I was pretty amazed when Ben started learning how to talk before his first birthday. One little word at a time. You could see his little brain working trying to repeat the sounds we were making, and connecting them to objects.
As cool as that was, watching him learn to talk now has me completely floored. He's a talking machine! It's amazing! Even the change since his second birthday, when he was stringing together a couple of words at a time and had a pretty extensive vocabulary of nouns, is extraordinary! He's starting to be a little parrot and repeats words and phrases that we say to him, whether he understands what we're saying or not. (And yes, this is SERIOUSLY dangerous stuff, as I've caught myself saying non-two year old appropriate words and heard them repeated back to me. Ooops.) (Also, this is seriously HILARIOUS, like teaching him to tell Don that "Ben is one and Daddy is old." Hehehehehe).
He's also learning verbs and adjectives which makes his conversations much more fun. And he's getting the hang of putting together sentences and telling stories. It's pretty amazing. And really, really, funny.
Today I propped him up on the couch because he was leaning on me and I was going to get up: "Mom, no push me!" "I didn't push you." "No push me, that mean."
Or Tuesday when I went to get my haircut and he felt to need to tell my hairdresser about the turkey in my garden. "Bad Tur-tey. Bad Tur-tey in Mom's garden. No Tur-tey. Go Away."
Or Monday when he found a picture of himself from his first birthday party. "That Ben! Mom, where Ben's hair go?" (He was still rather bald at one.)
This developing language thing has me completely amazed, and everyday he learns something new. A new word, a new phrase, a new animal sound, etc... I'm so fortunate that he's picking this up easily, and I'm so fortunate that I'm with him so much to watch him and help him learn. I'm a pretty lucky mom!
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Rainy Day for Reading
As is the norm for me, I've been doing a lot of reading. As a result, I'm again looking for suggestions for summer reading. I've been keeping myself occupied reading some of the discounted books on my Kindle that I can pick up for a few dollars. Which means I've been reading a lot of "eh" books, and nothing really spectacular. I did read Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet by Jamie Ford, which was really quite good, and a "Crimescape" piece on the serial killer H.H. Holmes (who was written about in The Devil in the White City by Erik Larson) which was interesting, but certainly not moving. Right now I'm reading The Children's Book by A.S. Byatt, which was on a list of books recommended by Diana Gabaldon. It's a really unique story, but at this point is still a bit slow, which is unfortunate because I borrowed it from the online library and I only have two days left to finish it. Good thing it's raining today, because I think I have my work cut out for me.
Despite today's rain, it seems that spring and summer weather has finally started to arrive, which means mornings and afternoons spent outside playing with Ben. And it means squeezing in a little reading in the sun between tossing balls, swinging and splashing in the pool. Yippee! Reading in the sun has to be one of my favorite things to do! So while I'll suffer through some "reading inside while it rains" today, I'll keep my fingers crossed that tomorrow I can do a little "reading in the sun," assuming of course that the sun comes out, and that the webinar I have on my schedule tomorrow goes as planned, and I can get to the dump at some point, and that Ben agrees to leave me alone for a few minutes so I can read a page or two. I guess I should be crossing fingers and toes....
Despite today's rain, it seems that spring and summer weather has finally started to arrive, which means mornings and afternoons spent outside playing with Ben. And it means squeezing in a little reading in the sun between tossing balls, swinging and splashing in the pool. Yippee! Reading in the sun has to be one of my favorite things to do! So while I'll suffer through some "reading inside while it rains" today, I'll keep my fingers crossed that tomorrow I can do a little "reading in the sun," assuming of course that the sun comes out, and that the webinar I have on my schedule tomorrow goes as planned, and I can get to the dump at some point, and that Ben agrees to leave me alone for a few minutes so I can read a page or two. I guess I should be crossing fingers and toes....
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Silly Kiddo
Hilarious Ben Moment:
Ben was sitting on my lap while we were visiting my in-laws. My father-in-law (called Bumpa) sat down at the table with a groan and said: "I'm Pooped!"
Ben turned and looked at me and said, "Mom, Bumpa needs a change."
I thought my father-in-law was going to die laughing. He thanked Ben for his concern but reassured him that he did not, in fact, need a diaper change.
