Daycare Cooties, pt 2

I really didn’t want there to be a part two, you guys. Le boo.

The dumpling once again slept in. When I realized that he slept through the night without vomiting, I had high hopes for his return to daycare. He’d made it through yesterday just fine, surely we were headed up. But, as I moved him through our morning rituals, I wasn’t convinced he felt ok. He just seemed extra sad, clinging to my shoulder in a Precious Moments way, rather than a howler monkey way. I had just started a video chat with my mom (seeing his grandma always brightens the dumpling’s day), when he suddenly turned towards me.

“I’m still not sure if he’s feeling well,” were my literal words right before diving for the kitchen sink as the dumpling puked a half cup of milk everywhere. Poor baby. “Well, I guess that answers the question,” I called out as my mom stared at the ceiling from where I’d abandoned my phone.

Honestly, I think he felt worse today than he did yesterday. Yesterday, the only way you’d know he wasn’t feeling great was his lack of appetite. But he was happy to play and keep himself company, while drinking some water. Today though, today he felt extra miserable. He needed a nap at 11 and actually went down for a second one at 2:30. When he woke up from his first nap, I spent almost an hour carrying him around the house, singing Itsy Bitsy Spider to him. He dozed on my shoulder as best he could. After he got sick a second time (both times were in the morning), he refused liquids. He didn’t drink any water until around 4pm and yes I was starting to get very worried. Luffy helpfully picked up Gatorade and Popsicles to help keep the dumpling hydrated.

The turning point came in the afternoon. He was trying to put a sippy cup together (which he did the other night and was SO proud, as were his parents), but he kept getting frustrated and sliding down my lap in an attempt to assume a tantrum position. To try to calm him, I ended up rubbing his tummy a bit, then his legs, like his dad loves. I suppose that did the trick because he laid there for a while, before getting up and finally starting to talk and laugh and drink water!

I’m hopeful that he’s turned the corner for real this time – that poor baby doesn’t have any spare rolls to lose.



Daycare Cooties

My least favorite part about the dumpling going to daycare is the inevitable onslaught on daycare germs. In a way, it’s not as bad as everyone makes it out to be (no, my child didn’t have a cold for four months this year), but in some ways, it’s just as bad. Particularly stomach bugs. The dumpling’s home today because the poor baby got sick in his crib last night. We got an email just yesterday warning us that a bug was (still) making the rounds and when I saw two cases in his classroom, I sent up a little prayer and crossed my fingers.

All for naught it seems.

Oh well, the dumpling has been in good spirits this morning, despite not eating anything and every so often executing a terrifying little cough-cough-gag thing. He’s currently napping and I’m currently holding my breath to see if he makes it through his nap without vomiting. STAY TUNED FOR THE EXCITING UPDATE!!

At least he gets exposed to all of this before he starts school. He’ll have quite the robust immune system before long. At least, that’s what they tell me.

Toddler Preferences

It’s fascinating to watch a little person’s likes/dislikes emerge. It also feels like quite the crowning achievement when I suddenly connect the dots and realize that oh hey, I think he really likes tart foods! At least until he decides that he doesn’t like tart foods anymore, thankyouverymuch. Here are a few of my toddler’s clear preferences:

Socks – The dude loves socks. Always has. He has to choose his socks in the morning and some mornings it can be quite the ordeal, with rejected socks thrown about his room. He’s very particular about them, sometimes requesting to search through his clothes hamper in pursuit of an already-worn favorite. It also meant that during Pestilence of 2018: The Great Rash, his feet looked almost as bad as his poor little bottom because he refused to be barefoot.

Stripes – The dumpling occasionally extends his wardrobe choices to the rest of his body and will choose his shirt for the day. Although, when this happens it’s usually more of a demand than a request, but hey, it’s the toddler’s world and I’m just living in it. I also started putting this one together during the aforementioned rash episode. He was giving me serious mommy guilt because he kept demanding to wear a long-sleeved onesie he has.  And they came as a set, so he actually has four which was super convenient when he’d discover yet another one after I thought I had hidden them all. Logical explanations of rash + exacerbated by heat + Texas summer + long-sleeves went right over the dumpling’s head, so I just rolled the sleeves up as far as they would go and hoped for the best. I wondered what it was about these onesies that he liked so much. Were they softer than his other shirts? Was it the bold colors? The contrasting colors? Whatever it was, he was hooked.

