a link to the Bronner’s on-line catalog showed up in my e-mail! Normally, I would wait until after Thanksgiving to look but…I’m bored!
I can’t believe I’m going to be ordering our annual Christmas ornaments in September! Guess who this one is for, lol.
I keep saying I’m back and then promptly disappear again. I don’t know what is with me these days! There is lots going on but I just can’t seem to write about any of it.
Let’s start with the important stuff first. Monkey is doing awesome. He is still on summer break, they don’t go back to school until September 14th! That just seems so late but what do I know? I’m starting to feel a bit anxious that maybe we shouldn’t have held him back for another year of pre-school. I guess I need something to worry about when everything is going smoothly!
He is really talking up a storm these days. One night last week I got home about 20 minutes after he had gone to bed (I worked a lot of late nights last week 🙁 ) but I could hear him still moving around a bit. I went in to give him a kiss and he said, “Up, down! Ball. Unnderrr! Bubbles!” I was a bit confused and made a few “how interesting” comments, gave him a kiss and walked out to talk to Duhdee. When I told Duhdee what Monkey had said, he put it into context for me. They had played ball, Daddy had thrown it up on the roof and then it came back down. It bounced under the deck at one point. Monkey had soda (he calls it bubbles) at dinner. He had TOLD ME ABOUT HIS DAY! Oops! I ran right back into Monkey’s room to let him know that I understood what he had been trying to tell me. Umma’s just dense sometimes.
The only issue with all this talking is that he is now attempting to repeat just about everything he hears. Umma and Duhdee are learning to censor themselves in ways most parents have mastered by the time their kids are 2…it’s hard work! Duhdee let slip a minor cuss word during one of our family walks and we immediately heard “Cap!” (he is still missing the “r” sound!) from behind us. I also need to work on controlling my facial expressions when he drops these words. They just take me by surprise! If he ever sees me laugh at one of them it’s all over, he’ll do anything to make me laugh. He did crack up one of the neighbors. On that same walk we stopped so the dogs could avail themselves of a conveniently placed tree and Monkey dropped the f-bomb. I heard a bark of laughter from inside the house we were passing. They had a little girl with Down Syndrome so they totally understand what’s going on but really…it’s so HARD not to crack up when these naughty words pop out of our little angel’s mouth.
This past Saturday, we drove up to visit Grammy & Grampy in New Hampshire. Monkey tends to be fairly reserved when he is away from home. He talks less and hides more. I’m not sure what got into him but he was just full of it! He followed Duhdee around and helped with the tools. He played ball. He pet the dogs…he was just…Monkey. He was the Monkey we see all the time at home. It was really nice to see him relaxed and engaged with Grammy & Grampy. At one point, while we were in the playroom, Monkey found a nickle on the floor. I held my hand out to take it from him but he pulled it back, walked around me and handed it to Grampy.
What else? I’m starting to worry about our old dog. Minor things seem to be going wrong on a regular basis…limping, abscess, more limping…it’s made me realize that he’s getting up there (14!) for a pooch and I am so not ready to lose him. He was my first baby and I love him to pieces. Monkey also love him a lot. Our other dog worships him. I don’t know how to even attempt to explain death when the time comes. Has anyone had to do this? *sigh*
OK, not ending on that note….garden! We have finally, finally suceeded in growing a darn cucumber! No matter what happens out there for the rest of the year, we WIN! I never thought it would be so hard but between blight and rodents I’ve never been able to successfully grow them. There appears to be a squirrel with a taste for tomatoes in the next door neighbor’s yard so we’ve started leaving any that fall off the vine or otherwise get damaged on the border for him, a tribute…bribe…whatever! It’s working!
I think that’s about it. This weekend is Labor Day weekend, the very worst weekend of the year, in my opinion. All of the college students in the Cambridge/Boston area will be returning. It’s a good weekend to avoid the city…and Ikea…and Target…and…pretty much everywhere else. I don’t know what we’ll find to do. If we let Monkey decide we’ll all stay in our lounging clothes (he has specific clothes in mind, too) and not step foot off the property. Ever. Maybe it is the best idea for this weekend…
Someone start a petition 🙂 We made the most of what we had this time around.
