Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Fifteen Months



 

(Wait for me!)






Eat.  Three meals a day (7 am, 1:00ish pm, 5 pm) and 1-2 snacks (9:30 am and maybe 3 pm).  I shifted their lunch this month to after their nap.  Previously I was trying to give them lunch before they napped, around 10:30-11, but they would either A) fall asleep in their chairs or B) be super crabby and not eat very much anyway.  They are just more than ready to go to sleep by late morning.  I give them a bigger morning snack and they eat lunch when they wake up, which means sometimes they eat lunch at 12:30 and other days at 2:00.  It's kind of a weird schedule, but it works.  They are eating pretty well, too.  Caden has gotten only slightly more particular (i.e. he doesn't always automatically scarf down everything in sight), and Brooklyn is actually eating quite a bit more consistently.

Sleep.  Bedtime at 7 pm, sleep for 11-12 hours.  Nap at 11 am for 1 1/2-3 hours.  The biggest sleep transition this month has been letting them fall asleep on their own.  After a couple nights of having to go back and rock them to sleep after they fussed for 10 minutes or so, they now put themselves to sleep on their own, no problem.  Tyson and I both bring them upstairs to tuck them in their sleep sacks (which Brooklyn has become quite attached to), and then I leave while Tyson reads them some books.  They don't even cry when he leaves the room (and only did for a couple of nights anyway).  Tyson and I are both amazed at how smooth the transition was.  I think it just goes to show that they are old enough and ready to go to sleep on their own, and I'm glad we didn't force them to before now.

Play.  Not much new on this front.  They like playing with most of their toys...building with blocks and Legos, cuddling baby dolls, going in and out of their toy house, playing peek-a-boo in their fort, watching for birds out the window, playing outside as much as possible...

Caden has been driving me slightly crazy because he wants to be held a lot and carried over to point at something that he wants but can't have (usually something in the kitchen).  He really needs a lot of direction in his play, or at least someone near him.  I've noticed that he plays a lot better on his own when I'm sitting in the living room, even if I don't interact with him.  He's very curious, and wants to get into everything he can get his hands on.  This means that nothing holds his attention for very long, and he bounces from one thing to the next.

Brooklyn has gotten more interested in her baby dolls this month (we have these twin ones) and likes to cuddle one while Tyson or I cuddle the other, and then she will trade for more cuddles.  She's generally pretty happy, and will often follow me around while I do things, content to walk around smiling and babbling as we go from one room to another.  She babbles a LOT...things that sound almost like words, like maybe she's speaking a different language or something, and she's pretty good at copying sounds.

One thing that is new is their interaction with each other.  If you tell them "Go get Brooklyn/Caden!" they chase the other one down to give them hugs and kisses, or grab each others hands in what looks like the most awkward and adorable slow dance ever.  These frequently end with one accidentally tackling the other, though they think that is pretty hilarious.  Brooklyn will squeal with laughter as Caden chases her around, and sometimes all it takes is her seeing him to make her run away, whether he's actually chasing her or not.  Since they can sometimes get pretty aggressive, I've taught them "nice touches", and if we tell them to use "nice touches" they start patting each other (or sometimes themselves!) on the head like a petting a dog.












(The Dictator.)







(P.s.  Caden 20 pounds 12.5 ounces, 30.2 inches, and added two teeth (for a grand total of eight).  Brooklyn 20 pounds 7 ounces, 30.94 inches, and holding steady at eight teeth.)

Monday, May 18, 2015

Post (Graduation!) Weekend

You guys.

It...happened.








Tyson GRADUATED!!!  Woo-hoo!!!



(Brooklyn: what the frick are you wearing, dad?)


Some of Tyson's cheering section.


Tyson is down there somewhere.  Wearing a black motorboard and black gown.  What do you mean you can't pick him out?


Brooklyn is either A) bored with the graduation proceedings, B) exhausted from a long day of graduation proceedings, or C) both A and B.

(Answer: C.  It's always C.)

Graduation meant having family in town so everybody could celebrate the miracle wonder many accomplishments of Tyson as he earned his PhD.

This meant plenty of playtime for these two.




Riding toys.  Not made in Uncle Tyler's size.




It also meant feasts of delicious food.



Caden partied a little too hard, resulting in the Great Head Bump of 2015.


Followed the next day by the Great Absolute Wicked Downpour of 2015.  While we were outside at the park.


But one of the best sights of the weekend?


