Someone remind me that this phase doesn’t last forever. I don’t remember three being this hard with Ian. Ollie is nothing but a smaller version Taz from the Looney Tunes some days. He is going a million miles an hour from the moment he wakes to the moment he passes out. He used to go to sleep so easily, most nights he is screaming until he passes out. The Other night he wanted in mine and Casey’s bed (something that doesn’t happen unless your sick) so badly that he cried in the hall way outside our door (which was open) until he passed out. I am at a loss, somedays are great but oh man the majority, I feel like I am drowning. How do I handle this with out losing my mind?
I really want to shout dirty words at you til I am blue in the face. You came in my house and you affected of all people the baby (not that he is a true baby).
Poor Casey can’t even move his legs.
Not only is Ollie sick but he has been sleeping in our bed while sick, so Casey and I are lacking sleep. So we have been awake from toddler sleep antics and him waking up with his fever coming back. I am ready to be back to normal.
You entered our lives in a room filled with love and loved ones.
One month in we couldn’t remember life with out you. You were our missing puzzle piece.
Two months flew bye and your personality started to emerge. The most mellow lovable blued eye boy, you went with the flow.
Three months in and we were settling in, we had routine and you didn’t like it messed with.
The fourth month came and with came your first Christmas. You handled the chaos of it all like a champ.
Your fifth month brought with it a new year and you started sitting up all on your own.
With month six you started scooting and teething not that any teeth appeared.
Month 7, your mobility started improving.
Month 8 spring arrived and with that came a fully mobile baby. Still no teeth.
Month 9 still no teeth, crawling was a skill mastered. With still no sign of walking.
Month 10, you had dinner with a lady friend 😉 You still weren’t walking and not a teeth one.
Month 11 your brother broke his leg and you were so worried about him. It was the first time I noticed how much you cared about him. Still no walking or teeth.
12 months have past, one year. Where has this past year gone? Still no teeth, you are standing but still not walking.
Oh my blued boy, you swooped into this world and stole my heart. I hope you continue to be a caring sweet boy for all your years.
I hope that as they grow older that they stay as close as they are now. I know that it won’t always be easy for them, that they will fight. I know eventually fist will fly, but I hope in the end they will always have each others backs. I want to teach them that they are the best friends they will ever have.
I don’t remember it being so hard with Ian. Ollie on the other hand isn’t really interested, we have tried everything water, milk, juice (yes we did, judge away 2 oz is not going to kill him).
Now he can and will fake it. He might even take a drink or two. Then he just hauls it around like it a favorite old toy.
We have tried both soft spout and hard. No we haven’t tried the straw kind mainly because I hate cleaning them.
So mama’s any tips to help me get him to drink from a sippy cup?
Ian woke up acting as if he was still tired and after a few hours of meltdowns, no listening, and tears. Someone on twitter recommend taking a walk. So off we went. It was meant to be a short jaunt to the park not a 1/4 mile from our house. After we started I couldn’t think of stop that soon. We went to the park about a mile from our house.
The other night Casey was on the floor with Ian they were playing cars, which somehow turned into reading books. I love that Ian loves books, he loves everything about them. The joy he gets from reading books is contagious, you just can’t help but smile at the way he lights up when being read too.
I know that he is a little sponge at this age and that every time we read a book, even if it is the same book like 8 times in one day. He is getting something out of it, he is learning. I love that he will point out the things he has learned as we are reading. He is now even recognizing letters, and about 80 %of the time he is right.
So what are your toddlers favorite books or favorite Authors? Ian has a few favorites, Little Blue Truck(I swear I read this book at least 5 times a day, The Ravioli Kid (I don’t know where my mom found this but it is insane how much he likes this book), and The Frog and Toad short stories (though only casey can read these he does amazing voices).
The links above do use my amazon affiliate link, but that doesn’t make how many times they have been read or the amount they are loved any less real.
Whining, Crying, and Happiness.
I don’t know if today is the day to write my post about Ollie’s first 6 months. He just won’t stop with the whining add in his brother doing the same and I want to run away. In reality there have been more good days then bad but seems to me the bad stick with you longer then the good.
It is hard to believe that he has gone from such a tiny little creature. Who was easy going and didn’t know any different to the I have an opinion and I am going to let it be known dude he is today.
He can say “Hey, Mama, Dada, Bubba(this is the most recent and comical, it is always said in anger), and Abby”. I don’t know if I am relived that he is more interested in talking then moving. I know though that him stay in place days are numbered. By the crappy sleep we are getting here, I would imagine sometime in the next week.
Teeth, none that you can see but about 3-4 you can feel have popped through the gums. He isn’t a bad teether not yet, with that one of the teeth that has started is an eye tooth. So I know he is feeling it.
He loves to snuggle, and most nights around 4 am he wakes up and wants in bed with us. Unlike your brother was/is you are a snuggler. For the most part I like that, I never thought I would be a part time bed sharer. I don’t even mind it.
Food, he has tried rice cereal, banana, apple (both puree and sucked on a piece), puffs (numerous flavors) he can feed these to himself, green beans, and a few other things I can’t remember. He is finally really getting interested in what we are eating and wanting to eat him self. I don’t know how I feel about this, it seems as if his baby hood is flying by.
Don’t miss any of my adventures of being a Grown upIf you want more Bobbi, check out my babbles Pardon the flow of this post, it took me all day to get to sit down and write it. I am also running on like 4 hours sleep and hours of whining from the boys.