It's always amazing for me to see my husband and son interact. It does a lot; it gives me a preview of how it's going to be in a couple of years when he prefers Albert over me in terms of play (however I know I will always be the boo-boo healer so that helps). They played together at the water park which was fun to see because Albert had never seen him really in the water and he laughed at how much he enjoyed the water side walk and floating around the current pool in his floatie. Trio had a great time playing in the water with his father. It was fun seeing them swim together and I was grateful for it.
Then Saturday at the bowling alley was hilarious to see Trio running up and down the ramp and trying to "help" everyone bowl. At many points he tried to pick up a bowling ball and I would run to him going "Trio that's too heavy" and he would wave his hands at me like "I got this it's okay!" He even bowled a couple of times and it was good to see what a good time he was having. He lasted a long time there not falling asleep until we strapped him in his carseat (late I admit) but I know he had a good time listening to the music and seeing everyone bowl. Last time he was at a bowling area he was not walking and still in an infant carseat so this time was defintely more fun for him.
I enjoy all the time I get to spend with my son but I love it even more when Albert can join us. He has this Friday off as well so I'm hoping we can go to a park or something if Albert is up for it. As for us we have a busy week ahead of us; not too many playdates but we will go out and do stuff ourself like a park. Maybe today after we get the tire fixed. But it'll be fun because it always is.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
So this has been an eventful last few days in the life of Trio. On Thursday he started feeling feverish that went over to Friday (no actual fever reading as we didn't have a thermometer since Trio lost it) and I ended up taking him to his doctor (who admonished me slightly for not having a one since we didn't know how high his fever actually was). However she agreed that it was odd how warm and fussy he was and took blood and urine for a couture and CBC after checking for an ear infection and teething. We had to wait on the first test but the latter with the blood proved that he had some kind of infection either kidney or urinary tract infection so she give him a shot of antibiotics that day.
Which SUCKED!
First off all it hurt to put in the nurse told me that right off the bat. And then he kicked so hard he almost bent the needle so she had to take it out and give the rest to him in his other leg. Both his legs were sore that night. The next day we went to the After Hours Clinic for a follow-up and first they hadn't sent any paperwork over (which was mildly annoying). That doctor said he would give him more antibiotics and we went the oral route since I didn't want to have to deal with him being sore and cranky since we were going out to Blanco for a family reunion for the first part of the morning. So that was just rough all around. Then we went to my dad's for a BBQ for a friend who was back from Iraq on R&R and visited with some of his great aunts.
Yesterday he was a little better being off and on cranky but for the most part good. Which was good since we ran around a lot for Father's Day including going to see my dad, the great grandfather at China Star Buffet, the hubby's dad's in-laws, and then back to great granddad and my father's. But at the dinner yesterday there was a trampoline that he got on for awhile and he had a blast. So that was good to see him having a good time after having a kind of crappy weekend. We'll see how this week goes with him but we have a couple of playdates which is great I love going out and hanging out with kids around his age and watching him interact. Keep your fingers crossed today; we have to call to see what the test results said and if we have to continue the antibiotics for the full ten days.
Which SUCKED!
First off all it hurt to put in the nurse told me that right off the bat. And then he kicked so hard he almost bent the needle so she had to take it out and give the rest to him in his other leg. Both his legs were sore that night. The next day we went to the After Hours Clinic for a follow-up and first they hadn't sent any paperwork over (which was mildly annoying). That doctor said he would give him more antibiotics and we went the oral route since I didn't want to have to deal with him being sore and cranky since we were going out to Blanco for a family reunion for the first part of the morning. So that was just rough all around. Then we went to my dad's for a BBQ for a friend who was back from Iraq on R&R and visited with some of his great aunts.
Yesterday he was a little better being off and on cranky but for the most part good. Which was good since we ran around a lot for Father's Day including going to see my dad, the great grandfather at China Star Buffet, the hubby's dad's in-laws, and then back to great granddad and my father's. But at the dinner yesterday there was a trampoline that he got on for awhile and he had a blast. So that was good to see him having a good time after having a kind of crappy weekend. We'll see how this week goes with him but we have a couple of playdates which is great I love going out and hanging out with kids around his age and watching him interact. Keep your fingers crossed today; we have to call to see what the test results said and if we have to continue the antibiotics for the full ten days.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Our First Movie Outing
So yesterday we went to go see Up with a friend and her kids. It was at the Alamo Drafthouse since they have 'Baby Day Showings' every week and since Trio was free I figured it was a good time to try it out.
