Last week, Matthew tricked me with the same shenanigans he'd tricked me with a month or two ago. He had his hand in a fist for a long time, like maybe ten minutes, so finally I asked him what was in it and held out my hand so he could drop whatever sweaty item was clenched in there. He dutifully opened his hand, said, "Drool," and let all the drool run out into my hand. Then he giggled uncontrollably.
Today was a new one. We were in the car, and Matt had his water bottle, as is not uncommon since he is usually thirsty when we're driving home from the gym. I glanced back and saw that he was pouring the water out on his leg, so I made him hand me the bottle. When I was getting him out of his car seat, he started shouting, "Pee! Pee!" and pointing at his wet shorts. I said, "Matt, you didn't pee. I saw you pour the water on your leg." He insisted, "Pee! Pee!" This trick would have been a good one... but he really needs to perfect pouring the water on the right part of his shorts.
And, oh, what next? This kid's not even two.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Little kitchen helper
I have a wonderful little kitchen helper! (His main limitation seems to be his height, but soon enough he'll be able to reach things without needing to scurry around moving his stool from place to place.)
Really, I think this is about Matthew's crazy-good memory again probably.
One time a few weeks ago, Matt helped me make some waffles. The mix calls for the actual waffle mix, an egg, milk, and oil. We also use cooking spray on the waffle iron. Then a few weeks later, Jeff was making waffles, and Matt decided to help him. Jeff got out the bowl, the mix, the egg, and the milk. Matthew ran to the food cupboard, got out the cooking spray and oil, and set them on the counter. Jeff handed back the oil, saying he didn't need it. Matthew looked at him and handed it back. Jeff mixed up the other ingredients and then, much to his surprise, saw that he did need the oil!
Today, I asked Matthew if he'd like to help me cook some rice. He was pretty enthusiastic, of course, so I asked him what we would need. He said water, rice. I asked him what we should put it in, and he said cup. I wasn't sure if he knew what I was asking, so I rephrased and asked him what we should cook it in on the stove. He said pot. Clearly, my phrasing had been too vague. Then I asked him what we should use to measure the rice and water, and he said cup again. (He must think I ask the easiest questions.) I asked him how he was going to be able to reach the counter to help pour the rice and water in the pot, and he just ran full speed to the bathroom to get his stool.
Yep, the best little kitchen helper.
Really, I think this is about Matthew's crazy-good memory again probably.
One time a few weeks ago, Matt helped me make some waffles. The mix calls for the actual waffle mix, an egg, milk, and oil. We also use cooking spray on the waffle iron. Then a few weeks later, Jeff was making waffles, and Matt decided to help him. Jeff got out the bowl, the mix, the egg, and the milk. Matthew ran to the food cupboard, got out the cooking spray and oil, and set them on the counter. Jeff handed back the oil, saying he didn't need it. Matthew looked at him and handed it back. Jeff mixed up the other ingredients and then, much to his surprise, saw that he did need the oil!
Today, I asked Matthew if he'd like to help me cook some rice. He was pretty enthusiastic, of course, so I asked him what we would need. He said water, rice. I asked him what we should put it in, and he said cup. I wasn't sure if he knew what I was asking, so I rephrased and asked him what we should cook it in on the stove. He said pot. Clearly, my phrasing had been too vague. Then I asked him what we should use to measure the rice and water, and he said cup again. (He must think I ask the easiest questions.) I asked him how he was going to be able to reach the counter to help pour the rice and water in the pot, and he just ran full speed to the bathroom to get his stool.
Yep, the best little kitchen helper.
Monday, March 25, 2013
Phenomenal memory
I'm generally impressed with Matthew's little toddler memory, but the other day I was astounded.
Matt enjoys pointing to objects and then saying a person's name, like "Ball. Dada," "Blue shirt. Dada," "Green hat. Mama," "Tea. Grandpa."
He has a book with a picture of an iron in it. He pointed at it, I said, "Iron," and he said, "Mama." I said, "Yep, sometimes I iron." (By "sometimes," I mean, "maybe twice a year.") Matthew pointed to himself, grabbed his shirt, then said, "B! B! B!" I was a little confused until I remembered that yes, in fact, I had ironed a "B" onto the shirt I made that says "Big Brother." He hasn't seen the iron since. That apparently memorable event happened in November!
Matt enjoys pointing to objects and then saying a person's name, like "Ball. Dada," "Blue shirt. Dada," "Green hat. Mama," "Tea. Grandpa."
