The Haps

L has been pretty active lately, he’s taken us down some smooth roads and some bumpy roads but all in all we are surviving…well, at least he is.

As I type he is quietly calling out, “daddy”, last week it was mommy but lately mommy’s taken a backseat because she’s been laying on her lazy ass recuperating from her wisdom teeth surgery…oh what fun.  For the past 2 years L has been a great sleeper, we go through our routine and bam! the boy is asleep.  For the past month he’s been turning a few tricks, asking for water before he hits the sack or he will ask for two more minutes of holding and rocking before he turns in for the night but now, he will ask for that and go on a quiet rant about how much he wants to go downstairs or that he wants either me or his super dad.  At first, my heart would break, I know what’s its like to have to go to bed but want to hang with the rents, well, not necessarily the rents, I just wanted to hang out and watch Dallas or Knotslanding but who cares, I didn’t want to go to sleep. I know all about asking for those little things just to get a few more seconds of cuddle time and still I give in but lately, dad and I have been holding our ground, turning the other cheek and starring at one another waiting for one of us to give each other the go ahead to go upstairs and ask mijo what his deal is.  It’s important to know that we both are weak when it comes to L and we both cave in and when we do we normally tell each other the same thing…” we are setting precedence!” And at times that works and then there are times that it doesn’t.  He’s been falling asleep pretty late, not by our control, we put him to bed on time but he falls asleep and hour sometimes two hours later; it’s hard but we are trying to be strong…boy we are trying.  One thing is for sure, and I’ve repeated this many times, L has a strong attitude and when he is determined to get his way he will fight tooth and nail for what he feels is right…that will go a long way when he gets older but for now, this is one protest he cannot win. (he is still quietly asking for daddy)

Feats of strengths, this boy is strong and when he has to fight us off he will turn green and throw us into a frenzy; case in point, nebulizer and eye medication.  A few months ago we had to give him breathing treatments and through tears and screams we put him through the GREAT NEBULIZER (say that with a deep manly voice, w/ a hint of echo).  Most of those tears and screams were his but some were ours. We had never heard him scream for vengeance and it scared the shit out of us but for many days we had to endure the punishment of the GREAT NEBULIZER.  Every night i would say, “come on nebulizer people! make a product that doesn’t sound like it’s going to eat your child, the parents and the freaking cat and make something quieter and friendlier!”  The mask alone are pretty scary, like, 1970’s slasher movie scary, COME ON! (and now he is quietly asking for mommy, no daddy, yup daddy it is).  For a month, L would say, “no breathing treatments mommy. treatments, go away!”; for a freaking month we had to hear that and it simply killed us.  He really showed us that he has super human strength…like made mutant strength.

Now, he’s onto eye drops for his allergies and pink eye, he screams but not like nebulizer screams, it’s just the normal, “NO EYE DROPS!” scream and that my friend we can handle.

Now for the fun stuff!

L is in soccer and he LOVES IT!  I’ve never seen him get so stoked about anything before in his life but the minute he knows it’s Sunday, he is jumping around and chanting, “soccer practice! my soccer practice!”  He really surprised us with his mad dribbling skills and how well he kicks the ball.  He’s getting better at the drills and we are having a blast, running around and helping him listen to his coach…she’s really cute and I think he thinks so too.  It’s great to see the parents interact with their kids and I love watching K teach L and coach him on his drills…melt my heart!

Swimming lessons are in two weeks and I can’t wait!

L’s become a real comedian and he is totally showing us how well he can take a joke,  we love watching him laugh at jokes or laugh at movie scenes.  He has a knack for keeping our funny bone alive and what can I say, his adorable smile resonates though out the day for us.  He is a delight.

I think he finally hit the sleep button. 

Speaking of, my painkillers are starting to take it ‘s toll and I should be hitting the sack myself.

I miss you tumblr, blog you later!

I need sleep advice for my 2.5 year old?

Anyone,

L has always been a great sleeper.  Our routine was awesome, bath, teeth, pj’s, pick three books, read, say our good nights and he would pass out by 7:30/8.  Now, he fights his sleep and it normally takes him an hour to an hour and half to get him to tire out. 

Is this normal? Any hints?

It breaks my heart to hear him whimper but I know i have to stand my ground…right?

Hope my Tumblr family can help.

Signed,

broken hearted parents

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dinner tonight

Dad made an awesome dinner tonight, big fat slab of pork with dirty rice in the middle and some greens…mmm! good!

L ate a few bites, but only with sour cream…he’s found sour cream like we Americans found ketchup…strange bird.

So here’s how dinner ended:

L: “all done!”

M: “are you sure you are not hungry?”

D: “do you want to go to bed without any food?”

L had to think about it and smiled and said, “all done!”

M walked away from the table and into the kitchen and grabbed a double fudge chocolate cookie, took a couple of bites and sat back at the table.

L looked at me and immediately grabbed his greens, stuffed them in his mouth, ate the rest of his pork and rice…cleaned his plate.

We chuckled under our breath but were amazed how his hunger kicked in all for a small cookie…that’s our boy!

