In almost 2 years Seger has only 3 new pairs of pants, all of which are the same pants in 3 different sizes that i bought on clearance for him to wear over the next 3 years because they fit him so well. I bought 4 shirts, 2 sweaters, 3 pair of shoes, and 2 pair of pants (that may sound like a lot but at this age they change sizes 3x in a year) from the 2nd hand baby store and the rest are hand-me-downs. I have uber organized storage of the next 4 years of hand-me-downs that he will be wearing. Not because we can’t afford it but i would so rather be at the beach than shop and i am most certain he would to.
The Great Escape
He’s been climbing in to his bed for months now. He has a technique that is clumsy and he’s smart enough to not climb out or he’d eat it. So I thought.
I take Epsom salt baths every night now because my rotator cuff is torn (I have a feeling this will come up again as it is mighty inconvenient with my lifestyle and healing so fucking slowly). Tonight I put him to bed, got in the bath, heard his door but denied its possibility.
I heard something else but cant see anything around the bunched up end of the shower curtain, so I quietly said his name and then all of a sudden i saw his silhouette behind the shower curtain and slowly and very intentionally without a word he put only his hand where I could see it. I was in shock at how he was presenting himself. Then he tilted his head perfectly sideways and moved his head forward as to only show the top of his head and his eyes. I BURSTED OUT LAUGHING! He steps forward with an almost timid smile and says ‘Yes, Mom?’
Seger can swim now. As in, he takes a few doggie paddle strokes, takes a breath and goes back to paddling. He can do this across a pool! Its so rad to see him so so happy in, under and around the water. This is something I didn’t have to try for. I let fear drive me.
We have been in a body of water every single day of this summer. His love for swimming made it easy for him to practice and me terrified enough to never fail to find a source. This week we even put on life jackets, paddle boarded to the middle of the lake (which is the only part of the lake I’d feel comfy in, due to amebas and such) and swam around the board for an hour. Life jackets make swimming so effortless. They are also a good way to reintroduce floating which he has been avoiding due to the ISR joke of a teacher we had last year. Anyway, I decided today to not renew his swimming lessons. It’s his first graduation and I can’t believe I actually feel that feeling that doesn’t spawn a smile but a nostalgic whine. Weird.
Today he said ‘tomamo’ for tomorrow. I’m dying over his voice. It’s makes everything in the world good
Potty Training Failure
Seger walks around naked lately because its the only way he thinks about using the toilette. Pee only at this point.
Yesterday he said ‘my butt hurts’ while reaching around to his butt making a face that looked like his butt hurt. So, I suggested pooping which he’s only done once accidentally on the potty. He declined. I said (embarrassingly) ‘ill let you watch Yo Gabba Gabba while you try’. He agreed.
He graciously sat down on the potty and the hurt butt face immediately went away so I was very sure It was going to be a success. I turned on his show that he only gets on Saturday morning now and waited.
A half hour later, no poo, show is done, he gets up asked for a diaper and as soon as I put it on that oh so familiar smell permeated the surrounding area.
This week we had friends in town from CR. This week Seger started calling me ‘Corinne’ and saying ‘that sucks’. He even said them in the same sentence and in the right context. ‘Sucks’means pretty much one thing to most people right? Who doesnt say ‘that sucks’. I guess i wont be. Too bad