3 words but still. "No FANK you, Mommy"... "Dada GONE!" ..."more catsup, peese" ... ROBOT! (grin)
Favorite things- Trains. Turtles. Hot dogs (gods save me). Donuts (ditto). Temporary tattoos. Lucy Doggy (a stuffed animal that is filled with heavy beads courtesy of Ariel and named after his dog), Dogs. Ducks. Books. Hot Wheels. Phineas and Ferb. Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood. TV in general. The farting fishes game on fubar's phone/tablet. Playing with Daddy's computer and helping him play WOW. Tunnels. His bear. Nursing. Books/stories. ... and so on.
Food/Development/Stuff- He's grown over an inch since his birthday in August. Despite my early hopes and dreams, I have a kid who'd live off of apple juice, hot dogs, and mac & cheese. In other words: Me from the age of 2-10. Or so. Then we'll have a night like last night where he single-mindedly destroyed 1/3 of a carton of edamame, steamed broccoli, raw carrot, some chicken, 2-3 fortune cookies, and would have eaten an entire container of dried cranberries by the fist full if I'd let him. I expect he will not fit in his footie pajamas tomorrow.
Concepts are starting to creep in: the present-ness or gone-ness of someone, if someone's is sad/crying, if someone is hurt. He'll remember things, like the box that was in his room but is now gone. The fish on the jack o lantern (Angler fish!).
Nursing... It used to be he'd ask to nurse as soon as he saw me. This is less true now, but once he does ask, he is very reluctant to stop and wants to just switch back and forth forever, and then when told no freaks out. I'm imagining we'll carry on til close to his next birthday and/or until his communication skills even out and we can successfully explain things. This is extra hard in the middle of the night.
And that might be sooner than later. QE's been having some very good luck from time to time explaining through whatever is upsetting, and the result is Crime Fighter saying "OK." I've not had a lot of luck with this yet, but it's very gratifying.
Sleep--The whole sleep thing is complicated at best. He went on a sleep strike last week and refused to settle down til past 9 pm (instead of 7:30-8) more days than not, then would be up in the middle of the night and not settle down.
TL:DR- It's still hard, but getting to watch him skillfully climb playground equipment, come up with new words and concepts I'd not heard the day before- goofy tickle fights and chase games... Yep. The aphorism is true: every day is an adventure. I've somewhat failed to keep up with new pics. The tiger pics from around Halloween will have to do for now.
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Yay, CF!
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It was fun getting to chase him around a bit
This is a great age, though I'm sorry he's still having issues with you and the nursing.
Re: It was fun getting to chase him around a bit
Yeah- sleep? WHAT IS THIS THING OF WHICH YOU SPEAK?? That was our night last night. Poor buddy. First night of a cold.