He has a book with a picture of an iron in it. He pointed at it, I said, "Iron," and he said, "Mama." I said, "Yep, sometimes I iron." (By "sometimes," I mean, "maybe twice a year.") Matthew pointed to himself, grabbed his shirt, then said, "B! B! B!" I was a little confused until I remembered that yes, in fact, I had ironed a "B" onto the shirt I made that says "Big Brother." He hasn't seen the iron since. That apparently memorable event happened in November!
Friday, March 22, 2013
A bad case of the "You just wait"s
Major life changes and strongly held values tend to bring out the worst in people, I've found. Not their own major life changes or strongly held values, mind you, but those of other people.
Let me explain.
If you know me at all, you know that one of my notable characteristics is knowing what I want, knowing what I believe, and not being swayed easily by the opinions of others unless they are unusually well reasoned and logical. (Yes, sticking with this requires a good bit of stubbornness, which, of course, I have.) I've been like this my whole life, as far as I can remember.
It begins early, the encounters that include the words, "Oh, you just wait..."
Here's a typical script––fill in with your particular experiences:
Person: "Oh, you're going to ?"
Me: "Yes, definitely."
Person: "You might think that now, but you just wait until happens. Then you're going to ."
Me: "Nope, I don't think so. Still planning to ."
Here are some examples of how this has played out in my life so far.
Example #1, as teenager:
Person: "Oh, you're going to wait until marriage to have sex?"
Me: "Yes, definitely."
Person: "You might think that now, but you just wait until you fall in love. Then you're going to change your mind so fast!" (or, "You might think that now, but you just wait until you drink too much and meet some cute guy. Then you're definitely going to do it.")
Me: "Nope, I don't think so. Still planning to wait till I'm married."
Outcome: Yep, I was right.
Example #2, while playing sports:
Person: "Oh, you run marathons/play rugby/play roller derby?"
Me: "Yes, I do. I love it!"
Person: "You might love it now, but you just wait until your knees are shot/your back hurts/you break your ankle. Then you'll wish you hadn't done something so hard on your body. It seems fun while you're young."
Me: "Nope, I don't think so. I'd regret it more if I didn't run/play."
Outcome: No regrets. Breaking my ankle really sucked, but even so, it's pregnancy stopping me from playing again, not regrets over a broken bone.
Example #3, while newly engaged:
Person: "Oh, you're going to get married soon? How exciting! Are you excited? Well, you will be until you start having all those newlywed fights."
Me: "Yes, I'm definitely excited. I think it will be great."
Person: "You might think that now, but you just wait until you can't stand being married and just fight about stupid little things. Then you're going to wish you were still single."
Me: "Nope, I don't think so. That's not how our relationship is now, and I can't imagine it will be much different just because we're married."
Outcome: Yep, no flurry of newlywed fights for Jeff and me. I can kind of recall maybe some brief disagreements resulting from trying to talk to each other from different rooms in the house, but that's easily resolved. We're a pretty peaceful and compatible couple with cooperation as our overriding default... you know, just as we have been since we first started dating.
Examples #4, #5, #6, #7... (oh, they're endless!) while pregnant with kid #1:
Person: "Oh, you're going to have a baby?"
Me: "Yep! We're pretty excited."
Person: "It IS exciting... but you just wait! You're never going to sleep again!"
Me: "Nope, pretty sure that would be impossible."
Outcome: I have, indeed, slept again since Matthew was born.
Person: "Are you planning to breastfeed?"
Me: "Yes, I am."
Person: "Oh, you might think that now, but you just wait until you're too tired to get up in the night/your boobs hurt/you find it really inconvenient/you want to drink heavily (clearly, these people don't know me...) Then you're going to see how great formula is."
Me: "Nope, I'm going to breastfeed. Let's stop talking about my boobs now. Awkward."
Outcome: I didn't love it, but I didn't expect to, and the goal was accomplished.
Person: "So-and-so is being induced tomorrow. Are you going to be induced?"
Me: "No, definitely not."
Person: "Oh, you might think that now, but you just wait until you're already past your due date and you're too big to move and you just want that baby out!"
Me: "Nope, that's not going to happen."
Outcome: No induction here. And no pain meds.
Person: "You're planning to use cloth diapers?"
Me: "Yes, we are."
Person: "Oh, you might think that now, but you just wait until you have to actually change those diapers! And wash them! You'll probably be all on board with disposables then."
Me: "Nope, I don't think so."
Outcome: LOVE the cloth diapers. Mainly because I'm lazy and hate to buy things. Or even have to remember to buy things. And kind of hate spending money, especially for things designed to be thrown away.
I could go on and on, but onto the next life event...
