Tobias has been much more like the happy toddler he was before all of the changes that came with moving. For a long while there Tobias seemed to be a real cranky child. We were hearing the "no" word a lot and there were many many temper tantrums. As the upstairs started to come together, my happy baby seemed to return a little each day.
My lovely mother helped explain that there were probably two causes for his mood change. First mommy was stressed with all the work that needed to be done and he was taking my lead. As they say "When mamma's not happy; ain't nobody happy." The second was with everything put in its place there was no longer anything for him to get into trouble for getting into; the reason he started really using the word "no." It probably also helped that before going to pick Toby up from daycare we made sure that we would bring up a toy or two that he use to play with at the old apartment. It was always great seeing him enter the house, because he would notice all of the little things that mom and I did, and he was SO excited about everything.
At the end of last week Toby's big boy bed was finally put together and he has fallen in love with it! Mostly I think he likes the fact that he doesn't have to wait for mom or dad to come to him, he can come to us at 5 in the morning. In the almost week he has been sleeping in the bed he has only woke up crying once, and didn't hesitate to climb out of bed and find us in our room for a little snuggle.
Toby is also growing anxious for the arrival of his little brother or sister. Everyday he runs into our bedroom and straight to the bassinet saying "baybe baybe" we have to explain that baby isn't here yet. He still loves to kiss the belly and has recently started to lay his head on the belly as if to listen for the baby. When asked if the baby is a boy or girl, he consistently says "gir," he also will tell you he doesn't want the baby out of mommy's belly.
The last month he would scream and bawl when I dropped him off at daycare. Recently I've been able to drop him off with just a couple of whimpers. I think he's finally getting use to the children and new care provider. He's always gotten along with the kids, but now that the big kids aren't leaving for school everyday he likes that there are more kids to play. This makes me feel better when I drop him off, as I no longer worry about why he gets so upset.
I can't believe my little baby is 18 months old (1 1/2 years)! What is worse is his doctor says he acts more like a 2 year old. My baby is growing up too fast! I wish he would slow down, but he doesn't want to. He's always asking "Whas tis?" and repeating the word you say until it sounds very close to what you said. It scares me how much he can communicate in words and how much he understands.
Well this post has became longer than I was wanting to make it. It's just hard to not brag about Toby. I'd post pictures, but again I don't have the camera to take the pictures from. I'll post more soon.
Jun 14, 2012
Jun 12, 2012
Come baby come
I was planning on talking about making brownies with T on Sunday, but realized that hubby has the camera in his car. Actually is seems he has most everything in his car lately that I could use to relax. All because I packed my hospital bag while my mother was up last week, and Heath has decided to keep it in the car for safe keeping, and so that in our rush out of the house he/we won't forget it.
I realized I technically still have 3 weeks until the official d-day, but at last weeks doctors appointment I was 2cm dilated and 60% effaced. It didn't dawn on me until I left the doctor that I was already over halfway thinned, and she was just debating the need for another ultra-sound. So if I haven't had the baby by 2:30 tomorrow I will get to see he/she one more time on the screen. Honestly I would much rather be holding the baby than looking at it on a screen. All these ultra sounds make up for the fact that we were horrible at taking belly pictures with this one. I believe if I make it to Wednesday's appointment that it will be ultra sound #6 or #7. Honestly I find that to be too many ultra sounds.
On my side of all of this, is that I'm completely ready to have the baby. I'd be happy if he/she arrived today. My hips are starting to really hurt as baby dropped into the pelvis almost 3 weeks ago. My braxton hicks contractions have become more intense, still not painful and unfortunately no pattern. The baby has continued its active status even though there is little room for him/her to move in there, sometimes it feels as if a somersault has occurred in my womb. I have been nesting like crazy, which did not happen with little T so that is a whole new feeling for me, I just wished Hubby got the nesting urge too.
On the nesting side I have to be very thankful that God blessed me with the mother that he did. Last week hubby was traveling for work so my mother felt it best (I couldn't have agreed more) that she stay the week with T and I so that if I did go into labor someone was here for/with me. Not only that but she made our upstairs actually look like a house! We no longer have boxes upstairs except for ones that clothes are being stored in, all dishes were washed (this was a lot because we washed everything that came out of a box), and both upstairs bathrooms were cleaned top to bottom. If it wasn't for mom, I'd still be wondering around aimlessly upstairs deciding what to do because I was/am a big picture person, and mom had to show me its more manageable if I set small goals. Now my goal is to keep the upstairs looking that way while I begin work on the downstairs. In all that my mother has done for me in my 25 years has made me wish that I can be at least 1/2 the mother she is.
I realized I technically still have 3 weeks until the official d-day, but at last weeks doctors appointment I was 2cm dilated and 60% effaced. It didn't dawn on me until I left the doctor that I was already over halfway thinned, and she was just debating the need for another ultra-sound. So if I haven't had the baby by 2:30 tomorrow I will get to see he/she one more time on the screen. Honestly I would much rather be holding the baby than looking at it on a screen. All these ultra sounds make up for the fact that we were horrible at taking belly pictures with this one. I believe if I make it to Wednesday's appointment that it will be ultra sound #6 or #7. Honestly I find that to be too many ultra sounds.
On my side of all of this, is that I'm completely ready to have the baby. I'd be happy if he/she arrived today. My hips are starting to really hurt as baby dropped into the pelvis almost 3 weeks ago. My braxton hicks contractions have become more intense, still not painful and unfortunately no pattern. The baby has continued its active status even though there is little room for him/her to move in there, sometimes it feels as if a somersault has occurred in my womb. I have been nesting like crazy, which did not happen with little T so that is a whole new feeling for me, I just wished Hubby got the nesting urge too.
On the nesting side I have to be very thankful that God blessed me with the mother that he did. Last week hubby was traveling for work so my mother felt it best (I couldn't have agreed more) that she stay the week with T and I so that if I did go into labor someone was here for/with me. Not only that but she made our upstairs actually look like a house! We no longer have boxes upstairs except for ones that clothes are being stored in, all dishes were washed (this was a lot because we washed everything that came out of a box), and both upstairs bathrooms were cleaned top to bottom. If it wasn't for mom, I'd still be wondering around aimlessly upstairs deciding what to do because I was/am a big picture person, and mom had to show me its more manageable if I set small goals. Now my goal is to keep the upstairs looking that way while I begin work on the downstairs. In all that my mother has done for me in my 25 years has made me wish that I can be at least 1/2 the mother she is.
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