The soon-to-be Big Brother



We're counting down days and hours here (it seems like it won't be very long now, all signs are pointing to "labor soon") so our days as a little family of three are dwindling, as are Kian's days of the only child. He's going to be an awesome big brother.


Thoughts on the final stages of pregnancy

There's been quite a few ups and downs with this pregnancy and baby and it's definitely been a roller coaster of emotions. And even as we're down to the last few days (hours?) it's still quite the ride. We've been through more tests than I ever have in my life, but baby's fine after all of it. Thank you God.

I'm finding myself very anxious to meet him and get him in my arms to see for myself he's okay. I do hate having to share my babies once they are out though! I Love being pregnant (most of the time, besides those uncomfortable moments and achy body) but still am glad to get to this point.

I'm nervous about labor, yet excited. I want to do a natural birth again. But it's not far removed from last time that I have forgotten it. They promise me the second one will be much better, especially if he comes on his own, rather than on their terms like before. I pray it is.

I'm really excited for Kian to meet his baby brother, but nervous about having TWO. Wondering what that will be like, will I handle it? Of course I can...right?

This past year has been rough, for me, for my family, and several friends as well. It was definitely a year of trials and testing. So, for that reason I am looking forward to a happy occasion to finish out the year with.

On that note, I am off to bed to rest up in case tonight's the night...

Weekend pictures and update

I'm a little behind lately on blogging; not that anyone would notice. Over the weekend we went to my 10 year high school reunion. Odd that it seems that long ago, but yet, not very long at all. It was a nice, relaxed picnic with not a lot of people, but it was good to see everyone and catch up. Kian loved playing with all the little boys there. Seriously, I think there was 2 girls? Just lots of little boys. Boys and rocks, and trucks. They were set.






And Robin and Jason


I didn't get many pictures of other people, I kind of forgot to get the camera out. It was at Powder Mills Park, with some beautiful flowers...




And the fish hatchery! Kian was beyond thrilled.




This fish was enormous, compare the size of the fish to the small one underneath it and the duck above it. It was crazy!



Of course, we got home and Kian promptly got sick with a fever, and then threw up a little later. Since he hadn't eaten much, not sure what that was about. The fever continued into Monday morning. Sunday around lunch, after he hadn't eaten in a day, I noticed spots on his tongue and Monday he got a couple around his feet. Yep, hand, foot & mouth. Fun times. He stayed home with grandma Monday and Tuesday. But, by Tuesday morning he was fine. He was actually wild and crazy. His 2 year molars are almost in, so that's been enjoyable as we're back to the chewing on everything, put everything in our mouth stage again.

And tell me this, someone help me out here-my kid is nuts. He's obsessed with drinking water. I know, horrible right? Well, he drinks/licks it from the floor, from the deck, from chairs, from the garage floor, from puddles, anywhere there's pooling or standing water he drinks it! Ugh, so gross! He always has a drink nearby, so it's not that he should be thirsty. The whole telling him it's gross and will make him sick thing doesn't work. Any ideas?

But! We're making a breakthrough here! He went poopy on the potty all by himself on Monday and Tuesday-twice! He goes pee on the toilet all the time, unless he's so absorbed in play he forgets at first. He's very proud of himself and I love not having to use stickers or candy or anything for bribes. We're on our way, hopefully this doesn't regress when the baby arrives.

Had another doctor's appointment Tuesday morning. This baby is a trouble-maker. He goes through these cycles of not moving/barely moving for 2 days, then I freak out, go in and get him checked out and he likes to make me look stupid. He starts swinging around in there like it was nothing. But we're going for a biophysical profile Thursday (an ultrasound in which they test and score certain things like movement, tone, heart rate, etc.) just to make sure we're still all good. Last night and today he was up to his usual antics-which include doing acrobatics and dancing a jig every morning from 4-5 am. That's fun.

I say, let me get through this week at work and get it all set and then you can come anytime you want to. Kian is way excited. He tried to get me to let him "talk to baby brother, see baby brother" in Wegmans Sunday. Um, no. He means let me see the belly, lift up the shirt and let me drool and love on it. Not in the store, sorry. Here's hoping he's as much in love with the actual baby as he is the belly.

Where's he get this stuff?

The other night I asked Kian a question as we were laying in his bed reading books. I really can't remember the question unfortunately. But, his reply?
"Pwobaby, mommy, pwobaby".