Example #6, while pregnant with kid #2:
Person: "Oh, you're going to have another kid? How are you feeling now, pregnancy-wise?"
Me: "Oh, not too bad. Just a little tired. I'm bad at sleeping while pregnant."
See #4 for how this plays out.
Person: "What tv shows does Matthew like?"
Me: "Oh, he doesn't really watch tv."
Person: "Oh, you might say that now, but once you have a baby, you'll do anything to get a few minutes of peace and quiet from your toddler."
Me: "Nope, not going to happen. I kind of hate tv."
And that brings us up to the present.
Now I'll clarify: It's not that I think most topics have a "right" and "wrong" side. It's a continuum. It's that I think, "Every person's experience is different. Your life is not like mine. Your opinions hold no sway over my decisions." What I believe strongly may be insignificant to you, and vice versa.
I'm not saying it's better to risk wrecking my body by playing roughneck sports (as my grandma would say), then deliver a baby without unneeded interventions, feed that baby with my boobs, and catch his excrement with reusable cloth while not letting a toddler watch tv or eat sugary snacks. But I am saying it's better for me.
Maybe for you, it's better to risk wrecking your body by not doing anything, delivering a baby through elective c-section, feeding that baby with a bottle, and catching his excrement in plastic while letting your toddler watch tv and eat sugary snacks. And I will not offer my opinion on that. You know, because it's your life! I don't know what's best for you. I don't know anything about you, anything real.
Mainly, what I find irritating is how everyone from complete strangers to casual acquaintances to true friends seem prone to catching a case of the "you just wait"s. I'm sure I do, too, though I try to actively guard against it (especially when people with younger babies ask me things about my experience––it probably gets repetitive that I'm always saying, "Well, in my experience so far... blah blah blah... but it's different for everybody. You know what will work best for you.") It's the fact that the "you just wait"s are always accompanied by a flippant disregard for and dismissal of someone else's opinion or experience that really gets me.
What are your best encounters with "you just wait"?
Let me explain.
If you know me at all, you know that one of my notable characteristics is knowing what I want, knowing what I believe, and not being swayed easily by the opinions of others unless they are unusually well reasoned and logical. (Yes, sticking with this requires a good bit of stubbornness, which, of course, I have.) I've been like this my whole life, as far as I can remember.
It begins early, the encounters that include the words, "Oh, you just wait..."
Here's a typical script––fill in with your particular experiences:
Person: "Oh, you're going to ?"
Me: "Yes, definitely."
Person: "You might think that now, but you just wait until happens. Then you're going to ."
Me: "Nope, I don't think so. Still planning to ."
Here are some examples of how this has played out in my life so far.
Example #1, as teenager:
Person: "Oh, you're going to wait until marriage to have sex?"
Me: "Yes, definitely."
Person: "You might think that now, but you just wait until you fall in love. Then you're going to change your mind so fast!" (or, "You might think that now, but you just wait until you drink too much and meet some cute guy. Then you're definitely going to do it.")
Me: "Nope, I don't think so. Still planning to wait till I'm married."
Outcome: Yep, I was right.
Example #2, while playing sports:
Person: "Oh, you run marathons/play rugby/play roller derby?"
Me: "Yes, I do. I love it!"
Person: "You might love it now, but you just wait until your knees are shot/your back hurts/you break your ankle. Then you'll wish you hadn't done something so hard on your body. It seems fun while you're young."
Me: "Nope, I don't think so. I'd regret it more if I didn't run/play."
Outcome: No regrets. Breaking my ankle really sucked, but even so, it's pregnancy stopping me from playing again, not regrets over a broken bone.
Example #3, while newly engaged:
Person: "Oh, you're going to get married soon? How exciting! Are you excited? Well, you will be until you start having all those newlywed fights."
Me: "Yes, I'm definitely excited. I think it will be great."
Person: "You might think that now, but you just wait until you can't stand being married and just fight about stupid little things. Then you're going to wish you were still single."
Me: "Nope, I don't think so. That's not how our relationship is now, and I can't imagine it will be much different just because we're married."
Outcome: Yep, no flurry of newlywed fights for Jeff and me. I can kind of recall maybe some brief disagreements resulting from trying to talk to each other from different rooms in the house, but that's easily resolved. We're a pretty peaceful and compatible couple with cooperation as our overriding default... you know, just as we have been since we first started dating.
Examples #4, #5, #6, #7... (oh, they're endless!) while pregnant with kid #1:
Person: "Oh, you're going to have a baby?"
Me: "Yep! We're pretty excited."
