I’m forever writing and discarding a post about why I get irritated about “mom” stuff that is really just “parent” stuff. One day I’ll figure out how to say what I want and post it, but in the meantime, I’ll just link to stuff that relates. ;)
From the article:
As a parent, it’s your job to take care of the kids and raise them as well as you can, not to create a perfect soldier for the impending gender revolution.
Boy it’s been a while since I posted something besides a link.
My excuse is that we just got back from our first family vacation! We took the girls to Hawaii for 10 days. Mike goes there a few times a year for business, and the girls and I tagged along. Well, actually, we were smarter than that. We’d previously tagged along on a business trip to San Francisco when the girls were tiny, and we learned from that practice: having the girls along on a business trip isn’t so conducive to business. So he went first, and then the girls and I followed a few days later, after he’d finished most of the business. A friend of ours came along with me and the girls, both because we like him and because I don’t think I could have dealt with getting the girls through security and on and off a plane by myself.
They were pretty easy on the plane, and didn’t seem to suffer from pain during takeoff or landing. I brought along a whole slew of toys that they’d never seen before, and doled them out whenever they got stir crazy. That and a bunch of snacks seemed to do the trick.
We stayed at a nice resort on the North Shore of Oahu, Turtle Bay (which you may know from the movie “Forgetting Sarah Marshall”. It was a little more ritzy than I generally prefer, but it was perfect for the a first trip with the girls, since we could take them to the baby swimming pool (18 inches deep) and a nice protected beach where they could play in the ocean without getting smacked by waves (or hoards of beachgoers). We didn’t do too much other than go to the beach, pool, and takes walks to see the horses the resort keeps for guests to ride. But that’s sort of what we all needed. No schedule to keep, no pressure to do anything.
S had started walking just a few days before we left and then spent the trip mastering walking. She’s not quite as good as V yet, but she’s coming up fast. It is going to be a little crazy when they are both running away from me at top speeds. Maybe I should start practicing sprinting. Or tying knots…
For some odd reason, one of the relatively few words the girls both say is “mermaid”. They have a picture book with a picture of a mermaid in it that they are both enamored of. And from there we’ve cultivated an obsession with them, buying a t-shirt with a mermaid on it and a toy mermaid “bath squirter”. Anyhow, the beach at the resort was apparently good for snorkeling (not that I got around to trying it) and the girls thought that the snorkelers were mermaids, which was too cute to argue with them about.
On the flight home, I think I managed to teach them how to drink from a normal cup. It was sort of by accident. They like ice cubes and cups, and so to distract them when I was running low on other supplies, I got ice and plastic cups from the flight attendant and set the girls up with a cup and and ice cube in each, which they would play with, sometimes trying to get the cube out with their fingers and sometimes tilting the cup up to get the ice cube out that way. Of course, the cubes melted and so there was a tiny bit of water in the cups all the time (I’d give them another cube when they consumed or dropped the previous one). After a while, I just started giving them a tiny bit of water in the cups and letting them drink them down. It was little enough water that if they spilled it, it would be no big deal, but enough that they got a little drink if they downed the whole thing. Is there some way I can copyright this idea and make millions? I need to expand this into a whole book somehow… Daddy Craig’s Secret Parenting Techniques…?
There’s probably more to blog about, but that’s all I’ve got at the moment.
Haven’t found time to blog much recently. Here’s what’s been happening:
My parents came to visit us for a long Easter weekend. Fun as usual, except we had some sick girls who weren’t quite their usual fun selves. We thought it was just teething (crankiness, trouble sleeping, drooling) but they also had some fevers (never reached 103 degrees), so there may have been a virus involved. Now they are fine, but I’ve been feeling a little under the weather, and have had a sore-ish throat for a couple days, so maybe that’s what they had.
My mom has been working furiously the last few months sewing a playhouse for the girls, and she brought it with her on the trip. What fun! It hangs over a card table with PVC pipe leg extensions, and has a front door, windows, a cat, a bird, shrubs, etc. It used to have plastic flowers in the windowbox, but they were too tempting for little girls to yank on, so they’ve been removed until the girls are a little older. They love playing in it! They peek out of the windows and rush into the house to get away from us when we summon them for some unpleasant activity, like diaper changing. Grandma also had a to knit them a sweater for this visit. She’d sent one sweater a few months back, and the girls loved it so much I could hardly let one of them wear it for fear the other would try to bite it off her sister. So now we have two beautiful Grandma-knit sweaters, just in time for summer! It’s actually quite nice to have them for our evening walks, especially if the girls are going sleaveless during the day.
I took the girls to their check up at their doctor yesterday, and everything was good. V is a little bigger than average in height and weight, and S is closer to the 20th percentile in both. Nothing to worry about, of course, just normal differences between sisters.
S is slowly starting to walk more and more, but she seems less motivated to walk and content to crawl. She likes to “knee walk” and “crab walk,” too, so she keeps her options open. V is nearly running now; it is going to be pretty crazy when they are both able to run away from me in opposite directions!
We are progressing nicely with our pre-potty training work. Both girls frequently go in the potty, always because either Mike or I have spotted the signs or sounds of incipient need, but then just today V came up to me and touched her diaper expectantly. She’d already pooped, but that was the first time I’d seen either of them give any sign that they were aware that they had a dirty (or wet) diaper. Progress! We have several potty books that we keep in the bathrooms for reading on the potty, which helps make potty-time something that they are excited about instead of dreading. The trickiest part so far is dealing with the two of them in the bathroom at the same time, especially just after a successful use of the potty. I want to keep them around to see the dumping of the potty contents into the toilet and the subsequent flushing, but it’s hard keeping them out of the potty and toilet while all that is going on. It is definitely one of those times when I think how much easier it would be with only one to worry about!
I had to fill out developmental questionnaires about the girls yesterday at their doctor appointment, and they seemed pretty much on track. V is ahead on walking stuff, but S is ahead on some manual dexterity stuff, so they end up about the same. There was a question asking whether they used more than 8 words in addition to (mom) and dad. I couldn’t quite come up with 8, but they are close: They (mostly) both say “uh-oh”, “hi”, “cheese”, “ko ko ko” (Greek for the noise the chicken makes; they use this to ask to see their Greek nursery rhyme video.), “yaya” (what they call Mike’s mom”, “mum mum” (their word for milk in a bottle), and that’s all I can think of. That’s only 6. They also do a fair amount of baby signing, using “more more,” “hat”, “brush” (they use the same hairbrush sign for hair brushing and tooth brushing), and “all done”.
They of course understand a lot more words than they can speak or sign. We can now ask them to do all sorts of things and they understand, like asking them to go get a particular toy, or asking if they want to go outside or have a snack. It’s a great experience watching them develop in this way!
I’ve started trying to wean them off the bottle, but have had little success. They drink water out of sippy cups and spill-less straw cups, but they refuse milk from them for the most part. I asked the doctor for advice yesterday, and she said I need to try just letting them get hungry enough until they take milk from the other cup. I’m going to wait for a day until Mike isn’t working from home so he won’t have to put up with the crying while that happens. So sad, but has to be done.
There. That should catch us up pretty much. I’m going to sneak into their room and get a bit of a nap before they wake up from theirs.