Last night I was cleaning up the kitchen and he came running up the stairs to where I was, at the same time the cat jumped off the counter and ran in his path to get to the living room. They kind of bumped each other and both kept on going. He stopped and laughed and thought it was the funniest thing. He went into Kevin and tells him "I ca-wided with Ace!"
I said "you what?"
"Ca-wided. I cawided with Ace." more laughter.
"Kevin, did he just tell us he collided with the cat?"
Yep. I don't use that word much at all, I would have said "ran into" or something. Never ceases to amaze me.

Not much exciting going on around here. Just hanging around, trying to stay cool since summer finally decided to arrive here in western NY. Not complaining though, since I've had a decent summer so far, and have felt great.

At work I am just trying to finalize things, get everything ready and prepared for my leave. Making lots of lists and keeping up on all the little details so when the girls take over my cases they won't freak out and will know what is going on with them.

This weekend we took Kian for a swim in Jon's pool. He's getting braver in the water, even though he can't touch the bottom. He wasn't afraid to climb down and sit on the ladder. He hung out in his tube for awhile. And then he wanted to jump in the pool. Over and over. And I had to catch him. Well, I was supposed to...until that last time. He slipped out of my hands and into the water (shallow, don't worry) but I couldn't exactly see him well, with this belly and all. And Kevin and Jon were playing "jump in the pool and catch the frisbee in mid-air" so I felt around and grabbed him up. He was only under about 3-5 seconds. He started crying, and then I saw blood. So, I think he was crying more from the injury than being under the water. We think either on the way down or me pulling him up he hit his head on the thermometer hook. He had a little gash and of course it bled a bit. But, after we dried off and made sure he was okay, he wanted to go back in the pool. I guess the drowning attempt didn't scare him much, which is good. I don't' want him to be afraid of the water.

Sunday we went to Build-A-Bear so Kian could make a bear for his baby brother. He's only been once, but knew exactly what we were talking about. I am not sure how much he understands it's going to be baby brother's bear. We keep explaining it. He picked out a silky, soft chocolate bear, stuffed it and got it a shirt that says "it's a boy". And because they are having a great deal right now (ANY animal, no matter the price, with ANY outfit, no matter the price with ANY pair of shoes, no matter the price, all for $29!!) we got him a Bills jersey and cleats for his bear and dog he has at home already. We are saving it to give him later, when the baby is born. We've kept the bear for brother in the box in the baby's room. He's asked to look at it a few times, but we remind him it's for baby brother on his birthday. He seems okay with that. I highly recommend taking advantage of that deal though. I almost want to go back. The bear and the outfit that is normally 16.50 and the shoes that are normally 7.50, we saved a good bit of money.

Yesterday, Kian and I played in his pool. He told me to "put on bathing soup, mommy" so I did and sat in it and let him spray me with the hose. When it's over 90 and humid, I almost enjoyed it. I hate spending so much time inside, but when you can't breathe outside at all, and swell as soon as you walk out the door, there's not really much choice. He helped me water the flowers and tomatoes. We are finally getting some tomatoes from the garden now that it's been sunny for a full week. Not that you can really see my garden under all the weeds...oh well, maybe next year!

And so it goes the rest of the week, getting things done and prepared at work, getting things done and prepared at home...7 more days of daycare for Kian. I'm scheduled to work until 9/4 but we'll see how it goes. Each week the Braxton-Hicks contractions get more uncomfortable and a few have been painful. All part of the process, I suppose and would rather have it come about naturally than induced like last time. I'm almost...excited for labor. I'm just weird like that.

Potty training

So, we're in the middle of this potty training thing. Overall, it's going well. Kian wears underwear every day, all day. He wears a diaper for bed and nap, that's it. We have been able to go out to restaurants, stores, etc. and come home with dry underwear (except for one or two occasions). I'm happy with this. He actually lets us know more when we're out that he has to go. He loves to yell in the restaurant "I have to go pee!" Fun times with a toddler; goes with the territory I suppose.

When we're home and because it's so hot, he's usually just in underwear and no clothes. He's a bit of nudist at times and him being naked actually has made him way more aware of when to go. The only time he's pooped in the toilet was when he was running naked in the house all day. And that, is where we're at now. Kian is now holding it until he gets a diaper on to poop. (Is typing poop a lot in my blog kind of gross?) He went once at school and once at home in the toilet. I know it takes a lot of kids longer to do that in the toilet than just pee. He tells me he has to go, sits there forever (last night it was almost an hour combined with the multiple times he got on the toilet) but doesn't go. Not sure if he's afraid or what.

