Showing posts with label toddler. Show all posts
Showing posts with label toddler. Show all posts

Friday, November 29, 2013

Christmas Traditions

I had it in mind that this year we'd start all sorts of Christmas traditions.  We'd do crafts, we'd go to all the usual Christmas activities, we'd have hot chocolate, take pictures and make amazing memories.

What I'd forgotten in this fantasy of sugar plums dancing in our heads was that Finn is a toddler.  Just leaving the house can be a struggle of epic proportions. He can make putting a shirt on so hard that I want to just give up and let him go naked. How on earth can we accomplish any of these amazing things on my Christmas list without every single one of them turning into a nightmare?

And then one of my SMC friends shared this article: To Mamas of Littles During the Holidays.  The entire thing is great, but there are a few lines that had the biggest impact for me.
Your small people who make everything hard? Because God is a gracious God to us tired mamas, they won’t remember this. They won’t remember that you yelled yesterday. They also won’t remember the Elf on the Shelf or the terrifying visit to Santa’s lap from your list of Fun Things To Accomplish. Nope. They’re just going to remember a warm, fuzzy, maybe slightly squishy version of Mama. They’re going to remember you were THERE. 
So I've given myself permission to not do all those activities.  We'll still make cookies, but only if we're both in good moods, and when I'm prepared for a long activity with a huge mess and lots of "I want to do it, all. by. myself." We'll try for the picture with Santa, but if he says he doesn't want it (like he did last week), then we'll skip it. Today when I'd planned to get all the Christmas decorating done, we made it through getting the tree up, but no ornaments, and got one box of decorations out.  Then Finn started to get difficult, so we put on a Christmas movie for 15 minutes, then went outside, and left the rest for me to do tonight.  Or tomorrow.

Playing with his Christmas train
We had a lovely bedtime - we read Christmas stories, sang a few Christmas songs (he's been waiting and waiting for Thanksgiving just so he could listen to Christmas music!) and cuddled a bit before bed. He's still awake, mainly because I broke my rule and let him nap for 2 hours instead of 1, but because we didn't have epic struggles over broken ornaments and placement of the Nativity Scene, I've got the patience not to yell at him, and he will hopefully remember a cuddly evening with his slightly squishy mommy.

Now I'm continuing my personal Christmas tradition, and have Love Actually playing, which means it's time to get up and trim the tree.

Monday, November 4, 2013

Remembering My Sense of Humor

Thank you for all the supportive comments and emails after my last post - as you could tell I was feeling so overwhelmed and so tired.  The overwhelmed feeling continues, but this weekend I got a huge amount of paperwork done and checked another huge stressor off my list, so it's getting better. And most importantly, I got a little more sleep.  Not enough, but it's better.

Before having a child, I had idyllic visions of what life with a child would be, and the type of parent I would be. It's humbling to realize that I'm just not capable of being that fabulous mom I dreamed of - not all the time.  And really, no one is - it's actually just a little ridiculous to expect myself to be able to live up to that idealized version of me.  All I can do is try.

To that end, I'm going to continue to work on getting good sleep. And the title of the book that Abby mentioned, Playful Parenting, got me thinking.  I usually have a good sense of humor in dealing with Finn when he's being a terror, but over the past few months I've lost that just about completely.  So I've been working on it.  (And Abby, I'd love to hear your thoughts on the book if you do get the chance to read it!)

My first attempt at restoring humor was unexpected.  Last week Finn woke up when I did, and when I started to get out of bed he got upset.  "Don't get up, Mommy!" While it's sweet he wanted me to stay in bed, I could tell from the sound of his voice that it was the beginning of a horrible morning, because of course I had to get up.  He was going to get really upset and the rest of the morning was just going to get worse.  And then I had a thought.  "I don't want to get up, but I have to poop.  If I don't go to the bathroom now, I'm going to poop in the bed."  It took a minute for that to sink in, and then he said with a sound of pure horror in his voice, "Get up, Mommy!  Go potty!  Don't poopy in the bed!"  And a few minutes later, he joined me in the bathroom, grinning from ear to ear, "Mommy didn't poopy in the bed!  Yay!"  And just like that, the tide turned and our morning was smooth and easy.

