Just Like Goober

A working suburban mom, a curious baby boy, and a whole lotta life

The End of the Story November 13, 2012

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A warning to all of those who have the potential to be as stupid as me: Go read “If You Give a Mouse a Cookie…” I know you, like me, probably read this when you were 6, but there are some seriously good parenting lessons in there. Lessons about how if you do something nice for your kids, even once, it will come back and bite you in the ass! Like that one time (okay, maybe 8 or 10 times) I gave Goober my phone to play on while I was grocery shopping or in line at the bank or something where I just wanted THE WHINING TO STOP. That one time (or 6 or 12 times) was enough for the power of the screen to hook its claws into my sweet toddler and turn him into something unrecognizable. Now everyday I have to listen to, “Momma, can I play on your phone?” “Mom, can I have your phone?” “Mommy, I want your phone!!!!!” And when I say no, over and over and over, the world as we know it comes to an end. We’re talking full on tantrum, complete with wailing, garment rending, and dramatic collapsing onto the floor. All for the cruel denial of his precious virtual dinosaur puzzle. I’m mean like that.

This particular lesson smacked me in the face again this morning. A little background- during the summer, I like to stop occasionally at QuikTrip for a soda. They’re always on sale over the summer and sometimes you just need some therapy in the form of fountain Diet Dr. Pepper. This summer, however, Goober has an awareness that Momma is getting something and he wants some. Since he’s not allowed to have soda, I got into the BAD habit of buying him the kid sized slushy anytime he was with me and I stopped.  I tried to explain to him that this was a “special treat,” that we only get “sometimes.” I’m pretty sure what he heard was “delicious sugar that you are entitled to on demand!” I tried to space out such treats, but it didn’t help that he started petitioning the grandparents to take him on his days with them. Kid is smart!

All of this leads us to this morning, when we were on our way to my dad’s house (he baby-sits Goober on Tuesdays.) We pass a gas station and the following conversation commences.

“Momma, look, a gas station! I need a special drink!”

“No buddy, we’re not stopping this morning.”

“But I NEED a special drink!!”

“Not today, we don’t need to spend money on that.”

“MOMMY. I NEEEEEED A SPECIAL DRINK!”

{Insert futile attempt to explain the difference between need and want to a 2-yr old. I know, I know!}

“But Mommy, I need it.”

“No buddy, you want it.”

“Mommy, I want a special drink!!!”

“Goober, we are not stopping, and that’s the end of the story!”

“NO MOMMA, I WANT A SPECIAL DRINK! THAT IS NOT THE END OF THE STORY!!”

“Oh yeah? What’s the end of the story then?”

“I DON’T KNOW! I CAN’T READ!

You try saying “No” to this guy!

 

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I had a child.

( And why I keep giving into him. Kid is GOOD!)

 

Catching Up September 12, 2012

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Like ripping off the band-aid. That is what I’m comparing to jumping back on the blogging bandwagon. Quick, a little painful, but soon a distant memory. So what if it’s been 5 months. Things haven’t changed all that much. Here’s a little rundown of what you may have missed since April:

  • Fell off the Weight Watcher’s bandwagon. Haven’t actually stepped on a scale since about April and not very eager to either. C’est la vie.
  • Took a 9 hour road trip to Atlanta. Everyone survived.
  • My baby turned two. MY BABY TURNED TWO!
  • Two has been interesting. It often lives up to the stereotype, but not always, and there are a lot of days where he’s so unbelievably awesome that I have to pinch myself a little.
  • My great aunt passed away. She was old, she was awesome, she is missed.
  • Summer came and is (hopefully) on it’s way out. It was hot.
  • We are sorta semi potty training. When Goober feels like it. Since he’s only 27 months and the Parents As Teacher program recommends waiting until 2 1/2 to ensure all the bladder nerves and control are developed, I’m not pushing it yet. I’m thinking during Christmas vacation we might try one of the 3 day methods. We’ll see.
  • Hubby is still out of work. It still stresses me the hell out.
  • For a variety of reasons, we’ve decided to put Goober in full time daycare. One day a week he stays with Hubby’s mom, one day a week he’s with my dad, and three days a week he goes to a sitter we found (we will call her J.) J is amazing and awesome and has incredible patience with Goober. He started back in May and had a pretty difficult time adjusting (a.k.a. he cried all damn day for the first few weeks.) Now’s he’s at the point where he doesn’t cry at all (mostly) when I drop him off and asks me when he gets to go next.
  • I’m in my LAST class of my Master’s program! Next semester I will take my comprehensive exams (’cause I was too lazy busy to try to study for them this semester) and then I will graduate in May. Wooohooo!
  • Did I mention I’m the parent of a TWO YEAR OLD? Insert your choice of incredulous sentiment of flying time here.

 

18 month slideshow January 30, 2012

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We just got all of the photos from Goober’s 18 month shoot and they are oh so wonderful. Here’s a little slideshow because I’m such a proud momma.

