Tuesday, May 24, 2005
As I sit here at my desk this morning, after polishing off an awesome pastry and a coke, I find myself very, very frustrated about so many different things.The first of these I realize is pretty petty, but it bothers me nontheless. My son's first word was "mama" and I was so proud. I tried so hard not to rub it in to my husband and practiced saying "dada" with him so that pretty soon, my husband could have the same elated feeling. Of course, a couple of weeks later, my expert tutorial worked, and my husband joined the ranks of the parents all over the world whose heart swells with pride at the mere mention of a word sounding like their name.
I've been anxiously awaiting a time when my son would use these words to actually mean "mama" and "dada" and not just because he is rambling off the words he is accustomed to. This time came last week with him starting to say "dada" to actually refer to my husband. He also started saying "papaw" to refer to my father, and "nana" to refer to my aunt. I am very excited at this cognitive achievement, but slightly felt left out of the experience. This wasn't really a big problem for me until yesterday.
Garrison and I are usually already home when my husband comes home from work. Yesterday, Garrison was chowing down in his high chair on some carrots and raisins, when he heard the door being unlocked. His face instantly lit up and he screamed "DADA!!". For the rest of the night, anytime Landon left the room, Garrison toddled behind him chiming "dada, dada".
I always thought as the person who feeds, changes, bathes, and for the most part handles all the aspects of caring for this child, I would be the person he became excited to see every day and that I would be the person he called after. I guess I was wrong. I'm sure the allure of my husband vastly lies in the fact that he is the person who gets to play with Garrison all the time and I am the primary disciplinarian who makes him go to bed, take a nap, get his hand out of the heater...you get the picture. It still bothers me though....
Another thing I'm disgruntled about is Garrison's sleeping habits. For a few months, I was able to put him down in his crib without much of a fuss and it was off to sleepyland. This allowed me to be able to catch up on dishes, laundry, cleaning, reading, internet, etc. Well, he was in the hospital for a few days after his first birthday and we had to sleep together. This totally ruined all my hard work. He was still sick when we brought him home and we made the HUGE mistake of allowing him to sleep with us. Big mistake....he loved it! Last week, I set out on my quest to get things "back to normal". The first 2 nights weren't bad at all, the 3rd night was rough and my husband couldn't take it. Thus, Garrison was back in the big bed. Last night, in an effort to regain a small portion of sanity, I set out on the course to yet again instill good sleeping habits in my child. Five minutes into my quest, while I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed, my husband went and got the child. So, I spend 45 minutes putting him to sleep last night (with us of course) and being beat to death all night by a restless toddler. All this while my husband slept.
I am also in the process of changing the layout of my blog. I'm pretty excited about the whole thing, so look for some drastic changes!!
Until tomorrow (or until I find another rant)~
Melissa |
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Melissa-Mom to LittleMan (4/04); wife to LuckyHusband; full-time toxicologist; full-time housekeeper; full-time domestic laundromat manager (washes all the clothes); full-time domestic finance manager (pays all the bills and yells at husband for spending too much money on fishing stuff); and Keeper of the Cheerios. Lives in a tiny town; spends tons of time with family; reads; enjoys crafts. Can change a diaper, fill a sippy cup, and put on a toddler's shoes in 15.4 seconds flat, all while calculating the impact of petroleum hydrocarbons to a nearby surface water body (watch for me in the Toddler Olympics on CBS this fall). Addicted to Dr. Pepper; Kit Kats; and pasta. To spot me in a crowd: I'm the one with frizzy messed-up hair, smeared graham crackers on my shirt; huge purse with a diaper peeking out, toddler on her hip, and camera in hand at all times.
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