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February 3, 2004
Today is a beautiful day. I could live with winter forever if every day was like today. THe sun is shining brightly, and it is very mild with no wind. The temperature just below the freezing mark, the snow sparkling beautifully. I am truly an outdoors person, and I love every season and all types of weather, as long as it is not too extreme (too rainy, too windy, too hot even). But today is the perfect winter's day. Of course this meant that I was getting outdoors no matter what. Usually this involves quite a struggle with William to get him into his snowsuit and boots and hat and mittens (well actually he usually surrenders to getting dressed after the snowsuit is on). Today I simply mentioned that we would go outdoors and he could ride his little quad in the garage. These must have been magic words because he was instantly ready to get dressed...completly wihtout a struggle. It IS a beautiful day! I was also able to convince that what he really wanted was to go for a walk around the block in his sled. The snow removal crews have finally widened the roads revealing our long lost sidewalks, so my fears of sharing the road with the cars was put aside. We walked around our whole block and he was so content. I told him we were going to look for crows. It seems those little "bribes" seem to work so well. WHy is it that I forget to use them half the time and instead end up pleading with my head stron little 2 year old to get dressed, go for a walk, go for a nap, go to the mall, etc etc etc.
Watch what we say..
I think it is official that there is no word in the English language that William is unable to say, after hearing it first. FO course he still has some cute pronunciations of most words: he says meat-a-balls, ham-a-burg, per-fer-rict and he doens't have the s sound mastered at the beginnings of words, and his r's are a little weak, but he has turned into quite the chatterbox. Of course this also has it's repurcussions. We have to be totally careful of what we say (and do for that matter). The other day for instance, I dropped something on the floor, and he stamped his foot and said "damn it" over and over. (DO I really stamp my foot?) And he has taken to saying hoochie mamma like it's a song or something. I'm still puzzled as to where he could have heard that word, it's not one that's used here. But the funniest, and I feel bad saying this, is when we were at my mother's house this past weekend. We were all sitting to the table having our lunch and William starts saying f***. Over and over and over. THen he starts saying f*** uncle John, over and over and over. ALthough it was the wrong reaction, all we could do was try and at least control our laughter. It was just so out of the blue that we couldn;t help it. My biggest thought of course at that time was who said it for William to hear. We all let it slip from time to time I suppose, but I didn't think he had picked up on it. After dinner however, my worries were put to rest. I asked William while I had him alone what a f*** was, and he went tot he drawer and pulled out a fork. With his weak r's it sounded like the bad word, bu he was simply trying to ask us to get him a fork so he could eat his dinner. Poor child.
His other bad habit picked up entirely from his father, is that now when he takes something from somebody he will say "Yank". Will often will say yoink as a joke when he is taking things from other people and especially William, so it was no wonder that he would evenutally start to say this as well. However I was quite enjoying his mannerly expression of thank you.
Williams First skate
We decided on Sunday to take William to the skating rink for family skate, to see how he could make out on a pair of skates. We had a little pair given to us that belonged to one of Will's cousins. They were a little big but fit well, so we figured it was time. Before we left for the stadium, we tried on the skates to be sure they did fit. He was very excited to try them on, and wanted to stand up on them. Then he looked down at his feet and proclaimed, "not skating". He thought you could skate on any surface I suppose. When we arrived at the stadium and took our seat up in the stands to lace up, William took one look down below at all the people skating and he just beamed. He was soo excited to be there it was worth it jsut to see his face light up. His first attempt to stand on the ice (we were holding him the whole time) was hilarious. He could'nt get his little feet to stop moving. By the end of our time there though, he had much better control over his feet and legs, we were almost ready to let him go on his own. Almost. Most of the time was spent puskinghim around on a little chair. He loved this ride, and he also got a kick out of seeing mommy and daddy skate. He even wanted us to leave him in the stands while we went out on the ice. Of course we didn't.
My Progress
I guess it's been almost two weeks now since I decided to take charge of the increasing number on the scale. I think I have lost about 4 lbs so far. I have been cutting out everything with trans fats (we have bought natural peanut butter and everything). I have also been drinking at least 2 l of water a day, and trying to reduce the amount of food I eat for meals. Oh and if I do snack at night, it's an apple or another fruit Instead of the usual nachos, or chips etc. My cholesterol was at an all time high last week, 7.1 so I am determined to lower this so I don't have to take medication. This week I have been a little more careless again, and the scales are going back up slightly, so I really have to get serious and crack down. I know I can do it!
I was going to write an entire entry on the not so terrible twos, however, this never came to be (for one I forgot half of waht I wanted to say. And it was blurred by the fact that hey have been a little terrible lately. Well not so bad, but William has been giving me a terrible time at nap time lately. He absolutley refuses to nap. He either puts up a fight, or will lie in the bed and just not go to sleep. The days he does give in to sleepiness, he then stays up until at least 9 pm. So I am struggling with the idea of giving up naptime altogether. The problem is I am not sure if I am ready. I do have to say though, that these past few weeks of very little employment have been the best. I love listening to William's conversations, both to me and to himself. I love it when I am cooking, or cleaning and he comes over with the appropriate tools and says, "me help you?", I love listening to him sing "jingle bells, itsy bitsy spider, cruncy muncy honey cakes, di dicki di dum, rum pa pumpum, and yo ho ho. It is also too precious when he proclaims, "I'm sad" or asks, "mommy grumpy". No, two really isn't so bad after all.
Dawn
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