Parker Week 37 – Hello Speedy!
September 30, 2009
In the past three weeks Parker has gone from sort of crawling to a high speed motor around the house. He knows what he likes (cat food/water, wires of any kind, the PS3) and he goes straight for it without hesitation. He loves to pull himself up onto things now (the couch/stools/chairs, his parents, his brother, pretty much anything that will stay still long enough for him to grab on). Last week he even crawled up the stairs by himself (with careful spotting from Dad of course). It’s amazing how quickly babies figure this stuff out. I know it won’t be long before he’s walking, though he doesn’t really have that balance thing down yet.
Parker loves his new-found ability, and would really prefer to be down and crawling all the time (which just isn’t possible in places like a doctor’s office or the grocery store…) he is also not shy about letting his displeasure about confinement be known to anyone within earshot.
Xander also loves Parker’s new-found ability. Zach and I joking equate it to Xander having a puppy because Parker will eagerly chase Xander around the whole house and the two of them will laugh and giggle the entire time. Just about 9 months now, and I have a feeling he’ll be walking about the same time his brother did, in a few months. Will that make life easier, harder, or a little of both…?
It’s been almost a month since we “sold” Xander’s binkies. It’s been a good move I think. It was time. We were ready. He was ready. These are the phrases that keep marching through my head every night at bed time. Xander is generally a great kid. He’s positive, upbeat, happy and usually cooperative. Like all kids (let’s be honest, even adults), he doesn’t react well to the word ‘no’, but we can usually move on pretty quickly. Until the dreaded bedtime.
Yesterday was Xander’s first day in the Purple Room. We were all so excited about this change – new and exciting challenges, etc. So last night, Zach went grocery shopping as he does every Monday night. Xander and I watched about 20 minutes of a movie (while I read a book to Parker – gotta love multi-tasking!) Then when I took Parker to the kitchen to feed him dinner, Xander followed us. I was busy trying to convince Parker to open his mouth, and not paying super close attention to Xander bopping around in the kitchen. He was sort of babbling to himself (more on that in another post). But then Xander said something that caught my attention. I stopped, turned and listened more closely. Then I thought to myself, ‘nah, that can’t be what he said’, so I said Xander, what did you say? He turned to me with a smile on his face, and said as casually as you would say lamp, “fuckin” to which I responded, “say that again please?” and he repeated it again. My two year old son dropped the f-bomb (twice) and thought it was perfectly normal.
Sometimes it feels like just a few weeks ago I was waddling around in the middle of August with a belly that didn’t seem to end, or walking up and down my street, pausing for every contraction and hoping that soon I’d be ready to go to the hospital, or giving Xander his first bath, or getting peed on again because we hadn’t yet figured out the brilliance of a “pee-pee cloth”.
For about a week and a half after I returned from my conference Xander was all about Mommy. Mommy needed to help him with everything, and play with him, and read him books, and help him get dressed, etc. And I was happy to help – I had missed it for a week! During all this time we were spending together, Xander was incredibly sweet to me. One morning as we were all getting ready to go to work/day care, Xander ran upstairs to get the pillow from his bed. I helped him carry it downstairs, and then tried to get him settled on the couch to watch an episode of Little Einsteins while I showered (yes, we use the tv as a babysitter on occasion). Xander asked me to sit with him, and I was about to protest when he told me “I got this pillow for you Mama, for your back” (I don’t have back problems, but the thoughtfulness was great)! How could I say no? So I sat and cuddled my little boy for a few minutes, and then with some hesitation, got up to take a shower. Xander was also eating a few coco puffs that morning (a special treat for staying in his big boy bed all night). As I got up to leave, he told me, “I save some coco puffs for you Mama” – again with the sweetness that could melt your heart.
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