I started the week with a very lovely 24 hours, made even more so because I was expecting it to be hard. Monday M had to go out of town overnight for work (thankfully this happens rarely—before we had kids he was gone twice a month). This unfortunately interfered with my plan of having him come with me to the kids combined 2 month/2 year well child exam and I took them alone. As ever, Mars was sweet and happy and mostly slept. Max was freaked out by the whole thing, even though our doctor is the sweetest person ever and has small kids of her own. He alternated playing with the toys in her office and huddling on my lap with his face buried in my chest (which was actually rather endearing). I figured he would not want to sit on the baby scale and spent quite awhile demonstrating the adult scale, how we stand on it and move the squares around to find our weight, even got our combined weights but he wouldn’t let me put him down to weigh just me even. Finally out of the blue he pointed to the baby scale and wanted to “sit on yis!” so I got his weight after all. He hated being measured for length, as he always does, and though he consented to having his eyes and ears looked into while I held him the mouth was not going to happen (and we are supposed to take him to a dentist soon. Riiiiight). In the end, neither of them got a vaccination, though I thought they both would, because the office had just switched to digital records and she couldn’t find Max’s vaccine record to know what he needed. Mars is due for the first tdap but that was the one vaccine where Max had a reaction and screamed all night and I was picturing trying to get Max to bed on my own with a screaming baby and ultimately decided to wait. So I made a vaccine only appointment for them both for a couple weeks from now. That should be fun. Both boys are in the 75% for height, Mars 75% for weight and Max 70%. And both have giant 80% heads. Mars is a little shorter and a bit heavier than Max was at two months, the latter likely because Max was constantly mad and kicking and thrashing around so he burned a lot of calories, whereas Mars mainly sleeps and smiles for 21 hours a day.
M usually puts Max to bed, or at least does most of the wind down routine. I was very nervous about getting him to bed alone because that’s around the time of day that Mars gets all keyed up. I was really tired and decided to try getting him to bed a little early too. I told Max it was time to go upstairs and read a book. Not only did he go willingly (rare these days) which was shocking, but then he really surprised me; I asked him if Mars should stay down or come up with us. He originally said Mars should stay downstairs, and I was picturing a lightening fast book read with a crying baby in the background. When we got to the top of the stairs Max turned around and looked down at his brother and said “go get Mars!” So I parked him at the top of the stairs and turned back around to get the baby. Then he consented to sit in my lap with baby while we read a book (though he kept telling baby not to kick the book). Since he never wants to share my lap with his brother, had never called him by name without prompting (i.e. “say good night Mars”) it was the most shocking and adorable exchange ever. Then he went to bed without complaint. I texted the story to M and his response was “WHAT?!!! WOW!!!!”
On Tuesday we all got up and Max wanted to read a book first thing. In his book a bear was eating cereal for breakfast (actually technically the bear was eating just about every breakfast food you can possibly imagine—presumably he was getting ready to hibernate?) and Max insisted he wanted cereal too. I used to make hot cereal for Max on days I left really early for work because it keeps better than eggs, but I almost never make it now because it doesn’t really agree with me . Not only did he have a giant bowl of oatmeal with bananas for breakfast but he insisted on it for lunch too.
Smiley baby loves Nordstrom too
My in-laws came around 9 to play with Max and Mars and I left for a follow up midwife appointment. After my appointment we went to the mall which is nearby the office and I fed and changed Mars (yay for Nordstrom’s fancy bathrooms!), I had a fancy salad for lunch (also at Nordstrom) and then wandered around and bought myself a few clothes (NOT at Nordstrom) on extreme January clearance because I am terribly sick of wearing maternity clothes, especially pants which keep falling off every time I bend down, but none of my pre-pregnancy stuff fits yet. We came home just as Max was waking up from his nap, and M returned from his trip not long after, so they all went to the park and I got a shower, put some laundry away and started on some dishes. Perhaps not a spa vacation, but it was a lovely and much needed break.
Unfortunately all that loveliness was tempered by this afternoon, wherein Max had tantrum after tantrum. I don’t think I have ever seen him such a wreck– it wasn’t even that he wasn’t getting what he wanted, it was more that he didn’t seem to know what he wanted. All done eating, no don’t take the tray, mom hold Max, no don’t take me out of my chair, read me this book, no don’t read it, boots on boots off, baby go away, Mom hold Max, Mom hold Max, Mom hold Max etc all afternoon until I reached the very end of my patience right before M came in the door.
In between tantrums, we had some adventures:
Post bath, insisted on wearing his boots.
Helping make almond flour biscuits, which for some reason he insists on calling “pancakes”
Tomorrow my headstrong little boy turns two– I hope today was an anomaly and not the new normal for two because I’m not sure I can take that level of crazy every day.