I’ve become one of those bloggers that becomes totally lame about updating. I hate writing lame updates just to have content. It’s just not my thing, and really, while there’s some definite funny moments going on right now, I tend to forget most of them as it’s been insanely busy.
The Mini is becoming more charming by the day. He asks about people now, and is a constant stream of chatter. All day long. If it isn’t me, it’s to himself. He will repeat himself 9,000 times until you answer him, even if it’s just repeating him. I’m not complaining. He’s also started to become a little bit more assertive with the word no. He’s never been a big no kid, and again, I’m totally not complaining. His personality is just very easy going. He gets it from his father. He has his moments like any kid, naturally, but he’s a pretty compliant kid most of the time. So this new “no” thing is a little foreign to me. It’s generally not even an emphatic “NO.” Just a matter of fact kind of “no.” Observe:
Mini: I sinky.
Me: Did you poop?
Me: Can I check your hiney? (because really, it’s all about the word hiney these days)
Me: Well then, can I change your diaper?
Me: Would you like to sit in your own poop, then?
I’m not sure what it is about kids sitting in a diaper full of turd, but apparently it’s all the rage. 95% of the time, he’ll let me know he’s gone, but approximately 1% of the time he’ll actually sit down to let me change him.
Also, his more assertive no’s have been at the weirdest things. The other night, I offered him some ice cream, and he repeatedly turned it down. I kept asking, because seriously, I don’t offer the kid sweets except on a very rare occasion, so I figured he might want to take advantage of my generosity while he had the chance. He finally looked me dead in the eye, pushed the bowl away and said “NO!” He did the same thing the next day with a cupcake at a birthday party (like a full on “poison” cupcake with betty crocker frosting and everything). I would at this point be certain of a mix up at the lab, but the kid looks bang on like the Meester, who also was perplexed at his offspring’s insistence of denying such awesome food. Yet, he was completely fine with a piece of birthday cake from Whole Foods. My kid is totally weird.
I go in this week sometime for the old glucose test, and after a weekend of birthday cake and cupcakes, I figure I should probably push this out to the end of the week sometime, so that my body has the proper time to detox. The fact that I’m at this point is just insanity. I’m hitting the third trimester this week, and I’ve already hit the discomfort wall. Overall, I’m still comfortable, except for the sleeping part. I’m able to fall asleep and stay asleep, most of the time, but I feel as if someone dragged me out of bed in my sleep and beat the daylights out of me, and then tucked me back in. I keep looking for black and blues but there are none to be found. Not that I can really see my legs that well anyway.
Given the movement with this one, I’m guessing that this one is going to be the complete opposite of my wonderful, laid back child. I’m calling this one “my mouthy one” already, because I know that the Mini did not move around as much as this one does. Not only that, he was pretty chill at night, and I barely slept when I was pregnant with him. I was so uncomfortable, that I spent all night tossing and turning. This one will go into an all out kick and punch fest if I so much as move a leg while sleeping.
I swear to all that’s holy, if this one is a hellion, I’m going to deck my mother. She wished one child just like me on me. And the Mini has fulfilled that with his impish grin while looking me straight in the eye and doing exactly what I told him he isn’t allowed to do. Complete with maniacal laughter. I think that’s considered even, so there’s no need for TWO children just like me.