Daily Archives: March 20, 2013

Oh Dear, Oh My

The Toddler has made the last couple of days… er … interesting to say the least.  He is cutting multiple molars. Cranky as a … something that is terribly cranky.  AND is not sleeping as much as he should.  Therefore I am not sleeping as much as I should.

So weeks?  You win some and you lose some.  Today started off pretty smooth.

Up at 7AM.(Where did my 8:30AM sleeper go?) We both got dressed.  Casual cotton for him.  Dryfit Nike for me.  Then we bumbled our way downstairs.

Breakfast was delightful.  We had blueberries, a banana, cherrios and non-fat yogurt. YUM. As we listened to the Ipod on shuffle.  Boy does he love him some Lady Gaga- he actually sings when she comes on.  Apparently he doesn’t love country as much as I do- but Gaga? Goodness gracious he shakes his booty.

8AM-9AM-I decided that I could not go a second longer without cleaning the floors, so clean I did.  D stayed in his high chair as I dusted-I give him another duster and he is happy and content “dusting” his high chair and tray.  Helping mom like a big boy.  I then move furniture and break out the big vacuum and go to town.  D LOVES the vacuum cleaner- but would much rather have front row seats than his post way up high in the chair.  So over the loud drone of the vacuum I hear his protests.  Thanks buddy.  If you didn’t attempt to pull out the cord you would be allowed to “help” while the vacuuming was in progress.

After I finish vacuuming downstairs- I free the Toddler- who runs giddily  babbling-laughing toward the monstrosity of our vacuum cleaner.  He then proceeds to “vacuum” for over 30 minutes.  This enables me to wipe down all the surfaces downstairs.  And disinfect all of his toys, and a couple books.

Around 9:15AM I realize we should hit the park.  Because on this day?  This day it is cloudy.  It is never cloudy. So I load of the cup of water, apple sauce, football, tennis ball, pine cone(he loves those things), and sand truck into the stroller.  Put D’s shoes on and a sweater-which by the way I almost packed up most of his sweaters since it has been in the 90s the past week. Thankgoodness I got too tired.  Watch, cell phone, sunglasses, shoes and I am set.  We head out through the garage-at this point I can tell the tide has changed.  D doesn’t look good.  You can just tell he is ‘off”.  Eh- we head out-because both of us need time out of the house each day and this afternoon would probably be too hot for the 20 minute walk to the park.

Away we went.  Chatted with one of our sweet neighbors- and D attempted to share all of his toys with him.  Taking them out of his stroller and then running over and giving them to him.  Such a good sharer!  Since the walk is a good mile and a half away I pick D up to plop him in the stroller and low and behold you would have thought that I was killing him.  So the protest passes.  It is only 5 seconds-but seriously five seconds too long for me.  He clings to his tennis ball and points at various things on our walk.  I tell him what he is pointing at.  We see familiar faces on the way- wave hi-and pass.  D enjoys seeing dogs on the trail and waves “hi” at them.

At about half-way- when you can see the big toy in the distance he started to fuss-which never happens.  So I let him out and we walk together to the park.  He still looked ‘off’ but was happy to be doing exactly what he wanted to do.  So we played-swung-climbed-played in the sandbox-shared toys-and enjoyed time with another 16 month old girl who we now see often-plus I LOVE her mom. WIN-WIN.  But D doesn’t look happy- save for when he was climbing a new section(all by himself for the first time) and was successful- and when he was playing with the little girl.  We lasted probably 30 minutes before it was just time.  Time to go.  So we loaded up-hit the road.  Finished our applesauce.

As soon as we got through the door at home.  BAM. He was whining and crying and throwing things-things that he perfectly knew he wasn’t supposed to throw.  So I tried reading some books with him on the couch-something I now do to calm him down from all the hard playing before nap time- he didn’t even want to read- WHO IS THIS? AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY CHILD?!? The Toddler loves books!!!

I ask him if it is “Nite-Nite” time. He nods and runs for the gate to go upstairs.

As I type he is napping.  I am hoping that this “Phase” of whining(ear piercing whining) is from teething.  Otherwise- OH DEAR-OH MY- it MUST pass quick.  PLEASE OH PLEASE.

I am clinging to a caffeine-free diet coke.  Hoping that the rest of our day is filled with happy times- giggles-snuggles and play.  But if the past couple days are any indication.  I have another 8 hours until the Husband gets home and BOY are my hands going to be full with the little teething monster.

BUT, when I think my headache will never go away from the screaming-the tears-the whining- he does something adorable.  Like climb up on the couch next to me, hugs me, cuddles in close and shares some of his blueberries.  So teething you may make my toddler turn into the Incredible Hulk- but its nice to know that those times will pass.