I have a strong roof over my head. There is healthy food in my kitchen to eat for the week and my clothes are clean. My son is healthy and happy using the potty like a champ and talking non-stop. I can run for several hours non-stop and rock out some advanced Pilates moves. My son is only 2 but 3 feet and 2 inches tall. He is close to out growing his toddler bed. He has a charming smile and is naturally social walking up to strangers saying, "Hey, what's your name"? So why in the world would I complain? Because I am human, a human who has forgotten how lucky she is.
Saturday morning, I booked one of my son's favorite preschool teachers to come over to play with him while I do a trail run of my upcoming half marathon. First half, I nail it running faster than ever. Second half, my body was tired. I stumbled several times - a few completely spooked me. I almost face planted into a tree just before mile 11. When my app announced that I had reached mile 12 and I already thought that I was there, I squatted down on the ground and cried. "Why did I sign up for this half marathon? I can't do this." Then, I did. I got myself out of the wood running uphill most of the way.
Later that day, I realized the clothes in the dryer were never getting dry. My dryer was "working" but never getting hot. This is not great news to a household with a potty-training toddler and a mother who works out multiple times a day. Cue pity party. How am I going to pay for this just after re-financing my house? I hung my wet clothes on my drying rack and went to sleep worrying about how I would pay for it. Next morning, I found a great laundromat close to home. I put a ton of books in a book bag for my son and off we went. I booked an appliance repairman for Thursday morning. This too will get solved.
I am so lucky, but man I forget that sometimes. I ran 12 miles. That's the furthest I have ever run in my LIFE. My dryer is broken, big deal. I just washed and dried 3 loads of clothes in one hour for $7. 3 loads at home would have taken me all day and heated up the house.
After buying every kind of diaper known to man, the day is coming in the near future when buying diapers will be a thing of the past. If you don't buy diapers, please note that there are different kinds that you need:
My boy is wearing big boy underwear that he picked out last weekend - MICKEY MOUSE! One day this past week, he went the ENTIRE DAY in the same pair. Picking him up in preschool wearing the same outfit that I dropped him off in is a treat. Other days, you are handed multiple plastic bags of outfits and underwear with little notes on the outside telling you what happened. I seem to live for laundry these days.
Wearing underwear is addictive. My son now cries if I put a pull-up on him instead of his big boy underwear. It's a new sensation of no bulk between this legs. Here's the trick - he doesn't like to stop playing to go to the bathroom. That's our problem at home. We are working on a set bathroom schedule.
It's still a whole new world for us.
My creative, sensitive, smart, silly, handsome boy is addicted to DinoTrux. Several weeks ago, DreamWorks and Netflix released ten episodes of this fantastic mix of dinosaurs, trucks and power tools. Suddenly every three-year-old boy in this country was hooked. Thanks to a clever email ad from Netflix, I learned this series existed. I only wanted to break the Mickey Mouse cycle. Instead, I fed an addiction.
My son is DinoTrux. He walks around the house pretending that he is specific characters and he assigns one to me. "Mommy, you are Waldo the Wrench and I am Click-Clack. Say hello to me." We then greet each other and ask each other questions as the characters. This works beautifully in the car when he gets restless.
Last Christmas, Santa brought him a handful of dinosaurs. When I re-arranged toys, he discovered them again and renamed them DinoTrux characters. (This works out well since I can't possibly afford the real things coming out at ToysRUs just in time for Christmas.) They sleep with him in his bed on the side covered with a blanket so that he can keep them safe and "hear them snore".
But....I am now in the process of weening my son off this show, at least during the week. DinoTrux will become his TV treat for weekend viewing only. Our life during the week after preschool needs to return to play, dinner, more play, bath, books and bed. This routine is much more peaceful for both of us.
It's not easy to convince a toddler that he should not watch his favorite show at night, but now that he is biting his friends again at preschool, this omission allows me to highlight this bad behavior and attach consequences. Tuesday, he bit two friends. That means no TV show or dinosaurs in your bed. Today, he showed desire to bite another friend and his teacher stopped him before it happened. Again, no TV show but since he stopped before biting, the dinosaurs are asleep beside him tonight.
Once again, a reminder - I don't know what I am doing here. I am playing along trying to figure things out as I go just like all first-time parents. My son is a good kid, we talk all the time about how you treat your friends. This back step could be due to many things - too much DinoTrux, lots of change in his room at preschool, his nagging allergies, lack of sleep recently, etc. I don't know. I just hope that the return to our old ritual returns my creative, sensitive, smart, silly, handsome boy back to the sweetheart that we know and love.
Have you ever seen anyone high on a substance and enjoying that high intensely? I have. I have seen many an adult artificially boost their confidence and find amazing resources of energy. They run around unsure where to go next laughing and moving in crazy ways. It's been a while since I have seen adults in this state since I am not out and about in social settings anymore, but today, I saw a glimpse into this behavior again.
It's Labor Day holiday and my son has a lot of energy. He's been in a slow mode thanks to allergies so I wanted to motivate him to move more today and get some exercise. So, we went to Safari Nation for about 90 minutes.
The last time that I attended, I was helping his preschool class visit. I climbed into the jump houses right along with my son. It was great. This time, it's a crowded Saturday so I watched him run from house to house. Some of the kids lived in the ball house shooting balls at one another. I, personally, was hit by someone small several times. Others live to bounce as high as possible. My son lives for the slides. I must have seen him come down the slide over 100 times today.
As I stood between the jump houses, I watched over a hundred kids under the age of 10 run from house to house like mad men. They were sweating profusely. They were trying to run and look around at what everyone else was doing. They were laughing through their exhaustion. After ten minutes in this place, every child is full of confidence and energy. They looked just like those drunk fools I would see in those social settings from my earlier days.
We live 3 miles from the Safari Nation, that means a 8-minute car ride. Before I could get halfway home, my son was fast asleep in the back seat. Yes, there are germs everywhere. Some people fear the jump parks for the fear of germs. We don't come every week, just a few to make it special. In the end, it's all about helping him work out his energy and have a great time.
Once that first tooth arrives, it's time to take your child to the dentist. I'll warn you, it's not fun. NOT AT ALL. Jules has been twice and he screamed through both sessions. His third session is in the morning. Last time we were there, his dentist was trying to convince me to throw out his passy. That now seems like a lifetime ago.
My son has FANTASTIC teeth. He loves to brush and spit in the sink. Now that he is talking more, I decided to chat with him tonight about the dentist in the morning. I tried to explain that all he has to do it sit in a big comfy chair, lean back and open his mouth. We practiced. He giggled. I shared that if he is good, the dentist gives him a toy. Without missing a beat, Jules stated, "He will give me a tractor." Oh dear.
Anyway, wish us luck. I just hope the hysterics are behind us.