My daughter is amazing sometimes. She is also going to grow up to be the kid of person who always gets what she wants. Case in point, below is an actual conversation she had with her grandmother tonight:
Grandma: Come on Jocelyn, let's go back to the living room. Mommy and Daddy want to see you. They miss you.
Jocelyn: They don't miss me.
G: Sure they do. Come on.
J: No they don't. They go to work all the time.
She said it completely matter-of-factly. Like, it wasn't a problem, it was just reality. We don't miss her. We ditch her for work all the time.
Yesterday we went shopping. First we went to a store for me so I could get vacation clothes. She was super helpful, and picked out all sorts of cute stuff for me to try. She was amazing at picking out colors for me. It was adorable! At one point I came out of the fitting room in a purple shirt (that I did not like, and thus did not get), and she yelled, "Oh mommy! Look at your purple!" I nearly died. She also picked out a bra that she wanted (yes, my 2.5 year old wants a bra). It was pink and leopard print. So, not only does my 2.5 year old want a bra... she wants a stripper bra! She put it on - put the cups on her tushie a wrapped the band around her body. I cracked up!
When we went to Baby/Kids Gap, she had a ball! She picked out all sorts of new clothes - including adorable socks and underwear! She picked out a few outfits, a new swimsuit, some Disney Princess pajamas, and also some fun stuff for Donovan. They will be the best-dressed kids on vacation.
Speaking of underwear.... potty training has taken a halt. It's very frustrating. She can do it. She can hold it. She will hold it all day. But she refuses to use the potty. She will ask for a diaper to pee in. For a while we fought it, which is one book said to do. But then I read some more stuff, and it seemed like there was more advice for letting it go and revisiting it later. It said to not even mention the potty, and that they will come around on their own.
We have actually decided to take a hybrid approach. We are not mentioning the potty much, but we did tell her that when she turns 3 that there will be no more diapers for her, and that she will have to pee in the potty. She seems good with this. She knows she is 2.5, and she knows that she is not 3 yet - she reminds us every time we invite her to use the potty (I'm not 3 yet!). We invite her to practice all she wants, but tell her that it's up to her.
She has been excited to show off to her Grandma how she likes to wear underwear. But she is very quick to tell grandma that it's time for a diaper when she has to pee. Since she *can* do it, I have to imagine that soon she will actually start doing it.
Monday, March 25, 2013
Saturday, March 23, 2013
No weaning, no cry
I know... Donovan is nearly 14 months old, and I have not updated for his 13 months yet. Sue me. It's been a busy month :-P.
We are working on weaning. And, really, *we* aren't working on it... I am. He is resisting. I sold off my at-home hospital grade pump, and I stopped pumping at work. We are through our freezer stash. I only nurse him morning and night (and, when he was sick, a few other times). I have traveled quite a bit over the past month. Probably 10 days/nights away from him. He is fine when I am gone. Yet, when I return, nursing is the thing he wants most.
Tonight, I tried to hold him off. He kept on pulling on my shirt, kept on asking for it. Finally, at bed time, when I was trying to walk / rock him to sleep, he finally got me to agree. He wouldn't settle. He slapped my chest. He tugged at my shirt. I finally gave in. But I didn't use the boppy - I didn't want it to be super comfortable. Yet, there he went. Nursed away. And then went right to sleep.
I will give him a few more months. Surely my supply has tanked - so he is not getting much food from me. But he is not ready to give up the boob. Yup, I am probably raising a future breast-man (just like his daddy, I suppose).
Poor Donovan has had a run of bad luck. He had a new tooth pop in around Valentine's day, which was a total beast. Then he got a little cold. Then I went away for a few days for work. Then he wound up with a severe cough and was breathing so poorly that I took him to the ER - he was fine, just a minor upper respiratory infection, but since he was breathing badly I had to take him in. Then we flew to DC, which was miserable for him, and he was super sick while we were there. Then he started feeling better (and was a champ on the flight home), but the flight seemed to make him sick again and he wound up on antibiotics.
But other than the illness, DC was a lot of fun. Since Donovan wasn't feeling great, he only wanted mommy and daddy, but he eventually warmed up to Uncle Pat. What he did love, however, were all the dogs. It turns out that lots of people have dogs in DC, so whenever we were out he interacted with them. There were a few times when he wasn't being held or in a stroller, and he took off running for dogs that he saw. And when we were at the zoo, forget about it. He was super into the animals. He especially loved the tiger, which walked back and forth and was very beautiful and majestic. Yeah, he's an animal lover.
In other news, Donovan still loves me more than he loves anybody else, and I think he loves me more than anybody else loves me. When I go away for a few days, he is the happiest to see me when I get back. His whole face lights up! And he gives me big hugs and kisses when I ask for them. It's pretty awesome.