A few days later, (after I had really and truly hidden all of the long-sleeved shirts) he demanded to wear another onesie of his, a soft white/navy striped number, and the proverbial light-bulb clicked on. I think he likes stripes, I thought to myself, and as soon as I had the thought, it struck me that stripes were everywhere in his preferences. Nine times out of ten, his chosen socks were striped. (The other 1/10 time, the socks have stars.) Stripes on his shirts. The stupid long-sleeve onesies were striped. The only time he ever cared about shorts, they were striped. Striped blanket that he keeps pulling down. Stripes, stripes, stripes. He loves them. Luckily for him, I’m a big fan of simple infant/toddler clothes (you won’t find a **Daddy’s Lil’ Slugger** shirt in his closet), thus he already had plenty of striped shirts. Now I just make sure to look for striped options first when purchasing new clothes. Which will be awesome when he suddenly decides that he hates strips and that’s 2/3 of his wardrobe.

Cars – The dude loves cars. Cars on his zippy. Toy cars. Real cars (watching them go by, that is). Semis rolling down the highway. Lining daycare’s toy trucks up while he’s outside playing. Playing with they neighbor’s dump truck.

Speaking of, the aforementioned neighbor had a birthday part over the weekend. He loves wheels, in any and all form, so I got a cute set of toddler cars with out-sized wheels for him. Luffy had the bad timing of pointing out the present on our dining table within full view of the dumpling. The next thing I knew, the dumpling insisted we open the package so that he could examine the cars. He now owns a set of toddler cars and I had to go buy a new one for the neighbor. I will also make sure to hide any and all future presents. Live and learn, folks, live and learn.

A glimpse

I’m sitting on the couch right now, my feet propped up with a whiskey at my side. A quick glance down shows me an image of my sleeping son, on his belly with his kitty* tucked into his side. I am exhausted, physically and mentally, thanks to that little dude.

Today was one of those days that just beat us down. It started out looking like a good day! I got the dumpling up and we went about our Saturday morning routine without an early morning meltdown. Luffy was in good spirits as I left to go to exercise. But. Somewhere along the way, the dumpling decided that today was a no good day and everything triggered tears and woe.

We were actually supposed to go to a family friend’s birthday party today. They live on the other side of DFW from us, so it was going to be an hour’s drive there. Our initial plan was to leave at 11:30 to give the dumpling a car nap and arrive just a half hour late for the party. We decided, however, that the dumpling needed a real nap today and we definitely didn’t need to be an hour away from home should a meltdown occur. We contemplated attending again, later that afternoon after a fairly good nap and an tantrum-free hour, and even got about 15 minutes down the road before turning back. He was completely out-of-sorts in the backseat and we weren’t doing anyone any good by going.

I’m actually pretty bummed that we missed it. We haven’t seen these friends since January and they’ve moved to a new place since then. I was really looking forward to seeing them, but, alas, the dumpling had other plans. That’s not really something you think about, when having a child, that you may have to opt out of things you really want to partake in. I mean, sure, we say well we can’t go to Italy the couple of years, that will be ok! but you don’t really think about well my child will be having a tantrum-fest day, so I won’t be able to attend a good friend’s birthday party. We think of the big things we might have to wait on or opt out of, but not the little.

True to good mommy-blogging form, I’m supposed to close this by saying that he’s all worth it in the end. And he is. Of that I’m sure. His smiles make my bad mood melt away. His hugs make my heart ache. His laughs are literally music for my soul. And yet, seriously child would it kill you to not lose your marbles over the bubbles? Which you wanted in the first place, if I may remind you. Or the fact that we can’t go outside (ow-si?) right now. Or the way Sharpies don’t go down your train track the same way as the actual train cars do. Or the fact that you can’t actually control the cat. She does what she wants. I know, life’s unfair.

*I feel the need to clarify that this is a stuffed cat. He sleeps with a puppy and a kitty that I’ve dubbed Puppy and Kitty until he can do the honors. Teddy bears are so 2008.


Eh, he’s just a little speckled

When I changed the dumpling’s diaper on Saturday evening, I noticed he had a bit of a rash going on. Not around his bidness, mind you, but on his low abdomen. We had been playing outside in the heat and humidity (yay for Texas “Spring”!), so I figured it was just a bit of a heat rash. No biggie. The next morning, I noticed they had spread to his belly and chest. At the playground later that morning, I realized that his legs had some too. Huh.

Then I noticed his face had a couple too, as did his neck and feet, and I started furiously texting my mom because WTH?!

Luffy and I figured either an extreme case of heat rash or maybe a bizarre allergy to ketchup* and took him to the pediatrician first thing Monday morning, fully expecting them to give him a clean bill of health so that he could go to daycare. Spoiler alert: it’s Thursday and the dumpling is still home today!

The pediatrician said that the rash is viral. There’s no telling if he’s actually sick right now (though he has no fever or other symptoms besides a runny nose, so this is an unlikely scenario) or if this is just the fallout from a previous virus. Apparently, a rash can appear up to four weeks afterward!! The rash itself lasts anywhere from two days to two weeks and that he can return to daycare “when he starts looking better.” Uh, thanks?

