Today I had to stop Joshua from sticking a cap to a pen into the electrical socket. Cause you know they will find that one outlet thats missing the cover. Apparently in the eyes of a 16 month old this made me the worst mom ever. If he hadn't have said "Hi mom" for the first time a few days ago I may have taken this personal.
Last night I didn't sleep well at all, and of course he decided to wake up at 6:30. Cause thats how it goes you know. Of course I was also out of Ibuprofen and for some reason that's the only thing that makes my my Satan teething toddler sane. I finally scrapped enough out of the bottle to get him to take a whole hour nap at 3:00. Then Stephen made it home (thank you Windstream for letting him off at 3:00!) and I finally got a shower. I feel semi human again. We went to Target where I got some more Ibuprofen. Apparently I was wrong when thinking he was getting his fourth molar, this is still his third, but apparently this one is causing much more problems then the others. Seriously can we PLEASE get over this molar thing. The fact that I have 5 more molars and 4 more "canine" teeth to go make me just want to go curl up in the corner. I just keep saying to myself "This will pass, you DO want another one, YOU DO, THIS WILL PASS".
But really, Joshua may be more of a pain in the butt than most toddlers, at least I like to believe, but I love that goober to death and I couldn't think of anything more fulfilling than being his mom.
My son sits in shopping carts backwards. That's just how he rolls I guess. It's much better than when he tries to stand up in it. I discovered that fun trick when I foolishly decided to take my eyes off of him for more than two seconds. Apparently the woman standing next to me was going to say nothing about the child on the brink of face-planting.
Sometimes I feel like I live at Target.
And thanks to Publix for placing a display of cartoon character balloons at every single checkout line. I get to hear "Daaaa! Daaaa!" yelled at me while I try to unload the groceries from the cart. "Daaa" is pretty universal for "See that, mom, I want that!". It's Dora and Mickey Mouse of all things. I'm on to your evil ways Publix.
Every Thursday evening we take Joshua to Little Gym. Anyone with an overly active toddler, I highly recommend it.
So tonight we were sitting on the big mat in the middle of the room and another mother was laying down on her stomach. Now see, at home, any time I happen to be on the floor Joshua just can't resist sitting on me. Usually this is done at a full run and dive.
So Joshua sees this woman laying there and walks up to her. I guess seeing anyone laying down screams "SIT ON HER" because he then goes ahead and sits on her legs.
Before I could get up and save the poor woman from Joshua, he then proceeded to lay his head down on her butt as if it were a pillow.
Must teach Joshua some day that we just can't put our heads to random lady's butts.
Of all the baby products I have bought over this last year, my favorite by far is his video monitor. I really wish I had gotten it from the start, it would have definitely helped the time he was screaming not because he didn't want to take a nap, but because he got his chubby leg stuck in the crib. Horrible mom feeling right there.
Besides those reasons, its just fun to watch what he does when he's all by himself.
I laid him down for his nap today and I kept hearing him laugh. My first thought is that one of the cats must be in his room, so I click on the monitor. Nope, he's dancing to his My Pal Scout.
Apparently theres some controversy over the fact that people can cruise your neighborhood and pick up the signal from your video monitor. This had made some people go "oh no, i would never own one!" but considering my street has a whopping 6 houses on it, I'm not giving up this entertainment.
If you want to get a reaction out of a room full of mothers of toddlers, just yell out "MOLARS!".
When his first four front teeth came in, it barely even phased him. It was usually more of a "oh hey, look you have another tooth, cool!" Oh, but then the molars are coming and someone let out the fussy crying Satan baby. And I cant even see it yet! Tylenol wasn't phasing him at all. Grandma watched him while I ran to Target and go him some Ibuprofen (and milk, cat food, blah blah).
Now I'm just convinced Target brand Ibuprofen must contain speed.
Plus side, he was obviously feeling a whole lot better. Downside, he kept trying to stand on the TV stand. (Stephen, you did not read this). Over and over, oh and did I mention OVER again. Then he did this:
Obviously you can tell how much this phases me now, cause instead of yelling "OMG Evil Kenevil child!" I go "Oh photo op!". Luckily he wasn't brave enough to attempt a complete balancing act on the 1 inch rim of the ottoman. He already knows what a fall from that height feels like.