This afternoon Trevor finally realized that he could stand up on his own. Now we have realized that he could do this for several weeks now but he has been too afraid to let go of our hands even though we weren’t really holding him up. He finally got up the courage to stay standing rather than immediately plopping himself down onto his bottom when we let go. Since he was standing he figured he might as well try giving walking a shot too…
It seems we got a little puppy when I wasn’t looking.
When Steve came home the other evening, Trevor crawled over to him, nuzzled against his leg and panted excitedly. Then he pulled himself up like a little doggy standing with its hind legs and panted some more in excitement with drool dripping down his chin.
A while back, Jace brought a Thermos of chili for lunch and wanted to bring Tabasco sauce with him. I gave him the whole jar to pack in his lunch and bring back home at the end of the day.
Which he did.
And he said he used it, and he liked it, and we thought no more of it.
Last night at dinner, the topic of Tabasco sauce came up again, and Jace mentioned that though he had used it in his lunch at school, he had waited until nobody was looking before he added it to his chili.
“Because I don’t think we’re allowed to have Tabasco sauce at school.”
“Well… at the front door where the 5th graders go in, there’s a sign that says something like… let me think… it says something like Tabasco Free Emergency.”
“Tabasco Free Emergency?”
“or Tabasco Free Zone…”
But of course! I should have realized that.
Most schools in the country are Tabasco Free zones. No chewing Tabasco, no smoking Tabasco, …
Remind me to follow up with a separate conversation about whether or not the right way to approach prohibited activities is just to do them when nobody else is looking.
I was sitting here pondering a friend’s comment than I say each age is harder than the last. I think maybe because just as I get the hang of how to handle a 4 year old, 5 year olds bring new challenges that I have no clue how to handle. Unfortunately kids don’t come with owners manuals and thus we have to figure out how to do it as we go along. And as soon as we get one age figured out, they go and grow, bringing a whole new set of issues to contend with. But I still stand by my statement that it shouldn’t be called the terrible twos but rather the trying threes. Five is definitely no picnic either although I hear it is much worse with boys than girls.
Interestingly, so many people have told me that 2 is way more than twice the work of one. Not feeling that at all. Obviously there are twice the number of bedtimes to do, lunches to make etc but I am finding babyhood so much easier this time around. That Jace is older too might help. At 5 he is just more self sufficient and can, occasionally, actually help out by gathering things we need to leave or amusing Trevor while I go to the bathroom. It is the small things right?
Ever since I was a toddler, my animal has been a rabbit. I had a little blue rabbit that I carried around by the ears for years. My friend Louise had a pet rabbit as a kid and I was soooo jealous since all I had was a guinea pig. Even now I love rabbits and have several stuffed animal rabbits scattered around. One day I would love to have a litter box trained pet rabbit that hops around the house.
Jace was born into his animal. When I was decorating his nursery, I decided to do a frog theme around two stuffed frogs that I had. Steve painted frogs on the wall and the bedding was green to coordinate. When we moved last year, we had to paint over the frogs since we were renting out the apartment to two women who were a little old for froggy walls. Jace was really sad to see the frogs go so this year for Christmas, Steve painted a new frog which I framed to hang on Jace’s new bedroom wall.
Trevor now has his animal too. For halloween this year I initially tried to squeeze him into Jace’s frog costume but it was clear that he was not meant to be a frog (mostly because it was a tad to small). So instead I found a giraffe costume because that is one of my favorite animals. He already had a couple of outfits with giraffes on them that I had picked out so it was perfect. It seems that others have jumped on the giraffe train as Trevor got a stuffed giraffe in his stocking from Santa and a giraffe fleece blanket from his daycare providers. Sure hope he grows up to appreciate the beauty of a giraffe. He certainly seems to relate to them as he is really tall!
November 29, 2012 10:52 am Posted by: Steve Leibman
Jace: Unnhrgghh! I hate Thursdays!
Steve: What’s wrong with Thursdays?
Jace: I have spanish on Thursdays. I hate spanish.
Steve: Why do you hate spanish?
Jace: Because she teaches us things that I don’t already know.
Steve: So you don’t like learning things that you don’t already know?
Jace: Yeah. And she makes us do review.
Steve: What’s “review”?
Jace: It’s where she teaches us things that we already know.
Steve: So you don’t like learning things that you *do* already know?
Jace: Yes! I don’t like learning things that I don’t already know, and I don’t like learning things that I do already know.
Steve: What about the rest of Kindergarten? Do you learn anything?
Steve: And do you hate learning things in the rest of Kindergarten?
Jace: No, but that’s different, because it’s easy.
Though Trevor can’t quite yet crawl around the room (check back in a couple days for that), he can somehow successfully reach his arms out to grab anything in a 6-foot radius if you turn your back on him. He also has now given a demonstration that he knows that there are things that he is not supposed to do, and that he will do them anyway.
The other day I left Trevor in the living room. As I was leaving, he was babbling and grunting like a baby gorilla the way he usually does. I expected him to either continue with the animal noises or scream loudly in protest at me leaving the room, but instead it got very quiet. After being gone just long enough to go to the bathroom, I came back to find that he had obtained and dismantled the kleenex box, and was working his way through the tissues, grabbing and ripping big handfuls of them.