So, all those who have trained boys, teach me. How do you get them to poop in the toilet? And I know he's not quite ready yet, but when do you start the 'standing up to pee' thing? He did it outside once and got the biggest kick out of it. Apparently thrilling for a 2 year old. Right now, I'm not pushing too hard on the issue because I'm just not physically capable of keeping it up. I'm just happy he goes and doesn't have accidents. And usually if he does have accidents, it's our fault for not making sure he's gone recently or near a bathroom when he needs it. Oops.

Boy Meets Hose

Kian finally realized he was strong enough to squeeze the trigger on the nozzle of the hose. It's all over now.


Oh so thirsty.



Enjoying the sprinkler. Yep, he takes his clothes off as soon as he gets outside near the water. He looks so little here, but he's not. I think it was before Kevin cut the grass =D



Oh, and you can drink out of the hose, while spraying mommy's swing too!



And this was just before he turned on me, soaked me full on, camera and all. Monster. Look at his face!






Kian-isms

The kid is funny without even trying to be funny.

We went swimming at Jon's pool over the weekend and had just gotten out. We were sitting in the deck chairs, Kian was eating some goldfish and Jon and Kevin were talking to each other. They didn't hear him as he's sitting there eating goldfish, in his swimmie diaper and shorts say:

"I'm peeing. I peed. I'm full of pee."

Oh my gosh I was dying. He just stated it so matter-of-factly, letting me know what was happening. He is quite the commentator these days.

Then, while putting him to bed Sunday night (early due to no nap because my mom and kids came to visit) he likes to talk to 'baby brother'. He shows him books and animals, etc. I said "you can get closer and talk to him because he can hear you". So, he leans over, puts his mouth right on my belly, gets this deep, deep voice and goes:

"Talk to baby brother! I am talking to you baby brother! I talk to you!"

I think it was way funnier in person. I had to demonstrate to Kevin and he was amused. I guess typing it out doesn't have the same affect as a 2 year-old's deep voice with drool on my belly =)

The Great TV Debate Debacle

So, over on Facebook I created quite the stir about children watching tv. It was quite heated. And most of them were against me.

I stated that I do not let Kian watch tv. Now, to be honest, we don't completely refuse him any tv. When Kevin's mother is here on Mondays, I know the tv is on almost all day long. I know this because I come home and he talks about at least 4 shows he's seen that day. I really don't like it, but I know it's one day of the week, it's PBS, and they are playing and cleaning while it's on. But, I do limit the shows he can watch. We do not have many channels, which helps us keep the tv off.

The main reasons I'm "against" toddler tv? 1. Too much background noise. 2. They're too little and developing rapidly at this age. 3. The quality of shows, even "educational" shows. 4. There is much more to do than watch tv, especially to facilitate imagination and learning-(i.e it's not a babysitter). 5. Commercialism.

I am sensitive to too much background noise (too much noise at all, really) and having the tv on rather annoys me at times; especially, if the tv is on and no one is watching it. We, as a society have become too attached to electronics, to instant gratification and we do not savor silence. We do not know how to be still and enjoy others, to talk and have dinner conversations anymore. There is absolutely no tv during meal time in my house. I am only "attached" to one show-House, and that is the only one I watch during the week. I think society gets too caught up in these reality shows, and the popular show of the season, and they sit transfixed week in and week out to see what happens next. For us, we don't sit down and turn the tv on until Kian is in bed, except the occasional Wheel of Fortune. He calls it "Letters Show" and loves to point out the letters. I want him to talk, to converse with us, to be heard and not compete with the tv all the time.

