Ya, it pretty much went like this:

Outdoor pool + a week of on and off again sunshine + morning of rain and 60* temps = an unhappy little man….and a trooper of a dad—Grant did great despite being mad at me for making him them get in even though the water was seriously so cold.  “This is unhealthy!” is what Grant said.  The lesson was 30 min, but after being in for 20, we both thought it was best for Donovan to get out.  Other kids in his class were shivering, but still happy singing the songs with the instructors and playing in the water with their parent.  Not Donovan.  He was like, “Get. Me. OUT.”  So we did and once he was warm again, he was back to his normal happy, talkative self.

Prayers every night are being said, and we are including a request for warm weather all week, no rain, and a warm pool for Saturday.  Thank you.  Amen.

I’ve been observing Donovan these last few days, and it’s amazing to see how he functions in this world.  The way he thinks and decides things.  The way he is perceived and how he reacts to others.  Seeing how a person goes from being born into this world not knowing how to do anything, to teaching him about everything and seeing how he takes it all in and applies it is pretty amazing.  It’s a big responsibility, but it’s been so much fun.  Teaching him to roll over, to crawl, walk, say “bye-bye,” to remind him to look where he’s going, slow down, and so many other things.  In the midst of growing up way too fast, comes his need/want for independence. 

Example 1: The daily pick-up.  Every day when his dad or I pick him up from daycare, he sees us and doesn’t greet us with a hug anymore (“Oh Mommy! Daddy! I’ve missed you soo much today! Please take me home!!!!”). Instead he stops what he’s playing with, gets up and walks straight to the fridge.  He eagerly waits for us to open it, then he grabs his lunchbox (he knows which one is his), hooks it over his shoulder and says, “bye-bye” while waving to everybody and goes right out the door.  Of course, I’m talking to his teacher, asking about his day and have to tell him to wait for mommy as he anxiously waits at the door.  The lunchbox, almost as big as he is, stays in his hands as we walk together out to the car. 

Example 2: His way.  Time spent at the dinner table can be a fun family time for us.  Other times, if Donovan is given something he’s not too thrilled with then sees us eating a slight, adult version of the same thing he has, he wants what we have.  And trying to just scoop and feed it to him is no good anymore.  HE wants to use his spoon and put it in his own mouth.  Same thing with changing his diaper.  We fold up his dirty one and he is so eager to put it in the trash.  If we don’t let him, tears will quickly stream down his face accompanied with screams as if to be saying, “HOW COULD YOU!?! YOU’RE SO MEAN!!!” 

Example 3: Godzilla.  Forget picking things up with his hands and examining it intently.  Stepping on it—repeatedly— is how he sees whether something anything is hard, soft, slippery, crinkly…. this method often results in him falling.  Falling on his bottom, his face, or ending up in the splits from the object sliding out from under him.  The latter happening more often than the first two. 

Example 4: Older kids are awesome.  It doesn’t matter what they are doing.  Running around the playground.  Playing on the basketball court.  Standing, waiting for their parents to finish buying something at the mall.  I find him not only watching them, studying them, but he’s wanting to play with them.  Some kids who looked to be about 7 or 8 were playing basketball and Donovan walks right up to them, fearless, asking to play with them.  The older kids let him and within minutes, Donovan is hugging them.  And my heart melts.  What a sweet, sweet little man. 

I’m constantly trying to figure you out, Donovan.  And just when I think I have, you throw us another curve ball.  But I love it.  Every day is an adventure.

When Donovan was first born, his pediatrician said he was “tongue-tied.” Meaning: his frenulum (the thingy that attaches under your tongue to the bottom of your mouth) was further forward than it should be.  He reassured us that it was no big deal and said many lactation consultants insist that you snip it (because babies that are tongue-tied can have problems nursing).  He told us not to, so we didn’t.  And yes, Donovan had trouble latching on for about a month, but that was the only evidence of this slight imperfection. 

Until I noticed a baby at daycare that was sticking their tongue out.  I watched this baby in amazement (and honestly, slight disgust) as it’s tongue stuck in and out of it’s mouth, trying to lick at, what? The air? Seeing a baby stick their tongue out like this was so foreign to me–until I realized that it struck me as being so odd because my own baby never stuck his tongue out. Ever.  Will he be able to?  Will he ever do simple things like lick an ice cream cone?  Or will we need to get his frenulum snipped?

