Uh, hey, George is two. He's made that abundantly clear, haha. He's sort of a Turd Ferguson, let's just say that. Most days he's my wonderful, sweet George I'm so used to, but other days are spent with over-sensitive Teenager George where life is not fair and that's not what he asked for. This George pops up most often when you tell him not to do something or otherwise correct or redirect his actions. Teenager George is not a great listener and requires a lot of one-on-one discussions. The beast that is Teenager George can often be calmed by making and keeping him aware of what's going on and why, such as, "You said you're tired. I'm going to change your bum, get you a drink, and then lay you down in your bed to sleep." When said method does not work, PAW Patrol will roll in and save the day. Thank you, PAW Patrol, for your fearless service and bravery.
George has begun taking greater interest in his sisters, including learning their names! He most often just calls them both, "Maren," but he's correctly naming, "Sofia," more and more. I still think he's struggling with understanding why in the world they're still here, but his lack of interest is still working out for us as he's not hounding them or me all the time, which makes it WAY easier to function, thank goodness!
This kid is growing his two-year molars currently, which I've heard plays into the whole "hi-I'm-a-two-year-poop-head" thing, but who knows. This kept him up until past midnight two nights, unable to sleep, and started a lovely bought of him literally screaming his head off when it was time for bed. Let's just say I'm incredibly lucky to have the husband that I have, as Bradley was the one to work with George to understand why he was screaming every night and how we could help. The process for bed time basically entailed Bradley repeatedly talking to a sobbing, inconsolable George about, "Why are you sad?" George picked up on that Brad was trying to communicate and help, and eventually began to talk more than cry. It only took a couple nights of psychotic George before Brad completely figured out the system that I first described of, "Okay, this is what's going to happen." Bed time very quickly returned back to the pleasant moment that it had always been.
By the end of the month George really did mellow down on the crazy, though. He began to request more "nap time" or "nah-night" where he'd just go lay down in his crib with a drink and some books for thirty minutes or so and then come out happy when he was finished. He's progressively done less and less mini-naps and is just happy all day again instead, which is AWESOME. That's my George! Overall, George is growing up. He wants to feel included, wants to feel heard, and he's sometimes a jerk when he feels that those desires aren't being met. He's very clearly unsure of how to fully handle his emotions, but just this month he's learned so much as we've been consistent with how we handle the tantrums and fussing. He continues to be a pain in the butt for little moments every-so-often, but the moments are fewer and he's never been a total jerk for entire days, so that's a relief! We really have it easy on the whole, "Terrible Twos," experience and we're pretty grateful for that!
George has found a new love of climbing. Tables, chairs, desks, even attempts to get up on the kitchen counter have occurred with this youngin'. The first time he did it he had run upstairs ahead of me and as I went to find him, I found him on the hearth room table, totally looking for James's laptop. Turd Ferguson. Before we got a step stool, he'd climb up on a chair in the bathroom in front of the left sink and exclaim, "Want to brush teeth! Turn water on!" multiple times a day. (Now he just does it on his step.)
And man, does he love to brush his teeth. He loves it when he does it, he doesn't dig it when I do. But that's how it's done--I actually brush his teeth first, he does his mediocre "brushing" that's mostly eating toothpaste and sucking water out of the bristles. Hey, as long as he enjoys it.
We have this game where George will find me in my room and say, "3, 2, 1?" and so I'll pick him up, count down from three, and toss him onto the bed, over and over again. He loves it. The crazier the throw, the better. That kid really has no regard for safety (except when there's no need to worry about it, like the vacuum). Seriously though, he loves it, and it's a good workout for me, throwing 30+ pounds of George around.
Loves counting with fingers. He's been watching his grandmas and me do it for a while now, and he's slowly figured out how to do it with his own fingers, it's super cute. He loves to point at your hand and exclaim how many fingers you've got up. "Five!" He'll also just count any appendage. He'll pull his foot right next to his face, stare at it, and then look at me and say, "Five toes," very seriously. I love him, pretty much.