I think reasons 2 and 4 actually go together here next. The AAP recommends no tv for children under two for many reasons. Social interaction with people is much more of a learning experience for children than tv. As is toy play, learning cause and effect, problem-solving, etc. Studies are showing that children who begin watching television at a young age (infant) are showing more signs of ADHD/ADD, inability to concentrate, are easily distracted, not to mention obesity in America's children is escalating rapidly. When watching Tv kids are inactive and usually want things to eat and drink, leading to more weight gain than pediatricians recommend. Also, they've noted that kids who watch lots of tv tend to have delayed speech because they do not talk while watching, are not being talked to, or hearing themselves talk. What starts out as education preschool tv easily turns into a variety of shows, then video games, which are way more violent.
Babies do not need Yo Gabba Gabba or Teletubbies. Colored, sing-song blobs do not teach them anything. It simply puts them in a spot so mom can get something done. Have I done that before? Absolutely! Often? No, and I still feel guilty doing it.
"Experts suspect that babies younger than two years old view TV as a confusing array of colors, images, and noises. They don’t understand much of the content. Since the average TV scene lasts five to eight seconds, your baby or toddler doesn’t have enough time to digest what’s happening." (Found here.)
As much of a pain it is for me to include Kian in a lot of activities I need to get done around the house, it's such a great learning experience for him. I let him help me cook. Does flour get everywhere? Does he spill things all over? Yes. Do I get annoyed? Of course. But, for him, it's the best thing on earth. He's so proud to help. He's learning measurements and ingredients, how to clean up, and spending quality time with me. I feel their little brains are just developing so much in such a short time that I want to fill that brain with these kind of things, both education and those memories, not tv.

Onto point 3. The quality of "children's" shows these days is better in many ways, but still not always appropriate for the age they target. Some programs are much improved in the way they talk in simple sentences, incorporate letters, numbers, pre-academic and problem-solving ideas. But, I even have beef with Sesame Street lately! The baby bear on the show has a speech issue, impediment, delay, whatever it is, is not great for kids to watch and imitate. D itto for Elmo and his improper grammar and pragmatics. And I love Sesame Street, but really?
Other shows have violence, children talking back or being disrespectful to parents and authority figures. I love me some Spongebob, but would I let Kian watch it? No. Not until he's quite a bit older. I've noticed other innuendos in movies as well, that I have already decided to not let him watch for a few years: mainly Shrek and the like. Even turning on the Looney Tunes recently I was surprised to see the amount of violence that I watched as a child. And there are also words on shows I do not want to introduce him to yet, as we all know children are parrots and will say that word to death.

Even if the show itself is decent and one I don't have a problem with, I take issue with the amount of commercialism surrounding these shows. If I really wanted to I could outfit my house with Dora bed set, sheets, curtains, pillows, cups, bowls, plates, spoons, cups, water bottles, rugs, towels, clothes, sneakers, socks, underwear, winter coat, mittens, hat, boots, not to mention Dora bathroom supplies-toothbrush, paste, washcloths, shower curtains, potty chair, birthday cake, party hats, party supplies, place mats, wrapping paper...oh, you get the idea?
This may be more for myself, but I refuse to be boxed in by one character. I refuse to get my child things simply because they have a character on it. And I want him to learn that things without characters can be as much fun and allow for much more imagination. (This is also why I do not like single action toys, I prefer ones without lots of lights and sounds too, ones that are open-ended.) Let's not even get started about the amount of commercials between these shows for all kinds of toys, telling children they need these things, as well as fast food chains promoting unhealthy food. I can't afford it, you don't need it, don't tempt my child with it, it's useless.

I am not claiming to be superwoman, mother of the year by any means. I screw up a lot, especially being pregnant, tired, hormonal and uncomfortable, dealing with the energizer bunny energy of a 2 year old. I pick my battles. To me, healthy eating, learning/education and bonding are the most important things for children and families. This to me, means little or no tv. I've raised my voice a few too many times. I've given into sugary snacks. I have left work and went shopping while Kian was at daycare. I'm not perfect.

Everyone has their own priorities and their own ideas on what is best for them, their children and families. I just was surprised at the outrage at me for not allowing my child to not indulge in tv constantly. I was called overprotective, a bitch, shallow, mean, close-minded, and on and on it went. I sort of expected more parents to agree that tv watching in toddlers isn't a good idea.

Are there some good things to come of tv watching? Yes! But, as the experts suggest it needs to be limited shows, limited times, educational shows, and parents should always watch with the kids to expand on the ideas from the plot. If Dora is visiting her Abuela then you can turn that show off when it's over and talk about the grandparents in the child's life and look at pictures or perhaps make them a card/picture. This teaches them that it's more than entertainment to fill time and silence. It generalizes skills learned on the show.

