I can’t believe my baby boy turned three just a few weeks ago. It’s amazing to see him grow into a little boy with a precocious, outgoing personality. He is sweet and funny, clever and naughty. He’s charming and extroverted, and sensitive and silly.
For his birthday, we had a small party with breakfast snacks…it turns out that the best time to throw a toddler party is typically 9 or 10am to noon. They’re at their best, having only woken up for the day a few hours ago. And by noon, they make the house look like the morning after a frat party. Truely impressive.
Lee and I noted afterwards what a success the party was. There was no screaming or crying, children were sharing extremely well, the cupcake pinata brought looks of glee to all their faces when candy and gummies fell out the bottom of it. The adults enjoyed the sangria and food. And although, it was less than two hours long, it felt like an all night rager. That my friends is how parents of little kids judge the quality of the soirees they throw.
In other news, I must share my potty training notes here so that I can refer back to them when we have to deal with kiddo number two. I know, I know, I owe you a few blog posts since the last time I wrote a post (pre pregnancy w kid 2, pre birth of kid 2, yada yada). Back to potty training.
We started by offering the potty before baths, before bed and first thing in the morning. And then a month or so later, we went out and bought underpants together. For a couple of weeks, we suggested he wear underpants and he declined the offer ever so graciously. I don’t know exactly how it happened, but one weekend, he agreed to wear underpants for the morning. He peed in the potty with no problem. I think he’s only had a few accidents in the few months we’ve worked on potty training. We’re now down to underpants all the time except for naps and nights. The kicker is that he always, and I mean ALWAYS poops first thing in the morning – pre 7am. More like 6am… and this mama is just not willing to wake up early enough to ask him if he wants to poop on the potty at 6am.
Fast forward to last night – Bailey has a stomach bug. He wakes up at 2am with diarrahea. Lee cleans him up. Thirty minutes later, it repeats. Now it’s close to 4am and it’s my turn. So, I finally have this brilliant idea. I tell Bailey that he should try sitting on the potty. “No, no” he says, between whimpers and cries. I think about it and say, “Bailey let’s sit on the potty and you can watch a video”. I have never seen a little boy run over to the potty and rip his diaper off as fast as that boy did in response to my offer.
Next thing I know, Bailey has pooped on the potty. I clean him up and we even get to practice for another thirty minutes. See how I’m trying to frame this stomach virus thing as a positive event?! We all fell back to sleep around 5am. Just in time to get about 2 hours of sleep before it was time to get up for the day. Yay! 😦
His tummy has continued to be rotten all day which is so sad to watch, but…he is continuing to poop on the potty, so there’s that.
Must go to sleep now. Yawn.
oh wait, one more note for my first time mama friends with boys. Here’s a tip for helping your boy pee when you are out and about in a public restroom. Lift up the seat of the toilet, make sure the rim is clean, help them stand on the front rim of the bowl and tell then to aim for the water in the bowl. If they are nervous about standing on the rim, you can also hold them across the toilet, with legs together and their penis aimed at the bowl. I would have never have thought of that on my own but it works like a charm. You’re welcome.
Have any tips for how you potty trained your kiddo? Share with me!
At 6:53am this morning, the door to our bedroom slowly opens to reveal a small child in footie pajamas. Bailey just stands there in the doorway staring at us. So, which one of you jokers called him up and told him he should open the doors in the morning when he wakes up?? I mean I only told you about our little secret a week ago. And already, it’s out there. Thanks guys! He seemed a little surprised to find himself in our room and I always did wonder what he would do if he opened his door. Would he go downstairs and play or would he come find us? Us apparently. When I asked him if he wanted daddy to change his poopy diaper, he said “no, I want mommy” Sure, now he wants mommy! Well, I sent Lee to change his poopy diaper anyway. That’s the prerogative of a mother who needs her beauty rest 🙂
Later, after breakfast, Bailey tried to give Malu (our cat) his sippy cup of milk. “Here Ma-wu” he said as he stood on a chair stretching up to reach her sitting on a ledge. He’s always trying to share his food, toys and drinks with the cats these days. When she did not take the milk that he handed her, it fell down and hit his knees. Bailey immediately burst into tears of grief, requested to lie down on the couch, and wailed “Why you do that Ma-wu? why you do that Ma-wu?”
After a few minutes, I explained to him that Malu didn’t have hands, she had paws, and so it was hard for her to take things when he handed them to her. After some obligatory kisses on his knees and a good face wipe, he appeared to recover and digest this information. In fact, he got up and apologized to Malu and asked her if she was okay. “Sorry Ma–wu, you okay? You okay?” She was unimpressed by the whole fiasco and remained slightly out of reach on her ledge, calmly licking a paw 🙂
Hey world, it’s been a long time since I last wrote a post. Sorry! Time got away from me and Bailey is already 2 years old. How did that happen?? In an effort to post more frequently, I’m going to start writing shorter vignettes of life as Bailey gets older.
