Tuesday, September 1, 2009

What a 3 year old says...

...to help you get through labor contractions.

Okay, first off, I am one of those strange women whose bodies will decide to labor for a day or two, then stop for no apparent reason.  It is like my particular genes dictate Olympic style practice sessions rather than the mild "false labor."  Today was a practice day, and courtesy of an inside infant who has wedged down into my pelvic cavity and refused to surface, a painful practice day. 

Nyobi is oblivious to most of this goings on.  For her, Mom is just extra crabby and needs more snuggles and pats on the cheek.  Of course, having a one year olds attention span, this means that five minutes later (if I'm lucky) and still ensconsed on Moms lap (if I'm not lucky)  it is time to squirm and move.  Having a 25 pound child dig into your contracting midsection in a moment of gleeful play is not very pleasant. 

Cora on the other hand was a very helpful child.  At lunch, as I leaned over the counter and wondered how women could go through child birth with back labor and no drugs, she looked over and asked me if I was having another "tack gun". 

"They are called contractions dear."  I said as this one passed, and I began to pull the french fries from the oven.  "And they make Mommy very uncomfortable, thats why she had to wait to get the fries out of the oven." 

"Mommy,"  the very wise child said.  "If they hurt you, then they will hurt Anya Lee (the inside babys potential name)."  There was a thoughtful pause.  "I know Mommy!  We will go to the Doctors, and then they will get Anya Lee out and then you will be okay, and we will have a baby!" 

There is another pause as she watches me take the non-vegitable half of lunch off of the cooking stone.  "After we eat our french fries."  She says. 

"Thats a great Idea"  I said.  "Unfortunately, Anya Lee gets to decide when she will come out or not, and not you nor Mommy nor the Doctor can really do much to change her mind.  It might not be that she wants to come out today.  We have to wait and see." 

"Oh."  The slightly deflated child stared at her plate, and began to dip stuff in ranch dressing.  "But I want to go to Nanis and play Barbies..." 

Nice to know that there are already ulterior motives in a 3 year olds mind.  On the other hand, at least she is concerned for mine and her soon to be new sisters comfort.  Either that or she just hates dealing with the crabby Mom of bad early labor days.

Monday, August 31, 2009

Slow Mind

In our morning sit down time, Nyobi decided she wanted to be naked.  She took off her pants, then got stuck in her shirt, requiring me to rescue her.  I let her run off with only her diaper on.  Some days she likes that. 

Today the diaper was too much.  She quickly stripped it off and plunked herself down, facing me under the TV.  As I slowly began putting my crochet stuff back in the bag and getting out of the comphy chair, I watched her reach down and touch the carpet between her legs. 

"Oh no you didn't!"  I said, it suddenly dawning on me why she decided that she HAD to be naked.  Sure enough, under where her butt was on the carpet is a little puddle.  The diaper I scooped up with the unclothed child was dry though. 

My slow mind should have realized that this wasn't your every day baby strip.  Well at least we can start potty training early if this behavior keeps up. 

PS:  I need to clean the carpet in the living room and install those fake wood floors.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Blue Jean Buy In.

Anyone who has witnessed the clothing consciousness of Cora can tell that she genuinely CARES about what she is wearing.  Actually she cares about what anyone is wearing or smells like, and will kindly and ungraciously inform perfect strangers about appearance flaws and odor issues.  Leave it to a child to make one feel like crawling under a table in embarrassment.

Aside from all her peculiarities, she does NOT, or rather did not like anything made of thick, un knit material.  Blue jeans, denim, and corduroys never stayed on her body for long periods of time.  She was more apt to wear only my bra and run around the house than the groovy purple owl pants.  She liked the owl pants.  She just wanted to look at them, though, not wear them.  After one winter of continuous refusal, I consigned these garments to the "next child" box, and chucked them down stairs to the storage room.

Well the "next child"  is currently trying to set growth records, which will be immediately broken by her new cousin.  Nyobi (almost 15 months) is currently in a size 2T.  Her diaper butt could almost use a 3T, but her stubby legs are still in an 18 months size.  The chest filled with blue jeans and purple owl pants resurfaced this weekend.  With the help of both children we dug through the chest and refilled Nyobis drawers with her new stylish wardrobe.

Amongst the discarded jeans, Cora discovered a pair of extra large jeans a girlfriend kindly gave me, whose boy fit the Nyobi growth pattern.  These particular pants were a 4T that was tight in the waist.  Cora pulled them out and asked, as she had with the last few pairs of knit pants "are these mine?"

"They could be yours if you like them."  I answered carefully, folding another pair of cute blue jeans for my other daughter.

"These are itchy though."  she says, staring at them.

"You don't know that unless you try them on."  I point out, trying hard to ignore my growing excitement.  Cora is an independent spirit.  She decides many things for herself, and I am best to point out logical choices and leave her to act. 

"Okay."  she says, then she proceeds to try them on immediately.  "Hey!  These are NOT itchy, and they have a zip just like Daddy!"  She says, sucking in her scrawny little gut to button them up.

Not only are they not itchy, but they are a lot tougher than knit leggings.  Its not time to run out and buy fifty two pairs of little girl jeans for Cora yet, but I think its safe to say she is over her aversion.  Two days running she has hung out in the new found wonders.  It helps that Daddy has jeans, though it did puzzle me why she associated zips with Daddy.  Then it occurred to me.  Cora's functioning memory of Mom includes two pregnancies and I have yet to try on maternity pants with a functioning zipper.

Oh and did I mention that Nyobi loves cordorois?  Cute purple owl pants here we come!