Showing posts with label parenthood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label parenthood. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Dear Eliot: Three Years Old

Dear Eliot,

You are now three years old.  I will insert all the cliché phrases..ready, set, go.



I cannot believe it has been three whole years since we brought your sweet, tiny self home. This time has gone by so incredibly FAST!  A lot has changed since then (thought you are still sweet and tiny) so I will update you on what you are like this minute.



You like to talk, a lot.  This comes as no surprise to anyone who knows me or who knew your dad when he was but a wee bit.  He grew out of his constant chatter and unfortunately your mama did not.  You don't necessarily have to talk to us, even though you prefer this.  You will talk to yourself as your playing, you will talk to inanimate objects, you will talk to whoever engages you, and you will talk in your sleep sometimes.  You are able to articulate different feelings which is helpful even though sometimes it's just more effective (in your mind) to scream and cry at the injustices of the Cone house.  


You now have a keen sense of emotions and tones of our voices.  When we use our "get your act together, son" tone, you immediately ask us, "Are you happy?"  You immediately can sense when we are upset or stressed or anxious even if we haven't said anything to you.  This makes me happy as it will benefit you greatly down the road. 

Eliot, your memory is astounding.  This doesn't always work to our advantage.  You remember things we say we will do and are not very flexible especially if those plans are very fun and need to change!  You still talk about our family beach vacation we went to last year and can recall things (like lyrics to top 40 songs) that we didn't even know you were listening to.  WHOOPS and thank you Kid's Place Life on XM for giving us appropriate things to listen to.

You have officially become a picky eater even though I said I would NEVER have a picky eater.  I believe the ironic thing is, that I've created it.  Sometimes there are things that are just easier to give you and there's about ten of them and since you are a creature of habit..well, it just became the perfect storm of a creating a picky eater.  I will say, you will try anything once.  This is where you being a people pleaser works in our favor.  The list of things that you like are typical toddler foods: pasta, pizza, chicken, hamburger, fries, corn, applesauce, cereal, fruit and all snacky things.  You LOVE snacks.



You are still into cars, trains, trucks, ALL THINGS CONSTRUCTION, building blocks, books, painting, coloring, drawing and are currently working on writing your name.  You can do this with ease with a bath crayon on the tile which makes us proud.  We are still working on paper and they have started this at school too.



Also very important to note: You have been going #1 in the potty for almost six months now and the last couple of days you have also gone #2.  Last night at Olive Garden you proudly exclaimed for all to hear that you needed to go to the potty.  I assumed that was #1 calling.  When we got to the restroom, however, you promptly sat down and did your sitting down business.  As you know, from my previous post, you typically ask for diapers.  It was everything in my power not to do a cheer loudly in the public restroom that contained encouraging phrases about going #2.  I did tell you how proud I was over and over which  made you then (when we got to our table) exclaim how PROUD you were of YOURSELF for going POO POO in the POTTY.  All caps equals the level of loudness on those words. :)



Now, let me give you an update on us.  We love being your parents.  We are giddy to our toenails over your insanely beautiful and vast imagination.  Pretending with you is our favorite and hope that you never, never stop.  We worry if we are good enough for you and if we will raise you to be the man that we long for you to be.  We have no big expectations of you or lofty dreams and goals we want you to fulfill.  Our hope for you and honest to goodness prayer is that you love God, so much so that it overflows into humanity.  Just that you are able to love on people.  This is the prayer that keeps me up at night. 

You are a beautiful, precious, sensitive, sweet, active, funny little boy and we love you to the moon and back.

Love,
Daddy and Mommy

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

The Gallery Wall: Phase 1

We have done it.  We now have a gallery wall.  It's by no means, finished but it is UP y'all! 

When I got married my mom gave me wonderful marriage advice.  She actually gave a lot of tidbits but THIS one made sense to me.  Probably because I witnessed it firsthand in hers.  

Do not, under any circumstance, wallpaper your bathroom together. 

Fair enough.  One of the first things we did in our house was get rid of the FLORIDA THEMED wallpaper that the previous owner put up specifically for the new owners.  How sweet.  The flamingos matched the pink tile, she said.  I did not hesitate to call a guy to come and take down the old and put up the new.  And it worked! We are still married.  