There are still a lot of meltdowns and tantrums and typical 2 year old behavior, but with sleep and humor (and a more realistic idea in my mind of what kind of mom I can be), it's a little easier. Now I need to bookmark this post and come back to it the next time I feel like I'm at my wit's end.

This weekend, in between my marathon paperwork sessions, I made some time for Finn and I to go out together with no time line or agenda.  On Saturday we spent 2 hours at a local plantation, which is pretty small but has pigs, chickens, sheep, goats, a cow and a horse.  Finn talked to the chickens, oinked at the pigs, looked at the other animals and ran and played.  I let him guide where we went and how long we stayed, even though that meant covering the same ground over and over again.  It was so nice to have that unrushed time with him, and we both really enjoyed it.

We had more tasks to get done on Sunday, but after his nap we went for a walk. I was hoping to get a few pictures by the tree I'd taken his Halloween pictures at last year, but he realized we were heading towards the playground, and that's all he could focus on.  So we spent some time at the playground, and then I managed to get a few pictures of him in the afternoon sun. I didn't get the pictures I was hoping for, but I did get a few cute shots, and again, we had a lovely afternoon.

No more pictures, Mommy! 
Happy Dance
I really need to make a few hours every weekend for some little activity like these.  Neither were terribly exciting, but just perfect for the two of us.

Several commenters also mentioned the recent mom and kid video that's been floating around Facebook, and someone sent it to me - it truly is wonderful.  If you haven't seen it, watch it now.  You'll be glad you did.


A New Perspective For Moms


Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Frustrated with Myself

I am really not happy with my parenting skills - or lack thereof - these days.  The past few weeks have been incredibly trying.  We've been struggling with sleep issues around here for ages, but it's been much worse lately.  I'm working on fixing it, but it's slow going and is resulting in very little time to myself at night and lots of sleep deprivation for Finn.

I'm just so tired.  And I'm so short tempered as a result, which is a bad combination with a sleep deprived 2 year old.  The past two weekends (and the evenings) have been so hard with Finn being a typical toddler - defiant, difficult and demanding - and me feeling like a shrew as a result.  I know I could handle a lot of this better.  I know I could defuse many of the situations that get out of hand if I responded the right way.  And I generally know the right way.  But I'm just so tired, I don't have the patience to respond with a sense of humor and calm demeanor that is needed.  I don't have the energy to be the mom that I want to be and know I can be.  I really don't like who I am as a mom right now, and am shocked that Finn still wants to spend any time with me at all.

I need a break.  Just a few hours.  Every minute that I am awake and Finn is in bed I should be doing something (and tonight that something is not scheduled to be talking to my sister or blogging, but that's what I'm doing).  So I stay up too late, and then I'm even more tired.  And I need even more of a break.

Tonight I got some bad news.  My 90 year old grandmother passed away this afternoon.  She's been in gradual decline over the past few years, so it's not an absolute shock, but still unexpected, as there was no illness or real change lately that gave us any warning that the end was imminent. We were very close when I was younger, but have not been as close since I've been older - it's been especially hard the past few years as she's aged and has changed so much from the woman I remember.  I'm going to try to remember the woman who told me bedtime stories of the glamorous life I would lead when I grew up, who would give me hot dogs and Butterfingers for lunch every day, and who would come in from working in the garden wiping her face with a little smile and say, "the sweat is just a rollin'!"

I feel very guilty, but I don't think Finn and I will be able to make it to the funeral. I'd love to be able to go, I'd love to be able to see my family, but the thought of the travel right now...I just can't even imagine mustering up the energy to get myself down there, much less Finn.  My mom sent an email tonight that said she had lunch with my grandmom today, and she'd asked about us.  And then said that my grandmom would understand if we couldn't make it.  I still feel horrible that I'm even considering not going.

And tonight was a low point in my parenting.  Lots of crying from Finn and me both.  I hope I'm not scaring him for life.

Finn with his Great-Grandmom two years ago

Monday, October 14, 2013

Mickey Mouse!

