Now We Are Two


20
Nov 10

Shopping with Toddlers

So.  Yesterday I learned a huge lesson.

Long excursions to the mall aren’t exactly a two year old’s idea of a well spent afternoon.  And he’s likely to let you know this sooner or later.


20
Aug 10

Beautifying Your Lunch, Toddler Style

(Voiced by 26 month old Jack-Evan, typed by Mommy)

It took me 10 whole minutes to get my plate arranged this beautifully!

I did it all by myself, so please bare with me as I gloat.

Love, Jack-Evan

P.S.  It was such a lovely looking plate that I couldn’t bare to destroy it,
so promptly after finishing the arrangement I screamed for my ice cream cone.


10
Aug 10

How to Catch a Papa

(Voiced by 26 month old Jack-Evan, typed by Mommy)

Step 1. Grab his tie when he isn’t looking.  Pretend that you aren’t looking either.

Step 2: When he does look, don’t let go.

Step 3: If he begins to choke…hang on tight, because it means you’ve almost caught him.

Step 4:   Hurray!  You caught him!  Now you can claim him as your very own.

Love, Jack-Evan

P.S.  This is MY papa.  NOT yours.  I caught him.  You didn’t.
He’s MINE.  You can’t have him.


5
Aug 10

A Fabulous Educational Blog Post About Tot-Schooling That You’ll Love

…..Or….

In which Mommy wanted to impress, but it just really doesn’t work out that way.

You know, there are so many truly awesome blogs out there where mommies are constantly popping post after fabulous post showing what appears to be perfect little toddler and preschoolers creating perfect little projects while learning perfect little lessons about life.

Heck, some of the kids are not even toddlers yet.

(It’s all amazing how much little kids are capable of when given the chance to truly succeed!)

Recently, having read everything I could get my hands on about teaching my up-&-coming toddler, I was beyond impressed and filled to the brim with creative ideas. So. I went out and bought the trays and the gadgets and created all the homemade whatsits to store in the perfect playroom.  The scene was set, the supplies were here, and the earth was his oyster…or something like that.

Visions of this bloggy photo perfection I’d seen in other preschool blogs were hovering all around me.

That’s right, folks.  Forget sugar plums.  Visions of smiling, happy kids (not even 3 years old yet) pouring beeds, cutting out papers, reciting their state capitals, and dot-markering the letter A for Alligator danced in my head.

In some of those more extreme visions, my toddler would excitedly - but carefully – explore the wonders of the art world and be hailed as the next Rembrandt by his 5th birthday….

Art would be his calling.

Through art, he would fulfill all of mommy’s desires to be an artist.

Oh yes.  I said it.

Mommy’s desires.

(See, I cannot draw worth a lick.  It sucks.  I’d be a millionaire on Cafepress if I could JUST DRAW dang it).

Early art training would easily solve that.

Right?

(We call the above masterpiece, “Paper Turkey in the Straw”.)

Then, after it was all said and done, I would upload my 107 photos and blog happily about each activity we accomplished along with what pertinent area of development it corresponded with.

All of my photos would be perfect and my readers would then oooohhh and ahhhh over what a fantabulous mom I had suddenly turned into.

It was all soooo very simple.

………………………………

Now.  I could stop these photos right here and happily let you think that I finally DID fulfill this mommy-teaching-a-wild-2-year-old-lessons-everyday thing.

And for 9.5 seconds I silently pondered if that would be the right thing to do or not.

But then reality hit and I remembered something.

I’m not. that. mom.

You know the one.  The one with the educational blog posts we all admire and drool over when we are out there in bloggy land gathering the most absitively posilutely fabulous tips on lapbooking for tots, tot schooling, and all around tot learning goodness.

I’m not her.  I’m not anyone else.  I’m just… me…… a doofus mom haphazardly documenting this runaway train called “growth” in my not-so-little-anymore firstborn child- both the good parts and the bad.   With a 2 year old and a newborn, there are some days when I do good to put my pants on when I get out of bed.

Heck, there are some days when I do good to even FIND my pants.

I truly want the best for my son, just like you all out there want the best for your kids.  Yet sometimes….somedays…(and I’m loathe to admit this)…Seseme Street is the best I can manage.  One day I’ll get it all together, but until then, I’ll close my computer, stop daydreaming, and remember that our life is our life.  It’s far from perfect, but it is fun.

Fortunately, my son is coming along just fine despite my faults.

And the perfect art lesson shown at the start of this post?
Here are the photos showing real life near the end of that art lesson….