Interested in going potty on the toilet. It started with him telling me throughout the day, "I need to go poop," and has evolved into, "Want to use the potty." He's definitely ready... I'm so not! Not in a sentimental oh-I-can't-believe-he's-ready kind of way, more in a I'm-too-lazy-to-take-that-on-right-now way. Yep, he's so ready. We bought a child's seat adapter thingy and big boy underwear but beyond that we just randomly take him to the bathroom. He pees every time but so far no matter how much he says, "I need to poop," he hasn't pooped on the toilet yet. For me, I feel like we've got plenty of time. I've never been stressed about potty training him by a specific time, but I'm glad that he's interested in it now and we'll definitely be figuring that out soon, just... not right now, hahaha. Maybe when the girls eat less. All I can see is crying babies at the same time George needing to go poop and just disaster. Trust me.
I've been working with George to teach him to clean up after himself and to take direction on that. For the most part it's been me guiding him through the process while holding my hand or on my lap, but there are those awesome moments where he does it completely on his own, it's schweet! Just trying to get him into the habit of taking care of his things and helping out; so far it's just a fun learning moment where it's completely just him and me, and that's super nice.
Speaking of holding hands, George is great at it now! In fact, he now will grab on and not want you to let go, which is a huge jump from the gross-don't-hold-my-hand phase of the past. He's good at keeping a hold even when he wants to dart away because, hello, Walmart is awesome to run through. However, if I ever do let go he will take the opportunity to dart should he feel inclined to, especially in the store! He loves running through wherever we are that isn't at home, haha.
When we're outside (which he still loves and requests it every day, multiple times a day), and we're just walking on the sidewalk, George will often take off running on the path we take to Bluffdale Park. We'll ask him, "Where are you going?!" and he'll holler, "Go to the park!"
Speaking of outside, now that there's two newborns getting out of the house is basically the biggest event of my life when I try and do it on my own, so sadly George wasn't getting to play outside as much as he's used to. So we concocted an area in the walk out using a baby gate to keep him contained, sort of like a mini backyard (made totally of concrete, haha). I put out chalk for George to use and created a makeshift water table from a mini stool and a plastic bin filled with water. He loved drawing circles with me on the ground, and thought the white trash water table was a hoot. Brad got the brilliant idea to write the alphabet on the wall and later we added shapes and numbers as well. George loved going up and counting down the numbers, or pretending to write the letters that he saw.
Bed time got weird for a second. He suddenly had these two year-old scream fests about it. He's totally unbarred in his toddler bed, and once he figured out how to open doors he was constantly in and out. Luckily there's two doors to his room, including the bathroom which has its lock on the bathroom side, not in his room, so we just locked both doors. He'd go jiggle the handle, figure out it was locked, get back in bed and be angry for about 30-seconds, and then fall asleep instantly. It was pretty fun to observe. Now it's just bed time and if he's not ready to sleep quite yet he'll just stay in his bed, read his books, and talk before falling asleep. In the morning I always find him in his bed, he seems cool with waiting for me like when he was in his crib. But instead of me picking him up he gets out on his own, he just waits for me to get in there before he does, haha.
Holy cow, this kid is a parrot! We keep making jokes about watching what we say, but seriously, we need to watch what we say, haha! He repeats pretty much anything new or anything that sounds good to him, and it's always three times cuter when he says it.
One thing George does is he'll tell us something he wants, say, "Want to go outside," and we'll respond, "You want to go outside?" to verify we heard him right, and he'll answer, "OKAY!" like it was our idea. It makes us laugh every time.
I know I mentioned this previously, but holy cow, George is so social now. He loves people, he loves kids, and he loves playing with everyone. He's such a blast, he'll ask to play certain things or do certain activities and I love it. He'll say, "I want to play! I want to play on the slide!" and then run downstairs to go do it. It's the best.
