Fashion Faux Pas

After a few days of not going to daycare Truman was a little stir crazy being at home. He was bored of us and desperately wanted to get out. At one point Truman went to the front closet took out his shoes and jacket. Once I had his jacket on, he refused to take it off and complained at the front door. When I asked him if I could take his jacket off he shook his head no in protest. Jerry and I were so sick we couldn't take him out. Luckily his Oopa and Grandmother came at different times to take him for a walk (and so we could get our much needed rest). Thank you!

Today when I went to pick up Truman from daycare this is what he was wearing. Nice outfit! I especially like the pink flowered pants and no socks. Now, I am not a bad mother, I did leave a change of clothes for him, but he pooped through both sets! Good thing he didn't mind! I had a good chuckle!

I forgot to mention in an earlier blog that we went to the ENT specialist last week and our dear Truman will need to get tubes in his ears. He still has an ear infection, which has lasted now for about 3 months. When he took the hearing test we found out that he can only hear loud sounds. All of this will be cleared up the beginning of February and we should be able to see results instantly. Her only advice until the surgery was for us to speak loudly to Truman so he can continue to pick up new words!

Who's Not Feeling Well?

Tuesday morning I get the call at work....the one from the frantic day care worker asking me to pick up my child as soon as possible because he has been throwing up all morning. Tuesday morning I had some important HR business to attend to, something that was urgent and could not wait. Jerry was expected in court and he too could not leave work. When I finally got to the day care it was close to 11am and for the first time in a long time I felt guilty. I felt guilty for not leaving work sooner to pick up my son. The guilt came to me as I entered the classroom and saw the look on the teacher's faces. Here, is when being a working mom becomes difficult. I am torn between my career and my child. Truman can't go back to school for 48 hours, so finding alternate child care can sometimes be a challenge. Luckily, Jerry took today off to be with him, and I have arranged to be home tomorrow. The only problem now is the illness has passed on to Jerry, and I am sure that I am next. And now I wait to pay my visit to the toilet.

Let me tell you that cleaning up vomit when you have run out of paper towel is not the most enjoyable job, especially when your dog is trying to eat it! Yikes! Truman had never thrown up before, let alone spit up. We have been lucky up until now. I think the poor thing was frightened when it happened. At least we have not had another episode since yesterday evening and he seems almost back to his normal self. I truly felt like a mom yesterday, and was wearing my badge proudly. I even made chicken soup from scratch to which my son turned up his nose.

Here is a cute pic of Truman and his best friend Jake from last weekend. Truman kept trying to pull Jake's thumb out of his mouth so he could give him a kiss. The two of them loved having Ryan pull them around in their makeshift train. Too adorable!

Mischief and Manipulation

Our darling son has been getting into mischief and is very manipulative these days. He loves to get into everything and I have been finding that most of my nights are spent cleaning up after him. Although, truly I don't mind and it is probably why I fall asleep in an instant each night.

Tonight, I found Truman in our Tupperware drawer....he took out every container we own. He thoroughly enjoyed stacking the containers, putting one inside the other, oh and his favourite....chucking the pieces across the room. Now I had no excuses for organizing the cupboard this evening (Jerry has been asking me for the past few weeks).

Now on to the manipulation. Truman now loves to take my hand, or Jerry's hand and lead us to where he wants to go...whether it is downstairs to play, or to go to the next room. Today, when I picked Truman up from day care, he took my hand, his teacher's hand and lead us out of the classroom, up the ramp and to the front door. This evening, when we got home, Truman was hungry, but I had to make his dinner first and tried to distract him by playing with some toys. Truman was at his high chair and determined to eat. He came over to me, put the toy neatly away, put the top back on the toy box, took my hand and lead me to his high chair. How can we not give in to his wants? It's seriously hard.

At day care, Truman is now on "poop patrol". He informs his teacher who has had a "poo poo" and tries to check their diaper to confirm. He will also let us know when he has had a "poo poo" by pointing to his bum and saying the words. Nice! Hmmm...is toilet training in my near future? Yikes...not sure if I am ready!

Mr. Mom

My dear husband spent the last two weeks taking care of our little one. Jerry did a great job entertaining our bundle of energy and my two boys had a lot of fun hanging out together. My only complaint was that I didn't have a gourmet meal or a vodka tonic waiting for me when I got home. But I did have chauffeur service to and from work everyday....beggars can't be choosers.

Jerry and Truman discovered the Ontario Science Centre during the holidays. They enjoyed their trip so much, Jerry bought us a family pass. Truman loved playing in the mini Loblaws and playing in the kitchen. At one point a bigger kid pushed Truman and took his toy and my little guy pushed him right back. Unexpected from our usually sensitive child. Go Truman! I think day care must be paying off!

We have noticed a lot of "Virgo" behaviour from Truman over the last few weeks. One afternoon we took a family walk and some snow got on Truman's boot, he quickly bent over to wipe the snow away. Yesterday we were at my parent's for dinner and Truman insisted on using a coaster for his sippy cup! LOVE IT! Jerry is so very happy that we may have a neat child. Looks as though Morrie and I are the messy ones in the family....OK, I am the only messy one, just me.