Sunday, January 24, 2010

Warm weather baby...

Amelia has had a bit of a runny nose and tummy bug this past weekend, poor bugger. Sooo, we haven't been out of the house much.
Today brought a warm rain melting all of the snow (including our snowman "Frosty" and our snow girl "Lily".) When it finally stopped, I announced we were going for a family walk to get some fresh air. Amelia was excited to go but still managed to exhibit some grouchiness while we put our coats on.
Amelia in her rain boots and winter coat wandered outside and immediately her mood changed. She was smiling ear to ear, there was a pep in her step and a rosiness in her previously pale cheeks.
With a contented grin, she looked Ford and said, "I'm happy now."
Ford said, "What makes you so happy?"
Amelia replied with another smile, "The grass."

Friday, January 15, 2010

Tales from the potty.

Potty training...easy. Sort of. I knew Amelia understood the concept of potty training a long time ago...she just never presented an "emotional readiness" if you will. I knew well enough not to push the little one in this regard...the more pushing the more chances for her to resist, and resist she did. So, one day, I simply told her I spoke to Elsa's mommy (my good friend Elizabeth in TN) who said Elsa only wears underpants...no more diapers! Well, for some reason, on this particular day, this was enough. Not only was she so excited for Elsa, but she too only wanted to wear underpants. She ran to her room, picked a pair out of her bottom drawer, and has been wearing them ever since. Now, she doesn't want to wear anything but underpants which now presents a bit of a struggle when I have to put a diaper on her to sleep in. How confusing, we make a big deal about "no more diapers! Yeah! No more diapers!" but then still make them wear them at nap and bedtime. She actually cries to wear her underpants during these times...the irony. Oh, and get this, she won't poop in the potty yet, so she does request a diaper for this activity. Her resistance to pooping on the potty and the love of the underpants means she's figured out how to hold it. Not good. So now there's that.
We're just going with it, as I've learned, things will be different if you give it a week.
Now let me just say that public bathrooms present a whole new bag of issues. Most of us agree that most public bathrooms are disgusto. They are. Ford took Amelia to the bookstore and brought along her fold-up potty seat (sits on-top of big potties to keep little butts from falling in, plus the don't have to touch the seat...great invention). She felt the urge while reading books, told her Dad, and headed for the bathroom. He set her on the potty seat, she tinkled and they cheered (first time in a public bathroom cheer). Then she said, "I don't want to flush that one". We laughed later about this thinking she too thought the mens' public bathroom was disgusting. Turns out, there was a different reason....
Today, while at the mall, she had to "tinkle." I took her to the rather clean Macy's bathroom and set her on her potty seat. She did the tinkle while I held her up. She said repeatedly with conviction that she did not want to flush that one. I said okay, assured her she didn't have to and said that I would flush it for her. Then she said, "no, don't flush it, mommy, it scares me." Then I realized, how intimidating that big loud potty must be to her little 2 1/2 year old self. I mean, really, when flushed, those public toilets are unnecessarily loud, fast and forceful. At times, even swirling whooshing water out of the bowl, splashing droplets of cold toilet water out and onto our clothing, purses, even foreheads...and without warning. You know it's happened to you. And you know you've flushed with your tip of your shoe, turned your head away from the bowl, and then made a dash for the stall door as to avoid any chance off this happening. Now imagine being 2 1/2 in that scene. You'd be scared too.
So, we left it. No flushing. We washed our hands and met Ford in the hallway. He hugged her, told her he was proud of her. She told him she didn't flush it and asked him if he wanted to see it. He explained he couldn't see that particular tinkle due to the fact that that potty was only for girls. Again, confused. Just then a nice lady walked out of the girls bathroom where we had just been, and Amelia looked up at her and asked...
"Did YOU flush it?"

Monday, January 11, 2010

Bedtime Queries.


Tonight while putting Amelia to bed, I tried to ease her anxieties about going to sleep alone in her big girl bed...