Person: "It IS exciting... but you just wait! You're never going to sleep again!"
Me: "Nope, pretty sure that would be impossible."
Outcome: I have, indeed, slept again since Matthew was born.
Person: "Are you planning to breastfeed?"
Me: "Yes, I am."
Person: "Oh, you might think that now, but you just wait until you're too tired to get up in the night/your boobs hurt/you find it really inconvenient/you want to drink heavily (clearly, these people don't know me...) Then you're going to see how great formula is."
Me: "Nope, I'm going to breastfeed. Let's stop talking about my boobs now. Awkward."
Outcome: I didn't love it, but I didn't expect to, and the goal was accomplished.
Person: "So-and-so is being induced tomorrow. Are you going to be induced?"
Me: "No, definitely not."
Person: "Oh, you might think that now, but you just wait until you're already past your due date and you're too big to move and you just want that baby out!"
Me: "Nope, that's not going to happen."
Outcome: No induction here. And no pain meds.
Person: "You're planning to use cloth diapers?"
Me: "Yes, we are."
Person: "Oh, you might think that now, but you just wait until you have to actually change those diapers! And wash them! You'll probably be all on board with disposables then."
Me: "Nope, I don't think so."
Outcome: LOVE the cloth diapers. Mainly because I'm lazy and hate to buy things. Or even have to remember to buy things. And kind of hate spending money, especially for things designed to be thrown away.
I could go on and on, but onto the next life event...
Example #6, while pregnant with kid #2:
Person: "Oh, you're going to have another kid? How are you feeling now, pregnancy-wise?"
Me: "Oh, not too bad. Just a little tired. I'm bad at sleeping while pregnant."
See #4 for how this plays out.
Person: "What tv shows does Matthew like?"
Me: "Oh, he doesn't really watch tv."
Person: "Oh, you might say that now, but once you have a baby, you'll do anything to get a few minutes of peace and quiet from your toddler."
Me: "Nope, not going to happen. I kind of hate tv."
And that brings us up to the present.
Now I'll clarify: It's not that I think most topics have a "right" and "wrong" side. It's a continuum. It's that I think, "Every person's experience is different. Your life is not like mine. Your opinions hold no sway over my decisions." What I believe strongly may be insignificant to you, and vice versa.
I'm not saying it's better to risk wrecking my body by playing roughneck sports (as my grandma would say), then deliver a baby without unneeded interventions, feed that baby with my boobs, and catch his excrement with reusable cloth while not letting a toddler watch tv or eat sugary snacks. But I am saying it's better for me.
Maybe for you, it's better to risk wrecking your body by not doing anything, delivering a baby through elective c-section, feeding that baby with a bottle, and catching his excrement in plastic while letting your toddler watch tv and eat sugary snacks. And I will not offer my opinion on that. You know, because it's your life! I don't know what's best for you. I don't know anything about you, anything real.
Mainly, what I find irritating is how everyone from complete strangers to casual acquaintances to true friends seem prone to catching a case of the "you just wait"s. I'm sure I do, too, though I try to actively guard against it (especially when people with younger babies ask me things about my experience––it probably gets repetitive that I'm always saying, "Well, in my experience so far... blah blah blah... but it's different for everybody. You know what will work best for you.") It's the fact that the "you just wait"s are always accompanied by a flippant disregard for and dismissal of someone else's opinion or experience that really gets me.
What are your best encounters with "you just wait"?
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Chattier Chatty Matty
I didn't think it was possible, but Chatty Matty is getting even chattier! He already talks all day, but soon he'll be able to talk to ANYONE all day! Translation: His words are starting to sound like words instead of just one part of the word.
For example, instead of just "poo," Matthew's been saying "ampoo" the past couple days for "shampoo." Instead of just saying "eek," which is supposed to be "oink," he's been trying to say "pig" (sounds like "pa" right now). And tonight he said "hot dog" pretty clearly. Then said it a bunch more times. He's been working on "sheepdog" and "catfish," too.
The other way Matt's been getting chattier is at night. You'd think after talking all day most days, he'd run out of things to say. Nope. The past week, he's chatted to himself in his room for 15 to 45 minutes every night, just saying all the words he knows. His favorites seem to be pop!, hop!, grandpa, dada, mom mom, moo, and baa! Usually with enthusiasm! And volume!
For example, instead of just "poo," Matthew's been saying "ampoo" the past couple days for "shampoo." Instead of just saying "eek," which is supposed to be "oink," he's been trying to say "pig" (sounds like "pa" right now). And tonight he said "hot dog" pretty clearly. Then said it a bunch more times. He's been working on "sheepdog" and "catfish," too.
