I had read that children don't mimic yawns until around the age of 5 or 6. This morning I woke up dragging. I'm normally a great sleeper but after a night of being pregnant and having a major crick in my neck from yesterday, I didn't sleep well.
I slowly got up and made my way into the bathroom to brush my teeth. On my way in I YAWNED a big yawn and as Turner was heading in the opposite direction, he also let out a big ole' YAWN. t was so cute! I was really surprised since I had read that it takes until age 5-6 for a child to begin mimicking a yawn.
I thought maybe it was a coincidence at the time, but as I sat down to Google the age that a child normally starts to yawn, I yawned again. And sure enough, my little 19 month old bubs, who is attached at my hip, yawned a big yawn without even being aware that he was yawning. It was so cute!
Monday, October 3, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
Oh Baby Baby!
I'm 15 weeks pregnant and I've only just now sat down to publish a new post. Can you tell that I have my hands full with a busy busy toddler?!
I am so excited. Physically this pregnancy feels identical to my pregnancy with Turner. Thank goodness! Yet emotionally it's completely different. I feel relaxed and excited. I've completely acknowledged that beyond taking my vitamins and eating a balanced diet, everything is out of my control. So...I may as well relax and enjoy it!
I don't feel any less excited (future note to this baby if you ever doubt how much you were loved from day 1, how much you are wanted!) for this pregnancy, in fact, feeling less anxious has cleared my head and has allowed me to really appreciate this pregnancy. Though sometimes I'm ready to fast forward and meet this baby, I can also appreciate that he/she (pretty sure he, but whatever!) is safe and NOT crying in my belly. In six months, that won't be the case, so I'll enjoy the peace and quiet and closeness now.
I've decided that I don't want to deal with having to stay in the germ-infested hospital for 48 hours where they poke and prod you around the clock as if they don't want you to ever sleep again. Not that you'd be comfortable enough to sleep anyway! I want to be in my own bed, in my own environment, where I can be left alone to focus on my new baby. I want Turner to be a huge part of this birth. I don't want to come home two days later with this new stranger, leaving Turner to wonder what this new being is and why he's taking all of his mama's attention.
So...at the risk of begin seriously judged (and not really caring, obviously)...I'm having a home birth. I really have my heart set on this, and though this may cost us more than our 90/10 insurance would cover in the hospital, it's a worthy investment. I have my heart set on this and I know it's what's best for our family. And I can't wait!
I am so excited. Physically this pregnancy feels identical to my pregnancy with Turner. Thank goodness! Yet emotionally it's completely different. I feel relaxed and excited. I've completely acknowledged that beyond taking my vitamins and eating a balanced diet, everything is out of my control. So...I may as well relax and enjoy it!
I don't feel any less excited (future note to this baby if you ever doubt how much you were loved from day 1, how much you are wanted!) for this pregnancy, in fact, feeling less anxious has cleared my head and has allowed me to really appreciate this pregnancy. Though sometimes I'm ready to fast forward and meet this baby, I can also appreciate that he/she (pretty sure he, but whatever!) is safe and NOT crying in my belly. In six months, that won't be the case, so I'll enjoy the peace and quiet and closeness now.
I've decided that I don't want to deal with having to stay in the germ-infested hospital for 48 hours where they poke and prod you around the clock as if they don't want you to ever sleep again. Not that you'd be comfortable enough to sleep anyway! I want to be in my own bed, in my own environment, where I can be left alone to focus on my new baby. I want Turner to be a huge part of this birth. I don't want to come home two days later with this new stranger, leaving Turner to wonder what this new being is and why he's taking all of his mama's attention.
So...at the risk of begin seriously judged (and not really caring, obviously)...I'm having a home birth. I really have my heart set on this, and though this may cost us more than our 90/10 insurance would cover in the hospital, it's a worthy investment. I have my heart set on this and I know it's what's best for our family. And I can't wait!
Unreal!
I hear Turner count to 10...not all the way through each time, but still! Two-free-fooor-fy-siii-sesen-ate-nine-ten! It's unreal to comprehend that my little tiny baby can speak so fluently at age 19 months!
