The Peanut had another playdate this week (he’s got a busy social calendar) with his best buddy. I love when they get together because his friend tries to feed him, his parents are dear friends of ours and we let the boys run wild.
There were water games, rice cakes, ambulance races and two completely exhausted toddlers by the end of the day.
The little fish inside is making me ill all day long, just like last time. You’d think I’d be used to it, but sadly, no. It makes working so hard, as sitting upright is a struggle.
You’d think after hundreds of years of children being born the medical field would’ve figured out how to make it easier.
For some reason, though I remember the pain, heartburn, sleeplessness and uncomfortableness of late pregnancy, I had forgotten the overwhelming all day nausea of early pregnancy.
It’s debilitating, to say the least. If I’m not working or entertaining the Peanut, I’m flat on my back trying not to puke.
I’ve eaten more peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the past two weeks than I did in the past decade, and I still have 4-5 weeks to go to get out of the first trimester.
Ugh.
The Peanut had a play date with his girlfriend today. She’s one month younger, but probably two inches taller and is quite the daredevil. She climbed up and fell off our elliptical, tipped over the Little Tikes car with herself inside and choked quite spectacularly on a chip.
She hugged and kissed the Peanut goodbye – he was shocked, arms at his sides, eyes wide and begging for rescue.
By the time she left, I’d had at least two minor heart attacks. And the Peanut went to bed early, lol.
My mom’s been talking about getting the entire family to go to Hawaii in a year or so. I love Hawaii, but hate the idea of such a long plane ride with a toddler. I keep telling her that yes, Hawaii is gorgeous, but we have the Bahamas just south of us… a very short plane ride away. And we haven’t been there yet.
No, she insists, we need to go back to Hawaii. It’s been too long. I want to see our friends there and take the Peanut.
My resistance wavered today when I saw these amazing photos posted on Neatorama. Wow.
After dinner we let the Peanut scurry down the sidewalk from the restaurant, one of his favorite things to do (sidewalks are super! cool!). He walked up to a group of guys eating at an outside table and said, “Hi!” They smiled and said hi back, chuckling a little at his exuberance. He smiled and continued on his way, stopping only when the sidewalk ended – and I told him he had to turn around.
We had his first scheduled date with the occupational therapist this morning. They sat on the floor and played; he was delighted at all the new toys that came out of her bag. It’s an interesting thing to sit and watch your child play with a “teacher” in your house. Do we play too? Do we intercede at any point? He came over to us a couple of times and sat in our laps, but for the most part he happily played.
Her goal is to work with him on communicating more, something that’s odd to me, as he communicates pretty well in my opinion. Except that they think it’s more we know how to read him, so it’s less about him and more about us. We know when he’s hungry or tired or done with dinner; we know when he wants to read or play or be left to his own devices. Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do with toddlers?
Her one takeaway from the day that she mentioned to us was that he likes to be in control (LOL) and perhaps that’s why he fights eating. He doesn’t get to control much, but he can certainly control what goes in his mouth. I can’t fault him there, being in control is embedded in his genes from my side of the family.