Minutes after I left work Friday and, fortunately, moments after I stepped onto the subway, I received an e-mail message that nearly put an end to all of our weekend plans! But, since I rock, I managed to do all the necessary documents from home on Friday night and thus saved the weekend! Woo hoo! Having had such a near miss, we decided to put some distance between ourselves and the city 🙂
On Saturday, we drove up to Maine to check in on our garden and visit with my grandfather. We have POTATOES people! I am so excited.
OK, OK, they’re tiny but they weren’t done growing. I pulled up one plant to make sure the wet weather we had this past June didn’t rot them in the ground. They look perfect. And small. But they still have lots of growing left. Other than the potatoes we had 4 squash plants that survived and one, single, lonely stalk of corn. The deer ate the bush beans. Duhdee and I have already figured out the plan for next year.
After the quick check-in at the garden we stopped to visit Papa. He’s had some health issues this summer but he’s looking darn good now. Especially good for someone who is 88! We had a really nice visit. I needed some advice on the potatoes because I’ve never grown them and he offered me his potato digger when I’m ready to dig them up. Score! (To be honest I have no idea what a potato digger is but he said he keeps it in his truck because he “Uses it for everything.” I am intrigued.)
After gabbing for a couple of hours, we stopped by the grocery store my cousin is working at this summer. She was very popular, we had to stand in line to visit…then Monkey threw a fit because that’s what he does in the check-out line these days. No idea why, it’s a PITA 🙂 While we were waiting Monkey kept saying her name and grinning at her. He needs to spend more time with her, I think. She needs to babysit more often. Ahem.
When we finally left the store we realized we were going to have to eat dinner on the road so, instead of jumping on the highway and hoping to find something appealing, we drove to a little neighborhood store that has a deli and take-out counter. We grabbed some food and ate on the sea wall. After eating we let Monkey play in the surf. It was starting to get a little rough due to Hurricane Bill but it wasn’t too bad. He only goes in ankle deep anyway. He did end up drenched after he lost his balance and fell into the path of a wave, lol. We still carry a full change of clothes with us everywhere though (leftover reaction from a couple of the darkest potty training days) so he had something dry to ride home in.
After yet another stop, this time for ice cream, we drove home. It was after 9 before we got Monkey to bed but it was a great day and he didn’t mind the late night.
Today we stuck closer to home. I picked the carrots in the garden and a couple cherry tomatoes. Duhdee bought a bushel of corn (that is 5 dozen ears of corn!) and we prepped all of that for freezing (he’s actually finishing up right now, lol, don’t tell him I snuck away to blog!) He also bought 8 quarts of tomatoes which we’ll freeze as sauce. Ok, that doesn’t sound like a lot but it’s taken 9 HOURS. I am pooped.
Two quick Monkey stories to reward you for making it to the end…
Saturday, before we left for Maine, Monkey lay down on the living room floor and looked under the couch. He asked Duhdee (Ewik!) repeatedly to look under the couch. Finally, Duhdee asked him, “What is under the couch?” And Monkey replied…if I had any pride I would not share this…”Dirt!” I checked, he’s right.
Also on Saturday, before we left for Maine, Monkey finally made my words come back to haunt me. Oh yes he did! And it’s plain as day. And today he ratted out which of his irresponsible parents he was repeating by adding “dogs” to make a sentence, it wasn’t me, haha!
So now he has said two complete sentences, “Iwangohome” and “F**Kdadogs .” It’s a misquote because what Duhdee actually said was “F***king dogs” when he found that one had gotten into the trash for the eighty billionth time. We are trying to convince him that he’s saying “Frog,” we need to tell the teacher something!
While we were in Madison we had our afternoons free. We spent a lot of time here:
The best thing about the pool was that the shallow end was only 3 FT deep so Monkey could walk around that end on his own. He was really unsure about it at first but once he gained some confidence he loved it. He really enjoyed watching Duhdee and I go under water. He even tried out my nose holding technique and went under himself once.
