The Boy Breaks the Blog Silence
I know. Like me, you can't believe it has really almost been a year since I've come to share with you. For some reason I was thinking that surely it had only been since September. But no, June. And in my mind I have this grand idea that I will catch up--fill in the blanks, share at least photos from each month over the last year. I mean, you haven't even seen this little man since he was just 8 months old and now he is almost 18 months old! And you know what? I will. Yep, I'm saying it here. I will do some sort of update because one day I will have this blog printed and made into a photo book and Soren will know that he wasn't a forgotten 2nd child. Seriously, you have no idea how many pictures we have of this kid! Granted, the number of pictures has slowed down a bit. And with the entrance of (gasp!) iPhones into our household, the poor fancy Canon is often relegated to a high shelf, safe from tiny fingers. But I digress. I am here writing to share about one of those days...the days that you may remember me bringing to you when Eisley was little. And I just thought today was too good not to share.
This morning started out seemingly normal, albeit earlier than desired when Eisley came out of her room at 6:30am. But then by 9:15, I was posting a Facebook status update, wondering who had piped 'crazy' into my house this morning. What does 'crazy' look like to me?
There were a few behavioral/discipline issues that came up with Eisley, causing some drama. Her whining and tantrums causing me to fly off just a little too early for my liking--or hers. And surprisingly, the correction was effective. Score one for mom.
While I was getting ready in my bathroom, Soren was with me as usual, watching some Yo Gabba Gabba (no judging...I really prefer to put on my mascara while not holding an 18 month old in one arm). I was letting him be a little too adventurous, standing on his chair getting an eye level view of the screen up on the counter (instead of his spot sitting in a chair on the floor looking up). And, of course, the thing that you're afraid will happen--the reason why you don't let him stand on the chair--happened. He fell backwards. At first, I thought it was no big deal, since he his head hit the ground in the 2nd stage of the fall, but when I saw the blood coming out of his mouth, the crying made more sense. Poor kid bit his tongue! But you know, he recovered.
By 8:30, I thought I would actually get Eisley to school somewhat early/on time, but, nope, that didn't happen. I'm pretty sure that Eisley's toy ballerina made it into time out (a method more effective than putting her in time out) because she failed to get dressed when told. And then I turn around to find that Soren has taken the lid off of his snack trap and dumped his Cheerios on the kitchen floor. This may surprise you, but I left them there to save time, tried to keep Eisley from stomping on them, while getting us to the door. We eventually made it to school, and Soren and I even took a little walk in the brisk morning air after dropping Eisley off. I thought that maybe the day would improve from there.
Of course, I forgot about the Cheerios on the floor (and we'll come back to those). I made a few phone calls and then got Soren his usual snack of yogurt. He hasn't been too trustworthy with it lately, so I fed him most of it. Then I made a call to my doctor for 3 minutes. Just THREE minutes. And I watched him do this, not intervening at all, because honestly, I don't multi-task so well when it comes to kids and phone calls.
I took him to my bathroom, thinking I'd give him a bath, but he wasn't too keen on that idea, so we just kind of did a wipe down. And wiping yogurt out of hair isn't really all that effective.
A little while later, I was reminded why I should have vacuumed up the Cheerios. I was in the process of changing Soren's diaper, and I let him down to walk to the diapers. Typically this isn't an issue, but recently, I've had bad luck. And today took it up a notch. As I was coming back with the diaper, I found that Soren had peed on the floor in the middle of the Cheerios, was playing with it with his hands, and was about to start eating the Cheerios off the floor (which is a favorite activity of this these days). I rescued him, got the diaper on, cleaned up the floor and breathed a sigh of relief.
As we were getting ready to go get Eisley from school, my phone rang--the bounce house rental guy for Eisley's birthday party next week. But Soren was ready to go 'outside' and started to freak out when I wasn't ready. And I had decided that I wanted to make a latte since I was so tired. I couldn't talk to the guy over Soren screaming, told him I'd call him back. Then got Soren calmed down, finished my latte and was seriously about to pick him up to walk out the door, when he said, "poop". Really? Back in the house we went, changed the diaper, and a few minutes later were on our way to get Eisley. And I was able to call the bounce house guy in peace.
During lunch, Soren had given up sitting in his high chair--a new thing and a pointed reminder of why we bought this high chair for Eisley--because it has a 5 point harness, which, of course, we took off...for some reason. I was feeding him in my lap and then later he was standing on my bar stool while I was trying to do something (which I can't remember now...feeding? cleaning?), and then he totally twisted around and fell off the chair. More like slid, but honestly, the poor kid and I needed a little breather. So, off both kids went to PBS while I cleaned up lunch before nap time.
Later in the day, I took the kids out to play, while Stephan fixed dinner--a very rare role reversal. (And wouldn't you know that as I was doing a quickie diaper change with Soren standing, that kid peed again, on his clothes, at the door, right as we were about to head outside!!)