Two year olds rock. :)
Ben was sitting on my lap while we were visiting my in-laws. My father-in-law (called Bumpa) sat down at the table with a groan and said: "I'm Pooped!"
Ben turned and looked at me and said, "Mom, Bumpa needs a change."
I thought my father-in-law was going to die laughing. He thanked Ben for his concern but reassured him that he did not, in fact, need a diaper change.
Two year olds rock. :)
Monday, May 14, 2012
"Sometimes Goodbye is a Second Chance"
It was a rough day.
A couple of days ago, Ben startled Ivy while she was asleep. Her reaction was to snap at him. It's a completely normal dog reaction, one a lot of dogs have when startled awake. Unfortunately, Ben and Ivy are at the same level and Ivy's snap got him in the face.
Ben is completely fine, the skin wasn't really broken, just a mark where her teeth bonked him. But even as I hugged him and kissed away the tears, I knew I had to make a choice: be a terrible person and take my dog to the shelter, or be a terrible parent and let the dog stay in the house knowing that next time we might not be so lucky.
I didn't rush into the decision. I talked to the vet. I talked to the shelter. I talked to family and friends. I found that I had a lot of support in making the right decision.
Despite the fact that the right decision now hurts an awful lot.
Today I took Ivy to the Animal Shelter and said goodbye. Most certainly one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. She's been my dog for seven years. She was difficult, and was increasingly anxious as she got older, but I was determined to work through it with her. I believe very strongly that you don't give up on someone just because they're struggling, and that was true for Ivy. But in the end, there was nothing I could do. There was no medication, no training, no prevention to keep her from being startled awake. There was no guarantee that it wouldn't happen again. And I know I could never live with myself if it happened again and the outcome was more serious.
So this morning I woke up with dread in my belly. I got ready to go. I spent some time with Ivy brushing her and putting on a brand new pink collar. She licked away the tears on my face and didn't leave my side all morning.
We drove to the shelter, and I cried. She sat on my lap in the parking lot while Ben napped. I cried some more. When Ben woke up I went in and made the arrangements. I filled out the paper work, gave them as much information as I could. I choked back tears and couldn't look the volunteer in the eye.
I put Ben in the car and brought Ivy in. I said goodbye. I kissed her, told her I loved her, told her I was sorry, and to be a good girl.
And I left. And I cried.
The volunteer took one look at her when she walked in and said she was adorable, and wouldn't be there long. I hope she's right. She's a good girl, and she deserves a good home.
It will be rough for me for a bit, but I can handle it. I'll miss her, but I have to hope that she will find a new home with someone to love her and work her through her anxiety and spend time enjoying her.
It was the right decision, but that doesn't make it any less painful.
A couple of days ago, Ben startled Ivy while she was asleep. Her reaction was to snap at him. It's a completely normal dog reaction, one a lot of dogs have when startled awake. Unfortunately, Ben and Ivy are at the same level and Ivy's snap got him in the face.
Ben is completely fine, the skin wasn't really broken, just a mark where her teeth bonked him. But even as I hugged him and kissed away the tears, I knew I had to make a choice: be a terrible person and take my dog to the shelter, or be a terrible parent and let the dog stay in the house knowing that next time we might not be so lucky.
I didn't rush into the decision. I talked to the vet. I talked to the shelter. I talked to family and friends. I found that I had a lot of support in making the right decision.
Despite the fact that the right decision now hurts an awful lot.
Today I took Ivy to the Animal Shelter and said goodbye. Most certainly one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. She's been my dog for seven years. She was difficult, and was increasingly anxious as she got older, but I was determined to work through it with her. I believe very strongly that you don't give up on someone just because they're struggling, and that was true for Ivy. But in the end, there was nothing I could do. There was no medication, no training, no prevention to keep her from being startled awake. There was no guarantee that it wouldn't happen again. And I know I could never live with myself if it happened again and the outcome was more serious.
So this morning I woke up with dread in my belly. I got ready to go. I spent some time with Ivy brushing her and putting on a brand new pink collar. She licked away the tears on my face and didn't leave my side all morning.
We drove to the shelter, and I cried. She sat on my lap in the parking lot while Ben napped. I cried some more. When Ben woke up I went in and made the arrangements. I filled out the paper work, gave them as much information as I could. I choked back tears and couldn't look the volunteer in the eye.