Finn has lots of things he loves - planes, Nemo, Simba (his current favorite imaginary friend), bubbles, shaking his booty, but his absolute favorite is Mickey Mouse.  This love started after Disney World last winter; I think the trip started it, but Mickey Mouse Clubhouse is definitely what has cemented this love.

So I was overjoyed when I was notified that I had a speaker training conference in Orlando this past weekend.  Of course I was going to bring Finn and Nanny M with me, so it seemed completely reasonable to add on an extra day and make a quick visit to Disney World again.

I am so glad we did it!  The entire day was great, and Finn was happy and enjoyed it all, even though it was a whirlwind trip of 3 parks in one day and kept him out way past his bedtime.  By far the very best part was meeting Mickey Mouse.  I was a little worried that he would be scared, so I prepared him by showing him a picture of another single mom friend and her baby with Mickey and Minnie, and talked a lot about what it would be like to meet them.

It's such an overused word at Disney, but the 5 minutes we spent with Mickey and Minnie truly were magical.  He was SO excited to see them, and to give them high fives and tell them he loved them. And ever since then he hasn't been able to stop talking about meeting them and loves to look at the pictures.

I can't wait to take him back and have more time, as I now have a really good idea of exactly how to plan a good Disney vacation with a young child...but I'm guessing it will be a few more years before I have the chance for a real Disney vacation again!

Until then, I'll enjoy this wonderful memory:


Monday, July 1, 2013

Terrible Twos

I must have all my toys in the pool!
This is a terrible age.  And it's a wonderful age.  Sometimes in the same 5 minute span. 

Friday morning was a rough morning of epic proportions.  Finn woke up before 6am (we don't have to get up until 6:45).  "Good morning, Mommy!" For a few minutes he was content to play a game on my phone, but then, "I have to poopy, Mommy!" So up we went.  He sat on the toilet and while he did pee, there was no poop.  He then ran around naked for a little bit, but then came in to my room with his shorts and wanted to get dressed.  I had an idea.  "Why don't you put on underwear, instead?"  So he went to his room, got his underwear and managed to put it on himself.  (As an aside, I had no idea how exhausting it was to be with a child who wants to do EVERYTHING HIMSELF.  Even the things he can't possibly do.  EVERYTHING.) The epic struggle to put on his underwear with no help from mommy ended with a triumphant, "I did it!" a huge hug and kiss for me.

With a reminder that if he needed to poop, he should let me know so he could go on the potty, I got in the shower.  I got out of the shower to find my powdered eyeshadow all over the counter (and on Finn).  While I cleaned this up, I let him out on the porch off my bedroom to play.  I was putting on my makeup when he came running in, "I have to go poo!" I started to take off his underwear, and then got suspicous, reached out and felt his butt...yep.  There was poo. 

Have you ever tried to take underwear full of poo off a two year old?  It never ends well.  I got the underwear halfway down his legs and - plop - the whole big pile of poo fell onto the floor (conveniently on top of his pajama bottoms).  After I'd flushed that and wiped the poop off my arm and his legs, I sent him back out on the porch, with a strict warning to come back in if he felt like he needed to potty again.

But I quickly grew suspicious (running theme these days), and stuck my head out the door to find him peeing on the floor.  At least it was outside and I was able to clean it easily.  But that won him a fresh diaper and the end of running around naked.

In what I am sure was an act of defiance, he managed to open the bathroom closet door and get out some of his lotion.  Which he covered himself in - but only after dumping out half the contents of  a bottle of hand sanitizer all over the floor. 

At this point it was almost 8am.  Nanny M walked in the door as I was carrying him and his dirty laundry down the stairs.  I've never been so relieved to be able to hand him over to her as I was on Friday morning! 

Of course, he stood at the door and waved, yelling "I love you!" and "Bye-bye!  See you later!" and "Peace out!" while blowing kisses as I drove away. 


******

I'm still feeling pretty crappy.  Usually it's just a constant low grade nausea, but there's waves of much more intense nausea that hit at random times and just about knock me over.  I'm not a thrower-upper, so I've managed to avoid that so far, but I've come pretty close.  What really worries me is that I'm only 8 weeks tomorrow, so there's still a chance it could get worse.  I am lucky that while this nausea is a lot worse than it was with Finn, it's not debilitating, so while I'm not feeling up to doing much of anything, especially in the heat, at least I'm not lying on the floor unable to move for fear of throwing up. 