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And considering that Michelangelo got his big break in ceiling artwork, I may have a genius on my hands afterall…


1
Aug 10

My Mommy, the (Terrible) Hairstylist

(Voiced by a then-24-month-old Jack-Evan, typed now by Mommy)

……

Dear Everyone,

I would really appreciate if someone would loan my mommy $8 for the barber shop because I really don’t want to spend my life looking like this.  After all, I have a reputation to build and older girls to catch.

Thank you.

Sincerely,

Jack-Evan

P.S.  Please don’t tell my mommy.  I love my mommy.  Put the $8 in an unmarked unanimous envelope and slip it to me under my nursery door.  I will then pretend I found it and then pretend to be interested in a barbershop the next time we pass one.

P.S.S.  If someone could send me a picture of a barber shop so I’ll know it when I see it, I would greatly appreciate it.  Thanks.

P.S.S.S.  Don’t tell mommy.


27
Jul 10

Mama needs her baby back!

Back away, little girls!

These dashing cousins are only 18 months apart, and already plotting their daring escapades & double dates.

(I’m definitely not letting Little Jack borrow the car keys anytime soon though.)

Couldn’t he have waited just 4.7 seconds longer to turn into a little man???

Mama needs her baby back.


18
Jul 10

How to Potty Train Your Duck

(Voiced by 26 month old Jack-Evan, typed by Mommy)

Once upon a time, my mommy told me that she didn’t like diapers anymore.

So she taught me how to use a big bowl that she calls a potty.

(Potty sounds so unsophisticated, but I’m sure she knows what she’s talking about.  After all, she is mommy.)

Well, If you can remember, a couple years ago I headed a large duck rescue mission.

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In my excitement of learning to use the adult contraption called a “potty” I realized
I could liberate my ducky friends even more by teaching them this cool new skill….

Everything was going just fine until my mommy walked in.

Maybe I should have asked her first?


16
Jul 10

Life in the Fast (Food) Lane

Yep. That’s where we were.

Taco Bell to be exact.  We pulled up in the long lunchtime line and stopped a few feet behind a large truck whose driver was placing his order at the speaker.   After a minute or so of silent waiting, 26 month old Jack yells out the window “MOOOVE!”.

I ignored him once hoping the fellow in front of us didn’t hear.

Unfortunately, the second time he yelled slightly louder since, apparently, the 1st time didn’t do the trick.

Embarrassed, I turn and tell him that it’s OK, and that the poor hungry fellow in front of us will move as soon as he is finished ordering his little lunch.

Another minute of happy silence passes.

And then…. “MOOOOOOVVVEEEEEE!!!!” Jack yells, a 3rd and final time.

Whether it was by fate or sheer coincidence, at that exact moment the fellow in front of us suddenly pulls ahead in the line and we’re able to move up to the speaker.

And what does my son do?

He begins singing “We did it!” and dancing in his seat, waving his arms in circles excitedly ala Dora the Explorer.

We did it…we did it…oh yes we did it.

We forced the mean ol’ truck that was stopped in our way, dang it, to MOOOOVVEEEE.  Just so we could order our  number 4 cheesy beef burrito $2 meal deal.

Oh yes, we did it.

At least, according to my 2 year old, we did.


2
Jul 10

10 Things I’ve Learned as a Mother of a Toddler

10. Nothing is static. The amazingly obedient toddler of yesterday may suddenly discover the concept of disobedience today. And it will most likely happen while you are immobile and nursing a newborn.

9. Toddler poop is the worst smell on earth.

8.  Silence is the worst sound on earth.

7.  A tiny voice filled with laughter, followed by the word Mama! is the best sound on earth.

6.  You’re able to tell others exactly what your toddler is doing, even when he is silent, 100 feet away, and behind 5 solid walls.

5.  The car seat straps have to be adjusted every few days because he is growing so fast.

4. Car seat straps are adjustable only by removing the entire said carseat.

3. The latch system which holds said car seat in place takes 2 big adult peoples to unlatch.

2. Food?  In the car seat? Yeh. An entire 3rd world country could have been fed with what you’re able to scrounge up.

….and last but not least….

1. In the arms of those you love is the most wonderful place to take a snooze.


30
Jun 10

Teaching a 26 month old the Alphabet

…why we just read and read til we were silly in the head!

But seriously though, I’ve been reading Dr. Seuss’s ABC to Jack at every nap and at bedtime since Maggie was born on May 15 (it was my way of spending some extra-snuggly mommy/son quality time with him while daddy handled the baby).

This book is awesome.  It’s one of his most famous ones and starts out with “Big A, Little a, what begins with A?  Aunt Annie’s Alligator, A…a…A!!”. My mom read it to me even as I approached teenhood (we always had a mutual fondness for the humor in Dr. Suess).

