September 30, 2011 § 2 Comments
Here’s something I wonder. How does Hiram know he doesn’t want his little brother? I mean. It seems like having the foresight to anticipate the potential pitfalls associated with a sibling is actually a demonstration of some very advanced critical thinking ability. (Oh, but of course!)
Maybe they talk at daycare? This seems like a little bit of a long shot considering when I talk to Hiram’s friends at school, we spend our time sorting out how we’re related (Hiram’s mama! Not my mama!) Or we talk about whose truck is whose.
Are these the same kids who are pulling Hiram aside during large motor activity and saying things like “Dude, whatever you do, do NOT get a baby brother. You will hate it.”
I almost hope so. Because otherwise it’s me. Or us. Somehow giving Hiram the idea that e-Lou is trouble. It couldn’t be, could it? Have I made this mistake? Have I given him this impression?
September 29, 2011 § 1 Comment
Look at that. e-Lou and I are already done with the second trimester. My littlest boy continues to go easy on me with only minor (minor!) side effects to contend with.
The ultrasound confirmed what I already knew– e-Lou is comfortably situated with his feet aimed directly at my bladder. And he’s a kicker. So haha. But actually, even that isn’t too bad. It also explains why I’d classify e-Lou’s kicks to be more of the “clunk” variety.
An update on some of his most important, or at least, most known stats:
- Heartbeat: approx 140 beats/min as of this morning
- Gender: Boy
- Due date: Still December 22, 2011 (Despite his elusive nature, I think he’ll be early. I don’t know why.)
- Favorite foods: Cottage cheese and ice cream
- Bedroom colors (will be): navy and light blue, forest green and burgundy
- Important Notes: e-Lou makes his mama want to purge, purge, purge. I’m actually afraid for when I start nesting in earnest. Also, for the past few weeks, I’ve been affectionately rubbing what I thought was e-Lou’s head. It turns out, that was his bony little booty. Oops.
September 28, 2011 § Leave a comment
There’s something about sending your baby out into the world each day. The end goal is always the same but journey there is always, always different.
- Sometimes a little TLC is all it takes to coax Hike into his jeans and T-shirt.
- Sometimes, shoes and socks slip on easier with a banana and cup of milk.
- Sometimes, Hike’s mama will do anything to get her kid to sit still in his seat.
September 27, 2011 § Leave a comment
September 26, 2011 § 2 Comments
After *almost* converting Hiram’s bed to a “big boy bed” about sixteen times, we finally did it last Friday. So far, converting the bed was way harder than converting Hiram to his new lifestyle (and converting the bed was pretty easy).
After a celebration dinner in the IKEA cafe, we headed over to the kid’s beds to introduce Hiram to the concept and let him pick his blankets.
He decided on the zoo pattern.
Hiram’s first night in his very own big boy bed.
Brad and I agree, the switch was good for Hiram. He’s been telling everyone about his “new” bed and that sweet little swagger of his has been out in full force.
September 23, 2011 § 4 Comments
Yesterday, I told you I’ve decided to start a little series to track the progress we’re making towards convincing Hiram that a new little brother is actually really awesome. I guess in order to get you to buy-in to this series it might help to tell you about how we came to realize we had this problem in the first place.
Here are a few of the most poignant examples:
- The first time we tried to tell Hiram he was going to have a baby brother he said, “No! No two babies!!”
- The second time we tried to tell Hiram he was going to have a baby brother, he said, “No way!”
- When we asked Hiram what he thought we should name his baby brother, he said, “No name my baby brother!”
Hiram reinforces this sentiment with his actions. For example, ever since I’ve started to show, Hiram wants nothing to do with me. He doesn’t want to sit by me at dinner, he doesn’t want me to tuck him into bed and he won’t let me read him any stories.
When I try to take him out of his car seat, he says, “Daddy do it!” and pushes me away. He pushes me away…by my belly, people!
Sometimes, he also tries to punch me in the belly.
Is this Hiram being two? Or is this Hiram being anti-two-babies?
September 22, 2011 § 4 Comments
The best way to avoid a problem is to worry about it profusely.
Worry yourself to restless sleep.
Worry all day long.
Worry even when people tell you it will be fine. That way, the thing you’re worrying about will never happen. This actually works. I do it all the time.
Unfortunately, we’ve got a pretty big problem. So big, in fact, that all the worrying I did before didn’t help. At least not very much. At all.
I don’t want to tell you what’s wrong.
I don’t want to write it here because I don’t want it to be true.
But I will write it here.
In a minute.
He doesn’t want his baby brother.
There. I said it.
I’ve known this for a while but I’ve been holding out on you. Hoping I could eventually post some pithy little story about how Hiram wasn’t too sure about e-Lou at first but now he’s all a-flutter with excitement.
Alas, still not really all a-flutter.
I’ve been working on this post for the last hour and the content (all brilliant and important, of course) has far exceeded my self-imposed per-post-word-count limit. So. I’m starting a new series. Hopefully a short-lived series of short little pithy stories on how we identified, grappled with and eventually resolved this little problem of ours.