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Holding on and letting go

28 Jun

I am, apparently, secretly anxious about giving away (or loaning out) Niko’s outgrown baby clothing.

We have some friends who just had a baby, and they’ve had a bunch of Niko’s clothes and blankets and stuff for awhile now. Between their baby arriving a month early and them purchasing a new house and getting it ready for move in etc they haven’t had a chance to give me back the stuff they don’t want. Or the plastic bins that stuff was stored in. I want the plastic bins back very badly because my LORD but I have several uses for them. I want the clothing etc back because we have some other friends who are expecting a baby and I’m sending stuff their way as well. They live about 2-3 hours away, and a mutual friend has already dropped off a baby bath, giant sponge, tummy time mat, infant carrier, and bucket car seat/stroller “system.” But the clothing! And receiving blankets! Tiny socks and mitts! Itty bitty hats! THEY NEED THESE. And I want my bins back!

So this whole “wanting my stuff back so I can pass it on to someone else” has been bugging me a bit, but not in a huge way. Just in a “remember to do this, babies do eventually get born and need to be dressed” kind of way. And I really do want my bins back so I can put the sunroom and its sewing related mess into order. But that was it! Or so I thought.

No, no. I am apparently secretly very anxious about getting rid of all of Niko’s baby things. Why? Because I had a dream where I was walking past a building and heard a baby crying, and went inside and there was a new born baby in just a diaper lying on an ottoman. There was a crib near by, but he (I was hoping for a girl, and in the dream said “aw man! boy babies get poop all up under their nutties!”) was not in the crib, he was on top of the ottoman, as though somebody had just placed him down for a moment and wandered off.

I was very upset.

This baby NEEDED CLOTHING and I DID NOT HAVE CLOTHING. I spent 95% of the dream looking for some of Niko’s hand-me-downs to dress him in, and fretting that if he spit up or something we didn’t have a change of clothing and OMG what if he GOT COLD? 5% was spent looking for his parents. But mostly it was just holding the baby and looking through boxes and drawers and in closets and underneath things, looking for the clothing I’d given away, but maybe some of it was still here someplace? I couldn’t have given it ALL away, could I? I was unprepared! I was unready! THIS BABY NEEDED CLOTHING.

It was really weird.

In other news, Niko’s almost outgrown his shoes.

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Do it all, then do it again.

22 Jun

Life with a toddler (because I don’t have a baby any more, I have a toddler who walks and shit like that and OH MY GOD he’s starting to run) involves a lot of doing and redoing and redoing over and over and over. Pick up all the books. Pick them up again. Pick them up once more. Sweep the crushed/scattered cheerios off the carpet, out from under the carpet, off the floor. Then do it once again. Then once more, with feeling this time. Make scrambled eggs. Every morning. Cut some grapes. Cut some grapes. Cut some grapes. Cut some grapes. Buy bananas. Change a diaper again and again and again. Clean juice off the floor. Clean juice off the floor in the other room. Clean juice off the floor in the first room. Clean juice off the rug. For a change of pace, clean juice off the book case and the couch and why do my bed pillows smell like apples? Ah. Yes. Of course. They somehow got juice on them. Why not.

Sing “London Bridge.” All of it. All the verses. THERE ARE FIVE HUNDRED VERSES. Sing it again. Pick up the books. Sing “London Bridge” again. Sweep up the cheerios. Make a grilled cheese sandwich. Cut some grapes. Play finger puppets. Bark like a dog. Play peekaboo. Pick up the books. Pick up the blocks. Dump the blocks back out. Play finger puppets. Sing “London Bridge.” Change a diaper. Cut some grapes. Make a grilled cheese sandwich. Look for all the blocks for the shape sorter. Hide the talking toy that’s shorted out and just makes creepy, irritating noise. Do it again. Do it over. Do it again. Sweep the carpet.

It’s monotonous. Niko’s cutting at least two premolars right now, possibly 3, and they are all the size of boulders. He’s also on the cusp of language, but not quite there yet, so he’s frustrated a lot. We don’t know what he’s saying, what he wants. Our moments of monotony are punctuated loudly –and lately, frequently– with temper tantrums and screams and writhing on the floor. The oppressive, humid heat isn’t helping, either.

There’s moments of marvelousness, too. Niko talks to his stuffed animals. He puts finger puppets on his finger and then “reads” to them. He walks backwards and works up to a running start, trying to scramble onto the couch. He sings to himself, to his toys. He laughs and barks at the dogs outside. He has a new dance move. He talks and he laughs, he sings and he dances, he plays. He does it all, and he does it again. And he does it again. And he does it again. And we move on through the day, the week, the month, the years stretching out before us.

We do it all, and then we do it again.

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15 Months

16 Jun

Niko, a 15 month old toddler, stands in the foreground of a cluttered living room. He has a lamb finger puppet on one finger and is talking to it.

