I can’t believe Cootieboy is eight years old. How did that happen? He’s in the other room right now, entertaining some friends. I let him have a sleepover last night with a few of his friends. In a couple hours our neighborhood pool will open and I’ll be taking them over there to swim until the parents come pick them up. Based on the various child behaviors from last night and this morning, this is what I’ve determined about Cootieboy. 1) He’s boisterous – and not in a bad way. He thrives on energy. Especially the energy of his friends. 2) He’s kind – this morning one of the kids was very upset about not getting Lucky Charms cereal for breakfast, so Cootieboy willingly gave up his own bowl for the other child and opted to have something else. Not every kid would do that. 3) He’s sweet – this morning when he woke up he came into the room where I sat, and just walked into my arms for a hug. He nestled into me while I quietly told him how precious he is to me, and when I was done telling the tale of his birth all those years ago, he whispered, “Thank you, Mama,” and gave me a kiss. 4) On the downside, he leans towards overreaction sometimes. He loves a good fight and sometimes goes too far. Hopefully that’s something he’ll bring under control soon (read: before puberty hits and throw his hormones out of wack). 5) He is cute. And I mean CUTE. The dimple, the shaggy blond hair, the freckles. He continues to get cuter each year and shows no signs of stopping. He may not be the tallest boy in his third grade class this year, but he just might be the cutest. 6) He’s smart. Sometimes he’s too smart for his own good, but for the most part he’s quick to learn and quick to understand. Having said all that, I feel pretty lucky to have this kid in my life.
CootieBoy desperately wants to be five years old. Everytime we told him his birthday was coming up he’d cry, “I’m gonna be FIVE!” Uh. No. Four. “But I wanna be FIVE!” he’d cry again. But it’s not 1-2-3-5, I’d explain. He’d start crying. “But CootieGirl is five – I wanna be five!” *sigh* And then there was this exchange this morning: “How old are you, mama?” “I’m 39.” “Wow…that’s old.” Gee, thanks, youngster. At four, my little devil is rambunctious, energetic, fun, and active. But he’s also a great cuddler, loves to give hugs of all sizes (we give varying degrees of hugs in our house) and is quick to say “I love you” (and yes, half the time it’s to suck up when his sister is misbehaving, but I’ll take it). He loves the Wii (thank heavens he’s receiving a new game today so I don’t get pestered with “I wanna play Indiana Jones” every day from here to eternity). He loves stomping in puddles. He loves to push me out the door when I drop him off at daycare. He loves making silly sounds and even sillier faces. He likes to pick out his own clothes to wear each day. He loves to go to the pool but hates to get his face wet. He loves Scooby Doo and Tom & Jerry cartoons. His favorite foods are baked beans, corn and Spagettios with meatballs. He doesn’t like when people yell, and if he gets yelled at he’s quick to say “You hurt my feelings!” He’s a charmer and a sweetheart and sometimes I love him so much my heart hurts from the power of it.
CootieBoy is a born actor. Yesterday he was entertaining me in the office. He was sitting on my lap, and we were just talking, having a good time. He happened to have some princess advertisement in his hand, as well as a Shrek toy nearby. CootieGirl walked in, saw the Princess ad in his hand, and FREAKED. She picked up the Shrek toy and said, “I’ll trade you. You give me the Princess, I’ll give you the Shrek.” CB said no, and rightly so since the Shrek toy was something he already had been playing with. I began to explain to CG that she should find something ELSE to attempt a trade – something he wasn’t already playing with, but she quickly burst into tears, lamenting over the fact that CB wouldn’t share. After about 30 seconds CB couldn’t take it anymore, and handed the Princess ad to CG. She stopped crying, thanked him, and walked out of the room. CootieBoy turned to me, crumpled up his face, and started to MAKE FUN OF COOTIEGIRL by fake crying. As a mom, I know I should have said, “CootieBoy, don’t make fun of your sister,” but the non-parent in me thought it was frickin’ hilarious.