The other way Matt's been getting chattier is at night. You'd think after talking all day most days, he'd run out of things to say. Nope. The past week, he's chatted to himself in his room for 15 to 45 minutes every night, just saying all the words he knows. His favorites seem to be pop!, hop!, grandpa, dada, mom mom, moo, and baa! Usually with enthusiasm! And volume!
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Pregnancy comparison
Seems like people are always saying "every pregnancy is different." So every time I hear that, I think, "Hmm, it hasn't been that different so far, really." Just to catalog...
Same:
Super tired in the beginning
Nauseous all the time for the first trimester
Slight joint pain at the midway point
Freezing cold all the time
Same weight at the same point, almost within a pound (though rate of weight gain has differed considerably)
Intermittent back pain
Lots of nighttime wakeups for no apparent reason or from being thirsty
"Unusually active" baby kicks and movements (as experienced by my ribs and commented on by ultrasound technicians)
Different:
(this time)
Super sick with puking in addition to nausea for the first trimester and into the second
Super tired into the second trimester
(last time)
Overall discomfort and tenderness
Extreme itchiness most of the time
Heartburn almost every night
Sounds like fun times, huh?
Same:
Super tired in the beginning
Nauseous all the time for the first trimester
Slight joint pain at the midway point
Freezing cold all the time
Same weight at the same point, almost within a pound (though rate of weight gain has differed considerably)
Intermittent back pain
Lots of nighttime wakeups for no apparent reason or from being thirsty
"Unusually active" baby kicks and movements (as experienced by my ribs and commented on by ultrasound technicians)
Different:
(this time)
Super sick with puking in addition to nausea for the first trimester and into the second
Super tired into the second trimester
(last time)
Overall discomfort and tenderness
Extreme itchiness most of the time
Heartburn almost every night
Sounds like fun times, huh?
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Toddler jokes
Matthew's been telling us a lot of hilarious jokes lately. Here are the main ones:
Jeff or me: "What does a cow say?"
Matt: "Baa!" (laughs hysterically)
Jeff or me: "What does a sheep say?"
Matt: "Boo! (Moo!)" (laughs hysterically)
And on and on with the animal jokes. The cow/sheep ones are his favorite, though.
Some background on the next ones. For breakfast, Jeff eats Total, Matthew eats oatmeal, and I eat Chex. Matt used to answer correctly for each of us. Now...
Jeff or me: "What are you going to eat for breakfast?"
Matt: "Total" or "Chex" (laughs)
Jeff or me: "What is Dad going to eat for breakfast?"
Matt: *makes turtle face* (laughs).
Turtle=Total––get it? Hilarious!
Me: "Matt, what's on your socks?" (answer is stripes)
Matt: "Dot, dot, dot, dot." Hee hee hee.
Jeff or me: "What letter is this?"
Matt: "H!" (It's an N.)
Jeff or me: "What letter is this?"
Matt: "N!" (It's an H.)
He needs to work on his punch-line face, though. The ROFLing or ridiculous grinning always begins right when he's at the punch line. And he doesn't quite get it if you tell him his own jokes back; if I say a cow says "baa," he just looks at me like, "Wait, that's not right. That's not right at all!" with his super-serious face.
Jeff or me: "What does a cow say?"
Matt: "Baa!" (laughs hysterically)
Jeff or me: "What does a sheep say?"
Matt: "Boo! (Moo!)" (laughs hysterically)
And on and on with the animal jokes. The cow/sheep ones are his favorite, though.
Some background on the next ones. For breakfast, Jeff eats Total, Matthew eats oatmeal, and I eat Chex. Matt used to answer correctly for each of us. Now...
Jeff or me: "What are you going to eat for breakfast?"
Matt: "Total" or "Chex" (laughs)
Jeff or me: "What is Dad going to eat for breakfast?"
Matt: *makes turtle face* (laughs).
Turtle=Total––get it? Hilarious!
Me: "Matt, what's on your socks?" (answer is stripes)
Matt: "Dot, dot, dot, dot." Hee hee hee.
Jeff or me: "What letter is this?"
Matt: "H!" (It's an N.)
Jeff or me: "What letter is this?"
Matt: "N!" (It's an H.)
He needs to work on his punch-line face, though. The ROFLing or ridiculous grinning always begins right when he's at the punch line. And he doesn't quite get it if you tell him his own jokes back; if I say a cow says "baa," he just looks at me like, "Wait, that's not right. That's not right at all!" with his super-serious face.
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