Turns out he’ll be able to lick an ice cream cone!  He’s always been able to stick it out, but just didn’t know how.  One of the teachers at daycare was playfully sticking her tongue out at him and he thought it was hilarious and realized he could do it too.  We were so happy to see him do this… probably just as excited as when he rolled over for the first time, it was that momentous. 

No snipping needed.  But now comes teaching him to keep it in his mouth 99% of the time….. I’m starting to understand why our pediatrician told us not to encourage this kind of behavior……


With the weather finally warming up, comes all that goes with the sun — shorts, sunscreen, tank tops, and sandals.

Donovan is in love with his sandals.

He asks to wear them all the time. First thing in the morning while still in his footed pjs, he will bring them over to us, we will take his feet out of his pjs and put them in his sandals. He is perfectly happy putzing around the house in his pajamas and sandals. Just a onsie on? Sandals. Tank top and diaper? Sandals.

It is so cute.

The winter is over and it’s time to go out and play!  With the warmer weather, Donovan gets to be in one of his favorite places… the great outdoors!

Being a toddler can be tough.  Constantly trying to climb on things you’re not supposed to, squeezing into the smallest of spaces, and tripping and falling all the time. 

See his left eye and how it’s red and slightly puffy?  Result of toddler-hood.  Don’t worry Donovan, mommy and daddy will protect you and do our best to prevent the future spills, tumbles and falls that are sure to come, and take care of you the best way we know how. 

You are keeping us on our toes, that’s for sure!

This week was a big week for a very big boy.  Donovan graduated from the infant/baby room to the toddler room at his daycare.  What’s the difference between the baby room and the toddler room? Babies basically get to nap whenever they want, drink milk from a bottle, and have a smaller play area (since they aren’t terribly mobile).  The big reason they felt Donovan was ready to graduate was because he was walking (practically running!) everywhere and eating solids really well.  He isn’t completely weaned, though we’re currently working on that, but he doesn’t use a bottle anymore.  All liquids are given to him from a sippie cup.  In his new classroom, he only gets to take one nap a day and it’s right after lunch. The first day this was a struggle for him because he stayed up really late the night before. They were struggling all morning trying to keep him awake.  They got him to eat a little lunch with his classmates, then he got up from the table, found his nap mat and passed out.  His teacher told me she didn’t have to point out his mat or even rub his back to get him to sleep. That’s how exhausted he was.  The other days this week he has adjusted really well.  I think he really likes the independence and he LOVES running around his new classroom trying to keep up with the other kiddos.  He is now the youngest, but he is holding his own and seems to fit in very well.

Only one incident: Biting.  You can imagine my surprise and tinge of embarassment when I got an email from the Director that said this:

I wanted you to be aware that Donovan started biting friends this morning (just a little bit before lunch).  We have never seen this from him before, so I didn’t know if perhaps he was teething or something like that.  We have some teethers we use, and if you have any suggestions for us of things you have noticed him doing or if you’ve even seen this at home and what you have done we’d love to know.  It may just have been a one-day experiment for him, but we used the language of “No biting.  Biting is not ok” and helped him find something else to do.  Since it was close to lunch time, and perhaps he was just very hungry, I didn’t know if you had any suggestions for us of ways to help him make it until lunch was ready if it is a hunger thing.

Oh no! Not my sweet, little man!!!  I was not only surprised this happened, but a little embarassed too.  Being a parent, we always worried Donovan would be the one getting bit, not even considering that he might be the one to actually bite another kid.  He’s rarely done it at home and never to another kid.   Maybe he was just seeing what would happen if he bit one kid AND THEN ANOTHER? Maybe he was acting in self-defense (this theory I doubt since one of the bites was on the kid’s back)?  Maybe he was hungry? Overwhelmed? Who knows.  I just hope it doesn’t happen again.  We don’t want him to get suspended (do they do this at daycare?) because I know he really loves it there.  And so do we.

Donovan, please keep your hands– and teeth–to yourself.

