This morning I told Aden we were going to eat waffles. This was his reply:
Here are the lyrics: "Waaafffles. Waaaafffles. Everybody Waaaafffles." Because you know, everybody DOES waffle...? It sounds a lot like the Clean up song. And "Everybody" comes out "yeah buddy". I'm not sure how he came up with it but you can bet that "everybody waffles" is going to be a 2011 Hit Song.
Also, Aden had to have the amount of football he watches restricted. He does a three point stance, wait until the quarterback hikes the ball, runs a lap, and then tackles whoever is on the floor. He did it for the entire 2nd half of the OSU game. Mommy and Papa were exhausted. So now everytime football is on he just gets way too worked up to handle. Imagine Dick Butkus as a toddler.. with red hair. Run far, far away.
Oh and mom fail of the day: Finding orange play doh lodged up into your son's nose. Play doh had to be put away due to eating it, regurgitating it, inhaling it, and stuffing it up the nose. It was a long day.
I'm going to write about something that I tend to steer clear of on my blog. My relationships.
Since Aden, I have become very protective of my feelings. I don't let many people in, not in fear of me being hurt, but in fear of my son SEEING me be hurt. I was adamant on not letting guys meet my son, why should they? If you aren't going to stick around why should I let you meet what is most important to me? Not many of them expressed an interest anyways. Over time I have become pretty hardened to the idea of love and happily ever after. You see so many people get divorced, break up, and get hurt and I realized I just didn't ever want to feel like that. Don't have feelings; don't get hurt. It worked well.
But then you meet that one person who is so persistent in breaking that wall down. Not because they care. Not because they want to be with you. Just because they can. They know what to say and how to act in every situation to manipulate you into taking that wall down.
And then they crush you.
That feeling I never wanted to feel? I felt it. That fear my son seeing me get hurt? It happened.
So much in my life is unstable right now. My school schedule, Aden's schedule, working.. I'm always frantically rushing around it seems. My schedule is tough. For once it was nice to have something stable. Someone I could talk to, someone who was supportive, someone who was on my side.
The whole situation is disgusting to me. The fact that I could get so worked up over someone is disappointing and embarrassing. The fact that I still can't listen to any song on the radio or drive anywhere without something crossing my mind and me asking myself over and over, "why did I do this to myself? Why did I do this to my son?.. is pitiful. "mora til den sterke" (mother of the strong)... is a lie. How can I teach someone to be strong when I can't even be strong myself?
I feel guilty. I feel guilty that Aden was the one comforting me. I feel guilty that I made him sleep with me 6 nights in a row. I feel guilty that Aden was the one to see me cry. I feel guilty that Aden offered me "shuey" (his most prized possession) day in and day out just to comfort me. I feel guilty that I ever passed up 1 minute of my time to spend with Aden to spend it with someone else.
I wish that I could blame this on someone else. I wish that this was someone else's fault. But doing that would only show weakness and immaturity, two traits which I never wish to possess.
It's times like these when I wish I was optimistic instead of realistic.
"Only Trust Thyself, and Another Shall Not Betray Thee"- William Penn
Remember how hitting has become an issue with Aden? Well, we have been being more strict about hitting others and how it makes them feel and all, and I thought we were making progress. That is, until SOMEONE taught him how to "drum" on his lap (aka hit his lap). Now when I see him hitting things he says "LOOK mom! I'm drumming". Newsflash AJ: People do not drum on mirrors. Or people. Or dogs. If I have to get this kid a drum set to teach him that we only drum on drums, I might go crazy. We have tried drumsticks before... not surprisingly, mom was the one who got all the battlewounds. Never argue with a toddler and a drumstick. Especially one who makes this face:
The other day, I asked Aden where shuey was. Aden smiled and pointed and said "In the chicken!" Well, here's the problem. We don't have a chicken. I asked him again and he again said "the chicken". He then ran and got shuey... in the kitchen. At least I can actually see how he got chicken out of kitchen. Unlike super clean and shuey..
Poor bubba is sick. This is the very first time (besides that time when he was 6 months old and I took him to the doctor and he had a sore throat. THAT was a big deal.) he has been sick. He just has snot everywhere. I always said I would never be that mom who had the gross crusty kid. Guess what? I have a gross crusty kid. Do you know how hard it is to teach someone to blow his nose? I mean, the kid just learned how to suck from a straw a few weeks ago. Sucking and blowing are really not strong points of his (get your mind out of the gutter, it's a child). Since he was sick, I took today off work and spoiled him rotten..Jeni's ice cream included. I don't get many days like that, so today was really special.
Today I don't know what AJ was doing but he was taking all of my underwear o
ut of the basket and saying "oh for god's sake".. which is also a quote he uses watching football (thank you grandpa for that one). I think he has a thing for underwear. I told him he could wear underwear if he used the potty and he runs over, makes me take his pants off, goes and shakes his little member over the potty and screams "ALL DONE!" then asks to put on my underwear. Okay dude, you love football and dirt as well as nailpolish and lacy under-roo's. Some may say that's odd but I just say you're well rounded. You wear those hipster boyshorts AJ!