George has been sleeping incredibly. He'll go to bed at five or six and then sleep till eight. Say what? Yeah, it's amazing. And he'll sleep through the entire night, he won't wake up once. It's wonderful. He could not have better timing!
You know, maybe it was a first time mom misconception thing, but I seriously was always so paranoid about being too loud when George was sleeping. I'm talking I would use the upstairs bathroom I was so paranoid that the flushing toilet would wake him up. I made Brad and I whisper quietly, even in the front room. The door shutting to George's room sounded like a blaring horn to me when I'd do it after putting him down. It was endless. My biggest fear with the girls was them being too loud and waking George up throughout the night. But seriously, George doesn't even wake up when Sofia's screaming. He's awesome. It definitely helps that the girls room is pretty soundproof because it's in the audio/visual room, but man, George is a boss. He'll still wake up if we're extremely loud repeatedly, but I don't know why I spent so much time not peeing in my toilet throughout the night!
We've also had friends over multiple times after George has gone to bed and we've been hanging in the front room and we just keep our voices at a regular level and it's just fine. It's crazy, when George started going to bed so early I really thought that we'd never be able to hang out past six again! But he rocks! Amber and Nathan were over the other night and we played Mario Kart and Super Smash Bros. in the front room and had a few times where we got a little loud but squashed it pretty fast and George didn't budge, he's a stud.
George's nosy level has gone up significantly, haha. He's constantly checking the counter to see what he can reach (you know, to find a "sword") and pushing an button he can find, see, or reach. He's so obsessed with phones it's crazy, and if he can get to yours, trust me--he'll get to it. And lock you out of your phone (sorry, Grandma Christy). He's beyond funny how well he can get to things, but he's also beyond obnoxious how well he can get to things, hahaha! He's too smart for his own good and especially loves to steal calculators, knifes, scissors, anything that can draw, and flashlights. He's dangerous, that one.
This month started off pretty rough with all the two-year-old-ness, but in the end that didn't last and for the most part he's just be the George we know and love! Still afraid of vacuums. We'll work on that. At some point.
Friday, September 18, 2015
Thursday, September 10, 2015
Let's start with farts. These girls, as previously mentioned, fart like dudes. Seriously. I leave them to hang with their dad and it's like Fart Town over there, it's pretty hilarious. Maren's farts are definitely the loudest, however. Sofia farts just as much, don't get me wrong, but, holy mack, Maren's are vocal!
Speaking of vocal, Sofia is still our vocal one! Not just yelling, but she's beginning to talk with us. We'll be chatting with her (while she makes severe eye contact) and she likes to coo and gurgle back. Okay, and sometimes squawk, because that's just Sofia. If someone is screaming and crying downstairs my dad will often come to the door and ask, "Who's sad?" and basically the answer is, "Who do you think?", hahaha. Sofia still hates bows and often hates getting dressed. Diapers she's pretty cool with unless she's already upset, then it's pretty easy to get upset about the diaper change too!
Maren continues to be our mellow gal, however she's definitely picked up her game. When she's hungry that girl will definitely let you know as she goes into a full-blown panic like she's fairly sure she's going to perish if we don't feed her now. The panic sort of builds up from low-volume fussing to full-out cries, it's pretty cute. She gets a little desperate when it comes to being hungry. She still hates diaper changes and most of the time stresses out while you change her, haha. Poor girl!
Both girls are wide awake. Sofia is all about finding you and getting your attention (which includes yelling at you if you're not there to stare at), while Maren is more into looking at her surroundings (and then maybe stressing about them). They aren't awake for very long periods--an hour is pushing it--but when they're up, they're alert! LOVE IT.
Sleep like bosses still. There are some nights where one will stay up later due to gas, but otherwise you can just lay them down in their crib awake and they'll just fall asleep. Often they don't even need a binky. Maren seems to be the boss at this currently; she sleeps for longer chunks of time and doesn't get startled awake anymore. If she's fed with a clean bum, after laying her down and tucking a fuzzy blanket around her, I can seriously turn around to grab Sofie only to come back and Maren's out like a light. It's legit, let me tell you. For Fia, when you put her in her crib and snuggle her in, she'll often look around the room for a while with her bright blue eyes, just sucking on her binky, before she zonks. It's basically mega-adorable.
