Well hello everyone... it's been a long time since my last update (back in March actually) so this volume is way overdue. Sorry to all my fans out there (lol!) But being a daddy is just somewhat time consuming and it can be hard to find time for myself let alone dredge up the energy to reframe the joys of parenting a 2 year-old into humorous anecdotes just for your reading pleasure. So why this e-mail now? Well, loyal readers, what some of you don't know yet, is that we have managed to score the impossible. Yes, Virginia, we have daycare!
What seemed the impossible dream came true and by the grace of K.'s charm and sociability we bumped some other poor (less attractive and surely less extroverted) kids down the waiting list. In fact, what we learned is that having your name on a waiting list means nada. You need the daycare teacher to like your kid for him/her to get a spot.So, schlepping the little guy all over the place paid off in the end.And K. learned a valuable lesson that will serve him well in life:shameless flirting will get you everywhere.
The only downside to this daycare is that it is right next to a park.Yes, it's great for him during the day so he can play, but when picking him up in the afternoon it's then just another tantrum trigger. As soon as we step out the door, he lunges for the monkey bars while I try to carry him to the car. I wonder if they make blinders for kids?
So now the new adjustment I'm dealing with is being in an empty house and trying not to feel guilty (actually, I'm adjusting quite well!!!) What helps is that K. is having a great time with the other kids and despite a bit of whining this morning, there have been no major breakdowns with me leaving him there (yet). And it's really cute to see him with another little boy who is his age running circles around each other and essentially playing human bumper cars. Even more sweet is at the end of the day they all give each other hugs and kisses as he leaves. So even though I've gone through the horrible feeling of abandoning this poor child to someone else, I know he's in good hands.
I think what has also helped over the past few months is that K. has adjusted to our routine and he knows what to expect and that we are there for him (though we haven't quite adjusted to his routine of 5 am wake-up calls). What is amazing is that we no longer have the bed-time struggles that we did when he first joined us. We're at the stage where we have a story, a song (which Greg gets bored singing over and over again the same way, so he tosses in some Christina Aguilera vocal acrobatics from time to time), and then a group hug. We then put him to bed, tuck him in, kiss his bunny, kiss him and can make it out the door with not a word from him. It's night and day from the beginning where he would tantrum so much we couldn't even put the blankets on him to fall asleep cause he would kick and get all rolled up in them. Even more amazing is that the same thing is happening at nap time now too.
So aside from these wonderful changes, another big change happened. K. officially turned 2 in May. So now his tantrums are age-appropriate.lol! And he continues to be off the charts for height and weight.Everyone confuses him for a 4 year old, until they try to talk to him.He's still relying on mostly hand gestures to get his point across (which he'll probably revert back to once he's a teen), but more words are being added to the mix. Most words are food related: nana for banana, nun-yon for onion (don't ask me why this is a word he knows), and moooo-ore for more (yup, the first part is done like a cowmooing.) Oh, and he does ask for things politely... deeee is please.But of course, being 2, "please" is more of a command than a request.Not complying with said request at all (or even quickly enough) is grounds for a face plant to the floor with a giant "Noooooo!".
But K. reserves his best ear-piercing shrieks for the greater public now. I'm becoming one of "those parents" who has one of "those children" in public places. Mostly I just pick him up over my shoulder like a pack of screaming potatoes and hope it dies down. One day when leaving the park, I think a 5 block radius was informed that K. was not happy to be leaving. So yes, daycare is much appreciated (if only to give a bit of time for my eardrums to regenerate).
So now that it's been 6 months that K. has been with us, I guess it will soon be time for me to start thinking about getting back to work.... but there's still a bit of time for that (phew!) What I plan to do with this time for myself is take naps, and exercise to burn off all the Nutella I used to stave off massive sleep deprivation. I need to fit back into my work clothes after all... what's depressing though, is that K. has a better wardrobe than I do!
Anyway, that's it for now. I could go on about the many mundane and funny things that have happened since the last installment. I could elaborate on the case of the rolling poo, or how I learned through "Go Diego Go" that all dinosaurs were hispanic, or how kids want you to get into their kiddie pool with them even though the water temperature is just slightly above zero, or how having a kiddie-pool and a sand box next to each other is a recipe for a sand-coated kid, or how kids who watch you shower will eventually mime out all of your actions in front of family and friends. But, I'll just let you imagine the hilarity.
Oh and before I sign off, one last piece of good news. As of this past Monday, K. has become officially adoptable, so that means that within6 months, K. will share our last name and we will truly be hisforever- family. Although in our hearts, this has already been the case since December. (awwww...!)
Anyhow, wishing you all a great summer (it's coming, I know it is!)
Till next time!
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