Potty potty

5 Jul

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So far so good. We are pants free and carefree. Peeing in the little potty. No poop yet. I feel like I should be live-blogging this..

Boot camping it

3 Jul

So we are moving out of state in a couple of months, starting a new job, traveling here and there this summer. What would make this all just a little more interesting and fun? Why boot camp potty training, natch.

B is pretty ready for potty training ready, he pees into the potty (standing up) and I’ve heard from his daycare that he occasionally poops in the potty as well – though I’ve never seen that myself.

The premise is that we go cold turkey from diapers to nothing. No pull-ups, just diapers when he sleeps. Otherwise, it’s supposed to be months of no pants at home. The initial boot into this camp is a three day extravaganza of naked-below-the-waist. Which we are starting this weekend.

So there will be poop and urine in our house now, and presumably by Monday we will have a 75% potty-trained kid.

Part of me wants to do this Big Brother style and put cameras all over the house.

So, we will see. I think there’s a decent chance this could work, but also a decent chance he will poop on our sofa.

Fun at the Museum

7 May

I have a lot of ideas, and sometimes they even work out. We went with a couple of friends to the Brooklyn Museum, with two toddlers in tow (see, now wouldn’t that be a good title for a blog?). I had purchased for each of them an artist sketchpad and some colored pencils. Instead of ‘kid’ paper, I went with a couple of good sketch pads, and some good Crayola color sticks. The pads beat out just paper, because they lay flat, they’re heavy enough to require attention to carrying them, and the texture is good. The color sticks are just colored pencils without the wood. I thought they’d be messy, and I was a bit put-off by the non-washable warning, but they seem to be not at all messy. And they have good texture on the pads. I also got some stickers, and some sculpting clay, but we ended up just with the pads, pencils, and a bit of hot sticker action.

And so we headed off to see this gorgeous exhibit.

As we suspected, the kids wanted to touch all the art, which made it a little bit of a pain to try to keep tabs on them. Also, the helpful ipads that the museum leaves around for people to learn about the art? Yeah, toddlers like these things, and they will produce insta-fights over who gets to use it and for how long. That said, the pads were still a wild success:

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We just sidled up to the art, and plunked down the pad with the pencils. I tried to do a little bit of “What colors do you see? Red? Wow! Do you want to draw something in red, too?” to some (but only limited) effect. The kids just loved the drawing, and while I’m not convinced that they’re taking inspiration from the art or anything like that, I do think that the idea that someone made this, and that someone could be you! is an awesome attitude. Plus, if you are seeking some external validation of your parenting, via other people telling you how cute your children are, this will pretty much do it.

New favorite blog

9 Apr

Reasons my son is crying. Or go directly to he is in a giraffe costume.

Breakfast, sweets

8 Apr

Ok, so here is the situation. Baby Bilbo eats when he wants and finds something he really likes. For instance, he loves breakfast. Pancakes, he’ll eat a prodigious amount. His normal breakfast is two instant packets of maple brown sugar oatmeal. Or a big bowl of Kashi cereal.

But there are days, a few a week, when I take him out, and on these days he eats banana bread, or muffins. We’re big on muffins. Yesterday (a Sunday) he ate some banana bread, some oatmeal, some cookie, some apple, some apple cider, some cashews, some chicken cutlet, some chicken broth with ABC pasta, some blueberry muffin.

Is this, I ask, too much sweets? I genuinely do agree with wife that I’m the culprit here, and it is mostly true that he doesn’t eat veggies. But I also just don’t know how much is too much, when to be all ‘meh’ and when to worry that we’re inculcating bad habits.

Plus, Jules always makes us (well, me) look bad by eating raw carrots and such. The healthiest thing ours will eat is lentil soup.

So seriously, should I even give a crap? I’m not going to put spinach in cupcakes or other silliness, but I can certainly cut back the baked goods baked into papa-baby rituals..

Curious behavior

14 Mar

The last few days, Brooklyn Baby has begun to manifest some weird behavior. This morning, at like 6am, he started coughing, then started crying, “mommy!’ Kind of soft, kind of crying, interspersed with a bit of sleep and a bit of coughing. I finally got up to get him at 6:30, whereupon he seemed…mad? He was fine once I got him up and changed his diaper. But then he sat on the floor, crying and kind of unresponsive. Not sick, no fever. I suspect psychological origins.

Actually, my hypothesis is that he wanted water at 6am, but then felt a little betrayed that we didn’t get it for him (well, there’s also the perennial hypothesis that he’s 2). So he was a little resentful. This is kind of new behavior for us.

Last night at dinner, he wouldn’t touch the pumpkin ravioli or the vegetables, and sat crying and crying, and crying and crying (I want cheesy rigatoni! I want chicken! I want yogurt!). We had been edging towards a harder-line stance for some time, but last night we sort of hit a ‘No, this is your dinner. Like it or lump it.” When I finally went to start his bath without him eating anything, he took a bite of ravioli, then spit it out.

We responded with a sort-of spontaneous “Wow! Look at that! You tried it! Great! Woo-hoo!” and then gave him some chicken cutlet (which he calls Chicken Parm and will eat happily). I mean, we do want him to try stuff, and I have been a pushover about food. But I somehow ended up with a feeling like the US experience in Afghanistan: declare victory and go home.

Anyhow, it feels like baby’s psychological wants and needs are becoming more…interesting.

Bellycopter

23 Feb

First, here is baby scrounging for change between the couch cushions. I mean, what are you gonna do, really?

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Second, I think we (briefly) breached stage three, before retreating to stage two. If you’re indifferent to clicking through that link, it’s a cute post about how to read Green Eggs and Ham to your toddler, even after you are sick to shit of reading it. For us, this includes Goodnight Gorilla, In the Night Kitchen, Where the Wild Things Are, Brown Bear Brown Bear, as well as such high profile titles as Peek-a-Who, Bedtime Peekaboo, and Trucks. It’s not that I mind these books, in fact I think many are pretty awesome. It’s just. Well, we have read them SOOOOOOOOOO many times.

So, after your kid has memorized the book, stage 1 is to read a sentence and then stop before the end. Mickey fell out of his clothes, past the moon, and into the light of the………..And after a moment, the kid will respond, “Night Kitchen!” At this point, we let him tell a decent part of the story this way.

Stage 2 is that you start substituting nonsense for the words. “I see a yellow…peanut butter sandwich!…looking at me.” (for Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What do you See?). After a moment, baby will be all, “No, papa! Yellow Duck!” Stage 3 is that he starts to get in on the making up stuff act. Stage 4 is you hide the book and pretend you’ve never heard of it. What wild things?

Third, I made a joke the other day, and I think it’s the first ‘bricolage’ joke BB got. I sometimes do a little airplane in the hangar action with food on the spoon, to get him to eat. It’s actually pretty cute. Here comes the airplane, the boat, the car, the whatever. The helicopter is a big hit. Then he opens wide, eats the food, and I play all coy, like “where did the helicopter go?!!?” He then points to his big open mouth, then his belly. Joy all around.

This time, I did the helicopter, then I said, “where did the helicopter go?!?!” then said, it must be a Bellycopter!!! He almost fell over laughing so hard. I had to repeat it 20 times. And he still thinks it is hilarious.

What’s neat is that he figured out helicopter, then that he points to his belly, then that bellycopter is a portmanteau, and finally that bellycopter sounds funny. All in all, a surprisingly sophisticated set of cognitive tasks to get to the joke.

I would say our baby is brilliant, but he also thinks he’s invisible if he can’t see you. Plus, he’s afraid of the feathers that sometimes come out of the sofa cushions.