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Race Day Schedule

Today was among the longest I’ve had in a very long time… starting with yesterday.

- Yesterday I worked until 4ish., then raced to pick up the child and go get my race packet for the Charlottesville Women’s 4 miler benefiting the local breast cancer treatment center.(packet had to be picked up at a very bad time for me)

- came home, fed myself and the child, then washed dinner out of my child’s hair. Then proceed to check on work mail to make sure I didn’t leave everything in a complete mess.Once child is in bed, it is time to pack for weekend trip. Then the phone rings. Talked to friend for a while, then continued packing. (this part took for EVER.)

- Finally got to bed at 11:30ish.

- woke up at 5 am to feed myself and child before race. Got to race, ran with my training buddy. I did finish at my goal, so I cannot complain a bit! That is us in the picture.

- Ran home, showered, packed car – got dog dropped off quickly and headed to see friends. Finally got here, and rushed some more between various engagements and I am tired. Very tired.

I wouldn’t change a thing, though. I love and hate days like this. I hate the rush rush rush, but love all the things the rush was for.

What do you do on days like this?

“Don’t Put That Underwear On Your Head”

While folding laundry this evening, the Bean decided to help. By help, of course, I mean she would take a piece of clothing from the basket and throw it out. She would then pick it up and “fold it” (by “fold it, I mean crumple it into a pile – but we have to start somewhere). Not long into this process, she started trying on the clothing by putting it on over her head.

The first thing was a shirt. The second thing was a sock she tried to put on her foot (if it worked, it would have covered her entire leg and would keep going to her arm pit). Finally – she found some underwear and she put it on over her head. Finally, I had to laugh. I laughed loudly and she beamed with pride. So I had to change the game face and announce “Don’t put that underwear on your head”. But it was too late.

Lesson learned (again, and I fear not for the last time). Don’t laugh at a child’s behavior if you want them to stop doing it. Direction through laughter is lost on a 20-month-old child.

20 Months

Dearest Bean,

We are out of the teens… at least in months. I am actually starting to feel a little strange naming your age in months, but that will change soon enough.

This month I stopped (well… almost stopped) obsessing about your food consumption. You are not using the bottle at all. You’ve been off the bottle for a while, but it is really gone now. Also, you only are eating baby food to get some veggies in you – but you use other “real” foods to dip in the veggies. So it isn’t so much baby food as a healthy dip. Also, I am starting to get your eating rhythms and if you are not hungry, I don’t stress about it because you eat later.

The only other “food” change is you really like water. Not just water, ICE water. I think it is the rattling of the ice, but I am glad you like something to drink other than milk – this will make your next fever go much more smoothly.

Your words are still bubbling. The “I love you” has modified to AH-Boo, which still melts mine and Daddy’s heart.

You went to your first child’s birthday party. Sadly, you didn’t get to stay for the gifts, you do LOVE your party favor – a Dora beanie baby doll. The sharing portion of the day while playing with her toys didn’t go so well – but you were on par with the other kids your age. To go back to the food non-obsession again (I promise, I am much better), you ate the food served and even had a bit of the cake (but for some unknown reason, didn’t like it… crazy girl).

Your favorite toys continue to be puzzles and books and other things to figure out. My little brilliant mind is always at work. Sometimes it is at work to get away with something. You like to think you are very sneaky – I give you kudos for trying. At least for now, we have kept up… but I know that is only a matter of time.

For now, you are sound asleep upstairs. You have a stuffy nose and have some more teeth coming in and you are the sweetest little girl I could imagine. I love you to the moon and back!

Thunder Storms

Most people run inside when it rains, not us. Growing up in the desert, rain is very special. During the monsoon season my mom and I would jump in the car and chase the lightning. Sometimes we would stop to get an ice cream cone and sit in the back of the truck to watch the rain.

Now that I live in Virginia, thunderstorms are still wonderful to watch and listen to (even though I cross my fingers to not lose power). The cool air and cold little drops are like little memories coming back to me.

Sadly, the Bean doesn’t have these same memories. Instead, she hears the thunder and doesn’t understand it. She just knows it is loud and very scary. Last week she woke up screaming because of a thunderstorm. Thankfully Daddy and I have magical powers to make everything OK – but I wish there was a way to make her understand and not fear the storms to begin with. She is a little young to “chase the storms” – a little young to try to understand it. I can’t show it to her.  I did get some good ideas for future storms from Facebook friends (see, Social Networking is good!)

Maybe in the not so distant future, she can sit on the porch with Daddy and me watching the storm and building little memories to fall on her head in a few decades.

Ah-Bee

There are a few things the Bean is saying over and over again that we have not been able to decipher.

One of them I figured out this morning, and it is the best thing she could ever say.

