Monday, August 30, 2010
Although as parents we were initially aprehensive of the change, something that can hit him pretty hard, it has actually come at a perfect time. Daycare has been a battle since we returned from vacation. He got quite used to having both parents around and he has been really protesting his return to daily abandonment. He didn't understand that it was only a "vacation". Compounding matters, he's changed a lot in that time too. Now that he is walking and running everywhere, his perspective on the world has changed. It's a couple of feet higher.
He's been reunited with his cohort in the senior room and the daily visits to the playground in place of a stroller walk are great fun (and help tire him out). Today's drop-off was the first since July where there were no tears. Let's carry that streak through to bedtime!
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Needless to say, mommy is having a hard time getting ready for work in the morning. And daddy has resorted to playing Raffi to drown out the sobs on the drive to torture, um, i mean day-care.
Parental doubts loom in again: are we doing the right thing? are we damaging our child? is there something we're missing? or are we just the biggest suckers that ever did live?
Today went a little better at drop off and mommy didn't cry in her boss's office, so we just may be turning a corner.
As I got the thumbs up on a better drop off from daddy-extraordinaire, I reached into my bike bag to get out my iphone, and out fell a fuzzy little red ball. You know, the kind you'd use to make some kind of cool arts and crafts project? The very kind of which Oliver made at daycare and then brought home to share.
At times, parenting is heartbreaking. But today Mommy smiled.
This particular piece of art has been the subject of much conversation around our house. It lives on the fridge but often comes down so Oliver can hold it, walk around and talk about it. In the chaos of the last few days I'd lost track of it but this morning when I opened my bike bag at work I had my reminder. Not one, but TWO fuzzy little red balls popped out over the course of the day. And I know how they got there.
Oliver, I love you too! More than you will ever know.
P.S. Happy Fatherhood Friday to all the amazing Dads out there! Where would be we without you?
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
boys under 6.
The weather at the cottage was blustery and fairly chilly so our plan
of throwing them off the dock all day was thwarted. Improvising after
naptime (and thank all that is good in the world that 3 out of 4
napped well and long) we opted for a trip to the dump. Boys and
garbage, what could better? There are often bears at the dump whatever
thought the little dudes would enjoy bear watching atop mounds of
trash. We figured we'd get lucky since the cottage had already been
visited by a cub this morning.
Unfortunately the bruins weren't cooperating and it was on to improv
plan B - the wolf centre. Again not much luck as we got there too
late. But nearby there's a farm so we took a right and there were the
pigs. Dozens of pigs. And the boys loved them. On the way back to the
car Oliver got loose and made a break for it back to the pen, barking
the whole way. I'm alright with the fact that he thinks dogs and pigs
make the same noise.
Dads on duty meant that the return trip to the cottage had one more
detour. A stop at the marina for Ice Cream Sandwhiches! Who cares if
it was 5:30 and almost dinner time. Surprisingly the boys ate all
their dinner and were fed and bathed by the time the mommies rolled
Smores for dessert just meant that it really was a classic summer
vacation day up north.
Maybe tomorrow we will see bears and wolves and if we are really lucky
some big old moose. We just need to remember to close the windows
tonight. . .
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
We're not starting to potty train the little guy just yet, but we have introduced him to the concept. More accurately he's introduced himself to the concept. One of his favourite games happens to be opening and closing doors. Doesn't matter which door, especially not if it happens to be the bathroom and it happens to be in use. So like I said, he's introduced himself to the concept to both Mommy and Daddy's chagrin.
This morning, we were out for a walk and we stopped at the local Second Cup. The purpose of the visit was twofold: 1) Daddy needed a coffee and 2) Daddy needed to use the bathroom. Conveniently this particular location has a nice and large ground floor family washroom. We've stopped here on many an occasion. Usually I can bring the wee man into the room and leave him in the stroller while I find relief.
Unfortunately today someone had managed to lock the keys inside the can. So instead of the nice and clean spacious family washroom, Daddy's choices were reduced to nothing or the *slightly* less clean facilities in the basement. There was no way the stroller was going to navigate those stairs, but neither was I going to make it to the next coffee shop. Hoisting him from his stroller, babe-in-arms I tacked the challenge. This being the *slightly* less spotless facilities there was no way I was going to release the wee man on his own recognizance. Thankfully he kept the squirming to a minimum and he got a new view of the proceedings.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
When two parents are travelling with an infant under 2 book your seats at either end of the row. It is highly unlikely that the person stuck in the middle will sit there for long thereby providing your offspring with a seat. All the more extra space for toddler gymnastics or, more hopefully, napping.