There’s some crazy giggling and running wildness going on in the other room. I feel like I’m missing out. So, ummm, really quickly, here’s the June 2011 toddler update. Hi Mom!
Saying No. No. That’s the first word out of Remy’s mouth no matter what. Even if he means yes. Sometimes he hedges with a no yes no yes no yes no yes. Which usually means yes but he is so committed to using the word no that he has to say it just as many times as he let’s a yes slip out. And not only does he love saying no, but his says it with a tone that’s got a noticable ring of attitude to it. NOOO-uh. With two syllables. I’d worry that some sort of parenting skills shortfall has caused this, but I heard a little boy his age do the very same thing to his parents at the playground. The parents cringed. I laughed and told them we get the same thing. What a relief to know we’re not alone with the snarky naysayer toddler situation.
Do It By Myself! This isn’t entirely new but it’s risen to a whole new level lately. I’m not sure what else there is to say here other than the kiddo wants to do everything by himself and does not take kindly to any remote hint of assistance. Even in cases where it appears he needs help desperately. In fact, he will undo any help provided and start over to make a point. This trend intersects interestingly with the following topic.
Determination and Frustration. You know what they say about “their little personalities coming out at this age.” Right? Well, this one’s personality doesn’t take kindly to things not working the way he thinks they should You’d think that since he gets so frustrated when things don’t go successfully, that he would correct by focusing on doing things well within his capability. Not so. Not even close. Case in point is the watermelon video that is a short snapshot of his efforts that continued on in reality for about 10 minutes. What about the size of that watermelon relative to the size of Remy makes you think that he should be able to lift that sucker up to the kitchen counter? Nothing! Right? Did you see how pissed off he was that he couldn’t do it? Very. This is just how my toddler rolls. If he can get over his anger issues, he’s bound to achieve a lot in this world. Anyway, that’s what I tell myself.
The Reappearing Training Potty. A while ago Remy had essentially stopped using the training potty, preferring instead to use the adult sized versions. In fact, he can even climb up on the upstairs toilet himself since it’s a little lower to the ground than our downstairs one. I figure, well yay, that’s awesome and add it to our pile of stuff to give away under our stairwell. Then, the other day as I’m filling the bathtub for the little man, I notice him fiddling with something behind me then appears in my peripheral vision carrying the training potty cup of toddler pee pee that he dumps into the big toilet then returns the cup to where it goes. Hmm. That’s strange. So I ask my husband when the training potty came back out, to which Gary responds, I didn’t know it was back out. Apparently Remy retrieved it himself, put it to use and is cleaning up after himself. Sweet. Now if I could only get him to clean up the messes he makes when he has his frustration meltdowns.
Wet Pants Swimsuit Issue. He’s essentially potty trained, although we still put him in pull-up’s for overnight since he joins us in our bed and better to be safe than sorry. The point I’m making is that he has outgrown the need for swimmy diapers. In theory. As it turns out, Remy hates the feeling on wet shorts on his legs and you can’t find a boy swimsuit that isn’t long and baggy. Really- you can’t find competitive speedo type suits for toddlers. I tried. So Gary had the brilliant idea to just use swimmies for the sole purpose of providing Remy some pool attire that doesn’t cause that troublesome wet fabric on leg sensation. Eh. It will do.
Phonetics and Rhymes With. We’ve learned that T makes a -t- sound and L makes a -le- sound. Oh, yeah, and the rest of the alphabet. Also, we are frequently reminded that truck rhymes with duck. Bed rhymes with red, sled, and various made-up words ending in ed. You get the picture.