I put Ben in the car and brought Ivy in. I said goodbye. I kissed her, told her I loved her, told her I was sorry, and to be a good girl.
And I left. And I cried.
The volunteer took one look at her when she walked in and said she was adorable, and wouldn't be there long. I hope she's right. She's a good girl, and she deserves a good home.
It will be rough for me for a bit, but I can handle it. I'll miss her, but I have to hope that she will find a new home with someone to love her and work her through her anxiety and spend time enjoying her.
It was the right decision, but that doesn't make it any less painful.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
A Monkey on His Back
A Blog inspired by last night's episode of Modern Family, in which Mitchell and Cam put their daughter, Lily, on a "child safety tether" (aka a leash).
A few weeks prior to our trip to Boston I was shopping at Goodwill with my mother and grandmother. My grandmother was hunting for items to resell at her flea market booth, my mom was looking for whatever she could find, and I was keeping them company; with Ben dragging me around the store.
On our fifteenth trip to the toy section, filled with a large variety of toys I would never let my kid have, never mind touch, one item jumped out at me. A "New-In-The-Box" Monkey Backpack/Tether. That's right, a kid leash. I picked it up....
When I was a young, naive, non-mom, I swore I would NEVER put my kid on a leash. I frowned upon the moms dragging their kids around by a leash. A good mom wouldn't need to put her kids on a leash because they would be perfectly well behaved and listen to everything their mother said.
Then I had a kid. My two year old is actually pretty well behaved. He listens and usually complies with my requests. He holds my hand or sits in his stroller when we are out. Most of the time. Ok, some of the time. I'm a good mom, and Ben's a good boy, but seriously, he doesn't always want to do what I ask and he doesn't always want to hold my hand. This really isn't a big deal when we are in our local grocery store, or even in the larger shopping centers. He's not really going to go too far, and we can always leave and go sit in the car for a time out if we need to.
But with Monkey Backpack/Tether in my hands, and the impending trip to Boston, I had visions of my son throwing a fit in a T-station, or at the museum filled with people, or in a crowd at Quincy Market. What would I do if he took off? Or let go of my hand for a second and we got separated? Or if someone actually wanted to take him?
I bought the damn child safety tether.
I'm happy to report that the novelty of "giving the monkey a piggy back" appealed to Ben. He had no complaints wearing the little harness and during our practice trials, didn't want to take it off. I'm also happy to say that for the entire trip in Boston, Monkey Backpack stayed attached to the back of Ben's stroller. We didn't use it once. But let me just say, I felt so much better knowing it was an option. Maybe I'm not the good mom of my young, fanciful dreams, but at least I didn't have to worry about losing my kid in Boston. Success!
A few weeks prior to our trip to Boston I was shopping at Goodwill with my mother and grandmother. My grandmother was hunting for items to resell at her flea market booth, my mom was looking for whatever she could find, and I was keeping them company; with Ben dragging me around the store.
On our fifteenth trip to the toy section, filled with a large variety of toys I would never let my kid have, never mind touch, one item jumped out at me. A "New-In-The-Box" Monkey Backpack/Tether. That's right, a kid leash. I picked it up....
When I was a young, naive, non-mom, I swore I would NEVER put my kid on a leash. I frowned upon the moms dragging their kids around by a leash. A good mom wouldn't need to put her kids on a leash because they would be perfectly well behaved and listen to everything their mother said.
Then I had a kid. My two year old is actually pretty well behaved. He listens and usually complies with my requests. He holds my hand or sits in his stroller when we are out. Most of the time. Ok, some of the time. I'm a good mom, and Ben's a good boy, but seriously, he doesn't always want to do what I ask and he doesn't always want to hold my hand. This really isn't a big deal when we are in our local grocery store, or even in the larger shopping centers. He's not really going to go too far, and we can always leave and go sit in the car for a time out if we need to.
But with Monkey Backpack/Tether in my hands, and the impending trip to Boston, I had visions of my son throwing a fit in a T-station, or at the museum filled with people, or in a crowd at Quincy Market. What would I do if he took off? Or let go of my hand for a second and we got separated? Or if someone actually wanted to take him?
I bought the damn child safety tether.