After Aden told me he pooped his pants and I realized I forgot the wipes. This is not staged. He had control of the picture button.
And since I'm having another "why can't I be with Aden all the time" whiny day, here is a note to my boy:
Aden, I wish I could give you the world. I wish I could spend every single moment of every single day with you and teach you everything you need to know. I wish I could be wiser and make less mistakes for you. I wish you didn't have to learn things at the same time I do. I hope you never have to grow up as fast as I did. I hope you watch your mom and realize how hard it is for me to leave you and go to work or school. I love you, I miss you. It will get better.
Oh my gosh. It has been almost two months since I have posted- possibly the longest I've ever gone without updating this. Summer quarter was probably the most hectic quarter I have had so far (well, until now) and along with my job I just found myself too lazy/tired to write anything.
Aden started daycare about a month ago. Reason:
Monday- usually I work 7-2, then class at 5.
Tuesday- internship 8-4, class at 7-9
Wednesday- internship 8-4, class 7-9
Thursday- DAY OFF (though last week I had to go into my internship)
Friday- usually I work a split shift, 7-2, 3-7
Saturday- work 7-2, and if I work treatments, 5-7
Sunday- if i work treatments, 8-10am then back at 4-7.
Thankfully, he loves it. Ryan has a pretty good schedule so luckily Aden never has to stay at daycare more than 5-6 hours. One day I picked Aden up from daycare and he was sitting in the middle of the floor with a book reading and his friends were sitting all around him listening. And somehow he has worked his magic so his teachers pick him up and snuggle him when I drop him off. Though he loves it, he sure isn't a morning person. I generally have to wake him up at about 6:00am and he usually always says "no wake up mommy. no wake up" making me feel like the worst mom in the world.
Aden is hilarious now, he is a non stop talker and he has a fantastic sense of humor. The only thing I can complain about is that he is exactly like his dad. (no offense Ry) Apparently Ryan had an ungodly amount of energy when he was little and has now passed that trait onto his red-haired son. And Aden's temper...well that one is my fault... but oh my goodness he is all about temper tantrums right now. Hitting, kicking, screaming. Everything. I can't tell you how many times he has smacked me right across my face. Who would have known being bitch slapped by a two year old could hurt so bad. Those sausage fingers do NOT play around.
He also has a dangerous obsession with blocks. It is the ONLY thing he will do. Do you know what it's like to have to build with mega blocks ALL DAY every day? The problem is, you start out making these nice, elaborate towers. Aden walks away after a little bit but you get so into it that you just keep building. Then out of nowhere, Aden karate kicks the tower (onto you) and knocks it down and you get SO mad that he just ruined your perfect tower. After awhile you start stacking 5 or 6 blocks and call it a house. If you somehow manage to complete a house, you're forced to have a "birthday party" with the numerous little people. Basically Aden's
version of a birthday party is stuffing as many little people into a house as possible and then singing "happy birthday to you" (poorly) and then knocking the house down. I dont know what kind of birthday parties he has been going to, but that sounds like a straight up terrible time.
AJ has also successfully(?) transferred into a big boy bed. He goes to bed fairly easily but most nights wakes up at 3 or 4 and comes into my bed and starts poking. I honestly cannot stand him sleeping with me, a. because his little tiny body gives off the most heat that any body has ever given off. and b. because he sleeps horizontal in my bed. Actually last night, he tried something new and climbed on top of me to try and fall asleep. Literally, climbed onto my back and fell asleep. I'm not sure if he is trying to snuggle or claim my bed as his own but either way, it was not working out. Then he made me take his jammies off. And that's when I decided that sleeping nakey in my bed was not gonna fly. Luckily we got one of those torture devices that
you put on the door so AJ can't get out of his room. Whoever invented those needs a big pat on the back. If Aden needs me, he knocks (okay, throws himself into) the door and I come get him. It totally works.
Aden's not potty trained, not close to it, not interested, and just not ready. He is really into bodily functions right now. He came home from Ryan's the other day and goes "Daddy, big poop. BIG poop"... I don't know what those boys do all day, all I know is that I don't want to be involved. He doesn't even hide the fact that he is pooping anymore. He stands in the room and makes eye contact with you like, "yeah. i'm pooping in the living room. deal with it". Someday, I will get him to sit on the potty. Someday.
AJ also has a hat fetish. He likes birthday party hats, woody hats, anything. Yesterday he put on a tiara and a necklace (leftover from me from last halloween) and came up to me and goes "I'm a princess. Where's my earrings?"... Well then. Talk about things you wouldn't think you'd hear from your two year old son... And dont think I didn't give him the earrings. I did. And the ring. And he looked fancy. Sometimes, he asks me to put nail polish on his fingers. And guess what? I do. It's not that I want a girl or anything creepy like that. Aden is exploring different things and finding out who he is. Why should I tell him he can't do something because it's "girly"? The kid wears a necklace. So what? Guess how many guys I know that wear necklaces? A LOT. Granted, they aren't pink pearls, but whatever. Aden works it.
