You love shapes. You love road signs. You love the shape of road signs. You love letters (which make up words). You love the shape of letters on the shape of road signs. Thank you for teaching me the word stoptagon.
Archive for the ‘on being two’ Category
Ode to Little Puppy at 35 months
Posted in language development., on being two, they do grow up after all on 05/21/2007| 12 Comments »
Naptime Shmaptime
Posted in clueless, on being two, questions for the universe, to sleep... on 03/21/2007| 7 Comments »
Last week after nap time I found this:
As an art installation I find this intriguing, full of anxiety and really almost violent in its outlook towards diaper changing supplies. I’ve heard from many people that gallery work is incredibly exhausting, so I wasn’t too surprised to find the Little Puppy asleep in his bed. The piece had clearly been cathartic in nature and a good sleep is what he earned.
A tube of diaper cream left exposed. (We’ve supposedly already learned this lesson, but it came back to bite us.) Notice how he clutches the tube, it’s not just the medium anymore, but part of the piece, as is the artist himself. The piece strikes me as less violent, but still echoes the artist’s dissatisfactions with diapering and all that diapering means in his cultural context: the nursery, the changing table, the smallness of it all. At the same time, his continued attachment to Passy subverts those same perceived meanings.
Oh, dear, I think I’ve got it all wrong…perhaps that’s my more conservative mommy self asking him to do what I want, like he is a genie on a toddler sized rocking chair. It’s not this Jesus that is uncomfortable with this ruckus messy toddler naptime party. It’s me. I keep asking all the wrong experts for advice. I know incidents like this would never happen in the Sears’ home because I’d always be napping with my children so LP would never be alone (and I’d never drink hot tea while blogging or watching TIVOed shows I’m too tired to watch at night but am really interested in, cause I have interests, it all turns out.) What I keep wondering is what would the Weissbluth’s do? That book was the gold standard with my first child, worked and still works with my third. What about LP? Do I have to give it up the expert book and go it alone? Jesus, help me. Literally, help me.
The angel on his shoulder
Posted in on being two, Shiny on 03/15/2007| 6 Comments »
oh good job look what you made I knew you could do it I so proud of you.
She might be too tiny to see in this photo, but my Little Puppy is clearly carrying my mom around on his right shoulder. He’s mimicking Nacky’s constant stream of affirmation when she plays with him. These words are calling into being his great big about to be three year old self who tries very hard to build towers that won’t fall, put his own socks on, and make toaster waffles with no help. His little affirmations are sometimes even good at holding at bay his toddler-baby self that wants mommy to feed him his oatmeal and screams and kicks when Maisy is over.
I’m struggling to birth this preschooler into being. My older child chased after each milestone at breakneck speed. I’ve had to learn to teach this child to talk, to walk, to feed himself. Lots of things have come naturally to L.P. – climbing, jumping, baseball, but those strengths have run ahead of us as other things have lagged behind, things very valuable to me and society like language and patience.
Tantrums at bath time are as common now as they were 6 months ago, but last night I did something new and it was Shiny. I filled the tub and let him do the rest, all the rest. He doesn’t like being messed with, diaper changes, bath time, struggling into a coat. It’s as though he feels victimized, indignant. My life with L.P. as a toddler is so different than it was with Thinker; I need a new brain, new thoughts, new mommy game.
As I was struggling to articulate our method of handling this little puppy to my sister in law, she put it very succinctly: he’s a river, try to let it flow, damming up the river is a bad idea. It’s true; if you put the breaks on this kid, all you get is a scream-fest. All my work as his mother is along the banks of the river, redirecting his wayward, willful course, un-damming things that were blocked by life and circumstance, and bringing all together as he flows his sometimes merry way.
ouch!
Posted in on being two on 02/01/2007| 6 Comments »
and again, I say, ouch. I’m not sure what else to say. It feels like I’ve been flattened. I just realized that January is over, but I’ve been pretending that spring is just around the corner since Christmas. My kids just pulled me out of denial, with our second colllective head cold since the holiday – and for some, our second course of antibiotics in that same time frame, so counting it all in total, 6 sinus infections (little puppy being the owner of two of those), one ear infection (also lp’s), two teeth erupting (little bear), a migraine (mine today), and countless nights of interrupted sleep (I’m gonna say since June 2004 as a ballpark)…the days are getting longer, but it’s still cold and dreary and hard to get out when no one’s sleep schedule coordiantes and my sweet little puppy is just so head strong, just plain difficult to take anywhere, what with the “no” and the “mine” and the “my do it” and the “my go play.” It’s not that I don’t enjoy doing stuff with him, it’s just that, well, I dread it ending. Every transition is a pitched battle with negotations, prisoner trading, bluff calling, advance parry retreat – oh I am so worn down. And it’s true, I do feel terribly awfully judged around every corner, just wondering to myself why I can’t manage him better, why I can’t entice and reward him into socially appropriate behavior, and if it really will be easier when he’s older and the baby’s older. What if it’s not? What if everything is a hard sell with this kid? He can be the most charming sweet soul, but honestly cross him at your peril. He honestly believes he can make toast, use my laptop and leave the apartment without me. I’ve been doing what I know, but he’s outlasted me, my supplies are low and I want to beat a fast retreat.
for whom the bell tolls….
Posted in on being two on 01/25/2007| Leave a Comment »
if you are two, it tolls for you, for your pleasure..and when the noon bells have rung their midday chime from not one but two neighborhood churches, you are, franklly, livid that the song is over.
more twoness & baby powers
Posted in on being two, what baby does on 10/27/2006| Leave a Comment »
More twoness – now we pull things into the bed with us. Slight improvement over dismantlung the rest of the room? maybe. Little guy pulled in the turtle bean bag chair, a playmobile boat, half a wooden apple and half a wooden pear…sleeping better at night, but I’m afraid the lack of napping is making me that special type of mommy crazy…
Meanwhile little baby has decided to frighten me with his awesome baby powers: it started with the waving a while ago, but he’s really been working on his technique, he now practises not a flapping type wave but an opening and closing the hand type. The comes in handy as it is also the same motion one uses to make the sign for milk, which he does while nursing. He’s also brought a certain joy in that he is the only one of my guys to say mama before dada. My oldest even said hi dada a full month before he popped out mama, so this is nice, even if it is regularly happening at hours most people would be sleeping. Still I fear a child this verbally and physically adept, having had one of each previously. I sense I’ll need my mommy game.
lists
Posted in on being two on 10/20/2006| Leave a Comment »
cd player, diaper pail, outlets, changing table (of course)
doll crib (b/c he sits in it – preferably after putting it on the shelf over the heater)
what’s that thing called at the bottom of the window shade, it’s like a weight, it’s basically a long stick though…
This list is likely to get longer. Each day by two year old shows me what else in his room is not two year old proof…may we sleep in peace tonight.