  

Gabe: Christmas 2011 from Bright Shot Photography on Vimeo.

A big thank you to Kara Proehl of Bright Shot Photography. She worked so well with him and the shots are so amazing. He’s growing so fast, I cannot explain how much I appreciate someone who can capture his personality so well. We will cherish these forever.

 

Saturday Sentiment- Generational Edition January 28, 2012

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Momma, 1984

 

 

Goober,  2012.

I think he’s mine 🙂

Goober photo courtesy of Bright Shot Photography

 

Because I know You Miss the Pictures January 24, 2012

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Here are a few shots of my little man from the past couple weeks. I can’t believe how big he is!

Ice Skating- He LOVED it! Frozen but refusing to come inside  What? You don't ride your toolbench like a horse?  SLIDE!   Whoa.   He knows he's cooler than you

 

Saturday Sentiment- Santa Claus Edition December 24, 2011

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My oh my, how things have changed!

 

2010

 

2011

 

18 months December 21, 2011

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Almost two weeks late, but here it is anyway. My baby is 18 months old!

Height: 32.75 in, 70th percentile

Weight: 24lbs 6oz, 40th percentile

Words: (we’re going to have to break these into categories, there’s a lot!)

Animals: Dog, Cow, Duck, Goose, Chicken, Bird, Owl, Fish, EE (monkey), Efant (elephant), gaffe (giraffe), Lion, Hippo

Animal Sounds:Woof, Mow (meow), Moo, Quack, Honk, Bawk, Baa, Mehh (goat), Gobble Gobble, Whooo, Neigh, Roar,

People: Mommy, Dada, Gamma, Nana, PaPa, Kathy, Ree Ree (Renee), Sue, Uncle, Dave, Elmo, Baby, Ho Ho (santa),

Food: Apple, Nana (banana), Oge (orange or clementine), Pear, Pie(!), Hotdog, Pizza, Cookie, Water, Milk, Juice

Other words: Bath, Eat, Comb, Brush, Poop(!), Toilet, Light, Stairs (only for downstairs), Tree, Out, NO, Mote (remote), Puh Puh Puh (please. He makes the P sound over and over), Thanks, Nigh Nigh

Dear Goober,

Since your first birthday, you have exploded in growth and development. You started walking a week after you turned 1, and very quickly went to running and climbing. You climb beds, chairs, stools, tables, couches, bookshelves…you name it, you’ve probably tried to climb it. You can hoist yourself up using just your arms, so you’ve got pretty strong little muscles. You’re crazy smart, in all the ways that terrify us. You can figure out a problem, like getting your pacifiers from the top of the book shelf by climbing onto the rocking chair, and then balancing on the arm of the rocker to reach the shelf. Or that if you sit under a glass table top, you can push the glass up and off the table. You love lights, like really really LOVE lights. You’re obsessed with plugging and unplugging cords from outlets, a habit which gives Momma a heart attack.

Speaking of Momma, you’ve started calling me Mommy, much to my dismay, and left “Momma” behind. Around 13 months your vocabulary took off. It’s no coincidence, I’m sure, that this was the same time that your Daddy started watching you full time and you started spending a lot of time with your Daddy as well as your Grandma Pat and Grandpa Jim. First with animals and animal sounds, then with all sorts of things. You really started to learn the names of your family, and you do this thing that your Dad and I call “Roll Call”, where you randomly start listing off all the people who’s names you know. It’s adorable.

You’ve gotten taller, but haven’t gained too much weight. We can’t really tell whose family your taking after most, your features vary just enough to keep us guessing. You’ve started watching a little tv, despite my insistence that we wouldn’t expose you to it till you were 2, and you currently have a morning routine that involves you and a banana on my lap with some Sesame Street. It’s a nice routine and it’s nice to have some time with just the two of us before Daddy gets up and I go to work.

You love playing on your slide and your rocking horse. You read books and you build with blocks. You still enjoy hearing music, but not as much as you did when you were smaller. You LOVE to be outside. You love the dog and cat and accost them frequently by throwing yourself on them, an action tolerated by the dog and feared by the cat. You still hate getting your diaper or clothes changed and you make it very difficult to do. You are sleeping through the night 90% of the time, generally going to bed at 8pm and waking up around 6am. You still take a pacifier, but only for sleeping. You try to sneak it outside of sleep time, but you reluctantly give it up when I catch you. You’re in a bit of a destruction phase, you like to tear up paper books, loose paper, mail, etc. We’ve had to put away all non-board books.

You love your family. You love spending time with your grandparents and aunts. Since you spend all day with your Dad and I work, you tend to cling pretty close to me when I’m home. It makes it hard to be productive, but I don’t mind too much. You learned “No!” awhile back and you’re not afraid to use it. You’re pretty strong willed, but very sweet. You’re growing up so fast, it makes my head hurt just trying to keep up, but I can’t wait to see what’s next.

Love,

Momma

 

Photo credit to Kara Proehl at Bright Shot Photography