Monthly Archives: January 2012

Strep

A few weeks ago, Nathan got really sick. High fever hallucination kind of sick. After week of an agonizingly sore throat, he finally got swabbed, and found out he had strep. He’s been on antibiotics for a week, and is much better. Just in time for me to get sick. I’m currently on the couch, sweating, shivering, and moaning all at the same time. So far Tristan is fine, and fingers crossed he stays that way. But strep has a long incubation, so he won’t be out of the woods for at least a week. So, cross your fingers for the baby-o. I’ll see you all back here when I’m feeling better.

My owl blanket

Tristan spent about 20 minutes yesterday playing around with the owl blanket Omi got him for Christmas. I took a video, which I’ll upload tonight, and took a bunch of pics. He sure was having fun with it!

Friday Fives: My awesome kid

This is going to be a quickie, because I’m going to bed mega early tonight. Nathan has been sick all week, and Tristan is STILL teething, so I’ve been getting little and less sleep. So tonight, bed by eight. Envy me my exciting life.

Nonetheless, a little blog post from me to you.

Five reasons why my kid is awesome, in no particular order.

  1. Leg hugs. Nowadays, whenever he’s startled, uncertain about something or somebody, or just playful, he’ll grab my leg in a bear hug and bury his head into my thigh (or, to be honest, sometimes my butt, which doesn’t always work out well for him). It’s so super cute, it makes my mommy-heart sigh and flutter every time.
  2. Kisses. Whenever we say, “kisses”, he turns to us, or the toy we’re holding, with a big open mouth, and leans in for a kiss. It’s a bit weird when I occasionally end up kissing his tongue, but it’s so cute that it’s worth it. He kisses his baby doll all the time, and his rubber ducks (which reminds me, I found one in the washing machine this morning, I’ll have to make sure it doesn’t end up going through the next load), and even the mirror. Now all we need to do is teach him how to pucker.
  3. The sock game. I put his socks on, he takes them off. Again and again, and he’s killing himself laughing the whole time. I caught a bit of it on video, check it out on TristanTube. It’s hilarious every time.
  4. Getting ready to go out. Tristan has started to bring shoes and coat to me when he thinks it’s time to go outside. He’ll put down whatever he has in his hands so he can put his arms through the sleeves, and will take his shoes and/or socks and rest them on his toes in an attempt to put them on. Then he’ll stand by the door and practically pant with excitement until I open it. Cute!
  5. This face! How awesome is it?

Tristan and Ewan, his daycare buddy.

Also, Tristan is now on Twitter! Follow him at TisforTristanX. Now, I’m off to bed.

Ribbit ribbit raincoat!

It’s a bit appalling that Tristan has lived his whole life in Burnaby, all 13.5 months of it, without ever owning a raincoat. After all, it rains here. A lot. But up until now we’ve made do with sweaters and knitted coats, because we have underground parking.

But now that Tristan is such a determined walker, I figured it was time to invest in a raincoat, so we could go to the park even if it’s damp out. So we trekked out to the Children’s Place, and I let Tristan loose in the store. He picked this one out himself. We tried it on in the store, and he loved it so much that he cried when I took it off so the lady could scan it. He wore it home, and several days since. I don’t have a great photo, because he won’t stand still when he wears it – he just runs around like a madman. Or a madfrog.

Friday Fives: How to make the screaming stop

Tristan hates getting dropped off at daycare. He’s been going for more than two months now – every Friday and Monday, a very nice lady named Jessica looks after him. Jessica is a SAHM with a little cutie called Ewan who is a few months older than Tristan. They have a beagle and a few cats, which Tristan likes to chase around, and during the day he likes to play with Ewan and snuggle with Jessica.

However, you’d never know that by the way he behaves in the morning. As soon as Nathan walks up to Jessica’s house and she opens the door, the tears begin. And the moment he’s out of Nathan’s arms, it becomes a full-blown tantrum. It’s a red-faced, eyes-scrunched, crocodile-tears, arm-waving scream-fest. The type where he screams so loud and so long that you become afraid he won’t be able to draw a breath. It’s heartbreaking to witness, and it leaves Nathan slightly traumatized for the rest of the morning. I have to admit, I’m a little bit glad it’s him and not me who has to deal with it, because I’d probably be in tears for my whole commute.

