Dear Bea and Gabe,
This month was a strange one of trying to keep busy, keep moving and wait out the end of winter. We have been getting the occasional nice day when the sun shines and although it might be cold and there is still snow on the ground it is nice enough to bundle up and go play in it. We are also getting many days of what people are calling 'slaining' when it rains, snows and sleets all at the same time. Those are the dismal days....the days that I struggle to keep you busy....the days I wish I did drive and could take you somewhere. We are all getting cabin fever.
I now have finally realized why so many moms I know complain about winter and the bloody snow suits. This winter has been the worst for us so far in that you guys are a good age to enjoy playing in the snow. Often I would bundle you up one by one throwing you into the back yard to play while I watched from the backdoor window. This only started when I realized that once I got you both bundled up and out and then myself ready, whoever had been sent out first would be ready to come in before I made it off the back steps. Gabe always lasted longer so I started bundling him up first. It just got easier for me to stay by the door and make 'hot chocky' for when you were ready to come back in. One day I got adventurous and tried to take you guys to the park.
This month started with a big scare. One morning the game was emptying out my purse and wallet. I don't really care about messing this stuff up and really, it gives me an excuse to clean out my purse. You guys dumped out the change in my change purse and used it to fill toy cups and Bea you dumped it into your play purse and walked around with your 'honey'. ( It didn't matter how many times I said 'money' you would look at me and say 'honey'.) Even though you are well beyond me worrying about you putting things in your mouths, Daddy mentioned that 'money doesn't go in your mouth' A couple of minutes later Bea was full on chocking. Bea we turned you upside down and pounded on your back. It didn't come out, but you swallowed it.
A bunch of tears, yours and mine, later we had a very serious talk about how nothing goes in your mouth. I then spent the next couple of days on penny patrol....looking through your poo every day. It reminded me of a clip from one of the 'funny video' shows on tv when a father ran a metal detector over his youngest and it picked up on the coin she had swallowed. He did it everyday and everyday it had moved a bit further down her system. The final clip was her holding the coin. Two days after swallowing the coin you excitedly called me into the bathroom to show me your 'circle poop'. Gabe and I went running in and there it was......a penny....completely separate from the rest of the.......ahhh errrrr ....'movement' "Look a circle poop" you said. "No Bedo, dats a poo penny" Gabe corrected. We flushed it away and had another serious talk about putting things in our mouth. Two days later I saw the penny in the bottom of the toilet...unable to be flushed away....staying with us even longer.....to you the 'poo penny'....to me the 'stress penny'. So again to make sure that my place in the world is reinforced I reached in the toilet and grabbed the poo penny......it now sits proudly (and all clean) on the mantle to be seen by who ever asks.....and many do......or should I say do do..
Bea you have just gotten more agreeable all the time. And sillier. And smarter. And funnier and holy cow so many things that make you more and more fun to be around all the time. There was a stretch there in your terrible two-ness that I really worried about what kind of person I was raising...I asked many other Moms with older kids and they all said there is 'that' stage. I was thankful for the reassurance.....and that you aren't going to be an axe murderer after all.
You have a wonderful sense of humour whether you mean to or not. Some of the best from this month include:
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