He can identify his shapes, colors, almost every letter in the alphabet and is prettttty good at counting (four and six are often left out). At the grocery store, the cashier asked if Aden could say his ABC's. Aden replied yes. She asked if he would say them for her and Aden replied "A. B. C!" way to be a smart ass Aden.
I mentioned my internship earlier, well let me explain. I am an intern at Nationwide Children's Hospital Research Facility. Primates, mice, rats, frogs, fish, chinchillas... all things that I work with. They have 15,000 mice.. talk about not being afraid of those things anymore. Basically i'm not going into it too much because it's pretty controversial. Testing vaccines and whatnot. It is super interesting and I can't wait to watch some surgeries and stuff. To be honest, the hardest part is walking through the hospital and having to see all the sick kids. It makes me feel unbelievably guilty that I have a perfectly healthy son.
Anyways, everything is going pretty well, besides the fact that we are unbelievably busy. Only a few more quarters of this, then I am free!
It's that time again! The busy, depressing, lonely, middle-of-the-quarter time when I barely get to see my baby. I can't exactly complain (shocking, I know) because I love school, I love my job, and Aden is having the most fun hanging out with his dad. It would bug me less if he wasn't so dang cute all the time. You know what he says his name is? "Anen Tiger RAAAAARR!" One can only hope when going to his first job interview he introduces himself as just that. Roaring included.
Aden is freaking phenomenal at "sports". And yeah ,I'm going to be the mom that posts videos of things you really don't care about seeing my son doing. In my eyes it is my precious little redhead hitting a baseball better than any 2-3 year old around and winning at life. In your eyes its a kid hitting a ball on a tee.
I've gotten over the whole "hating people I know when I see them out because i think they are judging me" thing. It is way more fun to hear their comments about it. Sure, I get the "dang girlll I feel bad for you" or "where is Aden now?" (actually ma'am I left him sitting on the side of the road in a puppy costume. he's got a sippy cup of lemonade- he's good.) but for the most part, people are really understanding and positive. Who doesn't like hearing that their kid is cute? The one I get the most- probably from 90% of people I run into- is "It's great to see you out!" It's so sweet but it always makes me laugh. I swear I do things. I don't just sit around by myself weeping. If I don't have homework and Aden is at his dads, what else am I going to do? Girl has got to have homies.
Anyways, potty training is slowly making an appearance into our lives. I can now get him to sit on his potty pantsless. Does that count for anything? He really hates being wet/dirty but he does not freaking get the point that all of it belongs in the potty. Speaking of.... you know what ruins a day reallll quick? fecal matter on a bed. Diaper malfunctions are the worst kind of malfunction.
Aden is all into cleaning lately. He has always had a thing for the broom (who doesn't love a good broom?) but now it's the vacuum. Correction, now it's the "super clean!" Tell me how he got "super clean" out of vacuum. Please. He throws things at the super clean to try and get it to "come after" him. Poor super clean.
As for my job, I love it. I love the people, I love the environment, and I really love being able to tell disgusting stories. Who doesn't want to hear about an amputee cat or a dog with a gaping hole in its back? Now THAT is great dinner conversation material.
Aden is getting awesome at his alphabet and learning letters. Evidence:
And here is a video I took one morning for Kayla. Apparently her dogs name are "woof woof woof", "Bento", "Rinnie", and "Yado".... I'll let her know. She's been calling them the wrong names for years.
AJ also has a new bff. Rufus. Aka Roofies or Rupert. Get the two together and it's like dumb and dumber. Aden spent 30 minutes chasing big ol' bulldog rufus around with mike the lawnmower. You know that clip from south park with paris hilton's dogs that all killed themselves? I have a feeling Aden might have a book like that someday.
p.s.- You ever heard a 2 year old say "mongoose"? Try it. You'll like it.
I've said it 500 times and i'll say it again. We like books. Aden will sit there for half the day and flip through pages of his books. Today I took some books that used to be mine and put them in Aden's room.
First of all let me tell you, all that was in there were books about how the body works, solar systems, and a bunch of world atlas books. Add that in with my rock collection, microscope, and this school picture...
... and you would have thought I grew up to be some kind of socially awkward genius.
Look at me now, mom and dad!
Yesterday was family swim day. Ronnie (see previous post if you don't know who that is) invited us over for a swim and luckily both Ryan and I were able to go and take Aden. I don't think I have ever seen a kid more in love with his dad. I knew they were going to be a lot a like but I didn't realize they were going to be the exact same person. We took turns catching Aden in the pool and bronzing (ryan wear's tanning oil, just to let everyone know).
We tried to take some family videos of Aden jumping from the couch onto my back but alas, Aden pulled my dress up and even though I was wearing bathing suit bottoms, it's still probably not classy to put it on my blog. Because you know, everything I do is classy.