He looked at me.
I looked at him.
His forehead wrinkled up and his eyes got wider.
I smiled at him and said “hi” like I normally might do.
He got the most guilty expression I have ever seen on a baby, and clamped his mouth shut, refusing to talk, and refusing to let me see that he had been busy chewing on a large glob of tissue.
This last week has been a big one for Trevor. He started out moving horizontally by pulling himself across the kitchen floor with his arms in an army style crawl. It only works when the coefficient of friction is at the optimal level so if placed on a blanket or rug he is stuck to it much to his chagrin. Next he worked on vertical movement. We had an empty cardboard box in our living room so I sat Trevor in it to see what he thought (because kids always prefer cardboard boxes and paper to their expensive toys you know!). Next thing I know he was standing up holding on to the sides. Figuring it was a fluke, I sat him down again and watched carefully as he immediately pulled himself to standing by grabbing on to the top of the box on two sides. The box wasn’t very stable so I held onto it while he experimented with moving around and holding on to the edges. Eventually he flopped over and got stuck in the bottom of the box but it was fun while it lasted.
Watch out world, it won’t be long before Trevor learns how to put horizontal and vertical together and we have real forward movement!
Is there a “Puffs Anonymous” meeting around here that I can send Trevor too? He needs it.
A couple of weeks ago I mentioned to Miss Cristina at Trevor’s daycare that he had figured out how to eat puffs if they were place in his mouth but he was struggling on how to pick them up. Daycare providers love puffs (and cheerios) as they are great for working on fine motor control. Within a week, Trevor had learned how to pick them up and eat them and was estatic. The kid couldn’t get enough puffs!
He doesn’t pick them up one by one using his pincer grasp. No, that would be too hard and wouldn’t result in nearly as many puffs consumed. He grabs them by the handful then stuffs most of his hand in his mouth to get at the puffs. It’s messy but effective. Now he is a full puff addict. Spoon feeding baby food can only be done in between handfuls of puffs. In an effort to treat his addiction we have moved onto rice cake pieces for variety. I have also tried to sneak in well cooked carrots and green beans which worked to some level but he grew tired of them long before the puffs. Gotta work on more baby friendly finger foods and find Trevor that meeting to cope with his addiction.
Trevor has grown so much in his first 6 months. I can’t believe half a year has passed and our fun summer together is almost over. In just a week and a half, Trevor starts daycare and I go back to work. I have to say I have enjoyed my maternity leave much more with Trevor than with Jace. Partially because it was longer but mostly because I was way more relaxed this time around. Having already had a baby, I knew what to expect and what to do so there was much less stress. That is not to say that Trevor has been any easier than Jace; he cries at the drop of the hat, hates being put down and is completely unpredictable like all babies, but I am just more comfortable dealing with it and okay with letting him cry or fuss for a few minutes if I need to go to the bathroom or something like that!
I still refer to the “What to Expect the First Year” book that I used with Jace and it is interesting to check back at the end of each month to the section of “What your Baby may be doing” to see how many milestone Trevor has met. He easily does all the things a baby “should” be able to do like keeping head level when being pulled to sitting. He can also do the things a six month old “will probably” be able to do such as sitting without support. He has been working REALLY hard at this all month and is fairly stable now. He is more likely to fall forward or sideways as he reaches for something that is out of reach but I still either sit behind him or put the boppy behind him just in case as falling backwards can’t be comfortable! Trevor will work hard to try to grab a toy that he wants and will pass it from one hand to the other before experimenting with gravity and dropping or throwing the toy. He loves to stand holding on to you and is very interested in what other people are doing. This means he can do all the things a baby “may possibly” be able to do but he hasn’t figured out any of the “may even” be able to do such as creeping and crawling and getting to sitting or standing by himself which is just fine by me as I am definitely not ready for a mobile child yet!
I will update his stats (height and weight) after his dr’s appt next week but here a few other interesting tidbits – He loves to eat solid food at breakfast and dinner and to blow raspberries on his arms or your cheeks. He hates to be left alone in a room but loves to have you sing to him. He doesn’t even mind the fact that I can’t hold a tune. He usually wakes up twice a night to eat which is getting a little tiring for me but does go bed around 7pm as he is exhausted even after two good naps each day. He typically wakes up between 6 and 7 which is totally normal but seems to have no self soothing skills no matter how much we try to let him figure out falling asleep by himself. He either falls asleep after nursing or cries for at least 30 minutes until he just exhausts himself to sleep. Trevor gives Daddy and Jace huge smiles when he sees them but is clearly a mommy’s boy at this point, probably because we spend so much time together and I am his primary source of food. He loves to go outside and watch the cars go by and the wind blow the trees. In fact, if he is crying, going outside is often the best remedy. Sophie the Giraffe is probably his favorite toy although he also likes the Owl rattle that Lea bought him and Peyton the elephant which Jace played with. He is starting to hug the puppy lovie at bedtime that Jace chose for him. Oh, and he is growing out of his 6-9 month sleepers and onsies. This kid is TALL. And he still spits up only now we get carrot/milk spitup. YUCK. Overall he is a cutie pie and I love my baby boo.