I've also been having a lot of spotting.  It's been pretty constant this entire pregnancy, but usually just pink or brown. Today it was more a dark red - still spotting, mainly on my Crinone (I know, gross) and not when I wipe.  Spotting can happen in normal pregnancies, but it's impossible not to worry about it, especially since there was a definite change today.  My next ultrasound is Friday and I'm trying hard not to feel anxious about it.  The second ultrasound seems to be the magic scan - if all is well with the second scan, then all will be well with the pregnancy.  (I know that's not completely true, but it does make me feel better.) 

I have also worried about how I'll feel about this baby compared to Finn.  Will I love him/her as much as I do Finn?  Will I feel sad that he/she doesn't share my genetics?  I've read before that your heart expands with each child, that your capacity to love grows as each new child is added to the family.  I'm starting to see that's true - the fear I feel when I think of losing this pregnancy is much more than the fear of having to do all this again, it's the fear of losing this little baby - this Chimichanga - that I've already come to love so much. 

Sunday, June 23, 2013

Guess What, Mommy?

Finn's new favorite phrase is, "Guess what, Mommy?"  I have no idea where it came from, and I'm pretty sure he has no idea what it means, because all I get is silence when I reply, "What?"

So a few days ago I decided to give him a response...and the only obvious choice was "Chicken butt!" It took a few times, but by yesterday had it down pat.

"Guess what, Mommy?"
"What?"
"Chicken butt!" followed by hysterical laughter.

"Guess what, Mommy?"
"What?"
"Chicken butt!" followed by more hysterical laughter.

"Guess what, Mommy?"
"What?"
"Chicken butt!" and even more hysterical laughter.

Repeat x 20.  (Though my exaggerated reactions to his chicken butts might have something to do with how popular this is.)

This morning we were walking up the stairs so I could go take a shower, and Finn says, "Guess what, Mommy?"
"What, Finn?"
"Mommy's stinky."

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Beta #3

This is a bad idea...
I was overwhelmed by the responses to my post the other night - I felt so awful for losing my temper and popping Finn.  Everyone's empathy (and suggestions for other things to try) made me feel so much better.  Last night was another difficult night - Finn started kicking me when I told him it was time to get ready for bed (he was lying on the floor).  When I told him to stop he hit me, so I got up and walked away.  And it didn't phase him at all.  Then a little while later he was bringing me a book he wanted to read, and threw it towards me.  It didn't hit me, so he picked it up again and acted like he was about to throw it.  I told him not to throw it at me, but he did, and it hit me on my knee.  It didn't hurt, but it could have, so I was going to scold him (which never really works).  Then I had another idea, so instead I said, "Owwww!" and wrinkled up my face and started to pretend cry.  That worked wonders.  He dissolved into tears and came over to hug me.  He had to tell me he was sorry, and then kiss my knee and then we cuddled for a few minutes until he stopped crying.  I'm going to have to try that one again!

*****

My third and final beta was yesterday - 9510!  That's at 19dp5dt, so a good, solid number.
 Every piece of good news makes me feel just a little more secure that all is well.  My ultrasound is scheduled for next Friday morning, when I'll be 6week and 3 days.  I found out from RBA that I'll get a total of 3 ultrasounds, at 6, 8 and 10 weeks before I'm released to my OB.  I wasn't really expecting that, but am so excited that I'll have that many chances to make sure everything is ok during the time in pregnancy that I worry the most.




Saturday, February 16, 2013

Toddler Mama

Such a little man
Finn hit the Terrible Twos a few months ago - about 6 months before he actually turns two.  There were days where everything was a struggle, from getting out of bed in the morning to putting on pjs at night.  He'd fight and scream about everything I asked him to do, and there were countless stand downs over the simplest of requests, every day.  It was starting to be easier just to give in to everything he wanted, and I know that is not the right thing to do, but I had no idea what the right thing actually was.  I felt tired and frustrated, and was feeling like a failure as a mom.

