Saturday, August 8, 2015
Green Lakes playdate pre-cast
In the final days of July we met Ana and her sons James and John for a hot and sunny playdate at Green Lakes State Park. We had an awesome time digging in the sand with the digger and playing on the playground before hitting the lake. My boys were thrilled to be able to wear their puddlejumpers in the water and immediately swam right out into the lake. Theo swam out to the farthest buoys and was happy as a little clam, floating on his back and beaming back to me and waving. When he finally came in, shivering and shaking, we made up a signal that I could use if I needed to summon him in, since he was so far away he couldn't hear me. They are such happy little water babies, it's so fun to watch them in the water!
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
More fun at the lake and environs pre-cast
We had our annual Trumansburg playground meet-up with Louise Dugan and her daughter Charlotte. The boys and Charlotte had a great time playing together, though Charlotte was less keen on the spinning than the boys are. The teeter-totter was a big hit with everyone.
Grandpa Stu and the boys fishing. They caught some ungodly amount of gobi and sunfish.
Monday, August 3, 2015
Reed is three months old and Beck has a full leg cast
Today, August 3, is Reed's three month birthday. And yesterday Beck broke his tibia and got a full leg cast. Exciting times around here.
The leg is just one of those times when in hindsight you see how you should have easily prevented what happened, but didn't see how at the time. We were playing at the Trumansburg school playground and had only been there a short time when Beck got on the monkey bars. He likes to see if he can grab them (it's a big deal, since he couldn't reach any last summer, and now there are a few playgrounds where he can reach them) and then drop down to the ground. I have seen him effortlessly drop or jump down several feet, almost always landing on his feet. This time, because I was unencumbered with a baby, unlike how I usually am, I was talking to Beck about how he could reach to the next bar by swinging his legs. I see now that he really just wanted to reach, hang and drop--but I thought if I showed him, he would see how he could do it. I can remember the moment when I saw his hands slipping off, because he wanted to drop, and his legs still swinging out behind him. What I imagine happened was that he fell while his legs were still somewhat behind him, so when his bosh dropped, his leg hit the platform on the way down. Now Beck falls and bumps a lot, because he is daring and brave and moves quickly, and because like his mama and grandma Joanie he sometimes underestimates the dimensions of his body. And he has lots of bumps and bruises. But he hardly ever cries about falls or bumps. So when he wailed and cried and screamed, I knew something was very wrong.
I wanted to stop at the cottage of Dr Dugan, our family friend and orthopedic surgeon, or straight to the hospital, but Beck absolutely insisted on going home to get his blanket. We did drop Theo off with my parents (we had to take Reed because I am his only food source) so it wasn't only for the blanket but it was amazing how much comfort he received from that blanket, the one he sleeps with every night and has since he was tiny. He just kept screaming that he needed his blanket (and that the bumps in the car hurt his leg). But he was right. I'm not sure if he cried at all again once he had his blanket.
At the hospital (Cayuga Med) Beck was pretty happy to play games and watch movies in daddy's iPad. He acted surprisingly normal and cheerful, though I could tell he was very tired. They did an x-Ray right in the room with a portable machine, and pretty soon the doc came back and told us it was broken. We had to wait for the orthopedic guy to set it, and in the meantime I had lots of opportunity to look at sad Internet pictures of kids in casts and think of all the things Beck wouldn't be able to do the rest of the summer (the ER doc said the cast could be on 4-10 weeks) and ruminate on what a terrible mother I am that I did this to my child. Then the (kind of gruff) orthopedic dr came and set it in a hard cast and told us the hard cast will probably be off in two weeks, with a walking cast for the next two weeks and then probably nothing. So I think we're looking at the best case scenario here and he should be out of the cast by Labor Day and the start of school.
Throughout, Beck has been amazing. Yesterday as soon as we got some pain meds in him he was pretty normal, albeit tired. I woke him up to give him ibuprofin overnight, which we're trying to give him around the clock now. Beck woke up this morning saying that he forgot he was even in a cast. Then he said "it would be funny, Mama, if the Cast Fairy came and took my cast off while I was sleeping." He didn't eat much for breakfast and then retreated back upstairs to watch movies and play games on Daddy's iPad, but after eating a pretty good lunch he asked if he could go play trains. I helped him down from the chair, but then he scooted himself into the living room and all around to build the train set with Theo. After his nap this afternoon, we knew he was awake because he appeared at the top of the stairs, having already made it down the first four steps before the landing. He's even hopping a bit, with support, on the good foot. I know he's mostly probably just thrilled to have unlimited "screen time" with the iPad and movies and games to his heart's content, and that at some point soon he will be grumpy about not being able to do fun stuff, but for now he's been absolutely terrific.
