Learning, growing, breaking away
Christmas is coming, the goose is I am getting fat...
We're getting more and more excited about Christmas every day. We had such a great time this past Sunday, where at church we had the children's program, handbell mini-concert, and choir cantata all on one night. It was just magical.
Trey did a great job at ringing his gigantic jingle bell, and much to my relief, did not think it was a ball and try to ping someone in the congregation. AND, he sat relatively still through the handbells and choir, allowing all of us to watch the entire program!
We have another weekend full of events coming up. That is, unless certain so-called "weather experts" might actually be right about certain white fluffiness coming our way. If so, I'll take it! Can't get much more Christmas-y than that.
Well, the title of this post comes from the rapid pace at which my son seems to be changing these days. I'm not sure if time is going faster or if he is experiencing a serious physical, mental, and emotional growth spurt right now.
But it seems every day I have this moment of just shaking my head over some new development in Trey's personality. And these changes are no less a miracle than the amazing things happening in my belly right now. (This week, Dolphin can suck his/her thumb!)
Anyway, here is what Trey has been learning:
He can count to 5 in Spanish, thanks to Dora the Exporer and much to the chagrin of my husband.
Just as we were celebrating the counting to 20 milestone, the other night he counted to 34. What!?! I can hardly keep up with him.
My mom already has a big boy bed set up at her house, and Trey slept half the night in it on Tuesday night. Or at least part of half the night, until he fell out. Didn't bother him - he kept right on sleeping!
Trey's new Play-Doh toolkit has plastic scissors in it. I taught him how to use them, and whenever he spreads his fingers apart to open the scissors, he stretches his mouth out as big as it can be. It is hilarious!
Here is how Trey has been growing:
Two new teeth this week! These are the first of his 2-year molars, which I had about convinced myself didn't exist. And other than a runny nose and wanting to gnaw on things, he has been a trooper through it. They took us by surprise.
This will mark our first mid-season shoe-outgrowing. We bought his winter shoes in October, and even now we have to work super-hard to squish his feet into them. The kid's feet are pretty big for his age, and they are thick. They have always been that way. The poor velcro can only go halfway across his foot!
I measured Trey a little while back, and he had grown almost 2 inches since the summer. At a recent doctor visit, he has gained no weight since the summer. Tall and skinny. Definitely not my genes.
And lastly, the breaking away.
I'm really not sure where he got this from, but maybe a week ago, Trey started saying, "I have got to get away from you, Mama." He usually says it when it's just the two of us and we're sitting down to eat or play.
Oddly, it doesn't hurt my feelings at all. It's kind of funny.
On Tuesday, we unboxed Trey's new Magna-doodle, which he is just slightly obsessed with, and I highly recommend for toddlers. He sat with me for a while as I taught him how it worked, then he slid off the couch, carried it into his room, and shut the door.
A few minutes later I peeked in the door to find him sitting in the rocking chair, still playing Magna-doodle. He said, "Mama, go out there and shut the door!" So after a moment of flash-forward time travel and doing a double-take to make sure he wasn't actually a teenager, I left him alone.
Trey is becoming more and more independent with just about everything. He still wants me to play with him, but not nearly as much as before. He is pretty content to sit by himself and play.
This is a little bit sad, but I am forcing myself to look at it as a blessing. That maybe God sees my fear of Trey getting less attention once the baby comes, and is making him into a self-sufficient little person.
So I'm OK with the independence. More than OK, I'm glad about it. Trey gets to explore and learn on his own. I get to regain a little of myself that I haven't seen since he was born. And as long as we can keep having those moments where he runs to me with arms open and says, "I love you Mama!", all is well.
We're getting more and more excited about Christmas every day. We had such a great time this past Sunday, where at church we had the children's program, handbell mini-concert, and choir cantata all on one night. It was just magical.
Trey did a great job at ringing his gigantic jingle bell, and much to my relief, did not think it was a ball and try to ping someone in the congregation. AND, he sat relatively still through the handbells and choir, allowing all of us to watch the entire program!
We have another weekend full of events coming up. That is, unless certain so-called "weather experts" might actually be right about certain white fluffiness coming our way. If so, I'll take it! Can't get much more Christmas-y than that.
Well, the title of this post comes from the rapid pace at which my son seems to be changing these days. I'm not sure if time is going faster or if he is experiencing a serious physical, mental, and emotional growth spurt right now.
But it seems every day I have this moment of just shaking my head over some new development in Trey's personality. And these changes are no less a miracle than the amazing things happening in my belly right now. (This week, Dolphin can suck his/her thumb!)
Anyway, here is what Trey has been learning:
He can count to 5 in Spanish, thanks to Dora the Exporer and much to the chagrin of my husband.
Just as we were celebrating the counting to 20 milestone, the other night he counted to 34. What!?! I can hardly keep up with him.
My mom already has a big boy bed set up at her house, and Trey slept half the night in it on Tuesday night. Or at least part of half the night, until he fell out. Didn't bother him - he kept right on sleeping!
Trey's new Play-Doh toolkit has plastic scissors in it. I taught him how to use them, and whenever he spreads his fingers apart to open the scissors, he stretches his mouth out as big as it can be. It is hilarious!
Here is how Trey has been growing:
Two new teeth this week! These are the first of his 2-year molars, which I had about convinced myself didn't exist. And other than a runny nose and wanting to gnaw on things, he has been a trooper through it. They took us by surprise.
This will mark our first mid-season shoe-outgrowing. We bought his winter shoes in October, and even now we have to work super-hard to squish his feet into them. The kid's feet are pretty big for his age, and they are thick. They have always been that way. The poor velcro can only go halfway across his foot!
I measured Trey a little while back, and he had grown almost 2 inches since the summer. At a recent doctor visit, he has gained no weight since the summer. Tall and skinny. Definitely not my genes.
And lastly, the breaking away.
I'm really not sure where he got this from, but maybe a week ago, Trey started saying, "I have got to get away from you, Mama." He usually says it when it's just the two of us and we're sitting down to eat or play.
Oddly, it doesn't hurt my feelings at all. It's kind of funny.
On Tuesday, we unboxed Trey's new Magna-doodle, which he is just slightly obsessed with, and I highly recommend for toddlers. He sat with me for a while as I taught him how it worked, then he slid off the couch, carried it into his room, and shut the door.
A few minutes later I peeked in the door to find him sitting in the rocking chair, still playing Magna-doodle. He said, "Mama, go out there and shut the door!" So after a moment of flash-forward time travel and doing a double-take to make sure he wasn't actually a teenager, I left him alone.
Trey is becoming more and more independent with just about everything. He still wants me to play with him, but not nearly as much as before. He is pretty content to sit by himself and play.
This is a little bit sad, but I am forcing myself to look at it as a blessing. That maybe God sees my fear of Trey getting less attention once the baby comes, and is making him into a self-sufficient little person.
So I'm OK with the independence. More than OK, I'm glad about it. Trey gets to explore and learn on his own. I get to regain a little of myself that I haven't seen since he was born. And as long as we can keep having those moments where he runs to me with arms open and says, "I love you Mama!", all is well.
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