Lately, Jordan and I have added a new ritual to our bedtime routine—negotiating. Actually, it’s more him telling me he needs to do something and then not doing it.
At school, they’re potty training him, so he knows what going to the potty means. He also knows it’s a great way to get out of going to bed. The past couple nights, it’s gone something like this:
Me: Ok, night night.
Jordan: Poop?
Me: You have to poop?
Jordan: Yeaaaahhhh….
Me: Ok, let’s go poop.
He then happily bolts out the door the minute I open it and goes straight to the living room to play. No poop. So I pick him up, bring him back to his room, and start to put him in his crib. To which he responds, “Poop?”
sigh.
“You really have to go?”
“Yeaaahhh…”
This time, he actually goes into the bathroom, but just sits on the toilet, gleefully swinging his legs. No pooping. So, it looks like my kid has mastered the art of bullsh***ing. Great.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
The Late Show at CVS
There comes a point in every parent’s life when they make the dreaded midnight run to the pharmacy.
Believe it or not, I’ve played this scenario out a million times over in my head, even before Jordan was born. I always made sure to strategically pinpoint where every 24-hour pharmacy was located. Fortunately for us, we have a CVS at the corner of our neighborhood. So when the time finally came this past Sunday night, it wasn’t too far of a trek.
Jordan’s been dealing with the worst ear infection known to man. It started on Friday and we haven’t been able to give him antibiotics because we’ve been trying to collect a stool sample. That in and of itself is a whole separate story, but to make it short, he had bloody stools last week, raising a red flag. Since then, however, he hasn’t had any more gastro issues, so we’ve been left with this ear infection.
So there we were, Sunday night, trying to soothe a writhing, screaming toddler. We had given him ibuprofen just four hours before and someone had once told us you could administer Tylenol after four hours of ibuprofen. I scrambled to the kitchen, knocking bottles of medicine over desperately trying to find the Tylenol. Nothing. At that point, Jon and I knew what had to be done—one of us had to go to CVS. I picked the short straw and hauled my bleary disheveled self over to CVS.
Going to CVS at midnight is sort of like venturing to the very bottom of the ocean, where light doesn’t hit. You see all manner of strange creatures. There was the old lady in the bathrobe talking to herself. There was the strange-looking man dressed in all black perusing the candy aisle. And while I was in line, there was a harried, red-eyed woman in sweats, hair standing on end. We looked at each other and chuckled. We were both holding infant Tylenol.
Believe it or not, I’ve played this scenario out a million times over in my head, even before Jordan was born. I always made sure to strategically pinpoint where every 24-hour pharmacy was located. Fortunately for us, we have a CVS at the corner of our neighborhood. So when the time finally came this past Sunday night, it wasn’t too far of a trek.
Jordan’s been dealing with the worst ear infection known to man. It started on Friday and we haven’t been able to give him antibiotics because we’ve been trying to collect a stool sample. That in and of itself is a whole separate story, but to make it short, he had bloody stools last week, raising a red flag. Since then, however, he hasn’t had any more gastro issues, so we’ve been left with this ear infection.
So there we were, Sunday night, trying to soothe a writhing, screaming toddler. We had given him ibuprofen just four hours before and someone had once told us you could administer Tylenol after four hours of ibuprofen. I scrambled to the kitchen, knocking bottles of medicine over desperately trying to find the Tylenol. Nothing. At that point, Jon and I knew what had to be done—one of us had to go to CVS. I picked the short straw and hauled my bleary disheveled self over to CVS.
Going to CVS at midnight is sort of like venturing to the very bottom of the ocean, where light doesn’t hit. You see all manner of strange creatures. There was the old lady in the bathrobe talking to herself. There was the strange-looking man dressed in all black perusing the candy aisle. And while I was in line, there was a harried, red-eyed woman in sweats, hair standing on end. We looked at each other and chuckled. We were both holding infant Tylenol.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Jordan's lullaby
It’s been a while since I’ve posted on here. Sorry for the blackout. Regardless, I feel it important to document small (and monumental) milestones Jordan’s been making.
As he approaches his two-year-old birthday (!!!), he has so far learned how to sign certain phrases, such as please, thank you, butterfly, boat, among others; he can clearly identify who his nana/baba/ mimi/papa are; he can identify his colors and if you ask him how old he’ll be, he quickly says “Dos!”
He’s accomplished a lot in just a year.
But probably my favorite thing he’s learned so far is how to sing. This is a feat he only recently embarked upon. Jon and I discovered his inner songbird one day when we put him down for a nap. Usually, we put him in his crib and he’ll get a little whiney before he falls asleep. On this particular day, we both sat on the couch, anxiously looking at the monitor to see when he would eventually slip into slumber.
Suddenly, we see the red dot light up. Great, we both thought silently as we looked at each other. But then Jon stopped, and turned up the volume on the monitor. There, radiating from the monitor’s speaker was the voice of a little angel. Ok, I’m being melodramatic, but truly, when we heard him chirping along, we almost cried. It was the cutest damn thing I’ve ever heard. And where he picked this skill up, I have no idea. In fact, he continuously amazes us with skills he’s picked up from God knows where. His little brain is like a sponge. As soon as he hears or sees something, he’s quick to imitate it.
Every day is an exciting day with him. I can’t wait to see what he comes up with next.
As he approaches his two-year-old birthday (!!!), he has so far learned how to sign certain phrases, such as please, thank you, butterfly, boat, among others; he can clearly identify who his nana/baba/ mimi/papa are; he can identify his colors and if you ask him how old he’ll be, he quickly says “Dos!”
He’s accomplished a lot in just a year.
But probably my favorite thing he’s learned so far is how to sing. This is a feat he only recently embarked upon. Jon and I discovered his inner songbird one day when we put him down for a nap. Usually, we put him in his crib and he’ll get a little whiney before he falls asleep. On this particular day, we both sat on the couch, anxiously looking at the monitor to see when he would eventually slip into slumber.
Suddenly, we see the red dot light up. Great, we both thought silently as we looked at each other. But then Jon stopped, and turned up the volume on the monitor. There, radiating from the monitor’s speaker was the voice of a little angel. Ok, I’m being melodramatic, but truly, when we heard him chirping along, we almost cried. It was the cutest damn thing I’ve ever heard. And where he picked this skill up, I have no idea. In fact, he continuously amazes us with skills he’s picked up from God knows where. His little brain is like a sponge. As soon as he hears or sees something, he’s quick to imitate it.
Every day is an exciting day with him. I can’t wait to see what he comes up with next.
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