And some days I think that I can’t make it. Everyone talks about labor being hard, but somehow life after gets lost in the fuss. Thanks to all my wonderful supporters! I couldn’t be the mommy I am without you all!
But I started this post saying some days are wonderful – and they really are! Today was one such day so far. It’s the little things that make life so exciting. My daily run is starting to have a very positive effect on my energy level and emotional stability. It’s starting to be my favorite time of day not just because I can work up some energy, but also because it means swimming time!!! Joseph has picked up on the pattern. He smiled big smiles when I put him in the trailer this morning and he smiled big smiles as I undressed him for bath time. He knows what’s coming! Grossmutti arrived just in time to see Joseph swim and she got to see how excited he was to go in the water, too. (And Joseph doesn’t yet have stage fright.) She also saw how Joseph is learning awareness of his bodily functions. I always give him a chance to go on the “big potty” i.e. the toilet (I hold him over it – he’s not sitting yet . . .) and he had a little pooh and started to fuss. I thought that meant he was done so I took him away and he screamed bloody murder. Ask Grossmutter. He was one mad little boy. I put him back on and sure enough he had to pee and afterwards was perfectly content to come off the potty. Now, if Mommy can only learn the difference between “I’m fussing because I have to go” And “I’m fussing because I’m DONE WITH THIS STUPID POTTY!”
But I started this post saying some days are wonderful – and they really are! Today was one such day so far. It’s the little things that make life so exciting. My daily run is starting to have a very positive effect on my energy level and emotional stability. It’s starting to be my favorite time of day not just because I can work up some energy, but also because it means swimming time!!! Joseph has picked up on the pattern. He smiled big smiles when I put him in the trailer this morning and he smiled big smiles as I undressed him for bath time. He knows what’s coming! Grossmutti arrived just in time to see Joseph swim and she got to see how excited he was to go in the water, too. (And Joseph doesn’t yet have stage fright.) She also saw how Joseph is learning awareness of his bodily functions. I always give him a chance to go on the “big potty” i.e. the toilet (I hold him over it – he’s not sitting yet . . .) and he had a little pooh and started to fuss. I thought that meant he was done so I took him away and he screamed bloody murder. Ask Grossmutter. He was one mad little boy. I put him back on and sure enough he had to pee and afterwards was perfectly content to come off the potty. Now, if Mommy can only learn the difference between “I’m fussing because I have to go” And “I’m fussing because I’m DONE WITH THIS STUPID POTTY!”
