1. The funny parenting picture. There are a lot of things you picture when you think of becoming a parent. Most of those involve things like cuddling together reading a beloved book, or catching a wobbly-legged baby learning to walk, or sitting cozily gathered around a Christmas tree with a roaring fire ablaze and Nat King Cole softly crooning in the background. Some of the things you don’t think about so much:
- Acting as a “seatbelt” to your child who is sitting on the toilet and requires a “lap belt” for security reasons.
- Never going to the bathroom A) unaccompanied or B) without paws and fingers scratching at the door or C) without tiny voices asking “what kind of potty do you have?”
- Calling out “please don’t bark at the (neighbor’s) dog”
- Explaining “I can’t talk to you when you have shoes in your mouth. Please take those out first.”
- The reverse hostage negotiation that bedtime sometimes feels like.
Parenthood is funny and weird and hard and wonderful. Often all at the same time.
2. Mother Hen and the Not Potty Trainer. I’m sorry there is a lot of potty talk in this week’s post, but Sophie has gotten really excited about Milo being potty trained. She is the only one. Milo is not the least bit interested, so I haven’t even begun attempting to socialize the idea. But little mother hen follows him around and says “Milo, when you choose big kid pants, you can choose Lightening McQueen or Mater or Racecars” or “Milo, you can be big and go on the potty!” and Milo gives a half-hearted “yeah, Sophie.” and moves on distractedly.
I’m hoping this less-than-subliminal messaging pays off in the next few months and he begins to show a modicum of interest. I’ll be honest that the idea of potty training Milo sounds like less fun than most things that exist.
3. Working out working out. How do you balance working out with spouses and kids? Our brief attempt at a gym membership this summer worked out not at all in the working out department. We got plenty of use out of the pool, but getting either of the children to survive the 10-mintue crying policy at the gym’s childcare was mostly a fail. And by mostly, I mean totally, which meant my 8 minute workouts didn’t do much for me.
I’ve been fairly good at getting in a walk/run/move, yoga, or a DVD before the kids wake up (since that’s the only time in the universe that works for us), but with the dark morning hours upon us, I find that exercising outside by myself (which is the only way I really like to exercise) doesn’t feel as safe, and (even with my geriatric 9-9:30pm bedtime) trying to peel my eyelids open at 5am in what feels like the dead of night to work out in my living room feels way harder than when they open to happy sunshine in the summer. Hit me with your best tips!
(p.s. If you’ve got diastasis recti and are starting to get back into workouts, see what I did about that here)
4. Accidental Narcolepsy. Funniest moment of the week was on Tuesday. Milo had a cold and we all knew it (i.e. Man Cold). He was tired and cranky and doing everything he could to tease Sophie to death all day. When it was time for quiet time in the afternoon, I did everything in my power to get him to fall asleep. Not even a long blink. Definitely not a breath of a nap.
He continued to run around like crazy all afternoon until around 4pm. I know the saying “don’t wake a sleeping baby,” and, I mean, that sounds nice and all, but I also know a whole lotta mamas who will tell you that toddler math means that a 3 minute car nap equals 2-3 hours of bouncing off the walls at bedtime, and at our house, any sleep after about 2:30pm means my kids will be UP.
So, when Milo jumped up on the couch and immediately (like, immediately) FELL OVER asleep around 4pm, I was conflicted. I knew that bedtime was a mere 3 hours away and didn’t want to risk an UP ALL NIGHT situation. So, I tried to wake him up. Only, he wouldn’t. It was the deepest, soundest sleep of his life. Despite their largely sterling qualities, both my kids sleep like feathers. Breathe loudly or close a door on the other floor of the house, and they’re AWAKE. But Milo WOULD NOT wake up for the next 30 minutes.
I tried jiggling, kissing, talking, tickling, singing, etc. completely unsuccessfully for 30 minutes. I finally laid him down on the floor and log rolled him a few times. Nothing. So I went to get a chocolate chip from the pantry for bribery, and when I turned around, he was sitting up and smiling at me. At least I got almost all my waking up attempts on camera. Those’ll be fun in the wedding video.
5. All the Fall Things. The weather has been miraculously, unseasonably cool here in the desert for the last week-ish. I don’t think it will stick, and we’ll have another heat wave before things cool off for real at Halloween, but my, my, my does it have me happy. We’ve played at the park, and made plans for visits to the pumpkin patch and the zoo soon. WELCOME FALL!!!