So imagine this… Jack is laying in his 3-sided-crib-turned-toddler-bed tucked under his blankie and I’m snuggled up beside him with a huge pile of books beside us.  The “night night light” lamp is casting a dim glow around his yellow nursery, and cozy darkness envelops the windows.  As I lay there reading, I always point to the words that I’m reading.

Speaking of….  I can’t imagine how a child would ever learn to read if the words he is hearing during a story isn’t being pointed out to him?  My mom did this when she read to me, and I’ve always done it for Jack.  It’s so simple – just place your finger under the sentence and move it along as you read the words.  Not hard at all, really.  Yet I’ve never seen anyone else do it.  Not even at reading circle!  But yeh.  I’m a pointer.  And the ABC book is a beloved favorite that we both enjoy pointing our way through and laughing over each night!  Who’s to say bedtime can’t be educational, even for a two year old?

And that’s what our bedtime routine looks like.  Right after bathtime and one last drink of milk, we snuggle up together, just us two, and we read the night away, typically 8-10 books in a sitting.  I love it, Jack loves it, and all is right with the world.

With my son, I have great great fun!  Great great fun when the day is done! (Ok, sorry, Dr. Suess I am not.)

Other than the ABC book, a few of the current books we read night after night include “Katie the Kitten”, “Green Eggs and Ham”, “The Foot Book”, “Hand, Hand, Fingers Thumb” (can you tell I <3 Dr. Suess???), “Maisy Makes Gingerbread”, “The Owl and the Pussycat” and “Beady the Bear” (which I HIGHLY recommend as a read aloud!).

But I digress…this post was supposed to be about teaching my toddler the alphabet… right??  Anywho.

Well, at the beginning of the ABC book, we sing the alphabet song twice (because the entire alphabet appears on the front inside cover) and then we sing it twice when we finish the book (we might as well because, yet again, those crazy ABC’s appear right there on the inside back cover too!)

While reading, I also casually go over letter sounds.  We never hit all of them as I must gauge his current interest and only do as many as he prefers.  For instance I may quickly go over the sounds for A, M, T, and S and nothing more.  He absolutely loves it though.  He’s always loved the “what does ____ say?” game, so translating it into the beginning stages of reading readiness works very well for us.  I began by simply saying “A says Ah ah ah!” and “B says buh buh buh” at the beginning of the book while pointing to the letter in question.  Once in a while I’ll slip in what a letter says after reading a random page (“Look!  P says Puh Puh Puh”).  We went through this for about a week before he began to show letter recognition.  Once his recognition kicked in though, I began to ask the question “What does A say?” first and then I would wait a second to see if he would reply, if not, then I would answer the question myself and then continue with the book.

During the mid-half of the 2nd week, he began excitedly voicing many answers himself while pointing to the correct letter.  (This really excited me!)

Later that same week, I began blending sounds into words to emphasize them too, such as this line from Dr. Suess that goes “Buh” “Barber, Baby” “BUH” “Bubbles, and a BUH Bumblebee”.  As I emphasize the sound, I point out the letter and run my finger across the word I’m reading. I also began pointing out letters in our other books and in print elsewhere – for instance, I would point out the “c”, “a”, and the “t” in Pussycat while reading “The Owl and the Pussycat”.   “Look Jack!  hey!  There’s the letter A!  What does A say?”  - and he would grin, bounce, and reply “Ah ah ah”.  To him it’s a fun fun game that (currently) has very little meaning behind it.  To me, however, it’s the first itty bitty baby steps in a life long love of literature (which is my goal).

Somewhere in the 4th week, he began to actually pick up the ABC book and point out letters by himself and say the correct sound.  (Now THIS really excites his Dada!).   Jack-Evan is absolutely thrilled that there is something new in his world that he can “recognize”.   Whoohoo! He’s making connections, people.  And isn’t that what growing up is all about?

As of today, a little over 6 weeks later, he can correctly recognize, point out by himself and make the sounds for A, B, C, and P anywhere we are.   He can make the sound for S, T, and M if I point them out for him.  He can also sight read the word “Papa” (his favorite person in the world- so that came pretty easily).  Sometimes he finds letters on his own without any prompting from us.  And in all truthfulness, outside of our nap and bedtime reading sessions, I spend no time working on the alphabet with him other than the occasional moments he brings it up himself.  So the ABC book has been a great tool in encouraging both me and Jack to not only spend a little time together but to work on the alphabet as well.

One last note…if anyone was wondering, I believe in teaching a mixture of phonics and sight reading.  Phonics teaches a person how to decode the written English language, and sight reading builds speed.  They go hand in hand.