Sunday, August 23, 2009
yes, we bribe our child
how is it that i've begun only blogging once a week? this month's number of posts is one of the lowest i've ever had. its not that i'm too busy (though that does account for some of it). i think i'd just rather read blogs and be entertained than create one to be entertaining. i admit that i've been completely selfish in this regard and i hope to remedy the situation starting this week.
here's a couple of things that have been rolling around in my head lately:
potty training...i've borrowed books and dvd's from the library for tristan all about the potty. he enjoys these and has had quite a few successes with peeing. we have a glass of skittles up above the tv, which is a reminder to him that he gets one every time he goes pee and two if he goes poop. so far, the pooping bit hasn't happened. i understand this is normal, but the issue we're having is that his little internal "schedule" seems to have changed. he now has a poop right in the middle of (or near the beginning of) his nap. this is not a good thing. today we made sure he sat on the potty right before i put him down for his nap. no poop. so we've increased the desirability of pooping by adding some tootsie roll pops in the glass along with the skittles. we shall see if this works...
time speeding...if i thought that time went by twice as quickly once i had tristan, i now find that time goes by three times as quickly now that i have samuel. in only a couple of weeks, samuel will be three months old! i've been feeling nostalgic lately, triggered by looking at pictures of tristan as a baby to compare him to his younger brother. it suddenly struck me as infinitely sad that the chubby little boy staring joyfully at me in those photos will never ever look like that again. as big and old as tristan looks to me now, soon he'll be even bigger and older and i'm sure i'll look back on pictures of him now and think that he looked chubby and baby like. just another reminder to enjoy life in the moment, to stop wishing certain difficult stages away and to remember that each age and stage has its very own specific joys that i will look back fondly on one day.
i hope i never forget the way tristan "sings along" with me when i sing him "Jesus loves me" before bedtime. i hope i never forget his extreme devotion to a particular hat that resembles lightning mcqueen. he honestly cannot leave the house without it. i hope i never forget the way he'll simply say, "mommy. hand." and hold my hand in his while we're watching morning cartoons. i hope i never forget the special little voice he uses when talking to his brother. its sort of husky, sort of high pitched and it makes me want to cry every time he uses it. the most recent time was this morning. after receiving a green skittle for going pee, he ran to samuel, held up his candy and said "see? baby sam? GREEN tweet! tristan go pee pee on potty! yay!!!" and then he danced around making samuel grin and giggle. i hope i never forget the way samuel's little head bobbles and steadies as i burp him after a feeding. i hope i never forget the way the top of his head smells, or the way his first little giggles sound. i hope i never lose the feeling that i get when he smiles so hugely at me from his crib first thing in the morning. these moments in time seem to last so long now, but in reality they are so fleeting.