So I haven’t made any secret of the fact that the last week+ with Cohen has been sort of rough. He’s trying to get in his molars; I am trying to lose my mind.
We’ve also entered what I can only think is the terrible twos begun a few months early. Although Cohen can understand just about anything you tell him and he’s talking well for his age (and gender), he’s decided he does not want to listen.
He wants to climb inside the drawers to get on the countertops. He wants to get on the table and type on the computer. He wants to push the buttons on the DVD player and see just what can fit inside there. He wants to open the refrigerator to retrieve his own juice. He wants to be naked as is possible during the day. He wants to throw about half of any meal off of his high chair just for kicks. While he might’ve wanted to do these things a month or two back, his body wouldn’t cooperate. Now that his motor (aka climbing, demolition) skills have vastly improved, he can make his wants reality.
Did I tell you guys that yesterday I went to the bank (drive through) to deposit a check and when the lady returned by statement and said “have a nice day” through the microphone she ended with, “I think your child has gotten out of their car seat.”???? I didn’t tell you that? Well, she did and he was. He might have to go back to the infant seat simply because he can unbuckle the toddler one.
You see what I am dealing with? 🙂
So we were having another of ‘those’ days yesterday and I decided we both needed to get out of the house. Cohen is always happy to go (“Do Mommy!”) somewhere and I needed him to be happy. So we put on sweaters and shoes and went to Walmart first. I got some avocados and limes and Cohen can some graduate snacks. We stopped by and got a $30 new high chair because the antique one is hard to clean (major minus) and he can get out of it (double major minus). We also picked up two pair of jeans. Cohen was preemie and is still really little. He’s going on 19 months, but still has room in the 9-12 month pants! But he’s too old to be wearing baby blue soft “pretend” jeans forever, so he got some real jeans. They were even on sale $4.50! Always a plus.
After that we decided to stop by the Goodwill. Shawn and Co go there every time they hang out. I figured, ‘it works for Shawn so I think I’ll try it.’ Besides one throw-himself-to-the-floor-tantrum (first ever in public), it was a really fun time. I found him tons of warm clothes for him and he had fun playing with all of the half broke down toys (isn’t that a parenting lesson? he didn’t even care they didn’t work as designed, he just wanted to bang them around) and then we picked out over 20 books.
We’ve always read to Cohen, but he’s never been all that interested unless the book was soft enough for him to chew. Then a few weeks ago he started bringing me books and saying, “bu, Mommy!” and wanting me to read. Now he brings me a book, walks me to the couch, wants me to lay down, he climbs up with his juice cup in hand, snuggles down and wants to be read to… and I LOVE IT.
I grew up sneaking with a flashlight at night so I could read in my bed when I was supposed to be asleep. I have a whole room full of bookshelves that are in turn full of books.
The whole time I was pregnant with Co, I wonder if he was a boy or a girl and who he would look like. Now that we know he’s a boy and that he has my eyes and smile and just about everything else from daddy, I always wonder who he will be as he grows. We definitely see his personality now, but I wonder what kind of things he’ll like and be interested in or gifted at doing. The only thing I really hoped I could give him (besides Jesus) is a love of learning and a love of books.
We sat down yesterday on the couch, with the sippy cup just as he likes it with the pile of books close at hand. I let him pick. We read a Clifford book about farm animals (a big hit) where Cohen could feel different textures on the pages. Then we read 3 Bob the Builder books, all that had flaps he could lift up and put back down. (see a pattern?) Then he chose a sweet Winnie the Pooh book… it had no flaps or textures to explore and it didn’t make any sounds. I read the first page, I could feel I was losing him. By the second page he was looking around the room and moving his legs. I pointed at the pictures, naming each character and trying to sound excited. When I flipped to page 3, Cohen snapped the book shut and said clear as a bell, “no, Mommy” and traded Pooh for a book with no words and a finger puppet that pokes through the hole in every page.
He is a book lover, but I don’t think we are quite ready for books that don’t do something yet. (ah, did I ever mention he’s a BOY?)