Yesterday, Pax asked me if we could change his sheets to the other set that I have for his bed. I told him that no, we would change them another day. His sheets were clean and Asher was needing to be fed. No, we weren't changing sheets right then for no reason. I intentionally decided not to say anything about having to change them if he tee-teed on them... why give a kid any ideas, right?
Flashback 28 years or so... I LOVED to change my clothes as a little girl. I have memory of going into my sister's dresser and putting on some of her clothes just because it was fun to wear something different. I'm still kinda like that today. I love to borrow someone else's clothes and I still change my clothes sometimes without reason. To prevent the laundry from taking over our home, my mom put a limit to my clothes changing in the day: Pick and outfit and stay in it. I was potty trained at the time, but I quickly discovered that if you pee on your clothes, you can change them... multiple times a day if desired. I'm sure you can imagine how that went over.
Pax is REALLY close to being officially potty trained. He hasn't had an accident in a couple of weeks. We've got a hurdle or two to get over, but we're almost there. I usually keep him in a diaper or pull up overnight , just in case. Last night, he was insistent that he was ready to wear underwear overnight. And truly, he's probably right. He's almost always dry when he wakes up. I liked his desire for independence and I indulged it.
This morning... 6:30 a.m. Pax came into the room and said, "Mommy, I'm wet." I was surprised, but accidents happen, so I hopped up to go help get him in dry clothes and get the sheets into the washing machine. My feet had hardly touched the floor when he said, "Can we get my other sheets now?" It takes one to know one...he quickly fessed up (without my prodding) that he tee-teed ON PURPOSE after he woke up in order to get his other sheets.
I can hear my mom laughing as she reads this... Damn that karma.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
That's NOT right!
To follow the lead of a dear friend, I'll warn you that this post is about breastfeeding... not like the technical aspects of how it happens, more of the comical aspects of breastfeeding with a verbal and curious two-year-old watching, but if you're uncomfortable with talking about my nipples, then I suggest you skip this post altogether.
Breastfeeding was an easy choice for me, almost not even a choice. I just knew it was what I was going to do and I was going to make it work. Thankfully, it was something that came easily to me and to both boys right off the bat. Nursing is infinitely more interesting and challenging this time around because I am rarely alone. Asher has yet to spread out his feedings so he eats about every 1.5 to 2 hours during the day... it's pretty hard to fit in a time to even pump a bottle in between, so my nursing cover is my uniform and needless to say, I spend a fair amount of my time in various locations with baby on boob. I really love the snuggly intimacy of nursing a baby and Pax has been a great sport . He's been so helpful and he's getting the hang of what I can and can't do while nursing. Read a book? Yes. Drive cars? Yes. Climb to the back of the car in order to get a toy tossed behind the carseat? Um... maybe, but I'm not sure I'm willing to try it.
Shortly after arriving home from the hospital, Asher needed to eat. I began feeding him and Pax watched with concerned interest. I decided just to let it play itself out. After a minute or two, Pax finally piped up.
Pax: Mommy, what he doing?
Me: He's drinking milk.
Pax: Mommy, that baby is... CHOMPING you. (With a concerned and slightly disgusted look on his face.) That's NOT right.
My nursing cover is with me almost always. Pax likes to put it on backwards and wear it as a cape. I keep trying to decide what his superhero name should be wearing a nursing cover. When I was nursing without the cover at home the other day, Pax suggested that I cover the baby up. I guess he doesn't realize I'm not being discrete about the baby.
I was pumping in front of Pax the other day and he told me that the breast pump was saying "Build it". I almost choked on my water I laughed so hard, but I have to agree. The breast pump talks. Call me crazy, but when I began pumping for Paxon two years ago, I swore that the pump said "Mee-ilk! Mee-ilk! Mee-ilk!" I didn't mention it to anyone until I read this several months after I'd heard it. This time around, I've really not noticed, but next time I pump I'll be listening for "Build It!"
Just this week as I was nursing Asher, Pax came over and snuggled up to me. He then stealthily slipped his hand INTO my bra and suggested that perhaps he could try the other side. He didn't seem surprised at all when I declined. Poor kiddo, it did make me realize that he's missing being the center of my attention and affection when we're at home during the day together.
My favorite quote of the week came last night as I nursed Asher. Pax, looking quite solemn, asked me if my "boobies" were gone yet. I must have had a puzzled look on my face as I was trying to decide how to respond that with my body type, I've never really had "boobies" and that yes, they will shrivel back into nothingness after I stop nursing Asher, and why was he asking anyway, but he quickly rephrased to ask if Asher had drunk all the milk, and thus, we could go outside. Ahhh... yes, Paxon, we can go outside. Good thing I paused.
Breastfeeding was an easy choice for me, almost not even a choice. I just knew it was what I was going to do and I was going to make it work. Thankfully, it was something that came easily to me and to both boys right off the bat. Nursing is infinitely more interesting and challenging this time around because I am rarely alone. Asher has yet to spread out his feedings so he eats about every 1.5 to 2 hours during the day... it's pretty hard to fit in a time to even pump a bottle in between, so my nursing cover is my uniform and needless to say, I spend a fair amount of my time in various locations with baby on boob. I really love the snuggly intimacy of nursing a baby and Pax has been a great sport . He's been so helpful and he's getting the hang of what I can and can't do while nursing. Read a book? Yes. Drive cars? Yes. Climb to the back of the car in order to get a toy tossed behind the carseat? Um... maybe, but I'm not sure I'm willing to try it.
Shortly after arriving home from the hospital, Asher needed to eat. I began feeding him and Pax watched with concerned interest. I decided just to let it play itself out. After a minute or two, Pax finally piped up.
Pax: Mommy, what he doing?
Me: He's drinking milk.
Pax: Mommy, that baby is... CHOMPING you. (With a concerned and slightly disgusted look on his face.) That's NOT right.
My nursing cover is with me almost always. Pax likes to put it on backwards and wear it as a cape. I keep trying to decide what his superhero name should be wearing a nursing cover. When I was nursing without the cover at home the other day, Pax suggested that I cover the baby up. I guess he doesn't realize I'm not being discrete about the baby.
I was pumping in front of Pax the other day and he told me that the breast pump was saying "Build it". I almost choked on my water I laughed so hard, but I have to agree. The breast pump talks. Call me crazy, but when I began pumping for Paxon two years ago, I swore that the pump said "Mee-ilk! Mee-ilk! Mee-ilk!" I didn't mention it to anyone until I read this several months after I'd heard it. This time around, I've really not noticed, but next time I pump I'll be listening for "Build It!"
Just this week as I was nursing Asher, Pax came over and snuggled up to me. He then stealthily slipped his hand INTO my bra and suggested that perhaps he could try the other side. He didn't seem surprised at all when I declined. Poor kiddo, it did make me realize that he's missing being the center of my attention and affection when we're at home during the day together.
My favorite quote of the week came last night as I nursed Asher. Pax, looking quite solemn, asked me if my "boobies" were gone yet. I must have had a puzzled look on my face as I was trying to decide how to respond that with my body type, I've never really had "boobies" and that yes, they will shrivel back into nothingness after I stop nursing Asher, and why was he asking anyway, but he quickly rephrased to ask if Asher had drunk all the milk, and thus, we could go outside. Ahhh... yes, Paxon, we can go outside. Good thing I paused.
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