And while I didn't get a picture of it, the afternoon ended with both kids lying in sand and showering it on each other (in fun) (right before dinner!), while I was talking to the realtor (of the owners of the house we're renting) about scheduling showings this weekend (yay). Again, it's pretty clear that me on the phone=kids doing things they probably shouldn't.
It was a day. A rather crazy one. Hoping tomorrow is less eventful. And that I can sleep as well as ballerina in her bed next to Eisley.
This morning started out seemingly normal, albeit earlier than desired when Eisley came out of her room at 6:30am. But then by 9:15, I was posting a Facebook status update, wondering who had piped 'crazy' into my house this morning. What does 'crazy' look like to me?
There were a few behavioral/discipline issues that came up with Eisley, causing some drama. Her whining and tantrums causing me to fly off just a little too early for my liking--or hers. And surprisingly, the correction was effective. Score one for mom.
While I was getting ready in my bathroom, Soren was with me as usual, watching some Yo Gabba Gabba (no judging...I really prefer to put on my mascara while not holding an 18 month old in one arm). I was letting him be a little too adventurous, standing on his chair getting an eye level view of the screen up on the counter (instead of his spot sitting in a chair on the floor looking up). And, of course, the thing that you're afraid will happen--the reason why you don't let him stand on the chair--happened. He fell backwards. At first, I thought it was no big deal, since he his head hit the ground in the 2nd stage of the fall, but when I saw the blood coming out of his mouth, the crying made more sense. Poor kid bit his tongue! But you know, he recovered.
By 8:30, I thought I would actually get Eisley to school somewhat early/on time, but, nope, that didn't happen. I'm pretty sure that Eisley's toy ballerina made it into time out (a method more effective than putting her in time out) because she failed to get dressed when told. And then I turn around to find that Soren has taken the lid off of his snack trap and dumped his Cheerios on the kitchen floor. This may surprise you, but I left them there to save time, tried to keep Eisley from stomping on them, while getting us to the door. We eventually made it to school, and Soren and I even took a little walk in the brisk morning air after dropping Eisley off. I thought that maybe the day would improve from there.
Of course, I forgot about the Cheerios on the floor (and we'll come back to those). I made a few phone calls and then got Soren his usual snack of yogurt. He hasn't been too trustworthy with it lately, so I fed him most of it. Then I made a call to my doctor for 3 minutes. Just THREE minutes. And I watched him do this, not intervening at all, because honestly, I don't multi-task so well when it comes to kids and phone calls.
I took him to my bathroom, thinking I'd give him a bath, but he wasn't too keen on that idea, so we just kind of did a wipe down. And wiping yogurt out of hair isn't really all that effective.
A little while later, I was reminded why I should have vacuumed up the Cheerios. I was in the process of changing Soren's diaper, and I let him down to walk to the diapers. Typically this isn't an issue, but recently, I've had bad luck. And today took it up a notch. As I was coming back with the diaper, I found that Soren had peed on the floor in the middle of the Cheerios, was playing with it with his hands, and was about to start eating the Cheerios off the floor (which is a favorite activity of this these days). I rescued him, got the diaper on, cleaned up the floor and breathed a sigh of relief.
As we were getting ready to go get Eisley from school, my phone rang--the bounce house rental guy for Eisley's birthday party next week. But Soren was ready to go 'outside' and started to freak out when I wasn't ready. And I had decided that I wanted to make a latte since I was so tired. I couldn't talk to the guy over Soren screaming, told him I'd call him back. Then got Soren calmed down, finished my latte and was seriously about to pick him up to walk out the door, when he said, "poop". Really? Back in the house we went, changed the diaper, and a few minutes later were on our way to get Eisley. And I was able to call the bounce house guy in peace.
During lunch, Soren had given up sitting in his high chair--a new thing and a pointed reminder of why we bought this high chair for Eisley--because it has a 5 point harness, which, of course, we took off...for some reason. I was feeding him in my lap and then later he was standing on my bar stool while I was trying to do something (which I can't remember now...feeding? cleaning?), and then he totally twisted around and fell off the chair. More like slid, but honestly, the poor kid and I needed a little breather. So, off both kids went to PBS while I cleaned up lunch before nap time.
Later in the day, I took the kids out to play, while Stephan fixed dinner--a very rare role reversal. (And wouldn't you know that as I was doing a quickie diaper change with Soren standing, that kid peed again, on his clothes, at the door, right as we were about to head outside!!)
Soren was having fun swinging and working with the "buckle", which is so cute to hear him say.
Notice the tousled hair from yogurt. :-)
My princess--always in a skirt or dress these days
And while I didn't get a picture of it, the afternoon ended with both kids lying in sand and showering it on each other (in fun) (right before dinner!), while I was talking to the realtor (of the owners of the house we're renting) about scheduling showings this weekend (yay). Again, it's pretty clear that me on the phone=kids doing things they probably shouldn't.
It was a day. A rather crazy one. Hoping tomorrow is less eventful. And that I can sleep as well as ballerina in her bed next to Eisley.
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