Getting ready for bath time he almost pokes my eye out while exclaiming, "Eye"! He picks my nose and says, "Nose"! And he follows with "ears" and "mouth (well...mouuu)". I ask him where his noggin is and he pats his head. Little country boy!
Then he shocked me tonight when we sat down to unwind after bath time. He always lays down on the couch to get his diaper and pajamas on. We turn the tv and watch a little bit of tv and he drinks his milk. His favorite show is Dinosaur Train and he's asked for "Train" before. But tonight he sang the song instead of asking me to put on "Train".
He sang, "Dinosaur twain, dinosaur twain...". It was so amazing! Just when I had given up on him being able to carry a tune, he busts out in perfect key and it was beautiful! And shocking.
I am so proud of all the leaps and bounds he's made over the last couple of months. I make a big production when he accomplishes something new, but only because it truly fills my heart with joy to hear him learning and growing.
Getting ready for bath time he almost pokes my eye out while exclaiming, "Eye"! He picks my nose and says, "Nose"! And he follows with "ears" and "mouth (well...mouuu)". I ask him where his noggin is and he pats his head. Little country boy!
Then he shocked me tonight when we sat down to unwind after bath time. He always lays down on the couch to get his diaper and pajamas on. We turn the tv and watch a little bit of tv and he drinks his milk. His favorite show is Dinosaur Train and he's asked for "Train" before. But tonight he sang the song instead of asking me to put on "Train".
He sang, "Dinosaur twain, dinosaur twain...". It was so amazing! Just when I had given up on him being able to carry a tune, he busts out in perfect key and it was beautiful! And shocking.
I am so proud of all the leaps and bounds he's made over the last couple of months. I make a big production when he accomplishes something new, but only because it truly fills my heart with joy to hear him learning and growing.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Pee Pee - Pee Pee - Pee Pee
Disclaimer: Fully aware this is TMI and it also solidifies IN CONCRETE that I am the kind of mom who says "pee pee" and "poo poo" over and over again to entice my kid to go to the bathroom.
We bought Turner a little potty that attaches to the real toilet. I didn't think much of it, figured we could start using it over the next 6 months or so. But the first time he sat up there he loved it and he peed within a few minutes.
Now he brings me the potty and says "pee pee". I couldn't believe that he was really getting it at such a young age, barely 18 months old and he completely understands what he's supposed to do when he sits on the potty. The last few times he's gone as soon as he's sat down and he loves every minute of it! It may be in part to the fact that every time Troy goes to the bathroom he gets really excited and he and Turner run into the bathroom for a "lesson" on standing and peeing. I guess that's what Turner's aspiring to. Next step...aiming in the toilet.
Oh...and Troy wanted me to say that Turner pooped on the toilet for the first time tonight before he gave him his bath. He saved the evidence for me...too kind.
Here's a pic of his accomplishments (don't worry, not the ACTUAL accomplishment)...I hope he doesn't hate me for this one day!
We bought Turner a little potty that attaches to the real toilet. I didn't think much of it, figured we could start using it over the next 6 months or so. But the first time he sat up there he loved it and he peed within a few minutes.
Now he brings me the potty and says "pee pee". I couldn't believe that he was really getting it at such a young age, barely 18 months old and he completely understands what he's supposed to do when he sits on the potty. The last few times he's gone as soon as he's sat down and he loves every minute of it! It may be in part to the fact that every time Troy goes to the bathroom he gets really excited and he and Turner run into the bathroom for a "lesson" on standing and peeing. I guess that's what Turner's aspiring to. Next step...aiming in the toilet.
Oh...and Troy wanted me to say that Turner pooped on the toilet for the first time tonight before he gave him his bath. He saved the evidence for me...too kind.
Here's a pic of his accomplishments (don't worry, not the ACTUAL accomplishment)...I hope he doesn't hate me for this one day!
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Shoe Fetish
Turner gets stuck on something and becomes obsessed with it. For example, trains are always on his mind. In fact, he has train turrets! We'll just be hanging out around the house and all of the sudden he'll be passionately shouting "CHOO CHOO". This happens several times a day at least.