Now, I will give that advice and this advice to Eliot if he gets married...

Don't do a gallery wall with your wife.  Especially if one of you is very, very tired.

I don't know what possessed us but we decided to finally get our wall done the DAY after Patrick got back from Africa.  It got done and there was only one argument but I wouldn't suggest it again.  And according to all the women of instagram that follow me, they just wait until their husbands are out of town.  I bought a rug while mine was in Africa so I totally get that thinking.

 
My tactic for arranging gallery wall

 
Doing house projects with a three year old hanging around is so much fun.  I have serious attention issues so to stop in the middle of the project and have a pizza, ice cream, egg picnic?? YES, PLEASE.

 
Patrick does NOT have attention issues but was so gracious to stop and play with E several times.


 
I mean.....


 
Here it is!! The gold frames now have spray painted white mattes and different prints (well, one of them) and so I will have to blog again (hopefully soon) what the FINAL project looks like.






Sunday, June 9, 2013

Parent Olympics

Today it struck me that parents become very good at some random tasks.  These endeavors are no different than the randomness of some Olympic sports (the luge...seriously?).  Below are some Olympic games for parents that I have different medals in.  Maybe instead of medals you win alone time, an adult dinner party, and a trip to Target sans kids.  Sign me up and I'll begin training....

1.  Getting to the dryer in time to get clothes out without having to iron.

2.  Keeping a child awake while driving home from a seriously exhausting activity. (I would like to set up a camera in cars of parents and record this. I think the different tactics used would make for a very funny documentary or tv special.  I digress.)

3.  Opening a very heavy door while pushing a stroller (I get a "Thanks For Participating" certificate for this one.)

4.  Changing a diarrhea laden diaper.  The amount of wipes used is taken into consideration.

5.  Having a conversation or reasoning with a two year old.  (I don't even qualify for this one.)

6.  Holding a crying child and finding out that a weird hip swing, bounce, sway while pacing is the only maneuver to get peace and quiet.

7.  Counting to ten (and making it to ten without blowing up) while watching toddler have a meltdown in a public place.  (What would be YOUR medal qualification on this one?)

8.  Putting clean sheets and comforter back on a stripped king size bed....while child is playing in the middle of the bed.  (I will give myself a silver in this.  I can do it.  Just not quickly.)

9.  Taking child to public restroom and making sure they don't touch anything including trash can, toilets, bathroom walls, stalls, sinks, while you use the restroom.

10.  Keeping a child reasonably quiet and entertained while on a three hour flight.  (I'm training for this tomorrow and will let you know if I qualify)

What are some Parent Olympic sports that you could qualify for or medal in?

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

He's Home

I've had a great time coming and going, working market, hanging out with friends, dinners, drinks, going to hear the hottest drummer in town etc. 
 
                                  
 
But there is something about this little nugget that makes my heart ache. So glad that he's home now and I've gotten to trade all that was said above for playing "get you" (chase), having deep conversations about Chuggington and Thomas, snuggle times, lunch dates, and lots of splashing at the splash park.  

Monday, March 11, 2013

My White Flag

This past week was hard.  
Just plain ole, lie down on the floor, sob, and beg for mercy hard.
Eliot is two.
Market is coming.
Apparently Mother's Day Outs have spring breaks.
I haven't been the best, most supportive partner.
My own stupidity in thinking I can do it, fix it, make it better, create a better mood out of thin air.
I am empty.
Hollowed out.
I got past the point of raising my fist to the heavens and shouting in anger.
I am just waving my white flag.
And listening to Mumford and Sons.

 
These days of darkness
Which we've known
Will blow away with this new sun.....

So break my step
And relent
You forgave and I won't forget.....

So I'll be bold
As well as strong
And use my head alongside my heart
So tame my flesh
And fix my eyes
That tethered mind free from the lies...

I'll kneel down
I will wait for you

I don't know where or what you are spiritually but this is my soul's JAM (as my Brooklynite BIL would say)
So I will raise my hands and I will wait.
Here's my flag.
Welcome new week!

Amen.