12 months old vs. 4 months old.

Wow.  Time sure flies!  And look how different yet similar he looks!  He loves swinging!

Ok, a health update.  Donovan is much better–back to normal, even–after our bout with Sick-Fest 2011.  Poor guy.  But all is well now in the Wilson household.  Back to walking around the house, acting slightly crazy, and Donovan discovering he has a tongue.  He now likes to stick it out and in of his mouth and cracks up when we do the same to him.  Why is this a big deal and why hasn’t he done this before?  He was born tongue-tied, ie: the frenulum (the thing that holds your tongue down) is closer to the front than it should be, not allowing him to really stick his tongue out very far.  Anyway, he enjoys sticking it out and we smile and encourage him, even though the doctor says we shouldn’t!  Video of this will be coming soon.

I was going to do a whole post about swinging, but something weird is happening when I upload photos, so that will need to get saved for another day.  Next post coming soon!  Have a fantastic weekend!

A snapshot of our Sunday

Poor Donovan woke up Sunday morning not feeling well, followed by many sessions of throwing up. Monday and Tuesday were full of changing poopy diapers.  I stayed home with him yesterday to nurse him (literally!) back to health.  Side note:  We’ve been pretty good with trying to wean him, but after these last few days, I’m afraid we’re going to have to start back at square one—fingers crossed we don’t because I’m sooo ready to be done nursing and pumping.  Anyway, the doctor said he probably picked up a stomach virus that’s been going around and it will just need to run its course and to try to keep him hydrated.  His diarrhea could last a week.  A WEEK?!?!   Geez. 

My poor little man.

For the “Yum” portion of the post today:

Wednesday evening I got the hankerin’ for some bakin’.  Snickerdoodle cookies?  No.

Snickerdoodle MUFFINS!!!!!  I found this recipe a couple weeks ago and have been wanting to make them ever since.  I love me some snickerdoodle cookies, so I was instantly drawn to this recipe.  Wednesday night, after Donovan was asleep and Grant left to play in his rec. basketball league, I had a sudden burst of energy and decided to get in the kitchen, hunt down my print-out (that I misplaced), and bake.  And oooooh are they good! (note: I didn’t have enough cinnamon, so mine aren’t as brown as hers, but they still turned out delicious!)  And easy to make.  They are so versitile. The muffin identity makes it good for breakfast (an excellent pairing with a couple eggs and a cup o’ joe), and the snickerdoodle/cookie identity makes it a nice little dessert.  Me?  I had a couple at breakfast and one for dessert in the same day. 

Feel free to do the same after you make them. 

In fact, I bet money you’ll find it hard not to.

On to the “Ouch” factor.  Yesterday, I was on my way to work.  I was gathering my purse, putting on my coat when my phone rang.  It was Grant, who proceeded to tell me how drop-off at daycare went.  The conversation sounded something like this:

Grant: So after I put Donovan in the play area, he started practically running towards the bookcase and he tripped over himself and fell.

Me: Is he ok?

Grant: He hit his head on the shelf that has all the toys on it.  He was going at full speed and he hit right above his eye.

Me: Is he OK?!?

Grant: Ya, I yelled out, “Oh S**t!” and hopped the barrier to pick him up.  They grabbed some ice and put it on his head, which has a bump on it already.  He was pretty upset for a while, so I stayed until he was calmed down.  He was playing and smiling when I left. 

A traumatizing way to start the morning yesterday, that’s for sure!  I called a few hrs later to check on Donovan and they said he was playing, laughing, ate all of his morning snack and was napping.  When I picked him up after work, I expected to see a huge knot on his forehead, but there was nothing.  I had to have his teacher tell me again where he hit.  Phew.  I can only imagine how scary it must have been to see our little man face-plant into a wooden shelf at full speed and not have any control or ability to get to him before he hit.  And the other scary thing is: This won’t be the only time this will happen, I’m sure.  He’s walking now, thinking he can run, and not having the best balance yet only equals to many falls, bumps and bruises in his future.  Of course, we’ll do our best to protect him and keep him safe, catching him when he falls (if we can), but I also know this is all part of growing up.

And grown up he is.  Sort of.

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