Ahuh-bee – or ahbee, or uhbee – I am not sure exactly how to spell what she says, but it means “I love you”

My heart melted into a little puddle on the floor when I figured it out.

One other sounds like Bah-bee. Still no clue. Do you have any ideas?

Laughing Bean

Had to share the laughing Bean with G.A.M..

19 Months

Dearest Bean,

Every month of your life has been unique, but this more than many. This month I have been more of a stay at h0me mommy to you because I lost my job. (I just can’t figure out where I put it!) Your Great Aunt has been visiting so we have taken the opportunity to do all the things I’ve been meaning to do, see, tour – and you have come along on a few of those adventures.

People always told us that you will grow out, then up, then out, then up… well – they were right. This month has been a month of growing up. According to the growth chart on the kitchen, you are approximately 36″ tall. According to the scale upstairs, you are still stuck at 24 pounds. It seems you’ve been this weight for a while (which is what makes me worry more about how much you eat). Speaking of eating, you are still finicky, but getting better. For example, today you ate a hot dog for lunch. I wanted to “WHOO HOO!” and do cartwheels, but figured that would distract too much, so just let you eat. Not only did you finish the hot dog, but you ate several slices of apple and had some yogurt. You like to feed yourself, but are still pretty iffy at the process. With finger foods, you won’t let us feed you – but will do it alone (this is the beginnings of that independent streak I will worry about later). With spoon foods, if we have time and if I take off your shirt, you do a pretty good job of feeding yourself – but it is worth noting that a bath is necessary afterwards.

Your language skills are bubbling. Not only do you learn new words all the time, you are using them to communicate. For example, you make requests, such as “up” – to sit on a lap to read a book. “night night” to go to bed (this is a personal favorite, and I am enjoying it while it lasts), “more” to get another pretzel the moment everyone’s seatbelt is on in the car. You have learned how to dance, thanks to a trip to Michie’s Tavern and Barnyard Dance. You LOVE to dance now and the dancing book is in heavy rotation so you can twirl, spin and clap your heart out.  

The summer has been horrible. OK, I think it has been horrible, you have been totally fine with it. It has been HOT! The bright side of HOT is that you get to go swimming frequently. We’ve known for a long time that you are a water bug, but any time someone mentions the “S” word, you are off to your room to get your swimming suit and diaper – ready to GO. NOW! Sometimes you are willing to wait for me to get ready too – but not always. You jump off the step into my arms, you love me swinging you around, you even started kicking while holding on to a step. You are willing to lean back and get your whole head wet, but still not quite willing to get your face wet. There is still some time though.

The best part is that you are starting to show the early signs of being ready for potty training. Sometimes (not always), you will tell us when it is time for you to have a new diaper. You are very intrigued with that funny thing in the bathroom that flushes. Soon enough we will be getting a potty for you to try out.

As always, Daddy and I love you with all of our hearts. I look forward to next month and hundreds more after that.  

Love,

Mommy

18 months and counting

Today, dear Bean, you are one and a half years old!

Since I am turning into a broken record, I’ll spare you the “I can’t believe how fast…” or “…how big…” commentary (even though it is still true). Instead, I’ll tell you all about the past month and all the cool new stuff.

You graduated into the next class at daycare. You aren’t a huge fan of the new setting, but are glad to have your friend with you again who is a couple months ahead of you in transitions. In your new class, you are no longer using a bottle and you are eating the school lunches exclusively! We are still struggling at home with you eating “big people” food – but we are SO excited that you are getting better.

Daddy and I have been keeping up with your haircuts (just cutting your bangs) until this month – so we went for your second haircut. It was MUCH better than your first (thankfully!) I will remember this as your first good haircut.

Last week, your cousins C & J came with Grandma and Grandpa. You LOVED playing with them. Anything they wanted to do, you were agreeable and just wanted to watch and learn everything they did. You especially enjoyed the new game of getting in and out of the ice chest that was left on the porch with a little bit of water in the bottom. You were dragging C & J in and out of the cooler for at least 2 hours! Finally we gave up and just went swimming, which you also loved.

While the family was in town, we took you on your first trip to the zoo. You were not so impressed with the animals. Through prior training, you were able to tell us what many of them “said”. You were far more impressed with the parakeets that flew away when you got close, than the giraffe you got to touch.

Your language skills continue to explode, but you are camera shy about it. Only when you are feeling very comfortable, will you say the words you know. As soon as I can, I will post video of all your new tricks. You can name all the parts of your face, you can tell us what a variety of animals “say” (i.e., moo, woof woof, etc.), you are still keeping Mama and Daddy, night night, bye bye and Bubba. You can say more, all done, and milk (these are very handy at meal time). There are a variety of other miscellaneous words you can say as well.

