It seems like Tyler has just been a talking fool lately and I've forgotten to write down my favorites so here are some of them!
He has a rash all over his legs and arms. It's lasted for a week now and they itch like all rashes do. Every time we put on the caladryl he would say "I need to get rid of these sprinkles." I hated the rash and it brought me to tears just about every time I had to put the lotion on and when he would wake up in the middle of the night itching. The best thing was his way of describing this was calling them sprinkles. Last night he prayed that God would make his sprinkles go away.
Another cute thing he says is "I'm so proud of you Mommy." He'll just walk up to me and give me a big hug and say he is proud. I'm thrilled to make my boy so proud. I'm not sure what it is I do, but I'll keep trying my best!
Some of our other random favorites:
"Um, guys. Um, guys."
"I have a problem."
"Give me that phone...I gotta play some games." This is DEFINITELY a problem. He thinks my iPhone belongs to him. We definitely have to keep my phone locked up.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Mommy, it's chillwy
Last night was a very long night with Tyler. So come 6:45 tonight, we had him in his pjs, stories read and were giving hugs and kisses tonight. He was trying to get cozy when he said "Mommy, I so chillwy. I need a sweater."
So we went to the closet and pulled out a sweater vest (his version of a sweater) and pulled it on over his Stud Puffin pjs.
And now he lies, cozy and warm in his sweater vest, stud puffin pjs and his favorite red socks.
During the day he is almost always dressed so adorable - all matchy matchy and pulled together. You'd never know he cares about what he wears each morning based on this precious outfit. But at least he isn't chillwy anymore!
So we went to the closet and pulled out a sweater vest (his version of a sweater) and pulled it on over his Stud Puffin pjs.
And now he lies, cozy and warm in his sweater vest, stud puffin pjs and his favorite red socks.
During the day he is almost always dressed so adorable - all matchy matchy and pulled together. You'd never know he cares about what he wears each morning based on this precious outfit. But at least he isn't chillwy anymore!
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Tough Times Parenting
I knew there would be days that would be very difficult being a parent. Yesterday was DEFINITELY one of those days. Tyler had been sick for the past four days, running a low grade fever and really just having a runny nose. After sticking close to home for those four days we decided we'd venture out to the park with some friends. After all, he was almost done with the runny nose and we were both a little stir crazy.
The first friend Tyler saw was Sophie. They immediately took out some sand toys and were truly playing together, picking up sand and playing with it on the sand table under the play structure. Everything was great. I was getting some much needed adult interaction and he was feeling good and loving being outside.
Then another mom came and dumped her sand toys in the sand. In this pile were two small balls. Before I knew it Tyler had those balls and was running around with Sophie chasing him. They then ran onto the play structure and seconds later Sophie was crying. I knew what happened. I didn't even have to ask, Tyler was the culprit and Sophie had to be hurt because she NEVER cries. Sure enough, Sophie wanted a ball - Tyler didn't want to share and his way of saying no was to bite her hand. I had really thought, or at least hoped, that we were past this biting phase. I was soo disappointed.
I picked up Sophie and cuddled her. She'd be ok but I wanted her to get my attention, not Tyler. We picked up our sand toys and less than 20 minutes after arriving we were on our way out. Tyler cried most of the way to the car wanting to hold my hand and be close to me. I had to let him know how disappointed and upset I was. I felt like the meanest mom and that parking lot felt as though it were MILES away.
We got in the car and headed to the grocery store. I told Tyler just how disappointed I was. I harped. A lot. We got to the store and he was silent in the cart. I was still upset. We shopped in silence and I knew he knew he was in big trouble when he didn't even say goodbye to the cashier.
Just as I was about to put him in the car he said, "Mom, your eyes are sad. I'm sorry."
BROKE MY HEART.
They were sad and I was sad.
We got home, had a little lunch and then it was nap time. I decided after nap that we'd try to move on and have a better night. We made dinner and about an hour after Dad got home, it happened AGAIN. This time he bit Collin on the arm, leaving a mark through a sweatshirt. What happened? I just don't understand. He knows. I know he knows.
He went to bed immediately, without stories, without songs, alone. It broke both of our hearts. As we were talking to him about biting he kept hiding his eyes.
Collin and I were just trying to figure out what to do. I took away one of his toys. He had to say goodbye to it and I told him we'd be taking it to another child who could listen and be kind.
This was a TOUGH day for all of us. Tyler knows better. We thought we were doing a better job monitoring this and teaching him right from wrong. We both went to bed feeling very defeated as parents. We were those parents whose child was a biter.
