2 year old logic: Spider-man

Last night story time was rather sad for Evan. He came to the realization that he in fact is not Spider-man, yet.
Everyday when I pick him up after work, I am greeted with imaginary webs shot from imaginary web blasters. Evan has been wearing the same spiderman shirt for 2 day and 2 nights. It is not just any spidey shirt either. It is spiderman's costume and thus Evan gets to be spiderman (well he gets to me Peter Parker because he doesn't have a mask. Nothing gets past this kid.) His favorite toy in the whole world is a stretchy lizard that he has named "Dr. Curt Connors". Let's just say the boy is obsessed. There are 4 major obstacles that Evan has decided that stand in his way of being Spider-man.
1. He does not have spidey gloves and therefore he does not have web blasters. He is very upset so maybe he'll get some for his birthday, he said "I'll never be spiderman." and pouted forever.
2. He's not big and old enough. He has to grow up to be spiderman.
3. He doesn't have a mask. Without it he can only be Peter Parker, who he is also going to be.
4. He doesn't have the right blue pants like spidey. (I'm basically a horrible mom for putting him in red ones.)
Hopefully one day Evan will grow up to be spiderman and his gymnastics classes will pay off.

Extended breastfeeding: Time to Wean.

I go through periods where I hate nursing a toddler. It's way different than a baby. Sure he gets calories and nutrition but it's mostly comfort. Additionally I equate it to slim fast or ensure because it's a meal replacement and Evan is satiated at dinner time but then hungry all night.
So here is where we are. I nurse him when we get home after work cuz he is usually both stressed and misses me. It's ok and I don't hate feeding him then. I don't like feeding him every ten minutes because he wants it. When I'm off work with him, I'm an all you can eat buffet. I've finally started saying no to him and telling him milk is for night time and nap time. Then I offer him something to drink or eat. Today was one of the first times it worked.
I have tried and failed at night weaning. But we are slowly making progress there. He drinks milk for a bit then I cut him off and comfort him to sleep. He no longer nurses to sleep and that's a huge victory.
Only time will tell but weaning has officially begun. Now instead of the awkward you are still breastfeeding conversation, I can say I'm weaning.

I'm raising a genius

Evan is just 2 years old but if you ask him he'll say 6. I have to say he's pretty accurate. Everyday he does something that amazes me.
1. He knows his basic colors, and will test you on it.
2. He knows basic shapes. And combine that with the colors you have yourself a game.
3. He uses directional words like above, behind, under, etc.
4. He lies.
5. He can count to 15.
6. He uses his imagination. I love eaves dropping on conversations between his animals.
7. He has an awesome memory. I can't bribe him with the zoo or seeing someone because he'll hold me to it.
8. He follows social cues and tells you that you are pretty, or asks about your day.
9. He can dress himself (shirt and shorts).
10. He can use my phone and switch between apps, and lock it when he's done.
He still can't color in the lines but there is always tomorrow.

Sticks and stones

Evan is an amazing kid. He broke his tibia and is totally unphased by it.
He was playing in a inflatable bouncy house at a party. All day he had been jumping and flipping like a pro. He is a daredevil and a boy through and through. We were about to leave when I hear, Evan is hurt, Evan is hurt. I run over to the bouncy and he is crying hysterically. I pulled him out and consoled him. Kids get hurt all the time so I thought he just got jarred. (He had knocked the wind out of himself earlier that day and took that in stride.) We left the party and were off to the next one. We got maybe 4 blocks when I felt something was not right. He whimpering and breathing heavy. I asked him what was wrong and he lifted his leg and said, it hurts, my leg hurts. There I was believing a two year old and called grampa to see which ER to take him to.
I met the folks at Christ ER and spent the next 4 hours waiting patiently with my young patient. Nothing was swollen, nothing was bruised but something was not right. He was given a dose of ibuprofen and his pain was eased and he knocked out. He was awoken for the exam and the nice doctors did not see anything, maybe a sprain? He tried to walk and my poor baby could not make it more than a foot. Thankfully he fell fast asleep again. All the X-rays were taken while he was asleep and he was splinted and we were to follow up with orthopedics.
Sunday he woke up sore and splinted. He looked at his leg and said, uh oh I broke it. We spent all day playing on the floor while Evan mastered crawling again.
Monday came and I tried to get a damn appointment. I was met with such opposition from the receptionist. He could get in today maybe or Friday. Really? There was no compassion fo a toddler in a splint. How could it possibly last til Friday. They wouldn't schedule him with another pediatric orthopedist? I finally raised hell and got him in. I was so scared and nervous for my baby.
Despite the bad reception, the care Evan received was great and it turned out his leg was broken in 2 places. He'll be in the cast for 4 weeks. I feel so bad that his leg is broken. That being said, this is also a good parenting moment for me for trusting my gut, listening to my child and fighting for the care he deserved.

