Sunday, January 27, 2008

Potty Training Woes

Gigi is almost three now, so it's potty training time. I was not looking forward to this task. Not one bit. In fact, it was the one job of early parenthood that I actually dreaded. It just sounded so messy, so, well, to use a preschooler's term, yucky.

In short, I was right.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Mama, Remember Lesterday When...?

Everything in the past is "lesterday" to Gigi. And it's amazing how long her memory is, so it's confusing when she begins the sentence this way, triggering only your short-term memory, and then goes on to reference something from many months ago, even over a year ago now. But that's the mind of an almost-preschooler: the past is yesterday, the future is tomorrow, and what matters most is NOW. You say, "Should we go to the park later?" and her immediate response is, "Now?" and you explain "No, later, in a little while." Which to her is "tomorrow" and way too far away. But she's beginning to understand the subtlety, as long as we can ground it in something having stability and regularity, like breakfast, school, lunch, dinner, bathtime, jammie time, storytime, bedtime.

Today I ventured to teach her more about "lesterday," telling her she could say "remember that time when..." instead. She usually picks things up immediately, so we'll see if she comes out with it later today.

She's also really into trying to say things correctly. Recently, it was the word "blue." She said it the old way first, "boo," and when I said blue (not trying to correct her at all, just asking if I'd understood her), she then corrected herself, slowly enunciating "bllllue" and beaming with pride (as I did I!). Now she periodically goes around the house saying "bllllue," and is adding new pronunciations every week. It's bittersweet for me, as always. We mamas are so thrilled when our little ones learn each new thing, yet we are also sad to bid adieu to yet one more part of our babies and then toddlers. Fortunately this one-way journey keeps getting better, so the loss is quickly healed as we come to know more about this little person we love more than anything in life.

Thursday, January 3, 2008

Let's Get it Started in Here...

That's right baby... Obama won Iowa tonight! I had been a bit torn for awhile, probably like many women my age, wanting to support Hilary because she's our first truly viable woman candidate, but drawn to Obama because he seems to represent our best chance for real change. Lately I've really been leaning toward Obama, so I found myself cheering for him tonight and really pleased by the outcome.

It's also the start of a new year, and I feel good about it. Today my little one went back to nursery school, a welcome change after the craziness of the holidays. She had a good day, and I was taken aback by the intensity of missing her, which only hit me the moment I picked her up from school.

She's in another mommy-mommy-mommy phase right now, which is always flattering but also difficult because her need for me is constant. I know it will pass, and that soon she'll be independent again, but for the moment she's glued to me. Maybe it was the holidays, with the loss of normal routines, the excitement of Santa, the fun of family visiting... all of which she enjoyed but at the same time, it must have turned her world upside down a bit.

As for me, I feel like I had no rest whatsoever, in spite of my hopes and plans for the break. I have a week left, but there's far too much to do to prepare for the new semester, so my ideas of relaxation, fun, and organization of the house are falling by the wayside. I thought I might catch up all the movies and t.v. shows saved on my DVR, but that hasn't happened. I wanted to organize my home office, but I would need at least two days for that project. I'll have to settle for a little of this and a bit of that. Where did all of those hours go that I once had to rest, to read, to watch movies, to organize an entire closet? But that was during graduate school, in subsidized graduate housing, humble and without air conditioning, but also without utility bills, and before motherhood.

I wouldn't go back though. I had so much time, so much freedom, but I didn 't have my little love, my "Gigi." And she is everything. As I write, she is sleeping, and I miss her. It is quiet, and I can write in peace, but I miss her.