On the way to my mom and dad's this morning we got caught by a train. Normally this would be an inconvenience, but I found myself rolling down the window and recording the train and Turner's reaction to it. Don't worry, I'll spare you from having to watch the 10 minute video of a very slow train. But I can only imagine what the cars around me were thinking about me recording the train. Could they see the toddler in the back? Oh well, I have no pride left.
He also loves roaring like a dinosaur, he loves Dinosaur Trains and everything about dinosaurs. You combine trains and dinosaurs and it doesn't get any better than that! It's the only show he'll sit down and watch. Nothing else can keep his attention beyond the theme show. Even my personal favorites...Arthur and Magic School Bus. But I'll keep working on him!
My sister acted scared the first time he roared at her, so now every time he meets a pretty girl he typically roars at her before ever saying hi.
Lately he's been fixed on flags, particularly American flags. When we're driving he's constantly saying, "Ooooh....flag"! I even give him the little flag at the grocery store when we're checking out to keep him occupied. I had never actually purchased one of the flags until today when we knocked down the entire display at Kroger. I figure the least I could do was spend 99 cents to make up for the mess!
And finally...SHOES. Big shoes, little shoes, doesn't matter, he loves shoes. Every time Troy sits down to relax, Turner demands that he give him his shoe. Or, in our world, "da-da shuuuue". Then he treks around the house wearing them.
We were able to capture some of these incidents on video and we put a little montage together.
Hope you enjoy as much as we do!
On the way to my mom and dad's this morning we got caught by a train. Normally this would be an inconvenience, but I found myself rolling down the window and recording the train and Turner's reaction to it. Don't worry, I'll spare you from having to watch the 10 minute video of a very slow train. But I can only imagine what the cars around me were thinking about me recording the train. Could they see the toddler in the back? Oh well, I have no pride left.
He also loves roaring like a dinosaur, he loves Dinosaur Trains and everything about dinosaurs. You combine trains and dinosaurs and it doesn't get any better than that! It's the only show he'll sit down and watch. Nothing else can keep his attention beyond the theme show. Even my personal favorites...Arthur and Magic School Bus. But I'll keep working on him!
My sister acted scared the first time he roared at her, so now every time he meets a pretty girl he typically roars at her before ever saying hi.
Lately he's been fixed on flags, particularly American flags. When we're driving he's constantly saying, "Ooooh....flag"! I even give him the little flag at the grocery store when we're checking out to keep him occupied. I had never actually purchased one of the flags until today when we knocked down the entire display at Kroger. I figure the least I could do was spend 99 cents to make up for the mess!
And finally...SHOES. Big shoes, little shoes, doesn't matter, he loves shoes. Every time Troy sits down to relax, Turner demands that he give him his shoe. Or, in our world, "da-da shuuuue". Then he treks around the house wearing them.
We were able to capture some of these incidents on video and we put a little montage together.
Hope you enjoy as much as we do!
The Patented Sugar Cookie
Apparently this is a top secret military remedy, but I'm about to share it with you!
Turner didn't have a whole lot of diaper rash, but when he did it could get pretty bad! What to do?
Boudreaux's Butt Paste is a given, but even that sometimes can't quickly heal a diaper rash. It can take a few days before a diaper rash truly heals.
I knew baby powder was something that was traditionally used for baby's bottoms, but I didn't know why. And in my mind it was a mess that could easily be avoided by never even buying the stuff.
Until...our family friend, Andrew Bedo shared the long lost secret of THE SUGAR COOKIE!
After describing in-depth what can happen in a soldier's cracks and crevices when they trek for days and weeks across the middle east sweating profusely and not showering for long stretches of time, he revealed the time tested secret of the sugar cookie.
Use a generous heaping of the sweet smelling butt paste (that Troy compares to the apple butter at Texas Roadhouse) on the affected area and top it off with a good heap of baby powder. By morning even the worst of booty rashes will be healed!
Voila!
Turner didn't have a whole lot of diaper rash, but when he did it could get pretty bad! What to do?
Boudreaux's Butt Paste is a given, but even that sometimes can't quickly heal a diaper rash. It can take a few days before a diaper rash truly heals.
I knew baby powder was something that was traditionally used for baby's bottoms, but I didn't know why. And in my mind it was a mess that could easily be avoided by never even buying the stuff.
