Our Infant Toys are a Bust

I’ve made an executive decision to give away all of the infant toys that we have in the house as Benny is interested in everything but his toys.
Here is a list of things that Benny loves:

The remote control

He can find it no matter where I hide it.
It can be on the couch, the side table, even the kitchen table and he will find it!
He learned how to cruise because he wanted to get to the remote as it was taunting him by hanging out innocently on the couch.

My Fake Birkenstocks

Let me begin by saying that this kid gives me a run for my money when it’s time to eat food but as soon as he sees my Birks he starts salivating.
I don’t know if it’s because I am a shoe addict and he caught the addiction in utero or if there is simply something appetizing about the light grey suede straps.
Whatever it is, it drives me up the wall!
He literally follows me around in anticipation for me to take them off for him to go to town with them!

The Ancient Yet Still Existant Hand Held Home Phone

Here is something that you need to know about me.
I have a paralyzing fear of cell phone and microwave radiation.
Although radiation may have nothing to do with either of these things, I have convinced myself that they do and that it is life-threatening (cue raised the eyebrows).
For that reason we still have a home line (cue oohs and ahhs at the ownership of this ancient communication device).
Benny loves the house phone.
He particularly loves to throw it around like a ball.
I can be on the phone and he crawls up to me with the intention of taking it from me.
I am amazed at how well devised his plan of action is at such a young age.
He is actually obsessed with this phone.

So there you have it.
Since Nate is a toddler and Benny was born with a remote control/shoe/home phone fetish our infant toys are now obsolete.

Any takers?

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WOW! 

Adam recently sent me an email with a link to an article.
This particular article discusses something so important that I felt the need to share it with you.
The author, Filicity Hannah, discusses how dismissive adults can be with toddlers and young children.
She points out that although as adults we don’t think that toddlers understand social cues, in reality they do.
For example, when Nate comes up to one of my friends and starts to talk about how the firetruck went weeeyou weeeyou weeyou and down the street to save a cat, he wants to be heard.
In many cases as adults our response will be “WOW” and we simply turn away and continue with whatever it is that we are doing.
Although we would assume that a two year old has no concept of condescension, we are in fact wrong.
By dismissing their story we have hurt and offended them.
Felicity points out that she too is responsible for this type of behaviour and how it can one day nip her in the butt.
She mentions that if we behave this way with our children when they are young, they are less likely to confide in us once they are older and their problems are bigger.
This article made me realize that I too am reponsible for this kind of belittling behaviour.  I am often busy with chores, emails, phone calls or other insignificant things while Nate is telling me his exciting story and my response is “WOW, really?”.
The funny thing is that I am always concerned with how my children will turn out.
Will they be kind, honest and respectful?
That all depends on how I communicate with them.
Thanks to my sweet and smart husband Adam for the “hint, hint” “nudge, nudge”.
Here is a link to the original article:
https://ca.shine.yahoo.com/mum-diary–stop-saying–wow–to-my-kids-132454115.html

Home

My favorite song for awhile now has been “Home” by the Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros.
It is a true representation of how I feel about my boys.
Although we have a physical home that we share, I feel that as long as I am with them and wherever that may be, it always feels like home to me.
Here is the video which isn’t really a video but you get to hear this magnificently quirky song.

Lucille the lady dog

I live in a house full of boys.
We’ve got Adam the dad, Nate the big brother, Benny the baby brother and Sir Jack Nicholson the spoiled adult big baby dog.
Then there is me the mama and Lucille the sweetest lady dog in existence.
You would think that she would be my ally in this big boys club of a house.
For the most part we stand united.
Until this morning.
Let me begin by saying that it is the first night in over three weeks where I got a full and uninterrupted nights sleep.
I walk downstairs with a sort of pep in my step.
Then I reached the bottom of the stairs just to realize that there are a bunch of chewed up brushes all over the floor and dog beds.
Any good feeling that I had immediately dissipated and turned into pure rage.
My eyes began to dart through the room and I find Lucille in her pen looking so guilty.
I look at Sir Jack, who is currently very tense as he is usually the one to blame for such shenanigans.
I yell “Lucy, you have some explaining to do”, close the pen door and walk away, vacuum in hand.
This obviously wakes the baby and my day begins as it always does, in a hectic rush.

Elijah

I can’t for the life of me snap out of this sad feeling in my heart.
Yesterday news broke in Toronto that a three year old boy walked outside in the middle of the night wearing nothing but a t-shirt, pull-ups and boots, in -30 Celsius weather.
He didn’t make it.
Those words bring a sort of sadness to me that I can’t even begin to communicate in words.
Although nobody that knew this child will ever read this I want to give my deepest condolences.
His name was Elijah and although I’ve never met him, today my heart weeps for him and his family.
The world has lost an angel and I truly hope he is warm and safe up in heaven.

Nate’s Cheeky Appointment

Nate had his first dentist appointment today.
I was a little anxious about it but was immediately relieved as we walked into what I like to call the Tooth Fairy’s House.
As soon as we entered the office everyone greeted us with warmth and kindness.
The dental assistant, Shelby, was an absolute doll.
She turned on his favorite movie Madagascar or as Nate refers to it “Alex the Lion”, and just got straight to work in the most gentle fashion that is humanly possible.
Nate was totally in his element;
He had his jam on, a cute girl all up in his grill and mummy at an arms length.
All was going fabulously until the male dentist arrived.
All of the sudden Nate lost all interest in this visit and was clawing his way out of the chair; the dentist is amazing by the way.
It’s just that Nate loves the attention of women so he was like “peace out, see you when this guy leaves!”.
Right at that moment Shelby swooped right back in and Nate became relaxed once again and gave her his famous smirk.
I swear my two year old has more game than most grown men I know.
The appointment was awesome but Adam and I are in big trouble with our little Don Juan!

The Big Plan

There is nothing in this world that can prepare you for being a parent.
You’re either waiting to make more money or waiting for the right time.
Waiting for everyone you know to get on the baby train or for that last big hurrah.
Guess what, life doesn’t end when you have children.
It changes.
You know what else changes, your perspective.
You realize that now you are more driven than ever to make money.
You wish that you would have had them sooner so that you’d have more time with them.
You now know that it’s not about your friends having kids; you’ll still have friends and you’ll meet new ones with kids.
What “hurrah” meant before kids and what it means to you once you’re a parent are two very different things.
So in reality the whole last hurrah thing is a big HOOHA!
It’s so challenging yet so rewarding.
There is no amount of planning that can prepare you for that.