Long story short: Gabriel was a crankster this weekend. And when I say crankster, I mean CRANKEEEEEEE. Plus, he decided to head-butt me four times yesterday (although I'm 95% sure that they weren't on purpose, but they still hurt...)
That said, he was also uber clingy this weekend. Normally, I love that, but we're talking he even wanted to sit on my lap (but only if my arms were around him)...when I was urinating. Yeah. I'm not joking. "That doesn't exactly work for me honey" doesn't interpret to an almost 2 yr old's ears...
Plus, this weekend, he was also VERY clingy with Kit Gizmo (nickname Beep Beep). Last night when we were eating dinner, Gabriel started calling for her half-way through the meal...and looking around terrified b/c she wasn't in his direct sight (she was laying on the bed)... He finally stopped eating period just so he could be all done and go to see Beep Beep. This morning, he kept calling for her and going up and petting her. And started calling for her and looking around frantically when we were in the car driving for daycare. I'm glad he loves her and all, but what's up with his uber attachment to her these past few days? It's adorable...and she does so well with him, but it's still so weird.
Me? Birth a weird kid? No way (insert sarcastic tone here). Ba ha ha.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Thursday, September 1, 2011
What a trickster
So my good friends Amber and Phil helped me move my last two furniture items out of the house. It was Thursday and I'm supposed to be closing on the house either Tuesday or Thursday of this upcoming week (fingers crossed). So, for the time being, I'm still sleeping on my cocoon air mattress (it turns into a cocoon by the time I awaken because it has a slight leak...but I'm fine with it; it's sorta homey) and Gabriel is now sleeping in his pack'n'play (which, after 19 months I finally bought a cover for...and found a great deal on an organic one that's uber soft). So when we get home from daycare today, I'm prepping dinner and Gabriel is scarily quiet (which normally means he's doing something bad). So I seek him out and find him playing happily (and quietly) in his room. Okay. Whatever. I'll totally take it. I don't realize until I'm "rocking" him (since the rocker/glider is no longer in the house, I "rock" him while sitting on an ottoman)...that his "playing quietly" actually means he was putting all of the (maybe twenty small) toys into his pack'n'play. Yes, he only has a few little things, like rubber duckies and mega bloks, etc in the house b/c most of the stuff is moved out. But he made a point to put as many toys as possible into his pack'n'play so they'd be waiting for him come nighttime. It was hilarious. I burst out laughing. And scared the poor child...
P.S. I do let him keep Mr Glo while sleeping, his fuzzy monster blanket, and I now let him keep his favorite B car in his crib/now pack'n'play. It was just hilarious to me.
P.S. I do let him keep Mr Glo while sleeping, his fuzzy monster blanket, and I now let him keep his favorite B car in his crib/now pack'n'play. It was just hilarious to me.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Bloody Nose
The last few weeks have been...different.
Today, Gabriel has his first bloody nose, despite the fact that we have exactly two pieces of furniture in the house (literally). He took a nose dive (literally) off of the rocker/glider. Let's just say that it's REALLY hard to try and squeeze the nose of a toddler who's screaming and squirming... But, it's all good. Despite my inability to hold his nose, the bleeding stopped within a few minutes.
That said, Gabriel's also been really snotty lately. I'm not 100% sure what it is. He's not sick. We're going through a lot of changes. And I know my allergies have been bad lately too... But poor little guy. He's had a clear runny nose for almost a week. He's been UBER worn out by the end of each day. When I go to pick him up from daycare, he's already ready for bed (I get off of work at 4). A week'ish ago, Gabe had gotten quiet all of the sudden. So, naturally, I go to check on him. He was sitting nicely in his bedroom reading books. It was SO cute that I decided it would be great for us to read together (either the same book or quietly reading our own). He, apparently, HATED that idea. Once he saw me come into the room, he started screaming (hard core screaming), literally pushed me out of the room, and slammed the door in my face. Once I was gone, he was quiet and happy in his little introverted hobbit hole again. I guess I now definitely know he's not an extrovert. He LOVES being around people, but is like me and needs a good chunk of time to "recover" too. Poor guy. It's hard when there's absolutely nothing I can do about it. I've been trying to get all of my "stuff" done before I pick him up so that we don't have to be out of the house more than necessary, but he still starts screaming as soon as we're alone (usually on the car ride home) because he's so tired/stimulated. What can I say?