I'm happy to report that the novelty of "giving the monkey a piggy back" appealed to Ben. He had no complaints wearing the little harness and during our practice trials, didn't want to take it off. I'm also happy to say that for the entire trip in Boston, Monkey Backpack stayed attached to the back of Ben's stroller. We didn't use it once. But let me just say, I felt so much better knowing it was an option. Maybe I'm not the good mom of my young, fanciful dreams, but at least I didn't have to worry about losing my kid in Boston. Success!
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Now I'm a REAL Grown Up!
We brought the new car home last night. I really like it, but I'm still trying to remain loyal to my good ol' car-car and not become too attached too quickly. But it's hard. It's a pretty sweet car. It has working air conditioning and heat. (I don't think I've had ac for at LEAST five years in my civic, and the heat has recently become "intermittent.") It has also has the "LATCH" carseat hook ups which my civic didn't have. Let me just tell you that it makes getting the carseat in and out of my car at least 4000 times easier. It's AMAZING. Gotta love ten year old technology....And may I just say that the pockets on the back of the seats to hold books and toys nearly brought me to tears? That's right, I'm pretty easy to please. Who needs leather seats and blue tooth when you can have pockets to hold toys and crap??
As for the sound system, well let me just say that I am going to be rocking the cassette deck pretty damn hard. (Ok, it has a cd player too, which I will probably be rocking harder, but I'm going to start hunting The Goodwill for some early 90s cassette tapes. Boyz II Men anyone?? Maybe some Hanson? You're damn right....) I might also add it is pretty sweet not to have blown speakers for a change...music without buzzing and rattling? BONUS!
And then of course there are the two bonus luxuries....keyless entry....and heated seats. Seriously, it's like I'm ACTUALLY a grown up!
Now we didn't buy the car for these reasons, it has a pretty good track record for being a reliable, safe car that will hold its value well and should let us put quite a few miles on it too, which was much more important than a rockin' cassette deck. And while I'm really, really excited about it, I'm also a little nervous. It's not as good on gas as my car was, which I'm not really thrilled about, and I'm not sure how it will compare when it comes to maintenance. My Civic didn't require a whole lot at all, so I guess we'll just have to hope for the best.
Today I moved all the important stuff over to the new car...carseat, ice scrapers, toll money, stroller....and I discovered my old car is still full of stuff....hmmmm, guess I've collected a bit of junk in it....oops. Hopefully I can keep the new one clean....for a while....
Monday, April 30, 2012
What a Monday!
Phew! What a day! It started out CRAZY, but ended up being quite productive!
I woke up this morning to the rather alarming smell of smoke. After enough sniffing and wondering what was going on, I dragged myself out of bed to check on the pellet stove. The house was not on fire, but due to an electrical problem we're having with the outlet the stove plugs into, the power had been cut to the stove earlier in the morning while it was running, causing smoke to back up into the house. Lovely. (The windows are STILL open, and it STILL smells like a bonfire in here. Yuck.)
I got ready for my busy day of appointments while Ben was still sleeping...then got a zillion other things done...while Ben was still sleeping. Finally at 9:00 I went in to WAKE Ben up so we wouldn't be late. And as Murphy's Law suggests, today would be the morning when Ben would wake up with COMPLETE DIAPER FAILURE. Ugh. Needless to say the kid got plopped into the tub...which we did NOT have time for, and he was NOT happy about.
After shoveling a bowl of Cheerios into his mouth and rushing out the door, I discovered that the air in my back tire was low. Low enough that I wasn't driving on it. So I had to fill my tire before leaving the house, after which we raced to Ben's daycare and dropped him off for a day of play. I then HAULED it to Portland for my dentist appointment. Half way there I remembered that they had left a message last week which I assumed was a confirmation call and had never actually listened to. While I was driving I figured I'd just "check" my voicemail. Again, Murphy's Law. My appointment had been rescheduled. UGH.
It ended up being for the best as I needed to apply for a car loan at my Credit Union in Portland. So I stopped by Don's office and picked up his car (which had an ACTUAL flat tire that needed to be replaced) in hopes of scooting over to the tire place after applying for the car loan.
