Snuggles Make a Cold Go Away

I felt sad for Little Man today. He’s still feeling a little under the weather. So after breakfast, we headed downstairs to his favorite place to play. Instead, he just wanted to cuddle on the couch. I was perfectly fine with that. We lay there, snuggling, watching some PBS. After a while, Little Man got up and looked as if he was about to play. I can’t remember what song came on, but he started jumping up and down, and I am pretty sure I saw his feet leave the floor at the same time. But, being slightly tired, and very clumsy, he toppled over in excitement and bumped his head (not too hard). I scooped him up, held him to me, and soothed him. He quieted quickly, but did not want to be put down. We sat there, with his head on my shoulder, for another 15 minutes at least. Anytime I made to move or even asked him if he wanted to go have a cup of milk, he whined. He just wanted to be held. I was perfectly fine with that.

I’ve been noticing more and more how close he is getting to full sentences. He really tries, and James and I do a pretty good job of deciphering what he means. Today I am pretty sure he said, “outside go car,” to which I had to sadly tell him we had just arrived at work. He was once again mommy’s little helper, despite desperately needing sleep and refusing to nap without me. He brought the baby toys, even if it meant piling them on her lap. At least he was sharing! He entertained her late in the day, when it was clearly the witching hour. We were singing songs, and she had fun watching him. I told him that he was making her smile. He said, “boo,” like he was playing the peekaboo game. Then he dropped below the rock-and-play. I asked the baby where he went, and her smile faded. Little Man popped up, laughing, and she laughed, too, until he dropped out of sight again. He did this for a few minutes, laughing constantly. I am glad he is starting to settle in, even if we still need to work on napping.

On the way home, I got tired of the radio playing the same five songs, so I put in a CD. It was the Lord of the Rings soundtrack with it’s instrumental playlist. After each track, Little Man smiled and applauded. He is clearly doomed to be nerdy! I’ll just call it cultured! When we walked in the door, he saw daddy, smiled, and returned daddy’s hello with a, “hi daddy,” which is almost as cute as when I get greeted in the morning with a “hi mama.”

Over a Year of Posts

Little Man was a crazy man this morning. Running amok around the house, and he didn’t sit down for two minutes. When his friend Max came over to play before we went to work, he got even more hyper. That cold must be making him loopy. Even Max gave him some looks. Despite the overall energy, I could tell he was excited and happy to have his friend over to play. At work, he was well behaved, even though he only got to take a 45 minute nap. He played with the baby, making faces and noises at her. And when I fed her a bottle, he even came over and helped me pat her back for a burp. When it was time to go home, I ran to the car, since it was raining. This always gives Little Man a big laugh. At home, he played a long time with daddy, and when I came to join they were watching Family Feud. Little Man loves this show because they clap so much. He just sits there, laughing and smiling at the television, clapping along. I usually insert some witty comment, which he laughs at for my benefit.

As he drank his milk before bed, I sat there just looking at him. I touched his small arms, skinny legs, and little belly. I thought about how he’s just a miniature person, with more personality than some adults I know. I couldn’t get over how small he was, even though I usually complain that he is growing so fast. Last night, after I posted, I realized that I have been writing about our day for over a year now. Not quite every day of his life, but every day since he was around six months. Some days when I go to write, I feel like I can’t think of what to say. I don’t want to write about something I have already, but then again, life is like that sometimes. Slightly repetitive. Sometimes boring. I shouldn’t get worried when I can’t capture the perfect day. Because, really, every day with Little Man is interesting and exciting. Even if we do the same thing we did the day before.

Sharing with Daddy

Little Man loves doing things that daddy does. I love watching him imitate daddy and try to do things for his attention. Whenever daddy leaves for work, Little Man gets upset, and throughout the day will keep asking where he is. When daddy came home at lunch, he woke up from his nap, almost like he could sense daddy’s presence. He spotted daddy’s pizza on the counter, pointed, and said, “mmm.” When daddy asked if he wanted some, he smiled, opened his eyes wide and nodded. He sat on daddy’s lap, waiting patiently to take a bite. Daddy blew on it to cool it off, and he would lean in for a little nibble.

After dinner, they played downstairs while I did some cleaning. Daddy gave him a bath where they played with new bath crayons. Afterwards, we tried to get him to settle down for bed, so he had a little milk. I normally give him the milk, but he didn’t want to come to me, and instead curled in to daddy. When he was finished, he got up and started playing with a hat, and daddy made for the new ice cream I got at the store. I asked why he wasn’t waiting, since he knew Little Man would ask for some as soon as he saw it. James looked at me, a little sheepishly, and said that was why he was eating it now, so they could share it. I couldn’t help but smile. I turned to Little Man and told him that daddy had a special treat. Little Man “oooh’-ed and got really excited when he saw the bowl. They headed to the couch, and Little Man got in his lap. There they shared the entire bowl of “cuck-coo” and cream ice cream. I just kept smiling and basking in the adorableness that is my two boys.


After such a rough (well, mostly long and exciting) day yesterday, it seemed no one got enough sleep. After playing for a couple hours, it was clear we all needed a nap. I took Little Man into the bedroom and snuggled him on the bed. At first, he wasn’t happy, but when I reassured him that I wasn’t leaving, he settled in and fell asleep in minutes. It didn’t me much longer after that. While the only way I can get him to sleep at work is laying with me like this, it is a rare treat when I get to take a nap with him. It reminds me of when he was small, and I was begging to get a moment alone to clean the house. Now I look for any excuse to cuddle. Parenthood is funny like that, I suppose. The house was quiet for a while as everyone recuperated. When we woke, Little Man looked at me and gave me a lazy smile. He touched my cheek, and quietly said, “mama.” I smiled back and gave him a kiss on the nose.