Today is CootieBoy’s third birthday. I cannot BELIEVE he is already three years old. All the things about CootieBoy:
- He hates boredom – he would much rather be running, jumping, playing than almost anything in the world.
- He loves to make people laugh – he definitely has a sense of humor and always makes faces that he knows will crack us up.
- He is VERY independent – he has reached that stage where only HE can put on his shoes, only HE can put on his shirt, only HE can put in that DVD.
- He loves animals – since we moved to this house, where the cats are forced to be social due to no attic and no basement, he has really grown attached to the animals. Stinky in particular – he hugs her often, despite her vocal protests.
- When he’s happy, he loves the world. When he’s angry, he hates the world. Yep, he’s an emotional one. Sure, CootieGirl cries at the drop of a hat, but CootieBoy shows a HUGE range of emotion and we often experience about ten of them each day.
- He loves music – he loves singing and after hearing “Defying Gravity” from the ‘Wicked’ soundtrack he is already singing some of the words along with the song. For his birthday he received a 10-piece musical instrument set. It has a triangle, maracas, tamborine, and several other things. He LOVES IT (thanks Auntie Jen & Uncle Beau!)
- He is competitive – we notice it with CootieGirl a lot. When he’s by himself he is fine, but when CootieGirl is around he instantly becomes competitive. For attention, for toys, for “winning”. That competitive edge will have to harnessed so it doesn’t turn into bullying later on, but if the roughness can be taken out and the determined drive encouraged, he will be very successful in school, sports, and real life.
- He is handsome – oh sure, I’m his mom, so I HAVE to say that, right? Well, even if I wasn’t his mother I’d know he is handsome. His mischievous eyes, his cute dimple, that blond hair. He’s a charmer and beautful and sometimes I catch my breath when I realize that Denis and I together equals such a beautiful boy (and girl – CootieGirl is beautiful as well).
I hope I’m not jinxing it, but the past two nights? CootieBoy has slept all night and not crawled into bed with us until 7 a.m. (which is what time we get up during the week anyway). He’s done this without the benefit of those Calms Forte pills because a couple days after we started giving him those pills he got a MAJOR (and I mean *major*) diaper rash. We stopped the pills in case that was the cause of the rash (which took almost a full week to disappear). Now that the rash is gone I may give him pills again to see if the rash comes back. If it does, no more pills. But every night as he goes to bed he asks for his “candy”. But he and I have a nice quick routine now. We’ll get under the covers on his bed and read a long story (although last night he wanted to read Peanuts cartoons, but the only problem was they were all in French (don’t ask), so he basically just listened to me fake-read French for about ten minutes while pointing at the pictures), then I turn out the lights and he and I lay in the bed for a couple minutes (usually during this time he’ll either cuddle with me or push me out of the bed – depends on his mood). He then pronounces that he wants Daddy, I get up and say, “Okay, I’ll go see if I can find him,” I leave the room, close the door, and that’s it. No crying for Daddy. No fussing about going to bed. No crying because I’m leaving. It’s a nice routine and a calming one at that (for both of us, since I get 5-10 minutes of laying in a comfy bed in the dark too). And to have a full night’s sleep the past two nights without the benefit of CootieBoy running in and slamming the door behind him has been nice. Of course, it probably helped last night that he didn’t get to bed until almost 9:30 p.m. since Denis kept the kids up so they could see me when I got home from Book Club.
CootieBoy’s hair was just too much, so today I shaved most of it off. He wasn’t into it at first, until he realized he could watch himself in the mirror. And there’s nothing the boy loves more than looking at himself in the mirror. I’m going to see if I can make it to July 1 without cutting his hair again. Somehow I doubt it. In other news, CootieBoy’s bed is now back in his room and he is okay with it. He’s been great about going to bed – few complaints, settling in easily. The first night back from our Christmas trip he did wake up in the middle of the night and protest, but settled back after a while. Then the next night he woke up again and I completely ignored him and he eventually went back to sleep. Last night, however, Denis got up and brought him into the bed with us. I didn’t even realize it until I woke up and found myself hugging the side of the bed with CootieBoy’s foot in my back.