So yeah, we juggled Monday and Tuesday ourselves (he actually looked worse Tuesday) and then my awesome, amazing, wonderful mother came in to town to help out. She arrived late Tuesday and she’s watched him for the past two days. He, of course, has had a blast. Gotta love grandparents**!

I have particularly enjoyed today because I decided to work from home, as usual. I had been planning to go into the office since the dumpling and my mom would be here. Luffy convinced me to hide in the office essentially and it’s gone great. The dumpling caught me once this morning, in the kitchen as I was getting water, so I’ve stayed behind a closed door the rest of the day. I’ve gotten to listen to him playing and it’s just adorable. His giggles and attempts at words are precious. I can hear him runnnnn down the hallway and throw balls in the living room. So cute!

I think he’ll be able to go back tomorrow as he’s really starting to look better. Poor baby.

*Ask me what he ate for lunch Saturday. He was a big fan of ketchup and licking ketchup off of other food items, but not actually eating other food items.

**Speaking of grandparent love: Luffy decided to take the dumpling to visit his mom on Monday afternoon, to break up the day a little. His mom doesn’t work, so we figured she’d be thrilled to get extra time with the cutie, even if he was a little splotchy. Adorably, when Luffy called to tell his dad the plans, his dad requested they wait until 2pm to come over because he was going to leave work to play with his grandson. Isn’t that just the sweetest?! Seriously, the dumpling has some of the best grandparents in the world!

The Quiet

I apologize for the quiet around here lately. I blame the usual suspects: work, child, etc. But there’s actually something else going on too, between Luffy and I, so I don’t feel comfortable sharing. (I know, I’d be shocked if I were you too – there actually is a line of oversharing for Belle! Who knew?!) Anyway, I don’t want to sound melodramatic (even though I know it completely does sound melodramatic), but I thought I’d put the explanation out there. We’re working through some things, trying to be the best version of ourselves for each other and our little family. It’s just one of those times when the only thing I want to talk about is the one thing I won’t. And thus – silence. It happens to the best of us.

To leave you on a happier note as you start your week: the dumpling can now tell you what the cat says! And it’s almost as adorable as his woof woof*. His little meow comes out as a “weow” and it is just too cute. TOO CUTE, I tell you!

* I linked back to that post and then realized afterwards that I haven’t told you guys about his woof woof!! How could I not?! So, I suppose a week or so ago, the dumpling started answering the question what does the dog say? with his own little woof woof. Which, is totally cute, but his is just painfully adorable because he says it in this tiny little voice, almost like he’s a little worried he’s actually summoning the big doggies over. And he doesn’t have the f-sound, so it comes out as woo woo. Gah! It’s just precious.

18 Months!

The dumpling is 18 months old! As of yesterday Wednesday. As you can see, I am awesome at this.

He did well at his check-up. He finally broke twenty pounds, that peanut, and while he is “behind” in communication, we were happy to announce that he learned two new words recently. All done as in I am ALL DONE with this empty bowl, mother, and shall hurl it off the table to demonstrate my all-done-ness and Wow as adorably exemplified this morning as he wandered around the kitchen going Oh wow! Oh wow! Oh wow! at nothing in particular. His block towers, on the other hand, garner an extended Woow-ooah!

There are definitely quiet little moments that fill my heart with joy at this age. Just this morning, I knelt down for a hug to see him off to school and he just beamed at me as he toddled over, diving in for a hug. I then kissed Luffy goodbye and pulled back to see him (the dumpling) run back over, tongue hanging out, presumably for a kiss as well. He then barreled off in chase of Luffy and managed to run right into Luffy’s leg as he was putting on his shoes, like a cute little bumper car. Such an adorable moment.

There are moments that make us laugh, like when he sings in his crib (at the top of his lungs). There are moments that frustrate us, like when he burst a seam on his zippy at bedtime and was completely obsessed and angered by this, yet refused to take it off and then we got him in a new one, but he wouldn’t get over the other zippy and we eventually just gave him the damn zippy to take to bed with him like geez child. There are moments where we watch him figure something, like how to kick a ball, and other moments where he suddenly just knows how to do something, like open doors*. All of these moments, the good and bad and quiet and happy and trying, they all blend to create our every day now. A bit like being on a roller coaster, really, and one that I actually enjoy being on. Usually.

*Our house unfortunately has all lever style door handles, meaning they’re not that difficult for the average toddler to operate. Even more unfortunately for us, the dumpling is tall enough and smart enough and he gets up on his tippy, tippy toes and – BAM – you’re looking at your toddler’s face as you’re trying to pee. So much for privacy!