Chronicles of Us
It has been awhile since I have done bullets, and this post has been swirling through my head for days, meaning that it may be long (sorry Jaime!) and that it may be all over the place. Bullets seem to be the way to go...that way if you want to skim, it may be easier to do so 
- Wednesday morning Landon was brushing his teeth and afterwards, came running out to the living room to show me that he had lost his second tooth. I was all excited for him, but when I asked where the tooth was, he didn't know. I searched the bathroom, but it was no where to be found. He didn't know if he had lost it brushing his teeth or in his bed...he had no idea. But it was bleeding a tad...so I think he brushed it out. Now you are probably assuming he just swallowed it, but you have to understand Landon. The kid could pick out a grain of sand in a mouthful of food. Nothing gets past his mouth that he doesn't want in there. He has a gag reflex of a champion. There is no way he swallowed that tooth. The only other option is that it fell down the drain. But the drain was half closed, so it would be a stretch. We decided to leave the tooth fairy a note under his pillow that night, and she still obliged him with a little reward. But in my perfectionist mindset, I am greatly perturbed about where that dumb tooth is. When I was a kid I always wondered how other kids could lose teeth and now know when or where they went. Everything has a place and a time. I guess my child is teaching me to stretch a little in that area...but I still scour the bathroom at least a few times a day hoping to find that dumb thing. I am just sure it will turn up...eventually.
- Right before we left for our trip Noah went through some crazy sleeping problems. You have to understand, that child has slept perfectly since day two of his life. He goes down happily, puts himself to sleep and you never hear from him until morning. Like clockwork. But suddenly, I was putting him down and he would just scream and scream and scream. I tried rocking him, but then I felt like that was making the problem worse. I began to think he must have an ear infection (he was just coming off a cold, wasn't sleeping and was refusing his pacy), so I took him to the doctor with no other symptom than that he wouldn't sleep. I wanted a resolution before camping. I really labor over taking my kids to the doctor. I don't' like to do it unless I am confident there is a good reason to do so. But Noah's sudden sleep change had me so concerned (probably bc it was bringing back nightmares from child 1). But the verdict: no ear infection, perfectly healthy. So we went home and put some tough love into action. About three days later, Landon handed me Noah's pacy and said, "Look Mom, it has a hole in it." Sure enough...the thing looked like it had been shot. There was my answer. I had inadvertently broken Noah of the pacy and didn't even know it. A pacifier with a hole in it is not suckable...that was why he was screaming and not going to sleep and refusing the pacy. It all made sense. You would think I was a wise mother and since we had gone through the trouble of breaking him (albeit without knowing it) we would roll with it. But no...we were about to go camping, and I needed the security of knowing I could stick something in his mouth to keep dirty hands out and loud noises in. So he is back to using it. I am going to kick myself for this, I know.
- The irony in the above story is that the night we got home from camping, Noah was back to screaming at bedtime again. I thought he was spoiled from the trip (sleeping next to us...you have to improvise on a camping trip). So I let him work it out. For a looooong time. I did try rocking him twice, but everytime I put him back in his crib he was screaming again. I had no idea what was going on with him (I even gave him a new pacy...just in case). You would think I had learned the first time. I took him Tuesday for his well-baby check up. The poor child has an ear infection. The moral of this story: if your child is doing something totally out of character, it is probably safe to say there is some reason for it, be it obscure (like a hole in a pacifier) or rather obvious (intense ear pain).
- I love going to bed at night and laying there listening to the quiet. There are not many times in a day that my house is silent. I just find such solace in those few moments of quiet. I love it. On that same note, my neighbor had my kids for a few hours yesterday while I worked on my paper. Towards the end of my working, I stopped for a moment and noticed the silence and how uncharacteristic it was for that time of day. No feet pattering across the kitchen. No playing noises. No calling my name. Just silence. I loved it...but at the same time, it was kind of lonely. Children fill a home with life. They really, really do.
- The colors around here are absolutely amazing right now. GORGEOUS. I wish it could remain like this for the next 6 months, instead of 6 days
- During the course of this ear infection, Noah has been extremely clingy to me. As in, I can't walk two steps without him literally wrapped around my knees. Sometimes I want to throw up my hands and scream in frustration, because I can't get anything done. But other times, I cherish the closeness that I know is fleeting. Yesterday he woke up from his afternoon nap crying so I got him up and came and laid on the couch with him. He promptly fell back asleep on me and stayed that way for over an hour. As the time inched closer to 5pm, I knew I needed to get dinner in the oven, but I could not move (since he was on me). I battled back and forth for awhile, until finally I just succumbed to not moving. And I fell in love all over again with the little toddler rhythmically breathing on my chest. And we ate a later dinner...so what. Those moments are so precious...
- Last year when we went camping, Landon called the trailer, "The trayrow." We thought it was so cute and we laughed about it and mimicked it all year. Unfortunately, this year...he can say trailor...except that his L's are w's...so now it is "The traiwer." Not quite as cute as Trayrow.
- Landon is turning 5 on the 28th of this month. I have to say that this birthday is throwing me a little. I don't feel old enough to have a 5 year old, and I also can't quite get my mind (or my heart) around my first born baby being 5 years old. Five just seems so old. And yet, right before my very eyes he has become a boy. He talks like a boy, he plays like a boy, he thinks like a boy. More on all of this later. I am sure a sentimental post will accompany his birthday...if you aren't sappy...you can skip that one
- Landon just asked me a question about this slime toy he has. I answered and he promptly said, "Maybe Daddy will know more about this than you." When I asked why, he said, "Because boys know everything and girls don't. Girls only know how to water plants and take pictures and make sandwiches." What do you even say to that? You know how all the experts say that around age 5 and especially by age 10 most boys begin to separate themselves from their mother and attach to the father figure. This is normal and healthy. In small ways, I am beginning to see this with my son. It makes me happy because I know it is healthy and that it is part of the process of him developing into a man. But it does indeed tug at my mama heart when I ask him if he wants to come somewhere with me or stay with dad, and he, without any uncertainty, chooses daddy. It didn't use to be this way. But he is growing up, and with that I know I need to let him be a boy...in order to one day be a man.
- And I think that officially meets the criteria for the world's longest post. Have a great weekend, friends!
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