Until...our family friend, Andrew Bedo shared the long lost secret of THE SUGAR COOKIE!
After describing in-depth what can happen in a soldier's cracks and crevices when they trek for days and weeks across the middle east sweating profusely and not showering for long stretches of time, he revealed the time tested secret of the sugar cookie.
Use a generous heaping of the sweet smelling butt paste (that Troy compares to the apple butter at Texas Roadhouse) on the affected area and top it off with a good heap of baby powder. By morning even the worst of booty rashes will be healed!
Voila!
Sunday, July 31, 2011
And The World's Worst Mother Award Goes To....
Me! Well, today it does anyway.
This was just one of those days you wish you could rewind and start all over again. Though it could have been worse and I'm sure we'll have more days like this before it's all over!
Where to begin?
Turner had been waking up a little bit in the middle of the night for two or three nights in a row and I didn't know why. I could probably trace it back to the night that we were watching Gattaca during dinner. Not a scary movie but it was intense and had intense music. Troy thought he was scared though I didn't think so, I guess the fact that Turner's eyes were as wide as saucers while he was watching it should have been a dead giveaway. But I guess I underestimated his ability to understand at the age of 18 months.
So the first night that he woke up I got up with him and slept in the guest bedroom with him for a couple of hours until he could go back to sleep. The second night and third night I got up and held him for a few minutes in the chair in his room and he was fine. But the fourth night we decided it was time for him to be moving past it and figure out how to settle himself. So Troy told me before we went to bed that if he woke up in the middle of the night we would let him fuss himself back to sleep. He said we were going to stick to our guns.
So as we had suspected, he woke up at 11:23 crying. I made a promise to myself that I would give him 10 minutes to cry and then I would get up and get him. By 11:33 he was done crying and I went back to sleep. But not before I made Troy get up to check to monitor to make sure he was okay. I just needed that peace of mind, but I knew if I went that I would not be able to hold my resolve and I would just go get him.
Troy came back to bed and said that he was fine, but he was crying on his back. That was unusual since he's a tummy sleeper all the way, but I didn't give it much thought.
At 4:30 Turner woke up again crying a little bit and Troy decided to get up to check to see if he had peed through his diaper. He has been known to do that in the later hours of the night occasionally.
But when Troy went to check on Turner he soon discovered that he was not crying because he was wet. HIS LITTLE ARM WAS STUCK! Aughhh! Heart racing and feeling horribly guilty I quickly calculate how many hours he'd had to sleep with his arm stuck in between the wall and the rung of his crib. Five hours?!
Troy said that he probably could have gotten it unwedged on his own if he had been a little bit older and could have figured out how to stand up to unjam his arm.
We checked him out and as far as we could tell his arm wasn't bothering him, it hadn't fallen asleep or anything, it had just prevented him from sleeping comfortably on his belly.
So we moved on from that...lesson learned.
The next morning Troy got up to spend some man-time with Turner. When he brought him in to wake me up a few minutes later (by dropping him on my head in bed, as he always does), I noticed he was chomping on something. I asked Troy what Turner was eating and he inconspicuously answered my questions with, "Breakfast". I asked him specifically what he had eaten for breakfast and he answered, "Twizzlers". I guess he was having daddy-guilt so he "treated" him to a special breakfast. Hmmm....
And last, but certainly not least, and certainly the mistake with the most long-term affect...
I was blow drying my hair for church that same morning in the living room so that I could keep an eye on Turner while he watched Sid the Science Kid. He sneaked back into my bathroom and before I could get to him, he grabbed a hold of my flat iron. As I ran in there, he was throwing it down and whining. It made a huge blister on his thumb and a few small ones across his fingers. I guess I should be grateful that it wasn't a curling iron, that would have burned his entire hand! But I can remember burning my hand on my mom's curlers and it hurt so bad for days. So I hated that Turner had to deal with that kind of pain because I was in a hurry and didn't think to tuck the flat iron cord away.
But again, you live and learn. Ughhh!
We got to church that morning (sans daddy because he had to study for the CPA exam), Turner was exhausted from a lack of sleep, grumpy because no doubt his hand hurt, and feeling the letdown of his sugar high.