This past weekend CootieBoy had some atrocious tantrums. Saturday was an especially rough day and I have the bruises to show for his ire. So naturally I was a bit afeared to put him to bed last night. But it wasn’t so bad in the end. I let him pick out a book to read, and then carried him into the bedroom when he realized he was actually being sent to bed. I put up the babygate and sat on the floor by his bed and proceeded to read the book out loud. He, meanwhile, stood at the doorway attempting to pull down the babygate and screaming at the same time. I continued to pleasantly read the book. I got about halfway through when CootieBoy suddenly stopped screaming, walked over to the trashcan, and determinedly pushed it over. He then went to the laundry hamper and tipped that over. Then he looked at me, for my reaction. My reaction was just to glare at him and not say a word, and not move. For a good two minutes I glared at him until he finally, with cautious tone, asked, “Mommy?” I continued to glare for another 10-15 seconds and then said to him, “You need to pick that up, CootieBoy.” He promptly bent over and stood the hamper upright. He looked at me again after that, and I nodded and said in a nicer tone, “Okay, now you need to pick up the trashcan.” Knowing it was heavy, I went over and helped him. He then lurched into my arms and laid his head on my shoulder, and I asked him, “What do you say?” “Sorry, Mommy.” “Do you want to read the book?” “Yes!” He then leaped into his bed where we read the book twice. Upon finishing he asked if he could get in our bed. I let him, and he settled under the covers. Once comfy he asked for juice, so I told him I get some and left the room (turning out the lights as I left). I waited about 5 minutes and went back in and gave him a cup of juice. He said thank you and then asked if he could get in his bed. I helped him down and he immediately settled into his own bed for the night. He did get up a few minutes later when he saw Denis leave CootieGirl’s room (where he had also been reading stories and saying prayers with CootieGirl), but was easily settled down for the night. He still gets up at around 5 a.m. and crawls into bed with us, but he’s quick about settling in and doesn’t attempt to play with us when he gets in the bed. He just goes back to sleep. I told Denis that we’ll leave CootieBoy’s toddler bed in our room until the day we leave for our Christmas trip. Before we leave we’ll put the bed back in CootieBoy’s room so that after our five day trip he’ll be back in his room permanently.
CootieBoy had his latest doctor appointment today. His 2nd birthday was back in August, but due to our move we just weren’t able to get him an appointment until today. He had an abundance of shots today since he hasn’t had an appointment in almost a year, including the flu shot. As for his measurements, he is doing well. He is 31 pounds, which is in the 73rd percentile for other boys that are 2 years 3 months old. He is 36 1/2 inches tall, which is in the 83rd percentile for other boys that are 2 years 3 months old. I still say he’s going to be the one stuck with the short gene whereas CootieGirl will probably be almost 6 feet tall (she’s in the 97th percentile for her height at her current age).
My son loves dressing up in the princess costumes owned by his sister. He just came to me and presented me with the pinkest most princessy one and demanded to wear it. So I helped him into the dress. At which point CootieGirl started planning a party with her new “friend”. I thought it was fine until the hem of his gown got underfoot causing him to crash down on the hardwood floors and hit his head really hard. REALLY hard – he’s got a huge knot on the back of his head. But he refuses to take off the dress even though he slipped again only a few minutes later. He needs some heels.
Well, CootieBoy has been doing much better the past few nights. He has gone to bed with no fighting and has slept the entire night through since we moved his toddler bed into our room. I’ll give it another week and if he continues to sleep the entire night then I’ll move his bed back in to his room and see if he sleeps the whole night. He has also been a much happier boy for the most part.