Managing a preschooler with a broken leg, a very active preschooler withOUT a broken leg and lots of energy to get out, and a three month old baby will be a challenge, no doubt, but today was a breeze because of how thrilled the big boys were to have screen time, and Reed's first forays into napping in the crib. At night he's still sleeping 7-9 hours straight in his crib, but daytime napping has been mostly in arms or in my baby carrier. And Daddy came home at lunchtime bearing groceries and lots and lots of patience and good humor. I've decided: this family works a lot better with one parent not working outside the home at all, and the other only working mornings. I am currently looking at ways to fund said venture.
Friday we visited Toddler Time at Skyzone Syracuse with Grandma Joanie and Grandpa Stu to do some trampolining for the first time. I'm guessing we won't be back for, oh, just guessing here, at least four to six weeks.
Thursday, July 30, 2015
Firefighter Camp
Yesterday the big boys went to Firefighter Camp run by the Cortland Parks and Recreation Department. Grandma Kathy came to take them, and luckily got a lot of great pictures. The highlights were crawling through a smoke (fake smoke) building and rescuing a dummy, and pointing and turning off the hoses, and carrying each other on backboards to the ambulance. Theo said the best part was riding in the fire truck with the siren on. Beckett's favorite was carrying out the "doll" from the burning building. The day also included important fire safety messages like making a plan with your family for where to meet during a fire, and how to stop, drop and roll. The camp was all day but the boys made it til 2:30 or so and then wanted to come home. They had apparently outlasted most of the other kids, on one of the hottest days of the year. What an awesome program! Of course this morning they woke up and asked if they got to go back to firefighter camp again today!
Friday, July 24, 2015
Developmental Update
Reed at 12 weeks and Theo and Beckett at 4.1 years
The big boys are fully in the swing of summer and are enjoying swimming with their puddlejumpers, spraying each other and the house and garage and anything that moves or does not move in the yard or outside the house with their water guns and water cannons. The nakedness that has ensued in past summers continues in the summer of 2015. The neighbors joke about it. I see no reason to enforce clothing when said clothing is only going to get soaked through various fun play. Especially because our yard is mostly shaded most times of the day, so sunburn is not even a major concern.
This morning we went to Green Lakes with my friend Ana and her two little boys. Both of my guys had their puddlejumpers on and went wading out a ways, but Theo's the one who took off to the very far end of the buoys at the deep end and spent 20 minutes floating, swimming, kicking, and laying on his back, happy as a little clam. When he came in we had to establish a way I could signal to him with my arms in case I needed him to come in, since he was way beyond earshot, especially when the lake got crowded. Beck was happy to play with buckets and shovels and build sand castles with Ana's boys.
The boys are back to napping almost every day, somewhere between 1.5 and 2.5 hours. Our days go so, so much more smoothly when everyone is well-rested, so even though the naps mean that they go to sleep later because they are not tired earlier, I truly believe this is a happier existence for everyone. It also means that I generally spend the morning doing something focused on the big boys, like a park or playground, while Reed naps in the Mobywrap baby carrier on my chest (taking breaks for diaper changes and nursing) and then when the big boys go down for their nap, Reed and I have some meaningful alert time together and also usually a nap together. It's a nice little system and napping makes ALL of us much happier. It also means that on these long light evenings we don't worry much about getting them to bed, and they are more likely to be having fun and happy rather than nitpicking each other or us.
Since receiving Batman and Superman t-shirts with attached capes soon after Reed was born, both boys have glommed on and wear the shirts pretty regularly. And by pretty regularly, I mean Beckett wears his Superman shirt EVERY DAY. For those of us who remember that I wore a nurse's outfit every day for at least six months when I was the same age, this does not seem remarkable. However, I was an only child, and my dad washed my outfit most days. Especially because of the late bedtimes, but mostly because I have other stuff to do, I wash it every few days or whenever it is especially disgusting. He says he likes feeling powerful and feeling like a superhero, which I understand and think makes sense particularly since Reed's birth. He also talks about his superpowers a lot, both the ones he says he has (such as "eye-vision") and the ones he wishes he has (primarily flying).