In the last six months, Bailey’s verbal skills have skyrocketed, and with them, his opinions. For example, recently Bailey has taken to choosing a diaper from the diaper drawer. In my opinion, this has become a perfect activity in procrastination – especiallly leading up to bedtime. Last night, Bailey sorted through his diapers in search of the perfect diaper. And then he paused and looked at me sitting on the floor next to him. He suddenly says, “Mommy, you sit on big potty and go pee pee!” (pointing at the big toilet). I informed him that I didn’t have to pee and that I was perfectly happy sitting on the floor. After a long pause of reflection, he walked over to the toilet, put down the lid and told me that I needed to sit on the big potty. Bossypants!
He also has decided he does’t like to lie down for diaper changes. Our solution? If we are in the bathroom, he puts his hands on the edge of the bathtub and then we ask him to spread his legs. He jumps his legs apart and awaits the diaper. Half the time, as soon as the diaper touches his bum, he begins to shake his body side to side singing “I shake a body, I shake a body”. It’s pretty freaking adorable even if it makes it harder to get the diaper on. And it’s better than the times he decides to crouch down naked and hop around saying “Ribbit, Ribbit – I froggie!”
The evening ended with Lee coming home early and coming up to say goodnight during our bedtime routine. We were just settling under the covers to read a book when Lee came in. Bailey’s face lit up and then he said “Hi daddy! Um, Mommy, you go downstairs. Daddy read Bay-dey book?” At least he deigned to give me a hug, a kiss and bye bye as he waved me out the door. And now I end this post, listening to Bailey singing nursery rhymes at the top of his lungs when he should be asleep. sigh. At least, he’s cheerful and not crying. The hilarious part is that he can totally get out of bed and open his door to come downstairs, but he never tries to open his door at night or first thing in the morning. Shh, don’t mention this to him, I don’t want him getting any ideas…
My friend Sandra turned me on to this recipe a couple of months ago and it has soared to the top of my “super easy-to-make, but fancy looking dessert” list. Friends who stress that they can’t make a fancy dessert, pay close attention. I swear this recipe takes less than 15 minutes, doesn’t even require baking! and everyone will rave about how delicious it is.
Super Simple Raw Berry Pie (vegan, DF, GF, PF)
1 cup of walnuts
1 cup of almonds
8-10 dates (you can also throw in some figs for added deliciousness)
a pinch of sea salt
Throw all ingredients into a Cuisinart or blender. Run for a few minutes until everything is pretty pulverized up. Pour the mixture into the bottom of a pie pan and press against the pan into a “crust”.
3-4 cups of fresh mixed berries (I do 1 carton of each of the following: blackberries, blueberries, raspberries and strawberries)
1 Tablespoon of honey or sweetener (you also use dates if you want to avoid processed sugar) – if your berries are super sweet, you may not even need sweetener.
Optional – fresh basil or mint (just a small handful)
Take half the berries and throw them into the blender with the mint/basil and honey. Puree for just a couple of minutes. Pour the berry mixture on top of the “crust”. Pour the whole berries on top of the pureed berries. And that’s pretty much it!
It is best to chill the “pie” until it is served. Simply pull the chilled pie out of the fridge and serve to your impressed guests. I like mine with a dollop of almond milk praline crunch ice cream.
Please note that the “pie crust” is more like a loose, delicious crumble – it will fall apart as you scoop it out of the pie dish. Another way to serve this would be to reverse the order of ingredients in your pie dish – berries on the bottom, puree and then crust on top – this will create more of a berry crumble presentation.
The best part about this recipe (other than it being ridiculously easy to make) is that it is really very healthy. It’s basically nuts and berries – so yes people, it is vegan, dairy-free, gluten-free, and paleo-friendly 🙂
The day my grandfather died, it populated on to Facebook so quickly that the news went live before my brother woke up on the west coast. I remember confirming the news to him as I was picking up a chicken salad sandwich and hot tea from the Walnut café. It was Monday morning. We were sad.
My parents had flown back East just in time. My dad said he made eye contact and received a glorious smile from my grandpa. Grandpa closed his eyes and went to sleep. Susan and Dickie arrived to also be with him in his last hours. The next morning, he was gone. He was 99 years and 11 months old. That’s a long time to be alive. We knew it was coming, yet it was still shocking and hard to believe when it finally did.
I dropped my takeout lunch all over the parking lot as I tried to open my car door while juggling my cell phone. At least I didn’t hang up on my brother. And spilling everything else seemed oddly appropriate given the day.
It’s taken me awhile to come up with the words for this post and I apologize in advance if I seem to ramble.