02/03/2012

Dear L, While you are dreaming about spaghetti and crayons, me and your daddy were discussing the pros and cons of private school. Yeah, we know we have a few years ahead of us but it’s not too early to discuss. Bottom line, your dad hates uniforms because they oppose individuality and your mom has more confidence in you that you will beat the system and rise above the message. I personally feel that uniforms are the least of our worries and that education and proper attention from both your parents and the school will help cure you into a bad ass. BUT to your dad’s defense…he loves you and he wants to see you in a right place instead of some shitty place that will determine your future…after all, we don’t want you to feel that you are limited to making money from reality shows and or the unmentionable…stripping. …which makes me reflect on a Simpson’s episode where Bart didn’t get the proper education and he wound up being a stripper at the local boom-boom lounge. You’ll watch that episode when you get older…it’s funny but to the point of every parent. Just know this, we want the best for you and our actions are riding on pure love, nothing more and nothing less…I am your mother, and I approve this disclaimer.

2:00am

Mommy’s Blog

It’s 2 in the morning and I was awaken by the trembling sound of thunder while the room filled with mother nature’s organic electricity.  The strong winds and pounding rain made for a dramatic wake up call and all I could think about was the dreadful walk down stairs to bring in the wet dog; it was going to be a challenge. 

Fortunate for me I fell asleep in my robe leaving one less thing I had to do while leaving my eyes closed.  I decided to take a dare and feel my way down the stairs instead of playing it safe.  As I approached the back door I knew that I was going to be challenged by the beast we call Ziel but there was no backing down; he had to come in, there was no denying.

I wrestled with Ziel while quietly trying to command him to sit and stay but it wasn’t working, the loud thunder and lightening kept him from obeying my commands; I was losing my cool.  We finally made it upstairs, where I made Ziel a comfy bed so he could sleep in peace.  I started to feel relieved that all the commotion from mother natures temper wasn’t brutal enough to wake L until I heard my name repeated three times, “mommy. mommy. mommy”, he was up and scared and I shot the finger at the bitch for waking him up.

I walked into L’s room where he to was being entertained by mother nature’s organic electricity and he laid in his crib not knowing what to do but I did.  I knew that the only way he was going to fall back to sleep is if he was laying by my side and he agreed so off I went with a blanket, pillow and a cute little guy in cute little pajamas.

He made a request for water as soon as we hit the bed so of course I obliged.  I explained to L that it was raining and pointed out the lightening and thunder when it exposed itself; he was fascinated and I was worried…he was awake.  After he quenched his thirst we went back upstairs and laid him on his pillow and covered him with his blanket and told him that he had to go back to sleep and he said, “i do”.  Every time lightening would hit, I would see his hazel eyes starring at me; I reassured him that he was okay and to go back to sleep.  A few minutes later, after the storm took a break, he fell asleep.  Twenty minutes later the storm started up with chapter 2; the dog was worried, the cat was scared but L was fast asleep and as for me, I was WIDE AWAKE.

I finally dozed off, must have been about 4 and my alarm went off at 5:15, my hand had a minds of it own and hit snooze until my alarm went off at 7…yes, my subconsciousness was on auto polite and hit snooze for almost two hours. Before I realized that I had overslept I could hear L whispering, “mommy…pee pee…poo poo…mommy”, I responded by saying, “mijo, do you have to go potty?” and he whispered, “no”.  I told him to back to sleep and when I looked at my phone and saw that it was 7 am, all I could think about was my 9 am meeting that I was going to be late for…panic,  but enough to get me out of bed.

L was such a good boy and didn’t give me a hard time, he let me get ready and I let him watch Dora.  When it was time for him to get ready for school, he was a dream… no mess no fuss.  We managed to make it out and to school by 8 am…don’t ask me how.  I made it for my 9 am but because we were missing some folks we had to reschedule…the storm was a big toll on all of us.

Weather:  a tornado hit central Austin, many homes were damaged.  Flood waters almost caused a life and schools around Austin shutdown due to power outages and damaged school buses.  Thousands lost power and many roads were damaged. 

We were safe and L doesn’t remember a thing…whew!

I can see the light at the end of the toilet

CONGRATULATIONS L! You pooped in the toilet!  We were so ecstatic, we jumped for joy and we high fived you and even made up a funny, “hello pooper, I pooped!”  You were so proud of yourself, you even picked up the phone and said, “I pooped in the potty!”

Then it all came to screeching halt, no more potty.  Of course you will tell us when you got a package in the bag but you immediately say “no!” when we ask if you want to pop a squat.  Of course, we aren’t pushing you, we want you to go at your own pace.  I read up on potty training and it seems that we are on the right track but day care insist that you are potty trained soon but I feel that you still have time and they shouldn’t push.

But man! the first time on the pot and you pooped!  AMAZING!

This weekend you, me and another chance at the toilet

Oot!

This weekend I caught L mocking movie scenes…

We were watching A New Hope and I caught him acting out Luke, or what Lyrek like to say “Oot”, scene when he meets up with the droids.

It was brilliant and absolutely beautiful watching him milestone over such an awesome movie…boy’s got taste.

I am like my mom…

Lyrek,

When I was a kid my mom, your grandma (abuelita), would love us to pieces with her cooking and her baking.  She would bake pies, cakes, cookies, empanadas, sopapias and a whole mess of other stuff. Her cooking was the best and still is, but the baking was phenomenal. 

Although she would make me eat liver and some veggies that I learned to like and some I still hate…but she made me because she wanted to expand my choices and give me the nutrients that my little body needed. 

I will toot my horn and say that you are lucky to have a mom like grandma, she loves to cook and bake and she will always make you eat those foods that are good for you but will always love you with the good stuff too!

Case in point, tomorrow morning you will have the option of eating blueberry muffins or a cranberry muffins…all because you ate all your food tonight and both you and your daddy are cute!