Theo is interested in the superhero concept but more into Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. To me, this obsession with TMNT has come out of nowhere. I think back to Halloween last year, when their friend Preston dressed up like a Turtle, and the boys had no clue what that was. They have never seen a movie or tv show about the Turtles. I have no idea where it came from, but they have several Turtles now (some new, from Grandpa Stu, and some from the flea market from Mama) and love playing Turtle throughout the house. Theo is very interested in the catalog of Turtle paraphernalia that came with the new Turtles, and he loves telling us which items he wants (hint: everything that has ever been manufactured related to TMNT). Theo is also getting more and more interested in drawing, coloring, and especially painting and watercolors. He is happiest when given a template of some sort, a traced outline or shape to guide his work. Both boys are getting so much more adept at cutting and gluing and other fine motor skills. Theo especially has a lot of patience for coloring and is very particular about coloring in the lines.
Reed continues to be a pretty mellow guy. Since about 6 weeks he has been sleeping at least 5 hours straight each night, but starting around 7 or 8 weeks he's been sleeping 7, 8 or 9 hours straight. We had two very hot nights about two weeks ago when he was very uncomfortable and woke up every hour and a half or so but besides that it's usually about 9 hours from 9pm until 6am. It's probably the only reason I am halfway sane right now, that I get a good chunk of sleep at night (except when the big boys wake me up) and usually also a nap in the mid-afternoon. He usually has an alert period in the morning between 7-9am, another in the early afternoon or around lunchtime, and then is usually pretty awake from 5pm to when he goes to bed, though he often catnaps a little in the evening. When he is awake he is very happy to listen to and watch his brothers, and often smiles and giggles at them, and also us. He still loves being in the Mobywrap and spends a good three to eight hours in it every day! Reed is still pooping once every two or three days, so sometimes when he gets grunty and squishy-faced and grumpy I suspect he is working on moving his bowels. Though sometimes the gruntiness doesn't match up with an immediate blowout.
I've been really enjoying watching the relationship between Theo and Beckett and Reed. Neither Jeff nor I had siblings in our early childhood (I'm an only child and Jeff's brother Jon was born when Jeff was 10), so it's all new to us. Theo and Beckett truly love Reed, and they say so pretty frequently. They seem to really enjoy him and take pride in him. Beckett often refers to Reed as "our baby" or "everyone's baby." They often pause their play to watch him, to make him smile, to comment on his face or outfit, or to suggest something that he would like to do (there's a small list: nursing and burps). One of my favorite things to observe is that the boys occasionally "nurse" their toys. I think I've seen stuffed animals and puppets but also trucks and Turtles. My favorite was last week when Theo was doing some kind of make-believe game with a hand puppet lamb and then asked if she was hungry. Then he carried her into another room where there was a stool in a quiet corner. He sat down on the stool, pulled up his shirt, and held the puppet up to his belly. For a few moments, he sat very calmly, looking all around the room, and then pulled the puppet away and pulled his shirt down. I love it!
The big boys are fully in the swing of summer and are enjoying swimming with their puddlejumpers, spraying each other and the house and garage and anything that moves or does not move in the yard or outside the house with their water guns and water cannons. The nakedness that has ensued in past summers continues in the summer of 2015. The neighbors joke about it. I see no reason to enforce clothing when said clothing is only going to get soaked through various fun play. Especially because our yard is mostly shaded most times of the day, so sunburn is not even a major concern.
This morning we went to Green Lakes with my friend Ana and her two little boys. Both of my guys had their puddlejumpers on and went wading out a ways, but Theo's the one who took off to the very far end of the buoys at the deep end and spent 20 minutes floating, swimming, kicking, and laying on his back, happy as a little clam. When he came in we had to establish a way I could signal to him with my arms in case I needed him to come in, since he was way beyond earshot, especially when the lake got crowded. Beck was happy to play with buckets and shovels and build sand castles with Ana's boys.
