Sunday, 27 March 2011

41 Momths

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.  We got dressed, I did the dishes, got bundled up, Bea needed to pee, snowsuit off, bathroom, snowsuit on, go outside, Gabe filled his diaper, snowsuit off, new diaper, snowsuit on, go outside, Bea falls into a huge puddle, snowsuit off, change clothes, different snowsuit on, go outside, load Bea into stroller, Gabe slips in same puddle, gets soaked. Cancel trip....

Poo Penny
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..

finally figured out a proper 'cheese'
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: 

You run up to Big Daddy, interrupting our conversation by giving him a big kiss and announcing "I make you happy Daddy" Big Daddy "yes Bebe you make me very happy"  

I caught you licking her hands, when I asked you what you were doing you announced that you are a cat 

One morning you wouldn't get dressed "Don't wanna get dwessed, be with my body" I ask "you want to be with your body? you mean you want to be naked?" you say "yup I love my body"  Glad that you haven't already started picking up on weird body issues.

One morning you climb into bed with me, "Good Morning Mummy" "Good Morning Bedo" "blech I don't like mummy, you liddle bit stancky" (morning breath) On the way downstairs, "Mummy I ride a horse today ok" As I pee "I wanna watch teebee (TV) while you make me pancakes ok Mummy?" I laugh (no plans for pancakes) You get very mad "I said ok Mummy, you hear me? No whaffing Mummy NO WHAFFING AT ME!"

And then one of our prouder moments: 
Your first major haircut (yes you have had one trim in your life last fall) and we cut enough that it could be donated to Locks of Love.  It takes 8 inches to make a donation and by the end of it they took close to 10!  I didn't think you could get any cuter but this hair cut is so perfect for you and it solves all the brushing your hair fights that we have been having lately
After cut lollipop


Gabe you are the more challenging of the two of you right now.  Trying to put your foot down and have opinions on stuff but it all comes out as a whine.  As much as I want you to have a say in stuff.....the way you are saying it makes it very difficult.  You are still generally a very easy going guy but when you decide you are going to melt down about something you really commit to it.
Every night I tell the two of you grab whatever you want to take to bed with you.  For Bea it has been the same things for years.  "Horsey" a weird purple and pink unicorn, "Elwefint" a weird blue vinyl elephant and 'carewit' a stuffed carrot.  Gabe for you every night is different and daddy and I have had to set some limits because really....there isn't any room left for you.  Tonight was: medium sized plastic Buzz Light Year, large plastic Thomas the tank engine, 4 pieces of wooden train track, 5 Matchbox cars, a train book, a CARS book that has a magnetic sketch board attached, very large stuff horse, 4 pillows of various size.  Tonight we denied: the Toy Story Jesse doll, a huge fire truck, the two pillows off the rocking chair in your room, a tool box, and a few other things I can't remember.
I have started singing to you guys at bed time.  I don't know how or why it started but I do remember loving it when I was a kid.  Grammy use to sing what I called 'climb up ladder' song which is an old The Band song called 'All a Glory' and it is a great sleep song so now I sing it to you.  I think Gabe you like it best and every night say in a whispery voice "sing Pidder Padder Mummy" so I do
You have also had a funny month.....but I think this age almost everything you guys say is funny
Gabe singing the alphabet "Ehh, Bee, Cee, Dee, Eee, Eff, Gee, Acha, Eye, Jay, kay, Lemmo, Emmo, Pee, Que, Arr, Ess, Tee, Oooh, Pee, Double You, Ex, Why, Em, Zee.
"Gabe you're so goofy" Gabe "I'm not Goofy, I'm Gabe"
You told me we need to get a baby and that we should name it "chocolate" 
One morning while waking up you told me that you were "thosty". I told you to go downstairs, Daddy was making Babas "OH" you said "Dat sounds dewishous" and you ran off downstairs 
Since the surgery I have had to remind you to use both eye when looking at things, the habit of one at a time is still there. This is what you do when I say that and then you announce "my eyes all better Mummy"
Even with all the challenging behavour  from you this month I did get a glimpse of the kind of person you really are and he is still the sweet boy I remember from younger days.  One day we were at 'Jump and Play', you two were running around like crazy people and one boy there was being very naughty.  He had already had a speaking to by a couple of the other mothers there (but not his own...go figure) before he ran over and gave you a good shove.  This boy was at least a year older but didn't manage to knock you down.  You just stood there and looked at him like he was crazy and then ran off to play. Your response was so perfect in that he didn't wreak your play time but it completely infuriated him that you didn't respond.  I, in perfect Mama Bear fashion, did have a talk with this kid. Because I 'got yer back' and I always will.
 
I love you my monkeys
mama

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