Triumphant!

I am a mechanical genius. After many, MANY failed attempts, I have put something together that came in more than three pieces. Actually, by that criteria, today I have put together TWO somethings!

My biggest accomplishment is Gavi’s highchair! My folks bought one for Caleb that is beautiful and heritage-worthy. Unfortunately, without padding, belts or removable parts, he didn’t sit in it until he was almost seven months old, and then only under giant supervision. So they – my folks – bought Gavi one that he can sit in now! But it had to be put together, and I set about on the challenge of assembly.

Caleb helped a little, so I can’t take all the credit. He held the legs while I figured out what went where.

Anyway, I had success! Please see the pictures that I’m sure will be posted soon, because Jonathan has been a wild man at getting pictures up lately! (AND DID YOU SEE THAT NEW DESIGN?! He’s amazing! If you came in directly to my page, go to the home page and see the difference.)

Then, my second big accomplishment was putting together Caleb’s potty chair. Some of you may scoff at that, but there were seriously ten pieces! I’m really not going to push potty training. I was going to – and may still – wait another six months. But two days in a row now, while I’ve been feeding Gavi, Caleb sneaks off to his room and takes off his diaper! He was doing it during his nap a while back, but had quit. Now, he says, “potty?” I figure it’s just another phase, but who am I to discourage him?!

The other thing the little stinker did while I was feeding Gavi yesterday was to get into our hall closet, get one of my new shower gels from Christmas, and dump it all over himself and the couch in his room. Sheesh. I’m going to have to get some more child-proofing jazz!

Gavi Z has been having some hard core sleep issues for the past couple of days. I think they’re related to his hard core eating issues, which may very well stem from the fact that I was trying to lower his dose of antacids. Big mistake. Between Caleb’s messes yesterday and Gavi’s throwing up, we went through four outfits APIECE yesterday! Anyway, the result of Gavi’s sleep issue is that I am having some coping issues. I fell apart this morning for the first time since my Bell’s Palsy went away.

Is Bell a person that they named a palsy after? What a sucky legacy.

I was quick to pull it together, because Caleb Zakai came and sat in my lap and wiped away my tears. He has such a sweet nature. Another example? Jonathan and I have been working out a couple nights a week, and one of the exercises that absolutely destroys me is the wall-sit. Sunday night, after I had crumpled to the floor in pain like usual, Caleb came over and said, “It’s okay, Mommy! Kisses?” Then after his kisses, he helped me to my feet. Dang, he’s precious!

We got into a MOPS group! After being put on two wait-lists, I was able to find a group with some space. I’m so happy! I don’t even know if I’ll like it, but I’ve been wanting to do it ever since I left my job. They don’t meet during the summer, and then when they started back up, my sweetness was born. Now we’re finally going to get to go!

My little Gavi is just the most adorable little man in the whole world! He smiles any time he isn’t screaming. Even when he’s eating, he’ll just look up at me and grin. It makes it really hard for me to be mad at him for his lack of night-time etiquette. He’ll learn, I guess. Just like Caleb did. I hope he learns faster than Caleb.

I’ve made some mistakes as a mom lately. I don’t want to post all of them, lest child services come after me – KIDDING! – but one of the most recent was yesterday afternoon. Caleb was screechy-whining, which is my least favorite sound in the world. Gavi was wailing, my second least favorite sound in the world. Both of them were having a rough afternoon, which (to quote Jane from Serenity), seriously damaged my calm. But I wasn’t yelling or anything, which is kind of a miracle, because I also had a headache. I was just like a robot. A sleep-deprived, on edge robot. What finally pulled me out of my funk was when Caleb hollered at me, “Don’t sit there, Mommy!” I stood up, put my hands on my hips, and said, “You’re not the boss of me!”

Realizing you’re acting like more of a two year old than your two year old is a disheartening thing. But if you were about to lose it and that shook you out of complacency, it's priceless!

 Wendy replied...

I just love those mind-numbing crazy kiddo days....good for you for reminding Caleb who's boss. :) hee hee....