We turned on the radio in order to drown out Maxon’s latest tantrum in the car. The song? “You Can’t Always Get What You Want.” Thank you, Rolling Stones.
As we travel down this road a second time, I can already tell that I will not be as diligent in reporting each and every nuance as I did the first time around. For starters, I have a lot less time and available brain cells working together to luxuriate in heady, multi-dimensional mini-theses. Not to say that I am not just as excited (see previous entry on POAS for 6 straight days) but more like the lack of first-time jitters translates to a more practical way of looking at things. I still don’t want to “reveal” to the general public until the customary end-of-the-first-trimester timeframe but I’m much more okay with waiting. It helps that Big Brother Maxon keeps us on our toes! He’s still wowing us with what he’s capable of saying or doing on a daily basis so until this baby can do party tricks, I’m content to let it cook quietly and on its own terms.
Of course, practicality sometimes disarms sentimentality. Our very first ultrasound picture has not been scanned for posterity and carefully placed into a envelope. It now lays about on the dining room table amongst a puzzle in progress, a souvenir from our recent family trip to Yellowstone National Park. How fitting it should be in the middle of our home, at the heart of family activity, yet vulnerable to being lost in the shuffle. Perhaps I should go find an appropriate envelope now.
Whenever it’s time to head upstairs for either a nap or bedtime, the ritual begins. Maxon scans the room for any toys that he desires to bring upstairs with him. It started off with one toy but quickly graduated to two (“TWO!”) toys. Very manageable. In the last couple of weeks he has attempted at least three toys at one time, including the cumbersome V-tech bus (“heavy!”) that us parental lackeys are expected to hoist up the stairs. It’s actually quite impressive to see that he’s figured out he can brace a couple toys between his chest and arms in order to carry more stuff. It’s also not uncommon for the assortment of toys to change as we walk towards the stairs. For today’s nap, he finagled two magnetic letters (O and M) and his red car. I vetoed the V-tech bus. When leaving the bathroom after brushing his teeth, he spied a Lego kitty-cat and insisted on bringing that in (his first booty was deposited in his room already). There was a last-ditch effort to recruit the red car once he was in his crib but I managed to hold my ground.
While we were in Yellowstone last week, we had gotten into the routine where I would run his bath and Mike would be in charge of books and putting him to bed. Since we brought a limited amount of toys on the trip, Thomas the Train Engine and the Cargo Car were his bedtime buddies. Midway through the week, he alternated between the Little People bus and his red-and-yellow truck, but only one at a time since the pack-and-play is so much smaller than his crib. (For censorship reasons, I am omitting how he actually pronounces “truck” these days.) However, on our last night in the park, he switched back to Thomas and the Cargo car. When Mike put him in his crib, Mike realized that at some point earlier in the bedtime process, Maxon managed to sneak both the bus AND the truck in the pack-and-play with no one the wiser. Acknowledging the he was defeated by a greater opponent for this round, Mike tipped his cap to the little lad and let him fall asleep with his stash. We all need to rest up for the next battle anyways.
Since we’ve had so much fun in the last year and a half on this crazy ride called parenthood, we’ve decided to double our fun at twice the price. We are pleased to introduce the latest category in our blog world: Round Two! Estimated completion date: February 28, 2012.
The journey was planned a few months prior but it did not gain any traction until May. Armed with an arsenal of a 3-week supply of ovulation tests AND a 25-pack of home pregnancy tests, I decided to let science take the helm to pinpoint exactly when Magic Time was supposed to be and then let hope take over from there. Hope is what made me test 5 days earlier than I should have. But wouldn’t you know it, with pee in cup and hope in hand (not to be interchangeable), we got the faintest positive result in the earliest timeframe I have ever imagined. But what to do with the other 24 tests and all this time at my disposal? Well, I spent the next 5 days testing first thing in the morning and gleefully watched the second line getting darker every day and then gifted another 5 to a fellow mommy-friend tentatively boarding the baby train. That leaves 14 more tests to the highest bidder!
This round is already so different from the first. While I’m excited and already spending increased time on pregnancy websites, I just feel more level about it all. I still have my bouts of worry and anxiety (“what is that cramp about? why aren’t I feeling more symptoms?”) but I can write it off as “normal”, which I couldn’t do the first time around. The time between calling the OB’s office and my first prenatal appointment wasn’t as excruciating. Even the ultrasound picture wasn’t as good as I remembered with Maxon but we did get to see the little heart beating, which was really the biggest thing I was waiting for. I think I feel more tired than I did at this stage two years ago, which I can easily blame on short-term memory or a 20-month toddler running around.
Speaking of big brother, we’ve taught him the answer to “where’s the baby” is Mommy’s belly but apparently there is also a baby in Daddy’s belly and his own. I think I like the idea of that.
This is now Maxon’s favorite question before he does something… questionable. In my attempt at not being repetitive and avoiding the overuse of the word “no”, my follow-up scolding of “what did Mommy say?” is now being used on the offensive.
You know all of your classmates, teachers, friends, and friend’s parents by face and name.
You are not afraid to test out what your physical limits are… although Mommy or Daddy better be nearby to pick up the pieces!
You refuse most meats but happily accept bacon. Crispy or chewy.
You talk to yourself until the last possible second before you fall asleep and as soon as you wake up.
The way you pronounce butterfly, goggles, and cantaloupe are absolutely precious.
You enjoy sharing your food with your toys: George, Thomas the Train, and all of the lego animals.
You’ll dance to anything. Anything. Four-string quartet. Unwashed hippies with homemade instruments. Dude beating drumsticks on an overturned bucket. Bagpipes. Anything.
Nothing brings a bigger smile to your face than a crowd of people clapping.
Babies are cute but you think “big kids” are way cool.
You never walk anymore–always running!