Choosing age appropriate shows is also important. Like I said, Spongebob entertains me and I find it funny, but it's not a show for a toddler. Keeping it simple, short and sweet is key. We choose Veggie Tales, the occasional Mickey Mouse Club show, and we love the word shows on PBS I feel that these shows promote quality themes, learning opportunities along with some fun music and clean humor that are important to our family. If your child is developing appropriately and watching a few hours per day of tv, then you probably have nothing to be worried about, just make sure you're spending quality family time together as well. There are much worse things you could be doing...

Not Me!



Join in MckMama's "Not Me Mondays" by going to her site and linking up. It's a way to NOT admit the things we've (NOT) done =)


*I most certainly did NOT vacuum and steam clean the entire van. And I did NOT notice until I was done that I had it in the rinse cycle the entire time, as in not using the soap. Nope. Who would do that at 9 months pregnant anyways?

*I do NOT let my child run away buck-naked most of the time to facilitate the potty training process. And he has NOT ever pooped on the floor. (But, he only had 2 accidents this week! He just waits to go poopy in the diaper, whatever.)

*I did NOT lift a huge box of heavy paper at work, that did NOT weigh about 50 lbs, and I of course did NOT pull a muscle in my groin.

I did NOT throw the remote at my husband's leg when I did NOT get mad at him for watching TV instead of playing with Kian. Nope, not me!

I have NOT spent a jillion dollars at Wegmans and Target the last 2 weeks because I am NOT nesting and NOT preparing for this baby, like my life depended on it, like everyone will starve and be filthy because of me if I don't. Nope, not me!

*I did NOT find and vacuum up the most disgusting cat fur ball from under my bed and dressers. It was NOT the size of a cantaloupe when I put it all together. I wouldn't let that happen in my room, not me!

*I am NOT already researching, planning and trying to book a week's vacation camping in the Adirondacks for next summer, nope, not me!


Now, what have you NOT done?

It's that time again...game guessing time!

We did this with Kian and it was quite fun to see the responses. So, I'll do it again for baby #2.

Go there and register your guesses on birth date, weight, height, etc. Maybe I'll come up with an actual prize this time for whoever (whomever?) is closest!

Preparations

Well, I think we're about as prepared for this baby as can be. We have all the "gear" from last time. Half of it we didn't use with Kian and I don't believe we'll use this time either, but I could be wrong. We used the swing exactly 4 times with Kian and the exersaucer about the same. He was just as content to sit with us or to play on the floor, and slept just fine in his bassinet or crib so we didn't employ many devices to assist us. But, this baby may have the complete opposite personality than Kian- "like cheese and chalk" my Irish client told me. That made me giggle, and I loved hearing his accent saying it.

Our pack-n-play was recalled from Kian so we returned the pieces of it and bought a new one. This one is slightly smaller, but is easier to push around from room to room and fits through doorways, which is a plus. The clothes are washed and in the dresser. The diapers are stocked. The bags are packed. The bedding is all prepared, on the bed and in the bassinet. Lists are made and checked off.

I need to install the carseat in the van and make sure it fits next to Kian's properly. That's about the only thing I can think of to physically do before he arrives. Everything else is purely emotional and mental preparation. We've tried to get Kian as prepared as he can be. He is in love with 'baby brother' in my belly: reads to him, tries to feed him, gives him his animals, etc. Tells me what baby brother likes and doesn't like, talks and sings to him; yesterday he finally fell asleep for a nap after I laid down with him and he had to have his arm around baby brother and sleep with him he told me. He cups his hands under my belly and tells me he's "holding my baby brother". TOO cute!

But, as for having a "real" crying, needy baby in the house? We'll see. Not to dampen his enthusiasm but for every thing he says about baby brother I tell him that he will cry, will need mommy to hold him, change his diaper, etc. We'll see how much of it sinks in! But, he has been practicing holding Rocky "like hold baby brother". The cat puts up with is, which is great.

Kevin's getting that anxious, nervous, freak out period again, just like right before Kian was born. He's short tempered, irritable. You know, the male version of PMS. I think the thought of 2 is throwing him and he's afraid we'll never have a single second of peace and quiet, or alone time again. Which we know isn't true, and I tried to tell him that. He'll get over it as soon as the baby is born, just like last time. And he's just so thrilled that we're having another boy, I think he'll be over the moon. I tell him to shush as he is not the one who has to do all the work to get this baby out anyway!

But, I'd better go check my list just one more time...