2 years ago
Saturday, June 28, 2014
1) Fuzzy has been exhibiting a surge of creativity recently. We went to the sandbox, and he used a bucket to make sand "cookies," cut them in half, and then offered one part of each one to me. Then, when he accidentally stepped on one sand pile, making a slope, he looked at it for a minute, and announced that it was a potty "for mama." I got bored flipping buckets for him at some point, and stuck a leaf into the top of one overturned pail. He looked at it, and excitedly told me it was candle. Then he proceeded to sing "Happy Birthday" to himself.
2) This month brought a triumph for Fuzzy: The Pit's mother visited for a week, and while she was here, started putting him on the potty consistently. It took exactly one day of this, and wearing his Thomas the Train underwear, for the kid to get the point. While there have been plenty of accidents since then, I would say he's pretty well on his way to totally potty trained...he even started waking up with a dry diaper a few days in.
3) There's been a little more insecurity this month on the baby brother front. Although he hasn't been at all aggressive with Sprout, oftentimes when Fuzzy sees me feeding or otherwise paying attention to the baby, he will announce, "Mama hugging TWO babies!" and climb into my lap. This gets a little awkward, but is so adorable that I don't have the heart to discourage him.
4) Although he still prefers a firm nod, a long drawn out "yeeeeah," or an "okay," Fuzzy will now occasionally say "yes." When prompted. Repeatedly.
5) A while back, Fuzzy and I evolved a bedtime routine wherein I sing him approximately three songs, then announce a last song, sing it, and leave. While at first Fuzzy simply begged for another last song, recently he has taken to more creative measures to draw out the process. For example, he will wait until I am about one line away from finishing the last song, and then demand that Mama "Sing diff song." I am then obliged to start over with a different song, which, you guessed it, also gets interrupted near the end.
Another delaying tactic goes like so: "Sing louder...louder....louder....NO, TOO LOUD! Sing slower." Although slower and quieter seem to be conflated in his head, the end result is the same...Mama stays in the room longer out of confusion.
6) Fuzzy usually sleeps through the night, but a week ago he woke up screaming. When The Pit couldn't get him to quiet down, I dragged myself out of bed and sat on the rocking chair with him. I asked if he had a nightmare, and this was the response I received:
"Yeah, nightmare. Man come in Fizzy woom. Walking...loud."
When I explained that it wasn't real, that there was no man in his room, he went on with additionally details. "Loud thing...beeps. Pretty loud."
I have no idea what he heard or thought he heard, but loud things of all types remain firmly in the dislike column.