I successfully applied for and was even approved for the car loan! (YAY!!! New car later this week!) After that speedy appointment I drove (or crawled it would seem) down Forest Avenue to the tire place we usually go to. They usually have used tires there (which I was looking for to replace my flat tire, since the other tires are still all fine) but of course, that damn Murphy's Law got me once again. No used tires. And I'm pretty cheap. Cheap enough that I wasn't about to spend $90 on a brand new tire when I don't actually NEED a brand new tire. And since I couldn't take Don's car on the highway with a donut...it was back down Forest Ave I went to get my car from Don's office.
So I raced my car down the highway to Wells for an appointment at York County Community College. Despite the fact that my car is about to be junked, it still sailed along pretty nicely at 80 mph! (Yes I speed, and No, I haven't been caught yet.) I made it to the appointment on time and was accepted to YCCC. Thanks to my BA degree from USM, I had instant admission and I knocked seven classes off my to do list. The advisor I met with even signed me up for a $1,000 scholarship. Yes to free money!!
So after a few more stops for groceries and electrical supplies (no desire to wake up to that much smoke again!) I picked up Ben from daycare, where I know he didn't even miss me the tiniest bit, and came home to cook dinner, finish the laundry and fill out applications for YCCC Admissions and Financial Aid. Now that all of that's done, I think I'm going to sit on my butt for a while and read a book. Pretty sure I've earned it!
Here's to a much, much, MUCH, less eventful Tuesday....
I woke up this morning to the rather alarming smell of smoke. After enough sniffing and wondering what was going on, I dragged myself out of bed to check on the pellet stove. The house was not on fire, but due to an electrical problem we're having with the outlet the stove plugs into, the power had been cut to the stove earlier in the morning while it was running, causing smoke to back up into the house. Lovely. (The windows are STILL open, and it STILL smells like a bonfire in here. Yuck.)
I got ready for my busy day of appointments while Ben was still sleeping...then got a zillion other things done...while Ben was still sleeping. Finally at 9:00 I went in to WAKE Ben up so we wouldn't be late. And as Murphy's Law suggests, today would be the morning when Ben would wake up with COMPLETE DIAPER FAILURE. Ugh. Needless to say the kid got plopped into the tub...which we did NOT have time for, and he was NOT happy about.
After shoveling a bowl of Cheerios into his mouth and rushing out the door, I discovered that the air in my back tire was low. Low enough that I wasn't driving on it. So I had to fill my tire before leaving the house, after which we raced to Ben's daycare and dropped him off for a day of play. I then HAULED it to Portland for my dentist appointment. Half way there I remembered that they had left a message last week which I assumed was a confirmation call and had never actually listened to. While I was driving I figured I'd just "check" my voicemail. Again, Murphy's Law. My appointment had been rescheduled. UGH.
It ended up being for the best as I needed to apply for a car loan at my Credit Union in Portland. So I stopped by Don's office and picked up his car (which had an ACTUAL flat tire that needed to be replaced) in hopes of scooting over to the tire place after applying for the car loan.
I successfully applied for and was even approved for the car loan! (YAY!!! New car later this week!) After that speedy appointment I drove (or crawled it would seem) down Forest Avenue to the tire place we usually go to. They usually have used tires there (which I was looking for to replace my flat tire, since the other tires are still all fine) but of course, that damn Murphy's Law got me once again. No used tires. And I'm pretty cheap. Cheap enough that I wasn't about to spend $90 on a brand new tire when I don't actually NEED a brand new tire. And since I couldn't take Don's car on the highway with a donut...it was back down Forest Ave I went to get my car from Don's office.
So I raced my car down the highway to Wells for an appointment at York County Community College. Despite the fact that my car is about to be junked, it still sailed along pretty nicely at 80 mph! (Yes I speed, and No, I haven't been caught yet.) I made it to the appointment on time and was accepted to YCCC. Thanks to my BA degree from USM, I had instant admission and I knocked seven classes off my to do list. The advisor I met with even signed me up for a $1,000 scholarship. Yes to free money!!
So after a few more stops for groceries and electrical supplies (no desire to wake up to that much smoke again!) I picked up Ben from daycare, where I know he didn't even miss me the tiniest bit, and came home to cook dinner, finish the laundry and fill out applications for YCCC Admissions and Financial Aid. Now that all of that's done, I think I'm going to sit on my butt for a while and read a book. Pretty sure I've earned it!
Here's to a much, much, MUCH, less eventful Tuesday....
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