We headed home early in the afternoon, but we hit quite a bit of traffic. Little Man was a trooper in the car, considering how long it had been. He didn’t want to take another nap, so that only exacerbated the problem. We realized we need to just stop every couple hours to give him a break, especially if he doesn’t sleep. We ended up stopping when we hit another bad patch, and grabbed some dinner. Little Man got a happy meal, and seemed much more interested in the bucket toy (for Halloween) than eating. He amazed me again with new words today, Grandma and Koda, and I can never get over how much he loves to talk. After getting back in the car, we picked up the doggies, and headed home. We played in his room for a bit, and you could see how happy he was, probably just to be out of the car. I read him his bedtime stories, and he cried after the third. I don’t think he did it to stay up later, I think he did it so I would stay with him. So, I rocked him until he fell asleep.

Singing Hymns

Little Man took his usual two hours to fall asleep in the car on the way to New York last night. He needed my arm there to comfort him, and when I tried to move it after he fell asleep, he shifted around, his arm seeking mine, without even opening his eyes. We got in late, and despite waking for about 15 minutes while we got his room settled, he was back out when he went in the pack and play. He woke at his normal time this morning and was very happy and playful. But due to the insufficient amount of sleep, he got tired early. He refused to nap because of all the excitement. Unfortunately for him, we had plans that afternoon.

Grandma and grandpa renewed their vows after thirty years of marriage. They did it in a church this time, and I found the entire thing beautiful and touching. Little Man was restless in the church. What kid isn’t? He got out all his echo shouts before it started, so at least we didn’t have to listen to him trying to shout during the whole thing. Other than not wanting to sit still, he was very well behaved. He even helped bring up the gifts. He played with the mass cards, taking them out of the holder and stacking them back in. We walked a bit when it became too much, and he had fun exploring all the nooks and crannies. He did a lot of clapping and cheering. He applauded daddy and shouted “yay” after he did a reading. He clapped and laughed when everyone celebrated the renewal. And he loved the singing. Anytime the organ played or the young woman sang, he would clap along or sway back and forth. When the song finished, it got a round of applause too. Everyone smiled and laughed since it was a small, intimate ceremony. I got told by many that he was beautiful and a little star. (I agree)

Right after the ceremony, we headed to a dinner reception. It was only about 15 minutes away, but Little Man just couldn’t make it. He crashed in the car for the first time in a long time (other than a long trip). We parked and waited for a bit until he had to cough and woke himself up. At dinner, he got even more attention. He got lots of love and attempted hugs, and he even got some toy cars to play with. Music started playing, and of course he danced along while we waited for our food. But even butter covered pasta and toy cars aren’t enough to stop an overstimulated, tired toddler from having a meltdown. So we packed up his dinner and headed out of the party a little early. Of course, knowing that he was “go go”-ing, meant he was in much better spirits as we said our goodbyes and walked to the car.

Once back at grandma and grandpa’s, he devoured two full cups of milk and played. He grabbed his backpack and said, “let’s go,” as he walked to the door. We had to remind him we were staying here for the night, which didn’t make him too happy. He loves seeing people, but I think he just loves the comforts of his own home. But that meant he got an extra bedtime story and was rocked to sleep. I can hear him sleeping soundly now, despite the hustle and bustle on the Brooklyn street below his window.

Dancing in the Living Room

Since we are leaving for New York tonight, I wanted to get the opportunity to write a little about today. He’s been resting and recuperating from this blasted cold. He’s doing much better, and it is nice to see he is catching up on some sleep as I write this. He spent a lot of time doing relaxing activities with me: watching some Curious George, coloring his Elmo coloring book (a lot), and playing with his stuffed animals. I made some Brazilian Cheese Bread to go with dinner tonight, and as soon as he spotted them, he pointed, asking for it. I gave him a bite, he nodded and pointed again. He ended up eating three!

As I made lunch, I turned on some music in the living room. The instant the sound came on, Little Man was dancing. He has a plethora of dances now, and I can’t wait for him to show them off to his friends. He bops up and down, sways side to side, waves his arms back and forth, claps, and more. The great thing is that he speeds up or slows down based on the rhythm of the song. He has an ear for music already!

When daddy came home for lunch, they shared an ice cream treat (Little Man kept pointing until he got some), and sat outside on the outdoor furniture, minus the cushions. They were just taking in the beautiful fall weather, watching the leaves fall from the tree behind our house. Such beautiful colors and they are almost gone. Little Man sure does get spoiled on his sick days. Okay, maybe all days.

Watching Cat Hat

Little Man had some congestion last night, and it looks like he has his second cold of the season. Already. We stayed home from work today, both to make sure he was feeling alright and to make sure we didn’t infect our ward and keep this cold around. We spent the day playing and relaxing, with sadly, little sleeping (which is continuing as we speak/write). After we ate lunch, we sat on the couch, waiting for daddy to come home and visit. I turned on Cat in the Hat, and he sat next to me, leaning in to me, dancing along to the songs. He held his fake phone in his hand, which he put down to clap along to the songs. He would occasionally press keys on the phone, almost absent-mindedly as he watched. Then, he put the phone up to his ear and said, “Ewoo? [insert baby babble] wannin Cat Hat,” then put it down. I could swear he just told whoever was calling to call back later because he was watching Cat in the Hat.