I really loved the downtown/Capitol Square part of Madison. The capitol building is beautiful (it’s a replica of the Capitol Building in D.C.) I took lots of pictures of it, lol.
Another favorite spot was Monana Terrace:
We were especially fond of the rooftop garden.
Monkey really loved the fountain.
He really, really loved the fountain.
We also enjoyed the Henry Vilas Zoo, Monkey was much more interested in the goats than in any of the other more exotic animals but that’s OK. I enjoyed feeding them too, lol. They were much friendlier than the grizzly bear who looked at us like he wanted to eat us…thank goodness for moats!
Even though we eventually tired of restaurant food we really enjoyed the Great Dane Pub and Brewing Co. (they have a great kid’s menu), Lombardinos (our waiter was so amazing with Monkey he got a 50% tip, lol, and the pizza was divine) and Bluephies (great food and very nice, yet kid friendly, atmosphere). Bluephies is right next to Wingra Park. We spent our last evening there just watching the boats and the ducks on the lake. I wish we’d gone there earlier and tried out one of the paddle boats!
I would totally recommend Madison for a visit, it seemed more than a little random but it was a great place to take Monkey. Another think that impressed me was the Greater Madison Convention and Visitor Bureau website, it was a huge help in planning the trip. I like a good website and it really is very well done.
This he started a couple weeks ago and now this is what he calls Duhdee when he wants something. He must have picked it up from the neighbors b/c I never use Duhdee’s first name!
This he picked up from me when we were playing in the hotel pool last week, it cracks me up:
But we’re back, for reals this time.
First things first, Monkey’s hand is almost entirely healed. There were a few really gross days of lots of peeling skin but he’s much better now. It never really seemed to bother him after that first day, I guess that high pain tolerance comes in handy for some things.
For those of you who are friends with me on Facebook you know we spent last week in Madison, WI taking part in a research study at the Waisman Center. I am not sure what to say about it really. It was the first time we’ve ever taken part in one and it was really hard on Monkey. Really, really hard.
He enjoyed the plane trip, he enjoyed the hotel pool, he enjoyed the sightseeing but he did not especially enjoy the various evaluations. I did not especially enjoy my part in the evaluations (4.5 hour autism interview…videotaped! Argh!) The researchers were very nice and they tried very hard to make it as fun as possible for him but it was all too much. Being away from home, having to sit in a room with strangers for hours and take tests…blah.
To end the trip they wanted a blood sample. I had a nightmare, the night before, about what would happen and woke up in a cold sweat. For the first time in my life the actual experience was as bad as the nightmare. They only got 1/2 of what they wanted before I burst through the doors like a … I would say mama bear but that understates my reaction and demeanor by a long shot. People were scared and they were right to be. Generally, when I lose my temper I feel apologetic and slightly embarassed by it once I calm down but I will not ever apologize and I don’t feel the least bit bad about it. I only regret that I didn’t get there faster.
**OK** putting that behind me now, I hope. Tonight I’ll get the pictures off the camera and share the better parts of the trip! I also need to put together a language update b/c this kid is really talking now! He said his first complete sentance while we were in Madison! “Iwangohome!” All I could say was, “Me too, buddy. Me too!”
He already knew the word “hot,” now he knows “burn” too. Ugh.
Monkey grabbed my travel mug of hot tea this AM and scalded his hand. His poor little fingers are red and he has two blisters. They don’t think there will be any long-term effects, we just need to keep it clean and watch for infection if the blisters break. Poor kid. He’s taking both Tylenol and Motrin and is now acting like nothing happened.
When Monkey was 2 we tried a couple of times to use “time-outs.” They didn’t go very smoothly and they felt like a monsterous waste of time. Two minutes to two year old Monkey was like a decade, he simply could not sit still that long and therefore his timeouts became games of cat and mouse. Which he enjoyed….sort of the exact opposite of what we wanted. We gave up.
Then last fall we went to an FX Conference in Connecticut where Tracy and Mouse discussed how to use time 0uts effectively for kids with FX. If you haven’t seen the article, look here for their “Ten Rules of time-out.” Duhdee really took the lead here because he does most of the day-to-day parenting while I work and he has found it to be very effective. Umma gives warning after warning until she wants to scream…and never thinks of it. At least that was how it went until this past vacation.
