Wednesday, March 24, 2010

The Pooptie



{{{{Brag Alert}}}}

I recently picked up a fun, little gift for Q, which has been the source of plenty of entertainment and laughter. Q seems to like it, too. He immediately took to his Winnie the Pooh ride-on. Now, for a guy who doesn't yet walk without assistance, his agility on this thing is quite impressive. To quote his Uncle Victor, "it's shocking."

The weather has been refreshingly spring-like and lovely over the last week, so the other evening we took him out on the deck with the ride-on so he could show us his moves. He used his feet and the steering wheel to guide him around the deck, slickly avoiding the stairs and revealing the tight turning radius of his vehicle. I think a couple of mosquitoes may have landed in my mouth, courted, mated, and had a family -- my jaw was hanging open for so long in awe.

"He's like a real toddler. A real little guy!" I exclaimed to Toby.

Q gets a little riding time in every day now, whether or not he thinks that he feels like it. Sometimes he fusses a bit when I first put him on, but then he gets going and it's all smiles. Sometimes he poops when he's sitting on it, which has led to the very apt naming of the ride-on as the Pooptie. But usually he drives around like a pro.

Is there some kind of contest I can enter him in? He would so win. I would be an awesome backseat driver, too.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Killer Q Kisses

Any one who has been around me and Q lately can attest to the brutal lovefest going on between us. Now 14 months old, one of his favorite activities with Mama is to come at her with an open mouth, make contact with her cheek, and bite down. Sometimes it's a little nip, other times it's a full-on jaw clench while pulling back with cheek still trapped firmly between teeth. Oh, it's a bittersweet thing when your offspring loves you so much that he can't help but sink his teeth into you.

I've attempted to use this painful opportunity to test out my disciplinary skills. After a couple times of firmly stating "no biting," Q reacted with a pushed-out lower lip and two or three big tears. He then proceeded to give me another of his killer kisses. All of the parenting books, blogs, and magazine articles would tell me he was "testing his limits." In spite of my reddened and swelling face, I also swelled with pride when I realized that he was starting to figure out what "no" really meant. Around here, we latch onto anything that reveals the boy may indeed be developing normally.

So, when I came across this article, I may have guffawed. Yes, guffawed. It just rang so true. And then it hit me with the force of a killer kiss -- the pain will never end...

Wednesday, March 03, 2010

Goodness Grateful


I turned 33 yesterday, and it ended up being a not so terrible day. A pretty sweet one actually. The whole week so far has been fairly awesome. That may have a big something to do with being Vertigo-free for the past few days. Thankfulness in abundance for saying bye-bye to M-Dizzy. (I decided that M-Dizzy would be my Guidette nickname if I were to venture to the Jersey Shore because I would most certainly have the spins from binge drinking and overdosing on tanning.)

But I realized I'm also thankful for many, many other things in my life. I read something recently about making a "gratitude list" to have something to refer to when feeling down. Despite being a bit corny, I like the idea of making said list. When I think about how tough it is to be without my mom at this transitional time in my life, I can look at this list and think, hey, my life's not too shabby.

I want to include both little, seemingly insignificant aspects of my life and the more obvious big ones. I'm pretty sure this list will be ongoing, but it's a positive way to kick off my 33rd year. So, in completely random order:

- I am thankful for deciding to make a change and chopping my hair into an assymetrical bob. Feels nice and light and not as drastic a change as I had imagined it would be.

- I am thankful for my hairstylist asking me if at 33 I'm where I thought I would be in my life. While I've never been the type to make a plan based on what age I would be, I felt confident saying that I was pretty content with where I was overall. Now I'm not in a perfect place, realizing that I'm in a transitional phase, but I really don't have too much to complain about (aside from missing my mom).

- I am thankful for having an amazing husband who is working his booty off at his new job, bonding with Q when he's not working, and still taking the time to make me feel special.

- I am thankful for HGTV. How did I go so long without watching this channel?! It's become a relatively recent obsession and nice escape, and I will have to dedicate another post on that topic because I can go on and on. I might have a problem actually...

- I am thankful for a truly incredible group of friends. While I wish I got to spend more time with them, the moments I do have with them are that much more special now. I have such admiration for each of them for various reasons, from the friend who always has something positive to say to the one who always remembers the times when you need her most to the one who is so grounded and practical yet knows just when to let loose. Another topic I can get verbose on obviously, so again, saving more for another post...