Maybe it’s raining. Maybe it’s snowing. Maybe dad doesn’t get home until late. I sit on the couch, turn on the television and leave my kids to amuse themselves because I’m bored. Wait, what? Even if I wanted to I doubt my 3-year-old would even let me. No, no. You can usually find me child eye level on the floor playing away! My energy and persistence rivals a childs. But when we’re stuck in the house all day and I can’t bring myself to watch another cartoon, read another book, build another block or play another hockey game I turn to these activities for some help!
8. Take a bath. Everybody wins when you have fun getting clean!
7. Puzzles Or Crafts. We do these a lot but it never fails to be amusing and time just flies by.
6. Bake. Scooping, dumping, stirring, clumping, sampling! Helping to create something you can then shove in your mouth? Always fun. (Especially when you don’t burn it.)
5. Make Up Songs. My son always surprises me with his musical ability. The Timeout Song was a huge hit. He maybe a lyrical genius.
4. Dance. Because come on! Who doesn’t love to crank their favorite song and let loose?! No one. That’s who.
3. Pitch A Tent. All I do is pitch it & let the magic of imagination unfold! Elevator tent is very popular in our house.
2. Obstacle Course. Just set up anything (things to jump over/run under are always great) and count! Endless fun.
1. Make Each Other Laugh. The funnest thing of all. Getting silly!
What are your favorite rainy/snow day activities?
Go have fun!
5:45AM the three year old wanders into our bedroom, not an unusual happening. He climbs into our bed, asking for mommy which, for daddys little man, is actually pretty unusual now. I try to cuddle into him but the whining and flailing kid just won’t go back to sleep. I rock him as good as I can lying down but that just won’t do either. Under his breath I hear him ask a question I haven’t heard in months. “Can I have noms?”, he says. It seems so out of the blue! It’s been at least 6 months since he’s nursed. My thoughts yesterday suddenly don’t seem so silly. All signs point to yes! He misses being a baby.
We spent a good portion of the day yesterday playing “baby”. His comfort object, a white and green stuffed dog, who we simply call puppy, was the center of most of the fun. He swaddled pup, fed him, burped him, “shh”ed him and took him upstairs to rock him to sleep. I followed shortly after to find him in the glider singing the words “Baby Beluga” over and over to his baby! Just like mommy & daddy used to do to him. I thought this had been long forgotten. It was one of those special moments that you wish you could have caught on camera. I tried to coax him into singing it again, camera ready, but the baby was asleep and ready for the crib. After pup was all tucked in, he asked “Can I be baby?” so into the crib he went.
We had played baby many times before, only come bedtime when he asked me to rock him and sing him Baby Beluga did I think may be this is something more. I was more than happy to give him extra snuggles and sing to him like many a nights when he was a little bub. I even felt a bit emotional about it all. I just wonder now that he is reverting back to wanting to nurse, if he’s missing the attachment or comfort. It makes me worry that I’m not providing him with something that he needs. Since he stopped breastfeeding, the quality cuddle time we used to get has gone down durasticly. But it never seemed to bother him even though it bothered me.
Maybe I’m reading too much into it. I’ve read about children wanting to revert back to sippy cups but never literally being a baby. I just don’t want to feel like this is because we’re depriving him of something he needs. I’m going to try to focus part of the day today on all the good things about being a big boy.
But if he wants to be a baby, I’ll let him.
Has your child ever reverted back to wanting to be a baby? How did you handle it?
I’m so excited to be joining UBP 12!
I’m Cassie! A stay-at-home mom to two boys – 3 years and 7 months. They definitly keep me on my toes. I breastfeed. Like most moms, i’ve got to have my coffee. I supplement that addiction with tea so i can sleep at night. Actually, i just tell myself that. I’ve always been a night hawk. If you want to read more about me you can click here!
Momity is fairly new and it’s really just something to do for ME in the wee hours of the night when I just want to sit and do nothing productive. I think I may be addicted.
This is the first event of it’s kind that i’ve ever been in on so I can’t wait to see where it takes me. It will be fun to go though the lists and view some blogs! I’m hopeful that i’ll find some I can relate to.
So, there we go!
Love, love, love!
So many times, especially with my first, I found myself thinking “Why didn’t anyone tell me?!”. I wish someone had let me in on all the strange and fantastic things that can go on during the crazy transition into parenting and even after. When I was pregnant I noticed I received countless knowing smiles from every mom I saw. Now I know why and give that same knowing smile to moms-to-be and moms too. It’s essentially involuntarily joining a secret club. Just like parenting, you really have no clue until you’re in it. There are some things that are not mentioned (at least not to me!) about the whole birthing, baby & becoming a parent thing. Maybe some are things you just won’t understand until you’re a parent. Maybe some people just forgot. Maybe some didn’t want to make you more nervous than you already were. We shouldn’t mask the good, the bad, or the ugly about child birth & raising. Smile that knowing smile or cringe along with me. This is what I wish I had known.