Today, Gabriel has his first bloody nose, despite the fact that we have exactly two pieces of furniture in the house (literally). He took a nose dive (literally) off of the rocker/glider. Let's just say that it's REALLY hard to try and squeeze the nose of a toddler who's screaming and squirming... But, it's all good. Despite my inability to hold his nose, the bleeding stopped within a few minutes.
That said, Gabriel's also been really snotty lately. I'm not 100% sure what it is. He's not sick. We're going through a lot of changes. And I know my allergies have been bad lately too... But poor little guy. He's had a clear runny nose for almost a week. He's been UBER worn out by the end of each day. When I go to pick him up from daycare, he's already ready for bed (I get off of work at 4). A week'ish ago, Gabe had gotten quiet all of the sudden. So, naturally, I go to check on him. He was sitting nicely in his bedroom reading books. It was SO cute that I decided it would be great for us to read together (either the same book or quietly reading our own). He, apparently, HATED that idea. Once he saw me come into the room, he started screaming (hard core screaming), literally pushed me out of the room, and slammed the door in my face. Once I was gone, he was quiet and happy in his little introverted hobbit hole again. I guess I now definitely know he's not an extrovert. He LOVES being around people, but is like me and needs a good chunk of time to "recover" too. Poor guy. It's hard when there's absolutely nothing I can do about it. I've been trying to get all of my "stuff" done before I pick him up so that we don't have to be out of the house more than necessary, but he still starts screaming as soon as we're alone (usually on the car ride home) because he's so tired/stimulated. What can I say?
Monday, July 11, 2011
Words
At 18.5 months, Gabriel can now say these words:
Mama
Dada
Cat Cat
Quieta
Bye Bye
No
Thank You
Beep Beep? (Cat's name) or Pee Pee (not sure as they sound exactly the same, but he uses the terms correctly...)
Bonka Bonk (his rolling toy)
Uh Oh
Hello/Hi
Ha Ha
And he sorta sings "Ooh Baby Baby, Ba-Baby Baby"
Mama
Dada
Cat Cat
Quieta
Bye Bye
No
Thank You
Beep Beep? (Cat's name) or Pee Pee (not sure as they sound exactly the same, but he uses the terms correctly...)
Bonka Bonk (his rolling toy)
Uh Oh
Hello/Hi
Ha Ha
And he sorta sings "Ooh Baby Baby, Ba-Baby Baby"
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Nicknames of the first year
Booger Butt (Chris hated this one)
Boog-Schmoog
Mr Kickster
Yoda Monster
Gabriel Monster
[the normal, boring] Gabe
Mr Schneibly
Nana
Gaby Baby [this is something others called him and I didn't prefer]
Big Baby Boy
Hm...Maybe that's all, or at least the main ones.
Boog-Schmoog
Mr Kickster
Yoda Monster
Gabriel Monster
[the normal, boring] Gabe
Mr Schneibly
Nana
Gaby Baby [this is something others called him and I didn't prefer]
Big Baby Boy
Hm...Maybe that's all, or at least the main ones.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Life is hard sometimes
I used to be very much a feel it, deal it, and get over it type of person. And, to be honest, I still prefer it that way for the most part. If you're gonna be happy, be all out happy and enjoy it while you can. If you're gonna be mad, get yourself good and angry so that you can process it and then it's done. I love, love, LOVE the feeling of of excitement and overly researching something when you've finally gotten to the point of seriously considering it. The excitement of all of the possibilities and the anticipation of all of the amazing outcomes (and also being nervous about the worst possible outcomes)... And then when you find out it almost positively won't work out...it hurts. It sort of crushes your entire being in a garbage disposal. And you come out one raw piece of meat. It takes a while to get less tender about the situation and you can't help but remember what could've been...and continue wondering if it still could be...
Friday, September 10, 2010
Mucho sleepo
Different people have different opinions on what it means to sleep through the night. I'm one of those who thinks it's a 5-6 hour chunk at a time. However, last night was GABE'S FIRST NIGHT to surpass his previous feat! Yes, you heard me right. He finally went down at about 9:15 last night and didn't wake up until I cracked his door at 5:15 this morning. Then, after eating, went right back to sleep. What what!!!
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