I’m not sure how many rainy days we’ve had so far this spring/summer, but let’s just say it’s been TOO MANY for this family. Especially since as soon as he wakes up, my son starts asking “park? outside?”. Not today buddy, not today. How about a museum?
Summary of life for past two months.
Boy: BIG, keeps getting bigger. Sleeps in big boy bed, talks, calls me Mama (love that). Always wants to go outside. Love him, but where is my baby? Heart wrenching to move him into new big boy room. Maybe I have baby fever.
Me: Cannot have baby fever b/c need to lose about 20 lbs before camp reunion in August.
Started running on May 5th.
Accomplishments thus far: 5K road race. Last time I ran a 5K was 9 yrs ago. Was faster this time even though about 20 lbs heavier now.
Weight change since new running regime: +4 lbs. Not happy about it.
Issues I’m having: It’s tick season. They’re everywhere and ruining my life.
Now: Boy in bathroom playing in sink. Perfect example of reason I rarely blog anymore.
Is this it? Is this the end of my blogging experiment? I don’t know. I hate to shut her down but I just haven’t felt all that much like blogging as of late. Sooooo, for my three readers, please bear with me. Maybe I’ll snap out of it. Or maybe I just need to find something that I’m excited to write about. Not that I’m not excited about my child. He’s awesome. I just sometimes read Mommy Blogs and think, “How self indulgent is this person that they feel the need to share all of this? Get a therapist lady!” I mean, really. I love reading my friends stuff, obvs, because they are talented and I actually am interested in their lives (Deadlines & Naptimes and Tales from a Social Network Addict). And some writers are so talented that I almost don’t even care what they write about because they are so enjoyable to read (Amalah, Not That You Asked, All & Sundry). They also don’t take themselves too seriously. But there’s only so much I can hear about one’s “aesthetic” and these Oprah-like favorite product endorsements really get to me. Anyway, there are days that I feel that this here is not the best use of my time. There are however, other days where I have something to vent or share and that is why I will keep this sucker up for awhile longer. WE SHALL SEE PEOPLE.
I’ve often wondered, sometimes aloud, how many years it will be until I am allowed to use the bathroom in private again. I’m usually wondering this sort of thing whilst sitting on the toilet with a dog at my feet and a two-year-old playing with the toilet paper, playing with the flusher, turning the sink on and off and asking me, “What you doing?” I used to leave the door ajar so I could keep an eye or an ear on what was going on with my son and dog in the other room. Well what was going on was, HEY! A bathroom party! Even on the rare occasion that I closed the door I would soon be joined by both of them, the boy having learned how to open bathroom doors. So, it should have been a warning bell this morning when I found myself in the bathroom alone and perhaps I even muttered something about how nice it was, and perhaps I threw caution to the wind and lost track of time because it was so enjoyable, thus spending 2 minutes in there instead of the usual minute and a half. I don’t know how many seconds in I realized that something fishy was going on. It was a little too quiet, I heard some strange noises… was that the back door? No! Don’t be crazy. But wait, is that a breeze? OH MY LORD. I stood up to get a peek out the tiny bathroom window and sure enough, out on the deck I spot a small person dressed in footy pajamas climbing down the steps from the deck to the yard. In the snow. I may have overreacted at this point and in retrospect I probably could have taken the second or two to pull up my pants completely; he still had a long way to go before he was in any danger. Or did he? Because the time it took him to open the (locked) back door, get on the deck and be halfway off the deck was so short that in my head I figured that by the time I got to the back door myself, he’d be half way to town. Seriously, he must have been moving fast. He was like a prisoner who had his escape all planned out and had just been waiting for me to turn my back. She’s in the bathroom, here’s my chance. You coming with me, doggie? And by the way, yes, thank you DOG for all of your just sitting there quietly, watching this escape go down. You were SO helpful! By the time I made it to the door, he had heard me coming, what with all the screaming and panic-y, high-pitched yelling. In fact, he had started to reverse course and climb back up the deck stairs when I reached him and told him, “No no no, we never go outside without Mommy!”
So now I have a chair in front of the door, which will be great if there’s a fire. Hopefully this weekend we can work something out with another lock or some other such childproofing because now that he can get out of BED and HOUSE I doubt I will get much sleep.
I so don’t feel like blogging today. But Good Gravy, it’s been too long. So here goes. What’s new with us? John is quickly becoming a two-year-old complete with random meltdowns. Last week we had to leave Music Together class early because he was tantruming. Then today he walked in happy as could be and sat down on the circle like an angel. Likewise, he suddenly hates bathtime and screams bloody murder the whole time whereas up until now bathtime was YAY! FUN! SPLASH! Developmentally we are all over the place. He knows the entire alphabet and is OBSESSED with pointing out letters everywhere yet he still doesn’t talk all that much. I say doesn’t because he CAN if he so chooses speak very clearly at times. It’s just that most of the time whining is oh so much more effective (which I know is my fault for giving in to the whine. But my goodness!) He slept in a big boy bed for two weeks while we were in Florida, but now that we’re back home he’s back in the crib. He doesn’t seem to remember that he can get out. Either that or it was such a traumatic experience last time that he just doesn’t want to try it again quite yet. He’s gone potty on the toilet but we are far from trained. I’m not really even pushing it, but once in awhile he gets it in his head to sit there and try, so I let him. His daily nap is dwindling much to my dismay. But he’s actually asleep right now so I might go lay down for a few. I have “book club” tonight (I use quotes because there was actually no book assigned this month) and I need a catnap if I’m gonna make it!