Now, I have to give full kudos to Jessica, who is never the least bit fazed by this display of hysteria. She just deals with it very matter-of-factly, not being overly emotional and sympathetic, but not being annoyed or frustrated with him either. She tells us that it never lasts more than five minutes after we leave. However, it’s no fun for anybody, and Nathan and Jessica have tried various strategies to make leave-taking less traumatic for all involved. So for the Friday Fives this week, we have given report card grades to some of these strategies.

  1. Staying to chat. Sometimes Nathan will just hang around for a while, chatting with Jessica, so that Tristan can take his time adjusting.  Generally, Tristan just stays snuggled into Nathan’s shoulder, saving his energy for the screaming. It doesn’t matter how long Nathan lingers, the screams always come. C-
  2. Bribes. As you may remember, Tristan loves blueberries. He’ll always happily devour them, and we have been successfully used blueberries to distract him after vaccinations at the doctor. So the idea was to have Jessica give him blueberries as a sort of positive reinforcement – something to look forward to. It worked once, sort of. Since then, he ignores them completely, screaming so hard that he can’t even see them, and the arm-waving just increases the likelihood that Jessica will be mopping blueberry juice off the floor later. D
  3. Reading. Before Nathan even leaves, Jessica will take Tristan and read a book. This seems to reduce the screaming to mere crying, most of the time. Except when it doesn’t. C
  4. House tour. On a related strategy, she’ll take him and walk around the house, pointing out toys, or Christmas tree ornaments, or other fun things, in an attempt to distract him. Again, it seems to bring the level of freaking-out down a notch. Usually. B-
  5. Puppy licks. Tristan loves to follow Cooper, the beagle puppy, around during the day. So it was thought at one point that maybe if he was allowed to play with the dog in the morning, it might distract him. Alas, it turns out that getting licked by Cooper at the same time that Daddy is leaving raises the trauma by a power of ten. F

If anybody has any suggestions, we’d love to hear them. After 2 months of daycare, it’s getting worse, not better. One thing we’d like to try is to have Ewan act as a distraction; unfortunately, Ewan is still in bed when Tristan arrives. On the other hand, maybe he’d just set Ewan off, and then Jessica would be stuck with two screamers*. In the mean time, send all your positive morning mojo to Nathan, who has to go and work on his thesis all day long, with the sound of Tristan screaming still ringing in his ears.

 

*Note – I don’t mean the large, ugly bird called a southern screamer. Then again, it’s likely that only Nathan was confused by that sentence.

Owly minions

I found this super cute owl pattern on the interwebs, and made a pile of owly minions for all Tristan’s friends 1st birthdays. Now that all the babies have turned one, I can finally blog about them.

Not much to say, actually. I took some photos. I was going to narrate the story, but I think you’ll be able to do just as good a job. Try pausing at each photo and telling yourself one sentence of the story before going on to the next photo. It’s what we used to do before they invented the TV.

Christmas

They say that Christmas is all about the children. Nathan and I found out just how true that was this year. Between the two of us we received about 7 presents, and Tristan got about 15. Here he is with just part of the stash.

 

He took a great deal of pleasure tearing paper off each present, and handing each little strip to somebody. Sometimes he needed to sample the paper to make sure of its quality.

 

He may look a little unsure of Auntie Caroline’s puppet, but since this photo was taken, it’s become one of his favorite things. He’ll pick it up and carry it over to Nathan or me, babbling loudly, demanding that we put it on and then eat his toes. Or his weeble wobbles, which are another favorite. Turns out you just can’t knock them down.

 

Like any kid, he was more interested in toys than clothes. Every single item of clothes that he unwrapped was unceremoniously tossed on the floor before he even looked at them.

 

Grampa came over a few days after Christmas, and had some really good bonding time with a slightly-under-the-weather Tristan. Alas, I didn’t get any really good photos, but this is at least a record shot of some decent  snuggle time.