Niko is fifteen months old. Oh my GOD I KNOW what is with babies and getting older? He’s also gotten more ~~dangerous~~ in some ways (managing to reach any knife that’s not in the knife block, climbing up stepladders, trying to launch himself head first over the back of the couch) but is still scared of other things (swings, grass, water on his feet unless he’s in the bath tub). He’d managed to grow a luxuriant crop of golden curls, which my father in law snipped off in a scream-drenched orgy of terror and regret. Actually, I regret nothing and it’s nice to have a kid who doesn’t have food stuck in his hair or hair in his eyes. I mean, literally, it would get in his eyes and he was constantly shoving it out of the way. Niko kept grabbing at his head for a few days after the hair cut as if to say “where is my hair? It is so different!” but I think he’s glad it’s not tickling his ears anymore.

I don’t know if he’ll ever grow curls again. However, my mom and my mother in law both have curly (or at least wavy) hair, and when Nesko’s hair is short it’s straight but when it grows out it forms into sausage curls. And that 1/3rd of my hair that fell out grew back in curly. So who knows! My youngest brother had short hair almost his entire life, then he grew it out into a glorious mane of dark blond spirals. Nobody knew he had curly hair until then.

Anyway, let’s do a milestone check, shall we?

Most Kids Can Do:

Plays with ball

Yes. He loves balls. He grabs them, throws them, chases them, retrieves them, and kicks them. He also likes when you bounce a big soft ball off his head or face.

Uses three words regularly

Nanah is “banana,” “bye bye” I’ve gone over before, “bapa” means “thing” or “look at that thing!” “wao wao bapa!” is “dog,” “hwee hwee bapa!” is “bird,” mamamam is food/eating, ‘mah is “ne ma” or “no more, all gone, empty.”

Walks backward

He does this sometimes just to do it. Other times he does it to get a running start to launch himself at the couch.
Half Kids Can Do

Scribbles with a crayon

We have those tadoodles things which are chunky triangular crayons in a weeble-wobble kind of plastic shell with a goofy face on each one. He scribbles and also makes dots. And he tries to bite and eat the crayons.

Runs

Like the wind. The clumsy, easily distracted wind.

Adopts “no” as his favorite word

Actually, no! He does say “nehnehneh” sometimes when he really doesn’t want something, and he’ll turn his head if you try to mess with his mouth and he doesn’t want you feeding him/sticking fingers in there/brushing his teeth/trying to remove a choking hazard. There’s some “no” head shaking which is short and sharp and very different from his goofy expansive “shaking his head back and forth while grinning because it’s funny.” But he’s pretty easy going still. Knock on wood.
A Few Kids Can Do

“Helps” around the house

Yes! He puts things in drawers (like, say, my flip flops and his pacifiers), puts toys in bins/boxes, and is in love with the broom.

Puts his fingers to his mouth and says “shhh”

Words cannot express how effing adorable this is. However, he doesn’t do it, probably because we don’t model that at all.

Jumping ahead a bit, he climbs (stepladders, furniture, and apparently he can go up stairs. Nesko’s seen him do it.), gives kisses, takes his shirt off, and while he’s not eating WITH a spoon, he’s eating NEAR a spoon. He’ll pick up food in one hand, hold the utensil in the other, put the food on the utensil, grin at everyone so we can appreciate how clever he is, then pick the food up with his hand and put it in his mouth. If he has something soft and wet (cereal, mushed food, mashed potatoes, pudding) he can dunk the spoon in it and convey it to his mouth, but it’s not really eating-with-a-spoon yet, and also sometimes he misses his mouth and hits his ear. I don’t even.

He also sings.

Nesko swung by a yard sale and picked up a finger puppet stage and a bag of finger puppets (plus two hand puppets). Niko’s become attached to a little lamb fingerpuppet (possibly becase it’s got a soft but firm plastic chewable head) and walks around with it on one finger, talking to it and singing to it, sometimes giving it little kisses and sometimes chewing on it.

You can see more recent photos of Niko if you check out my facebook album here: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=221298&id=749556564&l=0f5c12cca3 . It should be visible to everyone.

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Lingua Nikola: A Glossary

01 Jun

Ah (also ah!ah!) is bread/toast.
AHHP!!! is “hey!”, “hello,” “Tada!”, and “I found you/peekaboo.”
Baba is “bye bye” and means “good bye,” “I want to go now,” “get me out of here,” and “hey, look, a door!” as well as “tata went bye bye out this door but will be home soon” and “you are going out the door.”
Bapa is kind of a catch-all “look at that” term and also anything/one that has a face.
Beba is baby/child.
Dadada (sometimes bababa or tata or dada or papa) is tata (Nesko).
Djeh (sometimes deh) is his Djedo (grand dad) and/or old men.
Dehdah is duckie.
Gekki is kitty.
Heah is hello.
‘ma is “Ne Ma” or “no more,” and he says this when he sees an empty plate, bowl, box, etc. Often while shrugging.
Mama is me (mama)
Mamamam is food/eating and “I’m hungry.”
Nana (sometimes nanana or anana) is banana.
wao wao bapa is dog and also squirrel.
Waow! is “wow.”

I think there’s more, but this is what I can think of right now.

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