It’s so funny seeing him in the school environment. He’s just so different – more mild mannered, less crazy, and he really just likes to go with the flow and do what the other kids are doing. They all took turns getting their hands washed, and then walked over to tiny chairs and sat down and then waited for their ice cream. It was way less chaotic than one would imagine 7 toddlers acting during an ice cream party.
Besides our trip to the ER last week for a brief super high fever, things have been pretty good for little H. He has a second molar coming in, and strangely his sleep hasn’t been disturbed over it yet. It may explain how clingy he’s been to me lately, but that’s also age appropriate. He also has a new strong attachment to his blankie – good thing I have 3. There is something kind of uncomfortable going on with his junk, but the interwebs don’t need to hear about that. It’s been an ongoing battle, but I think it’s just one of those things that he has to get through and I just wish that I had gotten the heads up that it could happen to a circumcised boy (ugh TMI, sorry H).
We visited the nutritionist on Friday, who we see every 4 or so months (not covered by insurance – gah!) due to his food allergies. I thought it would be helpful with meal planning for him since it’s hard enough to get a kid to eat, and then to be limited with variety is an even bigger challenge for a mom working full time. It turns out that the quinoa/rice milk blend that I’ve been serving him for a while now is actually pretty nutritious. My fear was that he was drinking this empty beverage while other kids get the benefit of cow’s milk, but there really isn’t anything to worry about there. I need to limit the juice, and offer more milk and water when he’s home too. She gave me a few tips on how to prepare vegetables in a different way to see if they are more appealing to him, and the first tip worked – steamed carrots that are then sautéed in olive oil and sprinkled with Mrs. Dash. OMG. He ate those stupid carrots! (I did too)
At the moment, there is nothing more fun to him than trying to be a big boy. After I undo all of his straps on his car seat, he flips himself over and stands up… and then jumps into my arms like a flying squirrel all proud of himself. He loves to walk up and down the stairs with help and not be carried. Errands with him are an absolute nightmare because he refuses to stay in the cart, he wants to get out and run around or push it. Last week during a quick trip to the grocery store, I finally let him out and he started running around grabbing bags of pepperoni (random, I know) and chips and throwing them all around while running away from me. I’m thankful he wasn’t screaming while doing it. He’s still biting quite a bit, but it’s been a few weeks since he was sent home with a school incident report so that’s something.
Work-Life balance is a continuous struggle. My busy season is generally September-November so I’m not even there yet, and that really concerns me. We had someone come in and do a deep clean of our house because it’s been ages since all of the dust was eradicated. It was really awesome to know that things are finally clean, but spending the money on something stupid like that really annoys me. I would have loved to spend that money on just about anything else. Also our cleaner talks a lot, like A Lot, and she was not picking up on any of my signals that she really needed to stop and leave.
Can you imagine getting someone to push you around in your favorite ride for as long as you wanted (because you absolutely refuse to get out), and then just falling asleep in it? After 1.5 hours of pushing him up and down the driveway in 85 degree weather (I was sweating and sunburning) he just decided he was so cozy and content that it was a good place to nap… oh the life.