I can’t think of anything witty

by statia on October 15, 2009

On Friday morning we took two small children on a plane to visit some friends. I could say something here about me shooting my face off for fun, but it actually wasn’t that bad. While just about every area of my life right now is pretty much nothing but clutter and chaos, I made this trip my bitch. One medium suitcase for four people, one carry on. Thankfully there were extra car seats on the other end, so we brought a single stroller and a sling (the Ergo, in case you were curious, which I ended up loving. We also have the Moby, which I also love, but tying it in a busy airport just seems like it would be a huge pain in the ass, and yes, I’m actually blogging about the various slings I love. lame!) Anyway, both kids were were pretty much angels, on the way down and semi-angels on the way back. The Mini was exhausted after playing with his new friend all weekend and LG was just feeling run down, but was fine if I shoved a boob in her mouth. Which, consequently, had I know a boob in the mouth was that magical, I might have rethought the whole breastfeeding thing with the Mini. I promise I’m done talking about my boobs.  Those of you that have been here since “the good ol’ days” will know that I hate flying.  It’s not so much a hate as a raging anxiety festival for me.   The flight back was turbulent and I’m sorry, but I’ve said it a million times: hovering in a giant steel tube 30k + feet in the air is just not natural.   I don’t give a shit about engineering and aerodynamics.   I tried to concentrate on my squawking toddler, or smiling at my rainbow shitting daughter, but nothing could make me feel better.  Not even the skymall catalogue, and you know it’s bad when a catalogue of crap you don’t need doesn’t even do the trick.

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LG is creeping up fast on five months. Insert the token, “I can’t believe it” phrase of your choice here.  I hate that it’s going way too fast this time around.  Especially knowing that she’s my last baby and such a happy one at that.   She’s the type of kid that makes people want to shag like bunnies, you know, if you’re not infertile bunnies and can actually procreate the old-fashioned way.  So far, I don’t really have anything to worry about with her developmentally.   While the Mini developed pretty typically, there were definitely things that he didn’t do like normal babies do.  She’s very vocal.  She babbles constantly.   She’s already trying that crawling bullshit, so far only managing to go backwards or in circles, but can only roll over to her belly.  She gets far too pissed off when she’s done with being on her belly to even think about trying to roll back the other way.   She probably could if she tried, but I think her anger blinds her from the thought of it. There are a lot of things she’s doing what seems like ahead of the curve, but honestly, who knows.  She was sitting up unassisted at four months, however, she can’t put herself in that position (and still can’t, but she can sit there for a good period of time before she bends in half or falls over).   She wants to be where the action is.  I try not to worry about her, but of course I do.  Because that’s what I do best.  And really, only time will tell anyway. It all boils down to, there’s only so many times and so many ways I can say “she’s so different than the Mini.”

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The Mini was so enamoured by his friend, who is almost four.  It was a win win for both of the kids.  The big kid gets to boss around the little kid and act mighty and the little kid gets to follow around the big kid like a puppy dog and idolize him.   After spending a weekend with a boy closer to his age (as opposed to all of his friends who are girls), nearly everyone that he’s come in contact with has commented about his language.  His language, while still a bit funky, has gotten so much better.   I can have a semi conversation with him now, and when he doesn’t know how to respond, he usually makes up some gibberish.    I know most people are probably thinking “what two and a half year old knows how to have a conversation?”  You’d have to talk to him to understand where we are. He’s LOVING school this year.  His teachers adore him (duh) and he loves them right back.   My friends with kids his age couldn’t imagine putting their kids in school at two.  I couldn’t imagine not doing it.  Even though I didn’t want to let him go, it’s been the best thing for him.

There’s your daily dose of boring.

{ 3 comments }

donna October 16, 2009 at 8:10 am

You are officially my hero. I’ve flown alone with my daughter a few times now and each time, it takes me weeks of therapy to recover.

And I agree about school even at a young age. Certain kids just need the outside stimulation. Not every mom can provide that level of stimulation at home. I know I can’t. I have shit to do at home. Sorry, but running errands is not the same as learning at school.

Faith October 16, 2009 at 12:57 pm

I saw that first sentence, and I was all *gasp!*…Uh oh! I’m glad you made it through the flight ok, though. Yay! You’re growing! :D

Avoiceofmyown October 18, 2009 at 10:27 pm

Flying with 2 kids… You’re my hero. 322222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn2222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222 My son had something to say too. I remember flying with him at 4 and 8 months and the boob was the life saver… His dad is flying with him next month it’s only an hour but we are both scared shitless as to how it will go down since we don’t have to boob trick anymore.

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