He did fantastic!! Starting from the previews he was laughing at the screen and watching just fascinated (probably by the sheer size) of everything. He liked the movie especially that parts with the balloons and Dug; he loves that dog even when he shows up on the trailers on the TV he laughs and watches just fascinated. He made it almost all the way through the movie before he became a wiggle worm too and that was impressive as well. All in all I can say it was a good first movie outing and I was very happy we got to go see this movie. Now when the next Ice Age comes out, I know that we can go see it too. And who knows? Maybe the hubby will take some time off to go see it with us and that would be awesome. Next Friday (which he's taking off for my birthday) we're going to both go and take Trio to the waterpark here in Pflugerville and I am looking forward to that very much because we need more time together just the three of us.
So in short Trio likes movies and we can go (as long as it is baby day showing if we go to the Alamo). I'm very excited about that.
He did fantastic!! Starting from the previews he was laughing at the screen and watching just fascinated (probably by the sheer size) of everything. He liked the movie especially that parts with the balloons and Dug; he loves that dog even when he shows up on the trailers on the TV he laughs and watches just fascinated. He made it almost all the way through the movie before he became a wiggle worm too and that was impressive as well. All in all I can say it was a good first movie outing and I was very happy we got to go see this movie. Now when the next Ice Age comes out, I know that we can go see it too. And who knows? Maybe the hubby will take some time off to go see it with us and that would be awesome. Next Friday (which he's taking off for my birthday) we're going to both go and take Trio to the waterpark here in Pflugerville and I am looking forward to that very much because we need more time together just the three of us.
So in short Trio likes movies and we can go (as long as it is baby day showing if we go to the Alamo). I'm very excited about that.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Dear Son (2)
Trio
So lately you have been the cutest little boy on the earth. I mean, despite throwing a fit the other day at Ceramics and More when we were trying to make your father a present for Father's day; I mean that day you worked my last nerve because you screamed like a pig getting slaughtered (which is a horrible image yes but damn it is so accurate). But you've been doing little things lately that just strike me as cute.
Such as getting the baby proofed doors open just enough to stick toys in there so when I opened the door to get a coffee cup I saw a couple of train lock-its and your telescope. Or trying to climb out of the tub the other day because your saw your daddy and decided you wanted to go play with him. Or sitting in the entry of the Jumper-a-roo at Arianna's party the other day looking around going "I'm not too sure about this". Or at the same party stuffing a whole lotta Laffy Taffy in your mouth until you looked like a chipmunk and trying to eat more.
These little things are so cute and make me realize why it is I stay at home. Because even when you drive me bonkers I like that we get to go out and have play dates where we can do crafts. I like being able to take you to the pool or the water park and not having to deal with the crowd because we're going when all the other working parents go. I even still like cuddling with you for a little while when you fall asleep because you look so darn cute when you sleep (even though we can't do that for too long because you're getting heavy and between both of our body heats we could start a small fire). I like walking next to you going places and watching the precise way you step up onto something. It's just so darn cute.
However we have to work on some stuff; throwing a screaming hissy, "I'm a pig getting slaughtered" fit in public is so not going to work. A simple whining clingy "I'm so sleepy can we please go" whimper will work. Also I know they're nasty but you have to eat more veggies. I appreciate how well you ate the Homestyle Banquet Turkey and Stuffing meal the other day (chock full of veggies) but I only can eat that so many times a month. So we have to work on something else. Maybe pot pies; we shall see.
Also know that no matter how frustrated I get, how upset I get, how much I yell at you when you hit me, poke me, kick me or are just an ornery little person I love you very much. You are my special little guy and you always will be. No matter how old you get you always will be so be prepared for tears when you look all dressed up for your prom, high school graduation, and oh gosh the tears that will flow when you get married. I love you very much son.
And I can't wait to go see "Up" with you tomorrow; it will be an interesting experience for both of us.
Love
Mom
So lately you have been the cutest little boy on the earth. I mean, despite throwing a fit the other day at Ceramics and More when we were trying to make your father a present for Father's day; I mean that day you worked my last nerve because you screamed like a pig getting slaughtered (which is a horrible image yes but damn it is so accurate). But you've been doing little things lately that just strike me as cute.
Such as getting the baby proofed doors open just enough to stick toys in there so when I opened the door to get a coffee cup I saw a couple of train lock-its and your telescope. Or trying to climb out of the tub the other day because your saw your daddy and decided you wanted to go play with him. Or sitting in the entry of the Jumper-a-roo at Arianna's party the other day looking around going "I'm not too sure about this". Or at the same party stuffing a whole lotta Laffy Taffy in your mouth until you looked like a chipmunk and trying to eat more.
These little things are so cute and make me realize why it is I stay at home. Because even when you drive me bonkers I like that we get to go out and have play dates where we can do crafts. I like being able to take you to the pool or the water park and not having to deal with the crowd because we're going when all the other working parents go. I even still like cuddling with you for a little while when you fall asleep because you look so darn cute when you sleep (even though we can't do that for too long because you're getting heavy and between both of our body heats we could start a small fire). I like walking next to you going places and watching the precise way you step up onto something. It's just so darn cute.