Then I remembered that I'd started to read the Happiest Toddler on the Block by Dr. Harvey Karp when Finn turned one.  It didn't seem to apply to us then, so I'd put it aside.  I rarely have time to do much reading, but I stayed up late to read this book, and it was worth every second of sleep I missed out on!

According to the Happiest Toddler on the Block, the four big struggles parents of toddlers face are:
  • We don't get enough help and guidance.
  • Daily battles can make us feel like failures.
  • Our toddlers' actions can "push our buttons."
  • Our temperaments may clash with our children's.
Boy, do I relate to every one of those struggles.  

The book outlines some fairly simple ways to overcome these issues - the first one being solved by just having the tools he suggests as options.  It's amazing how much better just having some ideas about what to do when Finn throws a fit, or when he hits me, or when he says, "NO!" Especially when he says no.  Because sometimes the thing I ask him to do is no big deal (like helping me out by picking up some trash) and sometimes it's a very big deal (like not standing up in his high chair).  I'm pretty sure he knew I had no idea how to handle that, and so he was starting to get the upper hand - and I swear that made him as irritable as it made me.  

Since I've read this book, Finn hasn't been magically cured of the Terrible Twos.  But I feel as though I've been magically cured of my feelings of frustration and inadequacy.  Even when I don't get it right, at least I know I have some idea of how to handle this stage. What a difference that makes!

The first thing Dr. Karp says toddler parents should do is to learn to communicate with toddler brains, especially angry or frustrated toddler brains.  Their verbal skills aren't good enough to understand the calm, logical and longwinded statements we (or at least I) tend to use when faced with a tantrum.  Instead, they understand very short, very simple sentences - he calls it Toddlerese.  He recommends using Toddlerese to acknowledge your child's feelings when they're angry or frustrated, so they can feel heard and understood, even if you aren't going to give in.  

This is absolute brilliance.  Just using this very first suggestion has changed our days drastically. Instead of huge fights and stare downs, we have mini-tantrums that are over almost before they begin.  Let me give an example.  Finn hates getting his pjs on at night.  He'll do anything at all to put it off, and usually I have to grab him and force him (kicking and screaming) to get changed.  It's always an ordeal, and was making our evenings miserable.  But now, I let him avoid changing for a little bit.  I play his game, and let him feel like he's winning just for a bit.  And then when it's finally really time to put on his pjs, I grab him and tell him what we're going to do. He always screams.  Instead of fighting, I say, "Finn says No! No! No! No pjs! No pjs, Mommy!" And every single time he calms down, says, "No pjs, Mommy!" and then quietly lets me change his clothes.  

It works with almost everything he throws a fit about.  Not all things - and sometimes I think it's my fault, because I don't do the Toddlerese well, or I overdo it on reflecting his feelings back - but usually it works like a charm.  I sometimes will then calmly say something like, "But Mommy says, yes, yes it's time to turn off the water," but a lot of times I don't have to say anything.  I've heard his objections, and he's fine with knowing he's not going to win. 

Another of Dr. Karp's suggestions is what he calls gossip.  You know how you never really believe it if a friend tells you that you look pretty?  But then if you were to overhear that same friend telling someone else that you look pretty - well, that you believe, because you weren't meant to hear it.  Same thing works for toddlers.  So I now make a point of telling the cats about things that Finn has done that make me happy.  Tonight I said (in a stage whisper) to Vagus, "Guess what Finn did tonight?  He let me brush his teeth, all his teeth, so they were nice and sparkly clean! It makes me so happy when he opens his mouth wide like that.  He's such a big boy." Finn came walking into the bathroom then, with a huge grin on his face. "Oh, hi Finn! I was just talking to Vagus." Finn then went to Vagus and said, "Brush teeth!" and opened his mouth wide.  Vagus was nice enough to look impressed. And hopefully Finn will remember that tomorrow, when it's time to brush his teeth again.

Dr. Karp also gives permission to give in to our toddler's demands.  He says it's ok to let them win sometimes, to turn that no into a yes, or to not persist if he just won't pick up that piece of trash that you asked him to pick up.  He has suggestions on how to handle the act of giving in, and even says that it's good for their psyche to actually win some of the time.  He has an entire section on how to encourage good behavior (such as gossip) and ways to stop bad behavior. I haven't had to use the "red light" recommendations more than a time or two since I read the book, but they worked just as well as all his other suggestions have.  

