Twenty-One Months

Technically, Twenty-One Months and six days, but who’s counting.

If I had to sum up the last month in as few words as possible, I would have to say: explosion.

His language is exploding. His independence is exploding.

His temper is absolutely exploding.

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Likes: He loves his new-ish Elmo slippers, he mastered sliding in about five minutes (also: he calls it, “Weeeeeee?!” So adorable.) He’s obsessed with bubbles, and water, and rocks. Did I mention we’re the only occupied house on our new street? We’re surrounded by construction sites, so it’s rocks rocks rocks all day around here.

Dislikes: Turning the TV off (more specifically Curious George or Sesame Street) is a big tantrum trigger. Thankfully we’re living without TV (and internet, the horror!) for a few weeks so it’s been easy to avoid. When I do need to turn on some cartoons to get some unpacking done, I’m relying on a lot of smoke and mirrors, and a general out of sight out of mind approach to keep things civil around here, once it’s time to turn them off. I’m not looking forward to his attention span improving.

Sleep: I don’t know if it’s his last four molars, nightmares, or a month away from our bed and our regular routine, but sleep has been iffy lately. Not terrible, but not great, but there’s definitely been a lot more midnight screaming. We’re all very excited to have our bed back.

Eating: Apple juice, goldfish crackers, cheese and (obviously) cookies are the only things I can reliably get this kid to eat. He does like fruit and beans, but some days he eats it all, but really most days he just wants to graze and keep playing.

Clothes: 24 months

New Tricks: Jumping (or nearly jumping most of the time) is a new development. He also wipes his hands together and says, “Phewww!” every time he says he’s all done with something.

Teeth: Second molars are on the horizon. Tooth tally: 16

Vocab:
Mama/Dada
Nan
Woof!
Daisy
Jake
No
Night night
Yay!
Toot-toot
Gus Gus
Yes
Up
Down
Elmo
Nose
Uh-Oh!
Quack (Mmmmmmaaaaaaa!)
Meow
Moo
Whoa
OH!
Daisy, no!
Cheese
Shoes
Juice
Roar
Monkey sounds
This/That (dat)
Bubbles (babas)
Hello
Wow!
You
More
Please (peas)
Hi/Bye
Boat (bo)
Boo!
Fish (vish)
Go (go-go!)
Do
oink-oink
snake sounds
Whooooooo (like an owl)
Baby
Me
*Aaaachooooo!
*The Letters: H & O
*Beep-beep (applies to cars, trucks, bikes, etc.)
*Bath
*Hot
*Cracker (now applies to chips, cookies, granola bars, actual crackers, and Cookie Monster)
*Yuck
*Hush
*Book
*Box
*Hat
*Help
*Oh no!
*Butt
*Toot
*Eww
*Ouch
*Apple
*Rock
*Run
*Burp
*Arm
*Hand
*All done / All gone
*Elephant (Appa)

*new this month

 

Table & Chairs Shopping

For the last few years, I’ve dreamed of the day we had a kitchen or a dining room large enough for a giant farmhouse-style table.

Now that we’re moving to a new house, I finally have the space to get one. And while there’s nothing really wrong with our current table and chairs, they’re a little too small for our new kitchen, and well, I want a new table so, I’m virtually window shopping.

I’ve narrowed my table search down as far as style goes, and I’m hoping to get lucky at a Pottery Barn or Restoration Hardware outlet (thankfully I live about a hour or so from one of each) and find something like this, this or this. If that doesn’t work out, my backup is this table from Home Decorators Collection, which has a matching bench.

My real problem is the chairs.

Mike & I both like the idea of a bench along one side of the new table, so I’ll need four/probably five new chairs for the new morning room.

In a perfect world, with a perfect budget, I’d get tufted and upholstered chairs. 

But, it’s not a perfect world, and at $250 a pop, these chairs are an investment I’m not sure I’m willing to make. With a sticky, rambunctious toddler, two dogs with poor table manners, and a mother prone to spilling her red wine, I don’t think upholstered chairs are terribly practical.