The boys are back to napping almost every day, somewhere between 1.5 and 2.5 hours. Our days go so, so much more smoothly when everyone is well-rested, so even though the naps mean that they go to sleep later because they are not tired earlier, I truly believe this is a happier existence for everyone. It also means that I generally spend the morning doing something focused on the big boys, like a park or playground, while Reed naps in the Mobywrap baby carrier on my chest (taking breaks for diaper changes and nursing) and then when the big boys go down for their nap, Reed and I have some meaningful alert time together and also usually a nap together. It's a nice little system and napping makes ALL of us much happier. It also means that on these long light evenings we don't worry much about getting them to bed, and they are more likely to be having fun and happy rather than nitpicking each other or us.
Since receiving Batman and Superman t-shirts with attached capes soon after Reed was born, both boys have glommed on and wear the shirts pretty regularly. And by pretty regularly, I mean Beckett wears his Superman shirt EVERY DAY. For those of us who remember that I wore a nurse's outfit every day for at least six months when I was the same age, this does not seem remarkable. However, I was an only child, and my dad washed my outfit most days. Especially because of the late bedtimes, but mostly because I have other stuff to do, I wash it every few days or whenever it is especially disgusting. He says he likes feeling powerful and feeling like a superhero, which I understand and think makes sense particularly since Reed's birth. He also talks about his superpowers a lot, both the ones he says he has (such as "eye-vision") and the ones he wishes he has (primarily flying).
Theo is interested in the superhero concept but more into Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. To me, this obsession with TMNT has come out of nowhere. I think back to Halloween last year, when their friend Preston dressed up like a Turtle, and the boys had no clue what that was. They have never seen a movie or tv show about the Turtles. I have no idea where it came from, but they have several Turtles now (some new, from Grandpa Stu, and some from the flea market from Mama) and love playing Turtle throughout the house. Theo is very interested in the catalog of Turtle paraphernalia that came with the new Turtles, and he loves telling us which items he wants (hint: everything that has ever been manufactured related to TMNT). Theo is also getting more and more interested in drawing, coloring, and especially painting and watercolors. He is happiest when given a template of some sort, a traced outline or shape to guide his work. Both boys are getting so much more adept at cutting and gluing and other fine motor skills. Theo especially has a lot of patience for coloring and is very particular about coloring in the lines.
Reed continues to be a pretty mellow guy. Since about 6 weeks he has been sleeping at least 5 hours straight each night, but starting around 7 or 8 weeks he's been sleeping 7, 8 or 9 hours straight. We had two very hot nights about two weeks ago when he was very uncomfortable and woke up every hour and a half or so but besides that it's usually about 9 hours from 9pm until 6am. It's probably the only reason I am halfway sane right now, that I get a good chunk of sleep at night (except when the big boys wake me up) and usually also a nap in the mid-afternoon. He usually has an alert period in the morning between 7-9am, another in the early afternoon or around lunchtime, and then is usually pretty awake from 5pm to when he goes to bed, though he often catnaps a little in the evening. When he is awake he is very happy to listen to and watch his brothers, and often smiles and giggles at them, and also us. He still loves being in the Mobywrap and spends a good three to eight hours in it every day! Reed is still pooping once every two or three days, so sometimes when he gets grunty and squishy-faced and grumpy I suspect he is working on moving his bowels. Though sometimes the gruntiness doesn't match up with an immediate blowout.
I've been really enjoying watching the relationship between Theo and Beckett and Reed. Neither Jeff nor I had siblings in our early childhood (I'm an only child and Jeff's brother Jon was born when Jeff was 10), so it's all new to us. Theo and Beckett truly love Reed, and they say so pretty frequently. They seem to really enjoy him and take pride in him. Beckett often refers to Reed as "our baby" or "everyone's baby." They often pause their play to watch him, to make him smile, to comment on his face or outfit, or to suggest something that he would like to do (there's a small list: nursing and burps). One of my favorite things to observe is that the boys occasionally "nurse" their toys. I think I've seen stuffed animals and puppets but also trucks and Turtles. My favorite was last week when Theo was doing some kind of make-believe game with a hand puppet lamb and then asked if she was hungry. Then he carried her into another room where there was a stool in a quiet corner. He sat down on the stool, pulled up his shirt, and held the puppet up to his belly. For a few moments, he sat very calmly, looking all around the room, and then pulled the puppet away and pulled his shirt down. I love it!
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
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