Other than gas, Sofia sometimes will stay awake later to demand dad time. She can't just hang out with him, she needs his full, undivided, mega-eye-contact attention. It's hilarious. We're like, "Sofie, you've stared long enough. It's bed time," and then she'll finally allow herself to rest easy knowing that she got some dad stare-age in.
In other news of their sleeping habits, Maren moves like crazy in her sleep. We've found her flipped 90-degrees from where we left her the night before. It's crazy the amount that chick moves! She can also break out of a swaddle like a boss. Mimi can basically sense a poor swaddle from a mile away and then, BAM!, she's out and free. Keeping her swaddled the whole night is a big accomplishment! With the nicer swaddling blankets--those huge, muslin type--she'll technically stay swaddled. I mean, she's definitely wrapped up, but she also manages to wiggle down so much the neck of the swaddle ends up going over her head. Yeah, who knows. She's amazing.
Sofia stays swaddled but we'll often find her in some crazy c-shape, with her back completely arched back. She's a contortionist.
Fifi loves her swaddle nice and tight. I think she's also easier to swaddle because she's smaller and thus the receiving blankets fit around her better, haha. Did I mention Maren has grown like a weed? She's so freaking tall! She's close to ten pounds, it's crazy!
These girls are totally unlike their brother in the fact that when they nap, they nap. Like, three hour naps multiple times a day. It's wonderful. Seriously, so great. I could not have asked for a better gift, it makes my day go back so smoothly in balancing three kids. I'm relishing in it while it lasts!
Sofia is smiling quite often, it's adorable. When she wakes up I'll go in and start baby talking to her and she'll just grin and it's the best. Her entire face just lights up like crazy. She just loves being talked to. She's an attention hog, she can't get enough. It brings Sofia unlimited happiness just to have someone to talk and listen to.
Maren smiles but she's more choosy about who she smiles for. She's more into just hanging out silently together, she's not super into chit-chatting yet. But man, when you get her attention, her smile is amazing!
Maren will sleep anywhere and on anyone, especially when you hold her up, laying against your chest, head on your shoulder. For Sofia, if you allow her to stare at you long enough she'll happily fall asleep on you. But overall both girls prefer to be swaddled and in their cribs and they're both really good at letting me know, "Okay, I want to sleep in my crib now." They'll start getting just slightly fussy and won't really let anything comfort them fully. They'll take a binky for a bit or calm down as they're being bounced, but ultimately they'll go back to being just slightly fussy and that's when I know, "Ohh, you want to go to bed."
Their bed time usually hits exactly when George goes to bed and if not it's no later than 9:00 PM. Again, they're miracle babies. They make this so easy for us. I'm really waiting for the poop to hit the fan because they're so great at making things simple!
Both ladies poop, like, all the time. It smells like rotten fish (yes, you wanted to know that detail, trust me). It's just terrible. But I'll take poop-all-the-time over constipation any day.
Random note, but through many wonderful gifts of diapers we've discovered that Huggies are sort of amazing. I feel like George was always needing a clothing change because of peeing through his diapers, but since we've started some of the Huggies packages we got in size 1 the girls can go through the entire night on one diaper, two tops. No accidents, no diaper rashes. Huggies are legit, my friends. SO LEGIT.
Really, these girls are just crazy different. Maren is a full head taller, their ears are totally different, Maren has my nose, Sofia has my mom's, Maren's eyes are navy blue, Sofia's are ocean blue, Sofia has Brad's eye shape, Maren has mine, their personalities are completely different, and it goes on! I love that they're fraternal. I love all those differences in appearance. They've both changed so much since birth, even since the beginning of the month they look completely different, it's crazy. They've just been so fun so far and I can't wait to keep watching them grow.