A slightly more affordable option would be an upholstered parsons chair, and while that saves me some money, it won’t solve my baby/dog/wine problem.

My second choice would be a metal bistro style chair. I personally love the mix of styles and textures (I blame Chip & Joanna Gaines) but Mike is adamantly opposed to a metal chair. 

They’d be light, and durable, and I wouldn’t have to worry about maintaining them too much. I’m hoping I can swing Mike in this direction, but if not — we move on to wooden chairs.

I like the idea of a painted wooden chair, that way we don’t have to worry about matching the stain on the table and the bench. Plus, if I can get Mike on board, it’s a good opportunity to add a pop of color.


For our predominantly white and gray kitchen, the blue chairs are my favorite, fingers crossed Mike agrees.

Terrible Twos

When you’re pregnant, everyone with kids is all, “Oh, you’ll never sleep again.”

And you hear it SO much, you’re like, OMGGG I GET IT, thaaaaanks!

But you don’t. You definitely DO NOT get it, until it’s three weeks in, and it’s 4 a.m., and you can’t remember the last time you slept more than two hours.

Then you’re like, holy shit, they were right.

The terrible twos is a lot like that, I imagine.

Everyone knows toddlers are irrational, and tantrums are awful, and that the terrible twos are a thing. And maybe if you work at a daycare, or a preschool (god bless you, by the way), you’re prepared for what it’s like to have a two-year-old.

The rest of us? It’s trial by screaming, stomping, fire. And by the time you figure out that’s your new reality — just like life with a newborn — well, it’s too late.

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In the last few weeks, we’ve seen our fair share of legit tantrums. I think there are a lot of contributing factors, aside from it’s just that time, developmentally. We’re still staying with Mike’s parents while our house is finished (only a few more days!) and our routine is a little off. We’re sleeping in a bed that’s not ours, and Gus is starting to cut his second molars, so he’s not sleeping well. He’s recently become OBSESSED with cartoons — specifically Curious George — and turning off the TV without a compelling distraction is a big trigger. And despite learning new words at a rapid pace, he still has a hard time explaining what he wants all the time.

And so, he throws himself on the floor, and screams in my face. And if I try to touch him, or comfort him, he loses his goddamn mind.

Thankfully, the majority of the time, he’s still super sweet, and funny and affectionate. And I take comfort in the fact that it has to get better (just like that newborn phase!) or no one would ever have more than one child (…right?)

New House Chronicles: Let There Be Light (and Floors!)

THE LIGHTS ARE ON (but no one is home, ba-dum-bum.)

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And the floors are in, the carpet is installed too.

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So, you can walk in, flip on some lights, and tap dance around if you’re so inclined (and I am).

We’re still waiting on our official settlement date, but we’re in the home stretch at this point.

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Momo

Gus loves Elmo.

So when we were shopping the other day and he saw some Elmo slippers, and said, “Mama. Momo, please.” I was like well that was adorable, yes of course , and what else do you want?

And since then, if we’re inside, the boy is wearing his Elmo slippers.

He’s particularly fond of kicking back at the end of a long day in his slippers, and a diaper, and that’s it.

New House Chronicles: Kind of Homeless

Today we sold our old house.

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The house we bought right after we got married. The house we brought our second (cute and annoying) little dog home to two months after we moved in.

The house where we entertained friends and family at our annual pool parties, and countless backyard barbecues.

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The house we where brought our first baby home. Where he learned to crawl, and laugh, and where he started talking. Where he celebrated his first birthday and holidays.

It’s also the house where Mike got attacked by hornets. Where we’d suffer through freezing or sweltering temperatures, with no power for weeks at a time after bad storms.

Where countless frogs and chipmunks and the occasional squirrel battled with that beautiful pool, and almost always lost. This is in addition to the animals the dogs sometimes murdered. And the other dead animals foxes and owls (I assume, anyway) dropped in our yard for me to dispose of.