- Delivering the placenta is just as painful!
- They push in on your stomach after giving birth and hours later multiple time. I would take contractions, or even a stab in the eye, over this torture any day.
- You might get the shakes and/or your limbs can go numb before, during and after.
- Stitches hurt. Whether you had an episiotomy or just tore. Think razor blades & fire when you piddle.
- You probably heard about babies first poop but no one told you how much yours would hurt. Take the softeners.
- The pain doesn’t stop once baby is out. No, they don’t let you off that easy. You still get contractions for a while. Worse yet if you breastfeed.
- You will miss feeling baby in your belly.
- The leftover skin feels very strange. Like bread dough. I kneaded it a little, even pulled a Homer Simpson and flopped it about.
- Cone head looks weiiiird.
- There is no way to prep your nipples for breastfeeding. It can hurt but it WILL get better.
- Sex could be painful afterwards.
- I didn’t know that if you sneeze you just might pee your pants until after the fact. There is a reason for Kegels!
- Babies are born with crazy primal reflexes. If a baby feels like they are falling they will reach their hands out to grab. And I’m sorry but your newborn can’t really walk.
- The mom guilt is astounding. It’ll getcha.
- You will wake up to a crying, doo-doo covered crib & baby at least once.
- You will discover just how little sleep you can actually survive on.
- Make sure you have baby Tylenol, gripe water & gas drops handy, always. The day you don’t is the day you will need it.
- Most of the fears are groundless.
What are some of the things about birth, baby and becoming a parent that you didn’t expect or wish someone had told you?
We figured the dry itchy red patches were almost inevitable. I have psoriasis and hubs has mild eczema as well as my sister and two of his brothers. The boys didn’t stand a chance!
They reared their ugly heads almost right away with Raine. The Johnson’s baby wash and cream we came to love (for the smell, of course) only seemed to inflame it. Aside from the odd patch here and there, his eczema was mainly concentrated in the bends of his body. Arms, legs, neck. Until the winter after his first birthday. I had never seen it and with a boy that has naturally rosy cheeks, i think it was too late when we realized what was going on. Before we knew it, he had scratched his cheeks RAW. I had no clue what to do! I felt horrible for my poor boy. And to blame. We ran to the doctor who prescribed him a cortisone cream (I think it was about .2% but I can’t say for certain). After a few days of torturing our son with this cream, we noticed a yellowish puss coming from his cheeks! They had gotten infected. Back to the doctor for that banana flavored antibiotic which he actually enjoyed and another prescription.
I religiously read even pamphlet that comes with any medicine and I had never been more happy about this quirk of mine until I read the first few lines of the information sheet from the pharmacist. I threw the tube in the trash so quickly that I didn’t even catch the name nor did I care to. It wasn’t that the medication was not recommended for children under two, no, I understand in some circumstances the benefits out way the risks. It was the fact that the first paragraph was a warning that the medication had been known to cause skin cancer. SKIN CANCER! I was furious. Flabbergasted. Something else that begins with F. I have yet to take my son back there. Instead, on recommendation from my sisters friend whose child had been through the same kind of eczema cheek stress, we sauntered over to The Body Shop for a product called Hemp Balm. At this point, I would have rubbed straight cannabis leaves on his face if I knew it would heal his wittle cheekys. So with the infection gone, we gave the balm a shot. We put it on at night with some struggle and what a difference it made, even by morning! I began to think of it as miracle balm. All the creams we had tried before (Aveeno Baby Eczema Cream, Spectro, Cetaphil) started to sting his skin after awhile but not our miracle balm.
I’m happy to say that I believe he is actually growing out of it. I dread winter for the dry skin it brings but to my surprise only a scatter few patches plagued him this year. I thought we were in the clear. That notion ended a few days ago when I opened Lyrics sleeper to see my old nemesis staring back at me and then just like his brother spread to the chin, neck and (even though I begged not again) his chubby cheeks within days. I had noticed him scratching his chest and now assume itching has been what’s keeping my good sleeper up at night. I had a flashback of the horrible feeling of helplessness watching my baby scratch his face raw and not being able to cure the itch. I brought out the trusted miracle balm and am hoping for one!
Here’s to cream three times a day and shorter, lukewarm, nightly baths.
(I was once told that apple juice makes eczema worse. Is there any truth to this? Because little man loves his apple sauce.)