Tyson attempting to explain his research (on the computational complexity of counting problems in the Holant framework) to one of his grandmas and my own grandma.


His grammie took all of his papers and his thesis (which he had brought along to display) home for a little bit of light reading (*sarcasm alert!*).

And now you can call him "Doctor".


Wednesday, May 13, 2015

At Least You Stand a Remote Chance of Reasoning With a Two-Year Old

1-year old: cries because they drank all their milk and their cup is empty
Me: take cup, telling them I will get more milk
1-year old: sobs hysterically because I took their cup away
Me: fill cup with milk, showing them the whole time that I am fixing their original problem.  Give cup back.
1-year old: throws cup on floor


Probably eating something off the ground that I repeatedly told him not to.

1-year old: points to container of food
Me: give them some of desired food
1-year old: stares at food now in front of them.  Points at container again.
Me: show them the container and the food on the tray.  Try to explain and convey that they are the same thing.
1-year old: Points at container.
Me: sigh and try to give them a piece of the food.
1-year old: spits out food.  Looks around.  Points at container of food.
Me: show them food and explain that it's the same food they just spit out and they don't like it anyway.  Put container away.
1-year old: cries, because they can't look at the food they don't like in the container anymore.

Me: holding 1-year old
1-year old: whines and makes all the signs that they want to be set down on the ground
Me: set 1-year old down
1-year old: cries and reaches to be picked back up
Me: picks up 1-year old
1-year old: cries and makes all the signs that they want to be set down on the ground
Me: head explodes

1-year old: tries to push a toy through an opening smaller than the toy; cries
Me: attempt to have them to push the toy elsewhere
1-year old: still tries to push a toy through an opening smaller than the toy; cries
Me: try to explain that they are defying the laws of physics
1-year old: cries

Me: open door to go outside.
1-year old: grins.  Walks outside.
Me: close door.  Sit down.
1-year old: points at door to go inside.
Me: open door.
1-year old: grins.  Walks inside.
Me: close door.  Sit down.
1-year old: points at door to go back outside.
Me: open door.
1-year old: grins.  Walks outside.
Me: close door.  Sit down.
1-year old: points at door to go inside.
*cycle repeats in an infinite loop to prevent me from ever enjoying sitting down*

1-year old: randomly falls down.  Cries
Me: Help them back up.
1-year old: cries because they are now standing.  Sits down to cry some more.

1-year old: points at something they can't have (i.e. a kitchen knife, choking-hazard level food, or alcoholic beverage).
Me: explain they can't have that object because it is dangerous and not for them.  Try to interest them with a kid-friendly item.
1-year old: continue to point repeatedly at original object.
Me: explain again that it is not for them to have.  Try again with another item.
1-year old: repeated pointing at dangerous object.
Me: give up and walk them away.
1-year old: sobs and desperately reaches towards what has become their Holy Grail.

Me: put toy away.
1-year old: decide that is the exact toy they want to play with right now.  Take toy back out.
Me: put another toy away.
1-year old: abandon toy they were contentedly playing with.  Decide what I just put away is the exact toy they want to play with right now.  Take toy back out.
Me: put another toy away.
1-year old: abandon toy they were contentedly playing with.  Decide what I just put away is the exact toy they want to play with right now.  Take toy back out.
Me: put away the first toy I tried to put away.  Again.
1-year old: abandon toy they were contentedly playing with.  Decide what I just put away is the exact toy they want to play with right now.  Take toy back out.
Me: gives up.
*repeat all day long*


Monday, May 11, 2015

Post (Mother's Day 2.0) Weekend

Day early breakfast in bed...


(Reading: The Marriage Plot by Jeffrey Eugenides)

And a Saturday trip to the park...




(Let's call these slides "Beginner", "Intermediate", and "Advanced".  Guess which one Caden thought was the most fun to repeatedly hurl himself down?  Just guess!)

Followed by ice cream (not shown, because too delicious to stop for photos.)...

Followed by cuddles with Brooklyn...


(Caden fell asleep.  Must have been all that throwing-himself-down-the-slide stuff.)

Sunday morning brought church.

Then a pedicure...


Which turned into coffee...

Which turned into being gone from the house for almost four entire hours.  (I'd feel guilty, except I don't.  And Caden and Brooklyn slept for about three (!!!) of those hours.)

And some goofing off with these two before bed...


(Literally the best photo of me with them on Mother's Day.)

So in other words, it was a pretty perfect weekend.