It turns out that I don’t remember a whole lot of detail about his life. I know he was in the Navy and captained a minesweeper on the Chesapeake Bay. I know he started his career in advertising for a department store and that’s how he met my grandmother, Virginia Harris. They eloped because 1) interoffice romances were not allowed and 2) they came from different religions.
I found this amazing article from their company newsletter dated a week after they got married:
Their first house burned to the ground and grandma’s sapphire engagement ring was lost in the fire. I know this because when I showed my grandpa my engagement ring, which I thought was the ring he bought my grandma, he acted like he’d never seen it before. He was in his early 90s, so at first I thought he just didn’t remember that it was his ring. But no, it really wasn’t his ring. Turned out it was my great grandmother’s engagement ring. My grandpa was actually quite sharp ‘til the very end. Certainly in the last few years of his life, he was more confused. But age only seemed to soften the sharp, witty edges of his mind to mildly more clever than anyone else. Oh, that man could be ever so clever with his words!
But back to his history, I know my grandpa opened a store on Cape Cod called Tree’s Place with my grandmother. I know he wrote many short stories that were published in the Atlantic Monthly. He was a prolific writer – poems, short stories, a few books including The Caregiver, which he wrote about caregiving for my grandmother during her long, slow decline into Alzheimers. My grandpa was also an inventor, though I’m sure anyone else in the family could go in to far greater detail about his adventures in inventing, so I’ll stop there.
While I could go on about all the things E.S. Goldman has done in his life, I realize it’s even more important for me to tell you what his life meant to me. While a life of accomplishments is one important way to remember someone, I’m going to take this time to remember why I love my grandpa so much.
He was the best grandpa ever. I may be biased (okay I am), but I’m confident that he was one of the best if not the best. Why? Because I always felt like my grandpa accepted me for who I am and supported me unconditionally. I never felt judged and found lacking. He just plain loved me. He loved his family. I love my grandpa because when we would go bowling when I was young, he would cheer me on and proudly yell out, “that’s my girl!” I was terrible at bowling. Gutter ball after gutter ball. But my grandpa taught me to love trying and to not feel self conscious if I wasn’t the best…even if I came in last. I didn’t even think about quitting or giving up because he so enthusiastically cheered me on. I love my grandpa because he made me feel special. In case you didn’t know, having a birthday on Christmas Eve can often lead to feeling kind of like you don’t get to have a birthday at all. Everyone has other holiday parties to go to. Combination birthday/Christmas gifts become common at a pretty young age. In fact, you may develop a lifelong complex about this issue 🙂 Anyway, somehow my grandpa knew that this could be a sensitive issue for a girl like me. The first year it started happening, my Grandpa spontaneously approached me and said that if I got skipped over, I should tell him and he would make sure I got more presents. I never took him up on it, but I loved him for asking.
I love my grandpa because he was easy to talk to. In high school, I finally asked him a question that had festered for years. “Why do you and grandma sleep in separate twin beds – it’s just like the old movies but no one really does that except you?!” I was really tactful 🙂 Without hesitation, my grandpa explained that early on in the marriage they realized that they both tossed and turned so much that neither of them was getting much sleep in the same bed. So they decided on separate beds. There was a pause and then he finished by saying “but each night one of us always found our way into the others’ bed.” Grandpa!
I love my grandpa because when I was young he had the most delicious aroma about him of pipe smoke. I can’t stand cigar or cigarette smoke, but I somehow loved the smell of that pipe. I love my grandpa because he always had some kind of chocolate smeared on his glasses or lapels. I love my grandpa because every year he handed us a big fat LLBean catalog and had us pick a Christmas present. I loved my grandpa because he pretty religiously wore a bolo tie and suspenders. When we were younger, my brother thought that bolo was soo cool!
I love my grandpa for how he cared for my grandmother til the very, very end of her life. And how he had to teach himself to “cook” in his eighties when she could no longer cook for him. In the later years of his life, I sometimes felt that he was lonely and sad watching his wife and peers pass on. However, he always perked up and appeared serene and happy whenever his family gathered around him.
In December 2012, we flew back to Boston so Bailey could meet his great grandpa Goldman. A lot of the extended family came out to visit and although my grandpa seemed more tired and frail than ever, he looked damn good. I really thought I would see him again despite the fact that he was almost 100 years old. As he held Bailey on his lap, and they stared into each other’s eyes, Grandpa said to me, “You done good kid.” He gave Bailey a thumbs up and said he was a great kid, as if he firmly believes he will be a great human being. An affirmation that somehow carries more promise than any other.
“You done good kid.” Throughout my life, he has said those words to me many times and they have always signified his highest praise. Four simple words, but said with such faith and clarity at all the right moments. Well Stan, you done good too. Your worth is clear as day in the amazing children, grand children and great grand children you leave behind.
