Saturday, July 28, 2007

Holden: Three Years, Four Months

This is a weird time. Holden is no longer a baby, but he’s not yet a full-blown kid. It’s like he’s trapped between two worlds: One full of tears, tantrums and tests and the other consisting of conversation, imagination and independence. It’s hard to remember that he’s only 3 years old, and we’re forced to constantly adjust our expectations of him, reminding ourselves that he is still so new.

It’s easy to forget, though, especially with the constant stream of conversation and narration from his mouth. At one moment, you’re having a pretty normal conversation with him, talking about plans for the weekend, what he did at daycare that day or how many people are in the car, and how many of those people are boys and girls. The next moment, though, you find yourself sucked into a tear-filled negotiation over something as simple as more milk or shoes.

Many of Holden's sentences lately begin, "But I..." and "I just..." He is constantly trying to explain why it's so important that he do what it is he's doing, even when we've told him not to. A pretty typical conversation in the morning goes something like this:

Mom: "Holden, please put your shoes on."

Holden: (Grabbing a toy car from Riley) "But I just need to..."

Mom: "Holden, please give that toy back to Riley and get your shoes on now."

Holden: 'I just..."

Mom: "Holden, NOW!"

It's frustrating that he's frustrating, and even more frustrating that we lose our patience. But it's like Chinese water torture. We don't want to be angry parents; we're actually quite proud of what we thought (before kids) was our kick-back, laid-back attitudes. We never knew how limits could be pushed so easily. And it breaks our hearts when Holden says something about us "being angry all the time." We want him to know we're not like that, so we try to start each day fresh and understanding, repeating our "be patient" mantra. Usually, by breakfast, someone's yelled and someone's cried.

It's such a shame because, in general, Holden is a sweet and good-natured boy. We know all the pushing is normal 3-year-old behavior, but it's not any consolation. So we try to focus on the things about him that make us proud and happy, and there are really so many.

For instance, Dad couldn't help but beam and cheer one recent evening after hearing about Holden's suave ways with the ladies. Rhonda reported that he sat on the couch between two girls, Kayela and Katelyn, and took turns kissing them both. Apparently, Dad thinks he's gonna live vicariously through his son's blossoming romantic life. Kayela even told her grandfather a couple weeks ago that she's getting married to Holden.

Holden constantly impresses us, with both his loving, affectionate ways and the eagerness with which he embraces learning. Often lately he exclaims, "I just did math!" after deducing things like that there are four people in the room, one is a girl and three are boys, and if the girl left, there would be three boys. He's learning to read simple words, and can recognize them when he sees them. His imagination is exploding as well - he's starting to play pretend with his toys, giving Weeble people on the bus scenarios that mimic real-life, and he can spin a good yarn. Today, he told Grandma Bonnie that the blue car was at the car repair store "because it's broke, a race car hit it and hurt it a little bit." (It actually just went for it's 60,000 mile check-up, but Holden's version was better).

As we've watched some friends and cousins turn 4, we can see how big of a transition this third year can be. We can already see him becoming a bit more independent. We've waited for so long for him to learn to play by himself, and it helps that he has Riley to interact with and entertain. It won't be long until the two of them barely need us when they get lost in their kid world of fun and imagination. It won't be hard to let go, as long as Holden keeps a few of his Holdenisms, because we don't think we can survive without his stopping mid-play to look at us and say, "I love you."

Friday, July 27, 2007

Bath Time

Riley Eating

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Resilient

It's pretty hard keeping these kids alive sometimes, but it seems the deck is stacked against Riley. He's not even walking yet and has already experienced two (that we know of) pretty significant falls - including one that landed him square on his noggin and precipitated our first-ever ER visit for either kiddo.

The first bonk was more a case of circumstantial evidence. I arrived at Daycare to get the boys the day before they were doing their little show, and Rhonda was running around trying to get the house ready. However, her teen daughter, fiance and sister were all there, too. I walked in, looked around and asked Holden where Riley was, and he led me to a back bedroom.

The door was closed. When I opened it, there was Riley, sitting on the floor. He wasn't crying, but seemed a bit panicked. I didn't really look around the room, but did notice out of the corner of my eye a bed in a wooden frame and a hairdryer plugged in and lying on the floor. I scooped up Riley and went looking for Rhonda, wondering why a 10-month-old was alone in a room with the door closed.

I found her coming in from outside. When I asked, she said one of the kids must have closed the door while they were playing. While I was trying to process how all these people leta baby crawl down the hall on his own anyway, she went on to say that he was napping and she was working right outside the window listening for him - and had checked on him half an hour before and he was still sound asleep.

My reaction, I'm sure you can guess, was to say: "Asleep? On the bed?! I found him on the floor!" I gave her a pretty good berating, asking why not just put him in the pack 'n play if he needed to take a nap somewhere quiet. She apologized, and tearfully admitted her mistake.

I left not knowing what to do: Look around for new daycare that may not be any safer, plus all the positives we had there with the way they genuinely seem to love the boys (most the time, anyway), and teach them so much. It was a quandry, but we decided to send the boys again.

So just as I was grappling with feeling like a Bad Mom for sending my kids back there, I really got a taste of self-inflicted Bad Momness.

Riley, who is busy and strong, has been difficult to change because he won't lie still on his back on the changing table. The other night, as I reached for a wipe, I had one hand on his squirmy body and he launched himself up and over/through my hand. He dove head first to the floor 4 feet below as I unsuccessfully tried to grab his leg. He bonked, I screamed and we both began to cry as I scooped him up and held him.

Kevin came running in and put all his survival training to work. He got busy checking Riley's eyes and ears and asking questions which I knew I needed to calmly answer, but couldn't get it together. Within 10 minutes, Riley was calm - crawling and cruising around, laughing and playing like nothing happened.

But the doctor said these little guys can't tell you when they have headaches, and advised he get a CT Scan. I bundled him up and off we went to Cedars-Sinai. The nurse and doctor were reassuring, but they suggested a scan, too. I tried to nurse him to sleep, but he was too interested in all that was going on. I gave him a bottle and fought my tears to sing Circle Game as the machine whirred around his head, which was taped down to the table that moved up and down and in and out. The scan showed he was "perfect," and we headed home after 3 hours.

As they get bigger and more active, I know more injuries will be par for the course. Luckily, Riley's proved to be strong and resilient, qualities he will need in what is turning out to be a rough world.

Monday, July 09, 2007

We May Be Smiling on the Outside...

...But inside, we're feeling anger, frustration and stress.



We love having professional portraits, we just don't like doing them. Holden wasn't being the best listener and smiled so hard in most pictures that his eyes were closed (thanks, Grandma Bonnie, for passing that gene on to him). Riley was ultra wiggly and getting anything semi-decent of him was a chore. Getting the two of them together for one picture was akin to herding goats made of Jell-O.

Despite that, we did end up with some surprisingly nice photos.





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