This morning was our first day back at MOPS which meant Tyler went into childcare for 2.5 hours. This time his best friend would be there - they are like brother and sister so I was worried about that. We talked about it ALL morning. He will not kick, hit or bite. He will be kind. He will treat others the way he wanted to be treated. I must have said it to him 50 times and had him repeat it back to me.
I watched the childcare numbers throughout the whole meeting. My number was never called. As I picked him up he said to me, "Mommy, I did not kick. I did not hit. I did not bite. I was a kind boy. A good boy." We were both beaming.
Then I found out that there was one boy who wouldn't share and was pretty mean to Tyler. The childcare workers told me he told the boy to "be kind, share" and instead of hitting, kicking or biting, he walked away until the boy was ready to share again.
Can I tell you just how proud I am that he seems to be learning? Maybe yesterday was a fluke? Maybe it was the Claritin (the first time he's ever taken it was yesterday)? Maybe it was just a day we all needed to go through to remind us that this parenting this isn't so easy. And sometimes, being an almost 3 year old little boy isn't so easy either.
Thanks for the good day we're having today. I hope the lesson we were all meant to learn yesterday has cemented in our brains and that we are all better for it today!
The first friend Tyler saw was Sophie. They immediately took out some sand toys and were truly playing together, picking up sand and playing with it on the sand table under the play structure. Everything was great. I was getting some much needed adult interaction and he was feeling good and loving being outside.
Then another mom came and dumped her sand toys in the sand. In this pile were two small balls. Before I knew it Tyler had those balls and was running around with Sophie chasing him. They then ran onto the play structure and seconds later Sophie was crying. I knew what happened. I didn't even have to ask, Tyler was the culprit and Sophie had to be hurt because she NEVER cries. Sure enough, Sophie wanted a ball - Tyler didn't want to share and his way of saying no was to bite her hand. I had really thought, or at least hoped, that we were past this biting phase. I was soo disappointed.
I picked up Sophie and cuddled her. She'd be ok but I wanted her to get my attention, not Tyler. We picked up our sand toys and less than 20 minutes after arriving we were on our way out. Tyler cried most of the way to the car wanting to hold my hand and be close to me. I had to let him know how disappointed and upset I was. I felt like the meanest mom and that parking lot felt as though it were MILES away.
We got in the car and headed to the grocery store. I told Tyler just how disappointed I was. I harped. A lot. We got to the store and he was silent in the cart. I was still upset. We shopped in silence and I knew he knew he was in big trouble when he didn't even say goodbye to the cashier.
Just as I was about to put him in the car he said, "Mom, your eyes are sad. I'm sorry."
BROKE MY HEART.
They were sad and I was sad.
We got home, had a little lunch and then it was nap time. I decided after nap that we'd try to move on and have a better night. We made dinner and about an hour after Dad got home, it happened AGAIN. This time he bit Collin on the arm, leaving a mark through a sweatshirt. What happened? I just don't understand. He knows. I know he knows.
He went to bed immediately, without stories, without songs, alone. It broke both of our hearts. As we were talking to him about biting he kept hiding his eyes.
Collin and I were just trying to figure out what to do. I took away one of his toys. He had to say goodbye to it and I told him we'd be taking it to another child who could listen and be kind.
This was a TOUGH day for all of us. Tyler knows better. We thought we were doing a better job monitoring this and teaching him right from wrong. We both went to bed feeling very defeated as parents. We were those parents whose child was a biter.
This morning was our first day back at MOPS which meant Tyler went into childcare for 2.5 hours. This time his best friend would be there - they are like brother and sister so I was worried about that. We talked about it ALL morning. He will not kick, hit or bite. He will be kind. He will treat others the way he wanted to be treated. I must have said it to him 50 times and had him repeat it back to me.
I watched the childcare numbers throughout the whole meeting. My number was never called. As I picked him up he said to me, "Mommy, I did not kick. I did not hit. I did not bite. I was a kind boy. A good boy." We were both beaming.
Then I found out that there was one boy who wouldn't share and was pretty mean to Tyler. The childcare workers told me he told the boy to "be kind, share" and instead of hitting, kicking or biting, he walked away until the boy was ready to share again.
Can I tell you just how proud I am that he seems to be learning? Maybe yesterday was a fluke? Maybe it was the Claritin (the first time he's ever taken it was yesterday)? Maybe it was just a day we all needed to go through to remind us that this parenting this isn't so easy. And sometimes, being an almost 3 year old little boy isn't so easy either.
Thanks for the good day we're having today. I hope the lesson we were all meant to learn yesterday has cemented in our brains and that we are all better for it today!
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