But he had his Gigi there to offer to "rescue" him and go gaga over him, as usual.
A few kisses, a good night's sleep, some Neosporin and a few Batman band-aids later, mixed in with some special treatment...and he's as good as new.
P.S. Please don't call CPS, I promise I'm a good mama! ;)
This was just one of those days you wish you could rewind and start all over again. Though it could have been worse and I'm sure we'll have more days like this before it's all over!
Where to begin?
Turner had been waking up a little bit in the middle of the night for two or three nights in a row and I didn't know why. I could probably trace it back to the night that we were watching Gattaca during dinner. Not a scary movie but it was intense and had intense music. Troy thought he was scared though I didn't think so, I guess the fact that Turner's eyes were as wide as saucers while he was watching it should have been a dead giveaway. But I guess I underestimated his ability to understand at the age of 18 months.
So the first night that he woke up I got up with him and slept in the guest bedroom with him for a couple of hours until he could go back to sleep. The second night and third night I got up and held him for a few minutes in the chair in his room and he was fine. But the fourth night we decided it was time for him to be moving past it and figure out how to settle himself. So Troy told me before we went to bed that if he woke up in the middle of the night we would let him fuss himself back to sleep. He said we were going to stick to our guns.
So as we had suspected, he woke up at 11:23 crying. I made a promise to myself that I would give him 10 minutes to cry and then I would get up and get him. By 11:33 he was done crying and I went back to sleep. But not before I made Troy get up to check to monitor to make sure he was okay. I just needed that peace of mind, but I knew if I went that I would not be able to hold my resolve and I would just go get him.
Troy came back to bed and said that he was fine, but he was crying on his back. That was unusual since he's a tummy sleeper all the way, but I didn't give it much thought.
At 4:30 Turner woke up again crying a little bit and Troy decided to get up to check to see if he had peed through his diaper. He has been known to do that in the later hours of the night occasionally.
But when Troy went to check on Turner he soon discovered that he was not crying because he was wet. HIS LITTLE ARM WAS STUCK! Aughhh! Heart racing and feeling horribly guilty I quickly calculate how many hours he'd had to sleep with his arm stuck in between the wall and the rung of his crib. Five hours?!
Troy said that he probably could have gotten it unwedged on his own if he had been a little bit older and could have figured out how to stand up to unjam his arm.
We checked him out and as far as we could tell his arm wasn't bothering him, it hadn't fallen asleep or anything, it had just prevented him from sleeping comfortably on his belly.
So we moved on from that...lesson learned.
The next morning Troy got up to spend some man-time with Turner. When he brought him in to wake me up a few minutes later (by dropping him on my head in bed, as he always does), I noticed he was chomping on something. I asked Troy what Turner was eating and he inconspicuously answered my questions with, "Breakfast". I asked him specifically what he had eaten for breakfast and he answered, "Twizzlers". I guess he was having daddy-guilt so he "treated" him to a special breakfast. Hmmm....
And last, but certainly not least, and certainly the mistake with the most long-term affect...
I was blow drying my hair for church that same morning in the living room so that I could keep an eye on Turner while he watched Sid the Science Kid. He sneaked back into my bathroom and before I could get to him, he grabbed a hold of my flat iron. As I ran in there, he was throwing it down and whining. It made a huge blister on his thumb and a few small ones across his fingers. I guess I should be grateful that it wasn't a curling iron, that would have burned his entire hand! But I can remember burning my hand on my mom's curlers and it hurt so bad for days. So I hated that Turner had to deal with that kind of pain because I was in a hurry and didn't think to tuck the flat iron cord away.
But again, you live and learn. Ughhh!
We got to church that morning (sans daddy because he had to study for the CPA exam), Turner was exhausted from a lack of sleep, grumpy because no doubt his hand hurt, and feeling the letdown of his sugar high.
But he had his Gigi there to offer to "rescue" him and go gaga over him, as usual.
A few kisses, a good night's sleep, some Neosporin and a few Batman band-aids later, mixed in with some special treatment...and he's as good as new.
P.S. Please don't call CPS, I promise I'm a good mama! ;)
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