Me: Every night when you go to sleep in your bed, Amelia, I am always here. You are never alone. We would never leave you. Plus God is always with you. You can talk to God whenever you want. You can pray to Him and tell Him how you feel.
Amelia: Is He a Daddy?
Me: Yes! He's Jesus' Dad.
Amelia: I love my Daddy.
Me: And he loves you very much too.
Amelia: And I love God.
Me: And God loves you too.
Amelia: Does He drink beer?

Sunday, December 20, 2009

"Why, Mama?"

Amelia's first sled.

She picked out this outfit and wanted to dance by the Christmas tree.

Pretending it's raining inside.

"Why?"

It started. The one word question that dominates our conversations as of late.
It started last Thursday and has been used more and more frequently as the days go by.
I knew it was coming. I had been waiting for it. And now it's here.

"Don't tip your sippy cup over." "Why?"
"We have to go to the grocery store." "Why?"
"Be careful. The sidewalk is icy." "Why?"

So, Amelia wants to know why at 28 months. An amazing signal that her mind is expanding quickly and that she's really beginning to understand cause and effect.
Another developmental milestone. I'm just making a note of it.
Hilarious Amelia-isms to follow regarding this topic, I'm sure...

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Amelia's Letter to Santa


Dear Santa Claus,

I want some presents. I want an Elmo toy, a dolly with crazy hair, and that's it.

What do you live in? This is my new house.
I got a horsey-rocker. Do you have reindeer, Santa?
Dear Santa, Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas.

I need some buttons for my gingerbread.

Love,
Amelia

Sunday, November 15, 2009

And you're how old???

Tonight as Amelia fought with me about going to bed...

"I don't need sleep. I need to play and that's the truth."

Well.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Growing Pains...

The girl is growing...FAST. No really, she's having a growth spurt. How do I know? Pants that were way too long a month ago are fitting perfectly. Her legs are finally catching up to her long torso. She's eating everything in sight. She's moody. Now the latter could be caused by several different things, she is 2 now, but I'm going with growth spurt. Her sleep patterns are changing, again. And tonight at bed-time, she complained of pain behind her knee. She was confused by it and wasn't sure if it itched or if it hurt. Poor girl fell asleep holding her knee up to her chest. Again, all signs point to growth spurt and growing pains.

Amelia had her 2 year well check with a new pediatrician here in Lansing. Visits to the doctor have always been...how do I say...painfully painful. However, another sign that she is growing (although she did cry through the entire visit) is the fact that she actually did what the doctor asked; opening her mouth while tears streamed down her face, letting her listen to her chest and back...all the while crying and interjecting an occasional "don't check me! I don't want a check-up. I don't want to, I don't want to...." Heartbreaking. I even told her before the visit that there would be no pokes and that nothing would hurt this time...just a check up. Well, surprise. Though I didn't mean to, I lied...hemoglobin check means prick to the toe. Wow, she was NOT happy. And I felt terrible too.
Gratefully, she understands more therefore she can prepare for what's to come when it comes to the doctor, she can ask questions, reassure herself by playing doctor on her stuffed animals, and she even asked the doctor personal questions about her family...responses regarding her 2 year old son seemed to please Amelia and made the doc seem a little less scary. She acted like a big girl despite all those tears. And I was very proud of her. Lots of praise and hugs as well as a trip to the diner across the street for a post doc visit vanilla shake seemed to erase the pain. At least most of it.

She's healthy. All that growing turned out the following results: At 27 months she weighs 30 lbs putting her in the 78th percentile for weight. She is 37 1/4 inches tall...96th percentile. And her head is, as always, off the charts...this time at 99 cm.

She's growing and sometimes painfully fast. Whether it's my heart aching for things to slow down just a bit, or Amelia's little legs aching from sprouting up so fast so she can one day tower over her mother, it's the growing that is the journey and it's those painful moments that makes all the others so sweet.