You went to your second wedding, this time in North Carolina. You don’t like road trips. At all. So this road trip ended up being much longer than planned. We will try to avoid strapping you down for any length of time going forward, but I would appreciate it if you could cooperate a little bit… it makes the trip shorter – making us and you much happier.

You are starting to outgrow a lot of your toys, so we will spend part of this month going through what we will keep, donate and sell. This, along with cleaning up your own toys, is one of the things I am trying to teach you – but it isn’t sticking. I wonder if it is because you don’t want to clean or if you REALLY don’t get it. The books say it is advanced for you, but you seem to be able to throw EVERY toy you have on the floor, spread them out and proceed to find a single toy to play with in another corner. I think you should be able to pick them up on demand as well. Maybe we will work on this next month.

Summer Entertainment

Summer always seems to come with its own brand of entertainment. In previous years, I have celebrated with nearly non-stop concerts. I have celebrated with jam-packed weekends and apres-work cocktails in the driveway. There have been summers with so much time spend in the pool that I was water-logged until November. Last summer was spent going crazy with worker-bees all over the house and non-stop laughter/tears over the trials and tribulations. This summer has started off busy, but not crazy. Calm and peaceful, and new appreciation of waiting for humor to come to us instead of seeking it out.

We are filling our pool. We had a pool last summer, but didn’t fill it. I just really didn’t want to deal with the extra work of having a pool. (I guess that makes it a big cement hole, more than a pool.) While the pool is filling, I am taking advantage of the shallow water by taking the bean swimming. She is having a ball walking around and splashing! At least she did the first night. The second night the water was about as deep as her chest at the deep end and she didn’t think it was as fun. We splashed and played – all was well. Apparently the young bucks were taking notes.

After bean went to bed, hubby and I were enjoying the lightning bugs, cool night air and good conversation. I went in to get something to drink. Levi heard a very large splash in our not yet full pool. He went to see what it was and found one of the adolescent deers we have on the property flailing about, until he was able to stand and jump back out of the pool – completely freaked out! I wish I’d seen it for myself, I am sure it would have been equally funny in person as it is in my head.

Between my daughter splashing in the pool and learning to swim and the random animals who are sure to end up in our pool, I think I am going to enjoy summer time here as much as I have enjoyed previous summers.

Education or Brainwashing?

The most frequent blog topic starter that doesn’t have anything to do with my child or my endless household topics, is Private-i (in a good way). She is at it again. She sent me a link to Stark.Raving.Mad.Mommy. This blog is one of those I tend to like… the “I used to live an urban life and am now a rural misfit and resent it in that humorous kind of way” kind of blogger.

One of her posts was about brainwashing the children to like good music – and not whoever Disney is whoring out at the moment. You know the type. And if I know you (which I am going to claim for the moment), you hate them too. She has decided to “brainwash” the kids to like 80′s new wave and other such goodies.

I was laughing about this with Private-i, who reminded me of a story where “the boy” (elder “cool” big brother) convinced “the kid” (young impressionable sister) that the Jonas Brothers were simply uncool simply by saying so. She BOUGHT IT! I can just imagine the tears of joy welling in Private-i’s eyes.

Now I have a younger than impressionable girl, who will at some point, want to love whichever boy/boyband/irritating/bubblegumpopstar is being whored out at the time. The problem is I don’t have an older “cool” brother who can steer her in the right direction. We are doing what we can now. Hubby is in charge of education in all things metal, I am in charge of 80′s New Wave and 90′s Alternative – we are both hitting her with the singer/songwriters. But eventually, we will no longer be knowledgable in anything cool according to the child. WHAT WILL WE DO WITHOUT a “cool” influence who isn’t stupid enough to fall for the bubble gum tricks sure to be preying on her little mind???

Even if I think it is necessary, I can’t make myself edit her friends. Instead, I need her to be influence the other girls who may not have as dedicated of a mommy to ban bubble gum from the ears of our young.

I could interview all adults that are in her life. For example, if her 2nd grade teacher expresses any indication that the bubble gum nonsense is “cute” or “age appropriate” or in any way positive, I must immediately pull her from that class (and maybe the school, depending on the principal’s view).

Her cousins could come in handy for this process. The boys are sure to be on board, but I will have to see how the girl is turning out. Currently she is pro-bubble gum, so can’t be trusted until a complete vetting process.

It may come down to hiring a “cool” older brother stand in for long enough to get these things out of her head. The tricky part is knowing when to begin and for how long. Hiring a big brother may be expensive and I am on a limited budget. I may have to dip into her college fund to expense this.

What advice do you have on preventing bubble gum pop from entering the house?