Ethan at 5:30 pm: “Mama! I want birthday cake!”
Me: “Sorry, little man. You can only eat birthday cake when it is light outside. Rule.”
Winning in winter. Will need a new strategy in the summer.
Ethan’s bedtime is around 7:30 pm. We had just finished reading three stories, and I brought him a glass of water. When I brought the water back, he sat up in bed and leaned toward me, whispering, “Mama! It’s the middle of the night!”
(Someone might have woken up at 3 am a couple night before. He was completely and utterly awake. Like, I just had 8 cups of coffee and I am AWAKE! awake. So he got reminded a few times that it was the middle of the night, ha!)
Last night around 1:30 am there was an earthquake. The initial shaking was enough to wake Will and I up pretty much instantly, but it was still low level shaking. I was just commenting to Will that it seemed to be lasting a long time, when the shaking became abruptly violent. Less than half a second later, we both leaped out of bed and Will grabbed Henry and I grabbed Ethan. Just as soon as we got the boys, the shaking had stopped, but my heart rate wouldn’t come down for another half hour. A 7.1 earthquake is no joke. I cannot imagine an earthquake lasting as long as 4 minutes (the length of time the 1964 earthquake lasted).
He is a sponge, this kid. He picks up on everything. I was trying to chill him out from being strapped in the car seat on our way home from daycare because he was whining and crying.
“Ethan, do you want to pretend to be an astronaut blasting off to the moon??” He got silent.
“No, mama. I’m in a carseat.” Point taken, kid.
He tries to sound out words, but usually uses the context clues to figure it out. For example, we have a “Happy Birthday” banner up for Henry, and Ethan will say, “It says ‘Happy Birthday, Henry!'”
He can put together 12 piece jigsaw puzzles together on his own, and he has (thankfully) gotten a lot easier to drop off at school. Sharing toys with Henry prompts an existential crisis every time it comes up, but he is quick to soothe Henry if he is crying or upset. And he is quite possessive of Henry if I carry him into Ethan’s room. (The little girls and younger kids all race to ‘Baby!!’)
In an exciting development, Ethan will now tell us when he wants/needs his diaper changed. It is encouraging, but I’m not going to work on potty training until March or later. He’s still not too excited about underwear. Even if it does have Lightning McQueen on it.
He got to stay home from school for a few days a month ago with his first bout of strep throat. (Which I got too. Maybe I had it before I can remember, but I don’t remember ever having strep throat as a kid. It was miserable. All thanks to my forest monkey daycare vector.) He was definitely down and out for a couple days, but perked up quickly as only kids can. We might be looking at a tonsillectomy at some point in our future, but we’ll see.
At school, they are exploring all the ways they are different, so they have been asking about favorite colors, foods, etc. For Ethan, it is whatever he is seeing, doing, or wanting right at the moment. “My favorite is milk! It is SO YUMMY!!”
His favorite thing in the world is “helping mama in the kitchen”. If I’m walking through the kitchen, Ethan will run to the kitchen table to push a chair over to the kitchen island. All the stories he asks me to tell are about “Mama monster and Ethan monster*” making a cake, ice cream, cookies, or other treat. He really loves counting and putting in all the ingredients and mixing them up.
He gets terribly frustrated when things tend to obey things like physics. For example, when his books fall over on the shelf if there is nothing holding them up. I think he gets that honestly from the both of us, and if that is true, look out 12. But I’m glad he’s still all toddler. He wants help. He doesn’t want any help. He wants the blue one. No the yellow one. I WANTED THE BLUE ONE! “Mama, I bonked, I need a kiss.” “Mama, can you hold my hand?”
For as long as you’ll let me, kid. For as long as you’ll let me.
[* I have no idea where the ‘monster’ thing came from. I imagine some kid at school. I’ve gone to great lengths to “de-scary” monsters, ha!]
Wow, is this kid into everything. Ethan was just a different kid, but Henry has zero fear about heights. He cruises with the best of them, but he hasn’t been brave enough to take a step yet. (Ethan was 15 months when he took his first step.) He is like lightning when he crawls. It cracks me up every time he crawls to me from across the room. He’ll lower his head like it makes him more aerodynamic. He’ll cross the room to give a high five, and it is remarkably easy to get a belly laugh from him. He cries only when he doesn’t get his way, and he has a heck of a grip for a one-year-old.
Even though he isn’t walking yet, that doesn’t stop him from climbing every vertical surface. He has managed to traverse low shelves at daycare and they have to watch him like a hawk around chairs. Thankfully, he has not yet tried to throw a leg up on the edge of the crib. He has one love (beside mama, daddy, and Ethan, of course) and that is his pacifier. He might be the baby who crawls around plucking pacifiers out of other baby’s mouths!
He is finally sleeping through the night, and he’ll take at least one reliable nap per day. (The sleeping through the night happened a couple months ago and it changed our lives.) He is still sleeping in our closet (yes, really), but I think we might move the boys into the same room in March. He did finally stop spitting up around 8 months, and that has made a discernible difference in laundry.
In one stark difference from big brother, Henry will currently eat nearly everything put in front of him. We’ve been calling Henry “Henry-bear” for awhile now, and he is a bear. He’s one solid kid. His one year appointment was pushed back to the beginning of February, so we’ll have to wait to see how he compares to Ethan.
He likes everything Ethan has, and he will use his brute force to try and wrestle a toy away (see above: awesome grip strength). It goes over about as well as you’d expect, ha! But Ethan can always get a belly laugh from Henry, and Henry would follow Ethan to the ends of the earth.
I can’t wait to see how they both grow in the next year. And I promise it won’t be a year before I write again!
[Pictures are still a problem. I’m getting a new computer in a month or so and that will hopefully fix the issue.]