in the spirit of April Fool's

I'm SO not one for pranks - I think they can get mean really fast.  But this one had me literally rolling, I was laughing so hard:

I stand corrected

This evening, after his bath, Cole chose undies with bears on them.

"Rawrrr!!! " I said, as I helped him put them on.

"NO MAMA! NO RAWRRR! YIONS RAWRRR!" Cole corrected me.

"Oh, ok.  Sorry.  So what do bears say then?"

He paused, then said, "BEARS GO GRRRR!!"


I love this age.

Operation: Bye Bye Bink

So, if you've spent any amount of time around Cole, you know that he is a binky baby.  SUPER attached to his bink.  So much so, that I occasionally worried that he would need one packed in his bags as we sent him off to college.

I jest.  But not by much.

While we managed to limit him to just having it at nap time and bedtime, it was still starting to become an issue - his teeth were starting to realign differently because of his ferocious sucking habit as he was drifting off.  And our pediatrician recommended we wean him off of it sooner rather than later, because "it will only get harder". 

But...I didn't want to.

See, Cole is a child that DESPERATELY needs his sleep.  And a lot of it.  Twelve-plus hours at night, plus a hour and half to two hour nap during the day.  He is a crabby little apple if he's missing his sleep...not to mention that I also desperately need that break as well.

And he was doing awesome - sleeping so well and so independently. 

But this weekend, I realized that we just needed to do it - like ripping off a Band-Aid.  So, after talking it up for a few days, we told Cole that he was such a big boy, we needed to pass his binks onto his baby cousin.  (I wanted to play up to his sense of empathy - it seems to make things easier for him when placed in the context of helping other people.)  I told him how happy Baby Rowen would be with his old binks, how Baby Rowen would cry until Auntie Meggie gave her a bink and then she would be so happy.  I told him how glad I was that he could be a big boy now and help out his baby cousin.

So, we gathered up all the binks (even the ones hidden in random places...like a true addict, Cole had some secret hiding spots) and plopped them into an envelope to "mail".  Baby Rowen even sent us a box with a new toy truck in it, complete with a thank you note.

Well...I'd love to say it was all smooth sailing.  But it has not been.  If I could do it over again - at this point - I would just let him have it until he DID take it to college.  I can honestly say that this week has been the worst week we've ever had. 

Cole's behavior has been horrendous, my patience has been limited, his sleep has been sporadic, and I'm at my wit's end. 

Can someone PLEASE tell me how long until I have my sweet, sleeping 12-hours-plus-2-hours-for-naps, well-behaved little boy back?  

And if you can't do that, can you at least bring me some wine? 

Cole, right now

1.  He loves to tell me to be careful.  If I bump into the table, it's "MAMA, BE CAREFUL! NO BUMP TABLE!"  Or if I clink my glass with my plate, it's "MAMA, BE CAREFUL! NO BREAK DISHES! BE WERRY (VERY) CAREFUL!" all with a super serious look on his face.

2. Favorite colors are orange, pink, and blue.

3. Has no less than fifteen books completely memorized.  Word for word.  Now getting him to actually recite those books is another matter...stubborn little guy.

4. ADORES babies.  Gets super upset when anyone is crying.

5. His favorite restaurant is Olive Garden.  If he even overhears Chris asking me if we should eat out, he pipes up, "O-YIVE GARDEN! EAT O-YIVE GARDEN RESTRAURANT! COLE EAT BREADSTICKS!".  He's always willing to overcome his shyness to ask our server for "MORE BREADSTICKS PEESE!".  It's pretty adorable.

6.  Remains the most sensitive and empathetic child I've ever met.  He reads emotions so intuitively - I have to be careful to be really honest with him when I'm upset, because he recognizes it immediately.  "Cole, I'm feeling sad right now, but not because of anything you did, ok?  I'm really happy with you."  And then he gives me a hug and kiss to help me feel better.

7. Likes to choose his own spots and poses for photos now.  He'll search around to choose "just the right" spot, pose stiffly and look at me with the cutest, cheesiest grin ever:

Cole + Sticks

It has begun.

I knew little boys have love affairs with sticks. 

I knew the day would come when Cole would become stick-obsessed.

And here it is:

I must admit, I love it.  The original open-ended toy.  And it doesn't get much cheaper than free.  Let's just hope we make it through this without an eye poked out...because if I had a dollar for every time I yelled "WALK WHEN YOU ARE HOLDING A STICK!!" we would be gazillionaires.

my sister

I want to talk for a moment about my sister.

She's been my sister all my life (obviously).  We're only two years apart.  My childhood is filled with memories of playing with and arguing with her.  She slapped a boy across the face when I was seven because he wouldn't stop bothering me.  On hot days, we loved to fill up squirt bottles and squirt each other - until she squirted me in the face, after which I would refuse to play with her any more.  We walked to the bus stop or to school together for many years.  She was my maid of honor at my wedding, and I was her matron of honor at hers.  

Our relationship changed when I had Cole - not in a bad way, but just in the way that people who have kids have just a bit less in common with people who don't.  We still talked together most days of the week, still loved each other, but it was just a little bit different.  My life was centered around being a mama, and while she loved Cole dearly, the deep, all-encompassing love for a child was not something she could fully understand (as anyone who is not a parent can attest).

Then, in October, she had her baby - her Rowen.  My first niece.

And suddenly, it was as though we were even closer.  Even better friends than we were.  Suddenly, we had so much in common again.  Suddenly, we each had even more mutual respect and understanding for what it means to be a new mama.

The bonds of motherhood, of sisterhood, of friends, of women - now we have all of those in common.  The sleepless nights, the unending worry, the pure joy in their accomplishments, the struggles to make the right decisions...but most of all the mother-love for our babies. 

For Meg's baby shower, we each wrote a message in a notebook for her.  I wrote, "I am so glad to be a part of this journey of motherhood with you."  And it's so true.  I love watching her mother Rowen.  I adore listening to her talk about Rowen and about being a mother.  I love that we have so much new respect and love for each other, that we have yet another way to bond with together.

To you, Meaghan...my sister, my friend.

Random Adorableness

1. Last week, Cole received his first compliment about his speech.  We were all chatting at a restaurant before dinner and the server told us she thought he spoke very well for his age!

2.  After his bath, Cole always tells me his fingers feel "fuzzy".  It's such an accurate description for prune-y fingers!

3.  Cole adores plaid, stripes, and argyle.  He's also started trying to pick out my clothes in addition to his own for the day - it's usually "STRIPES, MAMA!  WEAR STRIPES SHIRT!".  And then he tries to insist that I wear two different shoes.

4.  I was working on a craft project (a St Patrick's Day banner) and hung it up during Cole's nap.  When he woke up and came out to the living room, he pointed to the bunting and said, "SO NICE, MAMA!  DIS SO NICE!" A compliment from my two year old!

5. His perspective on things still makes me laugh.  Last week, he came up to me and asked for tape.  I gave it to him and watched what he was going to do with it - he proceeded to tape the tops of two of his convertible matchbox cars!  "CARS BROKEN, MAMA!  NEED TAPE, FIX BROKEN CARS!"  Since they didn't have roofs, Cole decided he needed to make a roof for them!

6. After peeing the other day, he ran to see me and announced, "MAMA! COLE'S PEE YOOK YIKE PLANE CONTRAIL!" I laughed so hard.