So, I’m a little sad to be leaving. We did have a lot of fun in that house. But I’m not as sad as I was when we left our first house, or as I was when my family left my childhood home.

Maybe it’s because soon, everything will be new and shiny and covered by a warranty. Or because our power lines will be buried, and hopefully I can kiss long-term power outages goodbye.

Maybe it’s because I know Gus won’t remember that house. All his memories will be of our new house, the friends he’ll meet living there, and the games we play in our new, better, yard.

Maybe it’s because moving sucks. And moving with a toddler is ten times harder. Maybe I’ll be sadder once everything settles down.

I think it helps that the people who are buying our house are really nice, and are really excited about living there. And their kids are so excited about having a pool. And they told us it was their “forever home.” 

But wait, you said something about being homeless?

Right. Yes.

The new house still isn’t finished. It does, however, finally have electricity, so hopefully it should only be another two or three weeks before we can move in.

Until then we’re staying with Mike’s parents, who are thrilled about Gus being here (the dogs? not so much) and ohmygod I forgot how nice it is to live five minutes away from a Target.

Twenty Months/Happy Father’s Day!

Twenty months already?! It really does go by in the blink of an eye (even if it doesn’t feel that way when you’re living with a newborn). I can’t believe we’re only a few months away from Gus’ second birthday.

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Likes: I think I have a future chef on my hands (or maybe a kitchen reorganizer) because my rolling pin, and silicone basting brush are two of his favorite things. Granted, I’m in the middle of packing up everything we own so the pickins are slim in the kitchen drawers. And if he’s not destined to be a chef, then he will definitely work in a haunted house – the only thing he loves more than jumping out and scaring us, is me scaring the bejesus out of him.

Dislikes: Communicating what he wants and needs is still really frustrating for Gus. He obviously knows what he wants, but just doesn’t have the ability to ask me. I *have* been working with him on saying please when he asks for things, which has ultimately resulted in a lot of, “mama please,” but I still have no idea what we’re talking about.

Sleep: As long as his teeth aren’t bothering him, Gus sleeps like a champ. He’s still in our bed, and I plan to start the transition to his room as soon as we’re moved into the new house and back from family vacation. He regularly talks in his sleep, which is adorable. A few night ago he sat up and just started making animal sounds, “Baaaaaaa! Moooooo! Uh-oh!” and then laid back down.

Eating: I’m fairly certain Gus’ actual blood-type is apple juice. Maybe goldfish crackers. Probably cheese. They’re the only things I can consistently get him to eat. (By apple juice, I mean mostly water with a splash of juice. God help me the first time he ever has pure, uncut juice.)

Clothes: 18-24 months for pants, 24 months and some 2T for shirts, and pajamas and size 4 diapers.

New Tricks: Gus is starting to combine words into teeny tiny sentences. It’s mostly Hi/Bye + Mama/Dada/Daisy/Jake, or More + Please/Mama/Juice/Bubbles

Teeth: Three of the four canines are through (finally!) and the last one is slowly torturing us all. Tooth tally: 15.

Vocab:
Mama/Dada
Nan
Woof!
Daisy
Jake
No
Night night
Yay!
Toot-toot!
Gus Gus
Yes!
Up!
Down!
Elmo
Nose (nana)
Uh-Oh!
Quack (Mmmmmmaaaaaaa!)
Meow
Moo
Whoa
OH!
Daisy, no!
Cheese
Shoes
Juice
Roar
Monkey sounds
This/That (dat)
Bubbles (babas)
Hello (hey-lo!)
Wow!
You
More
Please (peas)
Hi/Bye
Cracker (cacka)
Boat (bo)
*Boo!
*Fish (vish)
*Go (go-go!)
*Do
*oink-oink
*snake sounds
*Whooooooo (like an owl)
*Baby
*Me

*new this month

… Also, HAPPY FATHER’S DAY to my dad, my husband, all the other dads, soon-to-be dads, and someday dads!

We celebrated with breakfast, more packing (we move out on Wednesday!) and a little commissioned cartoon, which is adorable, if you ask me.

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