At home we live on the second floor. The only time we use the stairs is when we are leaving or coming home. Monkey would never think to play on those stairs. At camp our bedroom is on the second floor. We were up and down the stairs more times than I can count, each day. Monkey was a big fan of walking up and down the stairs and we don’t restrict him from doing so when he needs to. If he needs to go get a book from upstairs and bring it down, you won’t hear a peep out of us. As he felt more comfortable navigating the stairs he started walking up and down them just to walk up and down them. He responded well to verbal corrections however.
Then my aunt and uncle stopped by to visit. New people meant he wanted to escape, so he would climb up the stairs then come back down to peek again. He did this a couple times and we asked him to stop. He continued doing it. Duhdee stood up and physically redirected him a couple of times. Monkey thought that was FUNNY! He stood at the base of the stairs, looking at us, then he would smile and set his foot on the bottom stair. As soon as he got either a verbal correction or as soon as Duhdee stood to guide him away he would bolt up the stairs. Laughing.
Finally, Umma had just about enough. Duhdee left the room for a few minutes and Monkey started up with the stair nonsense again. He was standing by the stairs giggling and I looked at him and said, “If you put your foot on that step, you are going in time-out.” Immediately the smile disappeared. He stood looking at me with the most incredulous expression on his face. Everyone in the room was struggling to keep a straight face. He maintained eye contact for a beat and then walked from the room giving me the stink-eye while calling out “Deee?!” Once he was gone I broke down in giggles, it was comical really. BUT it was also a breakthrough for both of us. I know the threat of a time-out works. He tested me the next morning and was, once again, incredulous at the threat and the fact that I followed through. When the time-out was over, though, he did not go back to the behaivor.
Score one for Umma!
I don’t think I’ve mentioned a rather, uh, “interesting” fixation Monkey has developed. It all started last summer when we first started potty training seriously. We went to camp and sometimes we were not near a bathroom when nature called. I improvised and found Monkey a bush or “tree” to utilize. This probably sounds strange to many people but it is part of being a little boy and going to camp. While my parent’s camp isn’t precisely in the middle of nowhere, you can definitely see it from there. Really, there is just no one to see and the logging companies that own vast tracts of land up there will never know. So, it’s fine!
Anyway, a couple of times while we were there last summer Monkey utilized trees in emergency situations. The problem is that Monkey doesn’t see any difference between peeing on a tree in the midst of thousands of trees and very few humans and peeing on, say, the neighbor’s hosta in the midst of thousands of humans and very few trees. Oops. Last fall and this summer he would periodically drop his pants in the back yard (you turn your back for ONE second!) and pee on the nearest plantlife.
Over the winter there was just no chance for him to indulge but he did indicate a willingness to experiment indoors. We’ve always told him to “keep it in the water” when he’s peeing…sometimes he was tempted to try to get a look at what he was doing in such a way that he could have…not exactly lost an eye but…ew. SO, being a very good generalizer he would sometimes approach OTHER bodies of water with that look in his eye (and, yes, sometimes his pants around his ankles.) For example, the dogs’ water dish. NOT acceptable!
Winter turned to spring and, FINALLY, summer. Monkey continued his covert trips to the backyard shrubs despite our polite (yeah, right!) requests that he stop. We took a trip to camp once again and found ourselves in a situation where he had to be taken on a sanctioned trip to a local bush (6 people, 1 bathroom…it happens!)
Since we have been home he has not ONCE pee’d on the bushes (or the neighbors’ hosta.) We’ve been vigilent and made sure that he is escorted straight to the bathroom when he needs to go. That’s the good news.
The bad news is that he is sneaky…and determined…aaaand able to open the back door that leads onto our second story porch. He can’t quite reach the bushes from that location, but he sure tried.
I think I need to apologize to all the neighbors who may have had to witness the event. *Sigh* I see some timeouts in his future…which reminds me of another great camp story for tomorrow.