However we have to work on some stuff; throwing a screaming hissy, "I'm a pig getting slaughtered" fit in public is so not going to work. A simple whining clingy "I'm so sleepy can we please go" whimper will work. Also I know they're nasty but you have to eat more veggies. I appreciate how well you ate the Homestyle Banquet Turkey and Stuffing meal the other day (chock full of veggies) but I only can eat that so many times a month. So we have to work on something else. Maybe pot pies; we shall see.
Also know that no matter how frustrated I get, how upset I get, how much I yell at you when you hit me, poke me, kick me or are just an ornery little person I love you very much. You are my special little guy and you always will be. No matter how old you get you always will be so be prepared for tears when you look all dressed up for your prom, high school graduation, and oh gosh the tears that will flow when you get married. I love you very much son.
And I can't wait to go see "Up" with you tomorrow; it will be an interesting experience for both of us.
Love
Mom
Sunday, June 14, 2009
My Lil' Bookworm
I sometimes am sure Trio is going to be a big reader like me. He has always had a lot of board books around, most given to us by the cart that goes around Dell Children's with toys, books, and socks for the sick children (which is a wonderful thing let me tell you; they even have magazines for the adults to help them get through their waiting). And I don't know if it's just genetics or if he sees me reading and just picks up one of his books but lately he has just taken to browsing through his books and "talking" out loud including babbling and laughing. I think it's the cutest thing and it makes me happy because I don't think nearly enough children read nowadays.
It also makes me happy because I think this is something we will share in the later years; him being a boy he is going to have some bonding moments with his dad no matter what which means in a few years Mom will be left out in the cold on some things. But if we both like to read it is something we can share just the two of us since his dad is not a big reader. It is a great thing to have this feeling that your child is going to love reading as much as you do.
And he's also like me that he seems to like reading at his own pace. Whenver I try to read to him he always is trying to turn the pages before I am done like "Hurry up Mom!" It's so endearing and cute. Plus I can't get the picture of him sitting down when he was younger in his bumpo , reading one of his books just like a big boy. You can't get more cute than that.
It also makes me happy because I think this is something we will share in the later years; him being a boy he is going to have some bonding moments with his dad no matter what which means in a few years Mom will be left out in the cold on some things. But if we both like to read it is something we can share just the two of us since his dad is not a big reader. It is a great thing to have this feeling that your child is going to love reading as much as you do.
And he's also like me that he seems to like reading at his own pace. Whenver I try to read to him he always is trying to turn the pages before I am done like "Hurry up Mom!" It's so endearing and cute. Plus I can't get the picture of him sitting down when he was younger in his bumpo , reading one of his books just like a big boy. You can't get more cute than that.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Clinging onto Mommy
Trio is going through this weird clingy stage. Not like I have to hold him all the time because although he is small for his age, twenty plus pounds is still a lot to hold after awhile. But in that he has to see me at all times when we're at our house even when his dad is here. I can't even go to the bathroom without him crying out and following me, sticking his chubby little hands under the door (yesterday we had a rather amusing game where he would stick his stacking rings under the door and either reach for them or wait for me to give them back to him). Taking the trash out? He cries and runs to the screen door although when I come back there he is standing there with a big grin on his face like "There she is!"
This is one of those endearing/annoying things. I love that now he wants me around all the time because I know the day is coming where that will so not be the case. But also it's frustrating especially in case of the bathroom scenario. I realize that most moms never go the restroom alone until their kids are like three or four but still I want to release my waste in peace. The trash thing is not as annoying since it's like a two second walk to dump it in our can. But I can't get a lot done if he's running around; funnily enough if he is in his playpen he's fine with me being gone, taking a shower, cleaning up around him (my kid is an odd duck on some things). It makes me wonder why children get like this. I know that they have no sense of time so they can't tell the difference between you being gone for five minutes or five hours but we're together all the time for the most part. I would think he would get tired of me especially since I am the one who has to discipline him more since as a SAHM I am around more. But it's not like that at all; if anything he gets more upset if I leave right after I have tried to redirect him or reprimanded him verbally. It's odd in a way although I guess I will have to bit the bullet and get through it. Hopefully it is just a phase and he won't be like this when he is say five or older because then I think we would have talk to someone about his clingyiness.
But for now I guess I should just suck it up and enjoy the fact that he enjoys being around me so much that he doesn't like me to be too far away from him because before I know it my little boy will be graduating from high school and going off to college. It's kind of a sobering thought when you look at it that way.
