Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
My child is obsessed with pirates. It all started out innocently enough as a strong liking to Captain Feathersword from the Wiggles. (Which at one brief point turned into an intense fear of said Captain but that's a different story). Then he started dressing like Captain Featherword. He has the whole getup; the hat, the vest, the belt, the sword, and yes, even the eye patch. Then he started noticing pirates and things associated with pirates everywhere. There is a ship wheel on the wall at Trader Joe's. Mr. Peanut's monicle is an "eyepatch". The kid finds pirates in the most obscure places.
I have enabled this behavior. We're all enablers. My mom bought him the pirate hat. I cut up a red t-shirt to create a pirate vest. Steve bought him the feathersword. We have gotten him to eat his dinner by calling it "pirate chicken". (Which works nicely, by the way). It never seemed like a problem.
But then this week he started referring to Steve and me as "me hearties". Now I'm truly worried.
Friday, May 16, 2008
I've done the math. I have spent 15 of the last 30 months breastfeeding. (Not consecutively). Needless to say, I spend a lot of time with boobs on the brain. From trying to figure out if my boobs and my baby will allow me an hour to run to Trader Joe's to trying to explain in words that a 2-year-old can understand why the baby "eat mommy's boob" as he so eloquently stated it. So is it any wonder that I stopped dead in my tracks the other day when I realized that the light fixtures in our basement look exactly like a boob?
Thursday, May 15, 2008
As excited as I was to welcome our second child, there were moments at the end of my pregnancy when I worried about the effect our new addition would have on our toddler. I would look at him and think "What have we done?" I worried that his entire world would be thrown into upheaval and I braced myself for the inevitable fallout that would occur the second we walked in the door with Bundle of Joy #2. I couldn't have been more wrong. Chase has been completely in love with his baby sister from the moment he laid eyes on her. Pretty amazing for a kid who didn't even quite grasp the fact that there was an actual human being growing inside me until she was here. He is so gentle with her, without ever having to be told to be so. He asks to hold her. If she is crying, he bends down very close to her and says "Don't cry baby Jordyn. That's okay". (And he has actually succeeded in quieting those cries on several occasions!) He kisses her goodbye whenever he leaves the house. In all that time I spent thinking about how Chase might react negatively to a new baby, never once did I consider that it would be as wonderful as it has been. I mean, does it get better than THIS?