My son is not a bully

Evan got picked on this weekend. He handled it better than most adults would. There we were playing at the park when kid that was probably older but was also littler than Evan came pushing past him on the slide. Chase ensued because finally there was a person his size with the same physical capabilities.  -Let me explain, Evan always wants to play with the bigger kids because they run around more than kids his age- 

Evan wanted to play with this child, I let them play then I started to notice subtle control issues, he wouldn't get off the bottom of the slide or he would climb up while Evan waited and waited at the top. At one point I just let Evan go down the slide and caught him before he could knock the kid off. (Much to the chagrin of his parents.) But my kid waited for a whole minute at the top of a big slide, which is like an eternity to a toddler.When Evan finally changed his mind about playing with kid, he was sitting at the top of the slide waiting for me to let him know I was at the bottom to catch him, the bratty kid climbed over Evan and stepped on his had. Then of course he sat at the bottom. I let Evan down the slide and took him over to another part of the park. He was sitting and playing nicely when the kid came over and stood right in front of him. Instead of retaliating, Evan calmly sat there. When the kid started swinging at Evan, he just took a step back. Then something amazing happen, instead of being a push over, Evan reclaimed half of toy panel and played beside the other child. When the bratty kid started to spaz out, I just watched Evan. He just looked at him. His dad finally stepped in and shot daggers at me for not controlling my child, but he was in control the whole time. I was so proud that Evan stood up the bully and did not even fight back. He chose to fight by standing his ground and not begetting violence with violence. 

Bullying is a hot topic in both the media and politics these days.

With all the social media outlets, it is understandable since kids now can attack others so quickly and ruin others lives in a matter of seconds. I am so very grateful that Facebook was not around in HS because I would probably be an entirely different person. 

Being bullied most of my life, I want to raise a child that is strong and can handle an attack because I was never able to. So on one end of the spectrum we have kids that are bullied into weakness and on the other we have the bullies. I want Evan to be in the middle somewhere, so if his is bullied or attacked, he can defend himself. But he will also be able to use judgement when faced with a bullying situation.

This is something I didn't expect to deal with until 3rd grade or so. But bullies come in all shapes and sizes. My sister complained the other day that a boy in her class picks on her. She is only 4 and she was teased enough to come home with a long detailed story about it, she was sooo sad. It broke my heart.

I have worried that Evan was going to have behavioral issues. At a very young age, he would go into attack baby mode and beat up other poor defenseless infants. He also became a biter for a few months. I am so thankful that has stopped. He still gets into fights like a sibling over toys and chairs (he is very territorial about sitting) with my little sister, but he shows the most empathy I have ever seen. If she cries, he comforts her, if you show sadness or pain he will try to find out what's wrong. I couldn't ask for a better child.

Extended Breastfeeding, Attachment Parenting and the Working Mom

I like to think of myself as a pretty normal mom. But breastfeeding a rather large toddler, I can see why people can see why it is extreme. Attachment parenting is hot right now, I have yet to read Mayim Bialik's book Beyond the Sling, but I follow her blog at kveller. I love her, I mean who doesn't love Blossom and Amy Farrah Fowler? I like that she nurses her son beyond age 3. That is something I can see happening if Evan has his way. I agree with baby wearing, I just got a new carrier today, I was geeked and tried it on while Evan slept. I am so excited to back carry him now! It goes to 45 lbs so I can carry him til he's 4 if he wants. I also cosleep with Evan, but that came out of necessity rather than parenting style. This is where my similarities with Ms. Mayim end. She and so many others in the attached parenting camp also babyled wean, don't vaccinate, practice elimination communication, home-school, eat organically (especially vegan). All things I don't do. So does that make me a half attached parent?
I feel really strongly about vaccinations. Plain and simple, I don't want to see my child sick or hurting, especially if it could have been prevented.

The conversion of my new sling and the TIME magazine issue that comes out tomorrow has lead me to air my opinions and grievances. I subscribe to much of the attachment parenting theory, but from what I can tell, the typical attached parent has the luxury and fortitude to stay at home. What about us working parents? There is one piece in particular that struck a nerve with me. The author compares attached kids to daycare kids. I do the best for Evan but he is cared for 9 hours of each day by someone else and he spends over an hour and a half in the car commuting with me. Comparing the benefits of having an attached child to that of a child who attends daycare really labels us working moms as bad mommies. I am not a bad mom. I am doing the best I can.

My son is well loved and well cared for, even if I'm not doing the caring 24/7. I am supporting our little family and providing the best possible life for him that I can. The controversy over attachment parenting has once again striked up the mommy war of the SAHM and WOHM. Neither side is better. (I hope that squashed it.) I just know that at the end of the day, my son knows I love him and that I'll do anything for him. Even if that anything is carrying him on my back or feeding his giant self mommy milk... in public.

Things kids say

I am happy to report that Evan now speaks in full sentences. Most of his sentences are not pretty, like "Elmo, quack quack, watch it." But he is truly a social being and loves to make impressive conversation starters.
Some noteworthy things he has said lately. I must also say his enunciation and pronunciation skills are amazing as well.

• Mom, can I have a piece of cheese?
• Look, <<whispers>> the baby is crying.
• The yo gabba gabbas are sleeping.
• Oh a book, read it.
• Eww, what is this?

He says a great many things right now, but I can't wait til he until he is 3 or 4. Preschoolers say the best stuff.

In the past couple weeks, I have been able to spend a lot of time with my little little sister and what she says amazes me too. I wish I could remember it all.

• My dad has a lot of medals and trophies, he is very lucky.
• When Evan bit her (we are still working on that.) She said "It's ok, I'll just have to get used to it."
• She turned on the lights for me, and said "Is that the spot?" Meaning is that good, not that we were looking for a spot.