This is one of those endearing/annoying things. I love that now he wants me around all the time because I know the day is coming where that will so not be the case. But also it's frustrating especially in case of the bathroom scenario. I realize that most moms never go the restroom alone until their kids are like three or four but still I want to release my waste in peace. The trash thing is not as annoying since it's like a two second walk to dump it in our can. But I can't get a lot done if he's running around; funnily enough if he is in his playpen he's fine with me being gone, taking a shower, cleaning up around him (my kid is an odd duck on some things). It makes me wonder why children get like this. I know that they have no sense of time so they can't tell the difference between you being gone for five minutes or five hours but we're together all the time for the most part. I would think he would get tired of me especially since I am the one who has to discipline him more since as a SAHM I am around more. But it's not like that at all; if anything he gets more upset if I leave right after I have tried to redirect him or reprimanded him verbally. It's odd in a way although I guess I will have to bit the bullet and get through it. Hopefully it is just a phase and he won't be like this when he is say five or older because then I think we would have talk to someone about his clingyiness.
But for now I guess I should just suck it up and enjoy the fact that he enjoys being around me so much that he doesn't like me to be too far away from him because before I know it my little boy will be graduating from high school and going off to college. It's kind of a sobering thought when you look at it that way.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Dear Trio (1)
Dear Son
So this last week has been one of those weeks I'm grateful you're not a girl as it is apparently obvious that you are not a girl as it is abundantly obvious you have my temper. Also you have had this knack for being lazy, not wanting to walk, throwing fits, getting into my purse (and tearing a check thank you very much), wanting your pacifer at all times of the day for some odd reason and just giving me a preview (roughly eight months early) of what the Terrible Twos is going to be like. And while there have been times I wanted to rip my hair out one thing that helps me at the end of the day is that we almost didn't make it here.
While the pyloric stenosis surgeries didn't seem fatal the open heart was because your surgeon made sure that I knew what one of the outcomes could be. And while everyone in the OR said you did great and everything got fixed it was still hard to see you after surgeries with machines having to breathe for you, having to have help to pick you up because of everything you were connected to, and just watching you like that, it was hard for me. There were times where I feel like I was walking on that edge of sanity not sure of where I would go wondering what would happen to you as you got older. I asked your cardoilogist and he assured me you would be able to do the normal boy things like run, jump, play, climb, do sports he also did tell me we would have to know your limits. Which means that we as parents are going to have to watch you closely and then teach you when to stop playing and you may never be the star QB or the basketball star or baseball's MVP.
But then again, who knows? Maybe you will be one of these things. Maybe you will show your mother's tenacity (because you know son she had some health problems when she was born too, but that's a story for another day) and you will be able to do all this stuff and more. Whatever the case even though right now you are entering that toddler stage that makes every mother in the world wonder "Why the hell did I want kids" and even though you have my temper and angry face (which makes for some hilarious photo moments I'm sure) you are my wonderful little miracle. You are a fighter, just like your mother and father and the other family members who came before them on both sides. So I keep this in mind and try to hold my temper even though I know I'll lose it occasionally rightly and wrongly so because I love you my wonderful little boy.
But can you please stop trying to eat your diaper cream?
Love,
Mom
So this last week has been one of those weeks I'm grateful you're not a girl as it is apparently obvious that you are not a girl as it is abundantly obvious you have my temper. Also you have had this knack for being lazy, not wanting to walk, throwing fits, getting into my purse (and tearing a check thank you very much), wanting your pacifer at all times of the day for some odd reason and just giving me a preview (roughly eight months early) of what the Terrible Twos is going to be like. And while there have been times I wanted to rip my hair out one thing that helps me at the end of the day is that we almost didn't make it here.
While the pyloric stenosis surgeries didn't seem fatal the open heart was because your surgeon made sure that I knew what one of the outcomes could be. And while everyone in the OR said you did great and everything got fixed it was still hard to see you after surgeries with machines having to breathe for you, having to have help to pick you up because of everything you were connected to, and just watching you like that, it was hard for me. There were times where I feel like I was walking on that edge of sanity not sure of where I would go wondering what would happen to you as you got older. I asked your cardoilogist and he assured me you would be able to do the normal boy things like run, jump, play, climb, do sports he also did tell me we would have to know your limits. Which means that we as parents are going to have to watch you closely and then teach you when to stop playing and you may never be the star QB or the basketball star or baseball's MVP.
But then again, who knows? Maybe you will be one of these things. Maybe you will show your mother's tenacity (because you know son she had some health problems when she was born too, but that's a story for another day) and you will be able to do all this stuff and more. Whatever the case even though right now you are entering that toddler stage that makes every mother in the world wonder "Why the hell did I want kids" and even though you have my temper and angry face (which makes for some hilarious photo moments I'm sure) you are my wonderful little miracle. You are a fighter, just like your mother and father and the other family members who came before them on both sides. So I keep this in mind and try to hold my temper even though I know I'll lose it occasionally rightly and wrongly so because I love you my wonderful little boy.
But can you please stop trying to eat your diaper cream?
Love,
Mom
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