I’m not one that really believes in god or a higher presence or whatnot, but I do believe that you are with grandma again, the greatest love of your life. I will always aspire to live and love the way I watched you live and love life.
I had a lovely lunch with a girl friend yesterday that is due with her first baby in a week and a half. Eek! I remember how that felt like it was just yesterday. The conversation turned to the topic of how relationships with friends seem to change and shift when you become pregnant and then again after you’ve had the baby. As you move into this next phase of life, it seems like some friends begin to disappear. Looking back, I know that when I was back on the other side (what I tend to call single life now – since having a baby turns out to be a way bigger shift to your lifestyle than having a significant other), I remember feeling like when my friends had kids they were the ones that drifted away from me. The weird thing is that now that I’ve shifted to the “people with kids” side, I still feel like I was the one left behind. What’s up with that?
So here’s what I’ve decided, before you have a kid, you have no idea how you should treat your friends that become pregnant and have kids – especially if most of your friends don’t have kids.
In fact, you may assume that you need to give them space and time for all the “things they need to do now”. Looking back, that’s what I did. I thought I was being nice by giving space. But now that I’ve been through the experience, I realize that I wish my friends without kids had been more assertive with me because 1) I’m tired folks, it’s hard to wrap my brain around planning things, so do me a favor and invite me to stuff – and if I could turn back time, especially when I was pregnant! Now I’ve got naps and early bedtimes to ruin my mojo 2) I felt and feel very timid about “pushing” my kid on my kidless friends. I’m worried that they won’t enjoy hanging out with us.
This was especially true when I first had Bailey. I wanted people to meet him but I was mostly incapable of dialing the phone and speaking coherently. I was pretty decent at answering questions, terrible at asking questions and mostly a little bit lonely and freaked about this newfound responsibility cradled in my arms. When I would gain the courage to think about calling someone, I would feel awkward about what to say—“Hey there, so, I had a baby…um, wanna come over and see him?”
This all could just be a symptom of my lacking social skills, but I do think that new moms often feel isolated and that they do appreciate their friend network reaching out to them early as long as we can reserve the right to say that maybe tomorrow would be better a day to meet up.
I’d love to know what others think about this topic. Is it that your friends drift away because you don’t have things in common with each other any more or is it really because we just aren’t sure how to behave around each other?
That being said, to my friends who transitioned before I did, I’m truly sorry that I lost touch with you! Although schedules can be challenging with young kids of different ages, I hope we will find opportunities to hang out more often. xoxo.
To my friends without kids, I swear we’ll start having more dinner parties, etc. but remember I can always do lunches during the week and if you like breakfast on the early side, boy are we the right family for you to hang out with! And p.s. it’s never rude to suggest dinner at our house either potluck style or takeout style 😉 please consider these rules for other friends who are pregnant or have kids as well!
Now, on to building my friends with similar-aged kids network!
These resources are from the Baby Whisperer. I didn’t really find her book that useful overall, but these two charts have been really helpful for us. See, I read the book for you and now provide the only takeaways worth having 😉 …For the first few months, Bailey would sleep anywhere whenever he needed to sleep, but as he became more interested in the world, he became much worse at going to sleep when he needed the sleep. We had to implement a schedule to make sure he had the downtime to take naps – you may or may not have this issue. If you have this issue, read on.
I also didn’t understand that when they say 2 hours awake time, they mean baby should be asleep at the 2 hour mark. That means that for several months you may feel like you’re spending a lot of time winding down baby for naps. You may even feel like a prisoner to baby’s nap needs, but your reward should be more sleep at night and a more cheerful baby.
Average awake time for babies
Newborn 50-60 mins
1 month 60 mins-hour and 15
2 months 1 hour and 15 – 20 mins
3 months 1 hour and 20 – 30 mins
4 months 1 hour and 45 – 2 hours
5 months 2 hours – 2.30 hours
Late 5 months/early 6 months 2.25-3 hours
6.5 – 7 months 2.75-3.15 hours. Some are getting more.
8 – 10 months 3 – 4 hours. Some are getting more.
11 – 12 months 3.5 -4.5 hours. Some are getting more if moved early to 1 nap***Remember these are guidelines, NOT rules, so if you feel that your baby is not yet ready for these A times, please do not force them, as this will cause further problems. PLUS, if the wake time is 2 hours, that means baby should be asleep at the 2 hour mark not getting ready to go to sleep.***
Average sleep patterns
Total Sleep needs per day
Typical Nap patterns
Nap 1-2 hours in every three hours
5-6 hours at night#
Three naps, 1.5 hours each + catnap
8 hours at night#
Two naps, 2-3 hours each OR; 3 naps; 2 2hr naps & 1 45min catnap