There's also a video - which somehow ended up in my video collection, but I've never watched.  I still have a few chapters left to read in the book, so I'm not sure I'll ever get around to watching the video, but it might be a nice review in a few months when our battles have changed and I need a refresher.  I'll let you know if I end up watching it someday.  

If you're struggling with toddlerhood, I highly recommend this book.  It's restored the fun and stability in our short evenings together, and I'm back to looking forward to weekends again. 

Sunday, November 11, 2012

18 Months

It's almost impossible to believe that Finn is 18 months old tomorrow (Monday).  A year and a half.  He's changing so much every day, it's hard to keep up with him!

He is so much fun right now, and also so challenging.  He loves to be silly, and especially loves it when he does something that makes me laugh.  He has the best belly laugh I've ever heard, and tends to use it most when he's being tickled - oh this boy loves to be tickled.

 
Exhibit A: extreme silliness

Dinnertime is messy.  Very messy.  He's a great eater - he eats way more foods than I do (today in addition to the chicken, pear, cheese, black beans, tomatoes, rice and cheese we shared, he also ate blueberries, raspberries, strawberries, yogurt, olives and avocado, all of which I don't like).  But when he doesn't want something - or he sees something else he wants more - he'll throw all his food on the floor.  Often he does the throwing while making direct eye contact with me, a defiant gleam in his eye. I know he knows he's not supposed to do it, but I can't figure out how to make him stop. I think he's too young to take him away from the table and tell him the meal is over when he starts doing that, but today I did try something new.  I got him out of his chair and told him he had to pick up all the food he'd just thrown on the floor and put it in the trash before he could eat anything else.  And he did it.  I don't know if it will end up acting as a deterrent - in fact, I usually have no idea if I'm ever doing the right thing when it comes to discipline, but I'm slowly learning.

Getting Finn to do what I want him to do, when I want him to do it, is also a challenge (ok, so this is going to be a challenge for the rest of my life!)  In swim class we would always say, "Bye Bye" to floats and other props when it was time to let them go, and I've carried that over into every day life.  It has helped tremendously.  Instead of saying, "Finn, it's time to put your pacifier away," I say, "Tell your pacifier bye-bye," and he does it.  It's amazing.  It's not 100% of the time, but pretty darn close.  The advice I read years ago about giving toddlers a 5 minute warning, and let them know what was next on the agenda also works wonders.  He rarely throws a fit about coming inside anymore now that I give him several warnings that it's about to happen.  If he's fighting something I need for him to do (like putting on his shoes this afternoon), he frequently will become more cooperative if I tell him what we're going to do next (going outside once his shoes are on).

He loves animal sounds - dog, cat, cow, horse, duck, mouse, bird, elephant, lion, owl, wolf - and one of his current favorite books is an A-Z book of animals that we have either sounds or signs for each animal.  Except newt. I have no idea what to do for a newt.  And today, when we were reading the book he pointed at the newt and said, "Newt!" I guess that's all we need for that animal!  He is still loving feeding the cats, and then calls them when their food is ready, "KITTIES!" He still can't figure out why they don't come when he calls them.

Books are another favorite.  I'm pretty sure we read 20 books today.  He also loves music, and has the funniest dance moves I've ever seen.  He loves songs that have hand motions along with them, but hasn't started singing along with any of his favorites just yet.

One thing that makes him so much easier than he might otherwise be is our ability to communicate. I am so glad that Nanny M was willing to work on signs with him, too. With the two of us continuously working on signs, he picks up 1-2 new signs a week.  He was able to use sign language so early that he now uses his own gestures along with signs and words to try to communicate to me.  Sometimes when I'm not understanding him I can see the wheels turning in his head as he tries to figure out how to get his point across. There are still plenty of times when I just don't have a clue what he's trying to tell me, but most of the time we figure it out.