But here is a funny thing he does - Donovan only wants me when I am busy. We have a system. Donovan is off doing his own thing - playing with a puzzle, putting blocks in a box, etc. So I get up to do something (anything, really... wash dishes, cook, fold clothes, etc.). And, as soon as he notices I am busy, he gets up and demands my attention. He gets between me and what I am doing - pushing or pulling me if he has to. So then I pick him up, we play and interact for a few minutes, and after a few minutes he pushes away from me and plays by himself again. If I try to engage with him, he ignores me. Then I start doing something, and it all starts over. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
It's actually really cute. And sweet. Unless I'm actually trying to get something done. Then it's annoying.
Donovan had a lot of new words now. He can say duck, up, down, out and dog. He also understands just about everything. He can follow simple directions. He just loves putting things into things and collecting like things. For example, he loves to gather up the blocks and put the into their bag. He loves to put the shapes into the shape sorter and then dump them back out and start over. He also loves to go outside. Outside is his favorite place - it doesn't matter where we are, if there is a door open to outside, he wants to walk through it. In fact, sometimes he does walk through open doors, and he doesn't look back. Then somebody has to chase him once he is halfway down the walkway. It's pretty hillarious.
There is so much more to still tell, but then I won't have anything to write for his 14 month update. So I better keep something :-P.
We are working on weaning. And, really, *we* aren't working on it... I am. He is resisting. I sold off my at-home hospital grade pump, and I stopped pumping at work. We are through our freezer stash. I only nurse him morning and night (and, when he was sick, a few other times). I have traveled quite a bit over the past month. Probably 10 days/nights away from him. He is fine when I am gone. Yet, when I return, nursing is the thing he wants most.
Tonight, I tried to hold him off. He kept on pulling on my shirt, kept on asking for it. Finally, at bed time, when I was trying to walk / rock him to sleep, he finally got me to agree. He wouldn't settle. He slapped my chest. He tugged at my shirt. I finally gave in. But I didn't use the boppy - I didn't want it to be super comfortable. Yet, there he went. Nursed away. And then went right to sleep.
I will give him a few more months. Surely my supply has tanked - so he is not getting much food from me. But he is not ready to give up the boob. Yup, I am probably raising a future breast-man (just like his daddy, I suppose).
Poor Donovan has had a run of bad luck. He had a new tooth pop in around Valentine's day, which was a total beast. Then he got a little cold. Then I went away for a few days for work. Then he wound up with a severe cough and was breathing so poorly that I took him to the ER - he was fine, just a minor upper respiratory infection, but since he was breathing badly I had to take him in. Then we flew to DC, which was miserable for him, and he was super sick while we were there. Then he started feeling better (and was a champ on the flight home), but the flight seemed to make him sick again and he wound up on antibiotics.
But other than the illness, DC was a lot of fun. Since Donovan wasn't feeling great, he only wanted mommy and daddy, but he eventually warmed up to Uncle Pat. What he did love, however, were all the dogs. It turns out that lots of people have dogs in DC, so whenever we were out he interacted with them. There were a few times when he wasn't being held or in a stroller, and he took off running for dogs that he saw. And when we were at the zoo, forget about it. He was super into the animals. He especially loved the tiger, which walked back and forth and was very beautiful and majestic. Yeah, he's an animal lover.
In other news, Donovan still loves me more than he loves anybody else, and I think he loves me more than anybody else loves me. When I go away for a few days, he is the happiest to see me when I get back. His whole face lights up! And he gives me big hugs and kisses when I ask for them. It's pretty awesome.
But here is a funny thing he does - Donovan only wants me when I am busy. We have a system. Donovan is off doing his own thing - playing with a puzzle, putting blocks in a box, etc. So I get up to do something (anything, really... wash dishes, cook, fold clothes, etc.). And, as soon as he notices I am busy, he gets up and demands my attention. He gets between me and what I am doing - pushing or pulling me if he has to. So then I pick him up, we play and interact for a few minutes, and after a few minutes he pushes away from me and plays by himself again. If I try to engage with him, he ignores me. Then I start doing something, and it all starts over. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
It's actually really cute. And sweet. Unless I'm actually trying to get something done. Then it's annoying.
Donovan had a lot of new words now. He can say duck, up, down, out and dog. He also understands just about everything. He can follow simple directions. He just loves putting things into things and collecting like things. For example, he loves to gather up the blocks and put the into their bag. He loves to put the shapes into the shape sorter and then dump them back out and start over. He also loves to go outside. Outside is his favorite place - it doesn't matter where we are, if there is a door open to outside, he wants to walk through it. In fact, sometimes he does walk through open doors, and he doesn't look back. Then somebody has to chase him once he is halfway down the walkway. It's pretty hillarious.
There is so much more to still tell, but then I won't have anything to write for his 14 month update. So I better keep something :-P.
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