He loved Halloween.  Our ghost Boo is still on the porch upstairs, and he says hi to him every morning and kisses him goodnight every night.  He was so sad when the neighbors put their ghosts away last week.  I wish I'd gotten a picture of his sad face that night. And so I bought Boo some reindeer antlers and will put those on him with a little tinsel after Thanksgiving, and plan on keeping him up as long as it makes Finn happy to see him every day.  I can't wait to see how he reacts to all the Christmas stuff going up in a few weeks.  I might even take a chance on my full sized Christmas tree this year.

I still constantly have that nagging worry about his neuroblastoma at the back of my mind.  My wishes at 11:11 alternate between wishing for a pregnancy (always with the conditional healthy baby request) and wishing for continued good reports on his scans.  His next scan is December 27th.   I can't wait for the day when we can go to once a year scans.

Eighteen months.  I can only imagine how different he's going to be another 18 months from now!

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Toddler and Mommy Meltdowns

Finn is usually a pretty easy going kid, but this weekend has my head spinning.  He has been sweet and fussy, loving and screaming all in the course of two days.  I almost think I could handle it easier if it was non-stop fussiness.  Then at least I'd know what to expect.

This afternoon I was putting the finishing touches on the homemade beef stew I'd made for dinner, a stew that took me just about Finn's entire nap to put together.  Finn was interested in what I was doing, so I let him stir for me.  He loved it.  He loved it so much that when I first asked if he wanted to feed the cats (his favorite job) he said no.  The next time I asked if he wanted to feed the cats he didn't even answer me, he just gave me a kiss and kept stirring.  The third and fourth times were the same, and the fifth time he followed his kiss by putting his head on my shoulder - all while stirring.  It was so sweet and hilarious how he already knows exactly the way to play me when he wants to.

Eventually he did get tired of stirring, though, so we fed the kitties, and went outside to play until dinner was done.  We came inside and I made our plates, told him to get his water cup and go to his high chair, and I brought our plates and utensils to the table.  He first tried to eat the stew with a fork, but was having trouble and starting to show signs of throwing a temper tantrum, so I suggested he use his spoon. It worked at first, but then he accidentally spooned all his meat onto the floor instead of onto his spoon.  And he had a meltdown.

I tried everything.  I tried Happiest Tod.dler on the Blo.ck" todd.ler-speak.  "Finn mad!  Spoon is hard!" followed by "Fingers ok. Finn eat with fingers," which worked to calm him down, but then he'd immediately start screaming again when I gave him his food back.  I took him away from the table, calmed him down and then brought him back.  I tried putting the food on his spoon for him and then letting him feed himself.  I took his spoon away and tried to get him to eat with his fingers.  That had the best success, but then he saw me eating with a fork and freaked out all over again.  In the end he had maybe 4 bites of dinner, and I'd had enough.  I made him a larger than usual cup of milk and brought him upstairs for his bath.

He continued to scream for the first half of his bath, and then suddenly was happy. After bathtime we had a nice cuddle session with books, and then headed out for our walk.  He fussed the entire walk.  Every time I'd think he was finally asleep, he'd start crying again.  After 45 minutes, I just couldn't do it anymore, and so now he's rolling around in the bed next to me and still refusing to sleep.

I need to stretch out my sore back and stiff shoulders.  I didn't finish dinner, I'm starving, and I need to eat. I'm exhausted and in need of a good cry.  (And I also finally understand how my mom felt when she'd spent hours cooking something and I didn't eat it.  Dammit, that stew was really good and neither one of us enjoyed it.)

This is the hardest part of being a sing.le par.ent: not having someone to take over when I've absolutely had it.  When I wrote about how Nanny M took Finn when he was fussy for the second night in a row I said, "This is what it must be like to be married," and several people commented that no, that's not what it's like to be married.  I know that in most married families, the mom is the one who does most of the hard work child-rearing.  But I also know, that on a night like tonight, when I'm emotionally drained and have a toddler who is playing peek-a-boo around my computer, if I were married, I would leave my husband to deal with him and I could go downstairs and eat my dinner in peace.

Everything else about being a si.ngle pare.nt can be hard, but I've never done it any other way, so it really isn't that bad.  But this?  Tonight?  This sucks.