Last night I went out on a "Mommy date" with a friend who lives in our building. (Chick flick, appetizers, and no kids!) I left while Nicholas was still eating dinner so had to explain to Nicholas where I was going.
S: I'm going out with Leila's mommy. You know how sometimes you and I go on "Mommy and Nicholas dates." And every once in awhile Daddy and I go on "Mommy and Daddy dates." Well this is a "Mommy date."
N: I want to come! Can I come too?
J: Are you a mommy?
N: (dejected) No.
(pause)
N: When I grow up I'll be a mommy and then I can go.
Poor kid. He was crushed when we explained to him that he can never be a mommy. Being told that he could grow up to be a daddy was a slight consolation, but only slight. I don't know why, but I assumed he understood gender better than he apparently did.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Naps and Letters
Nicholas really needs to start napping again at school. His behavior at naptime has improved, but he still refuses to nap. I think he has napped twice in the past 4 weeks. At school, that is. At home he naps each weekend afternoon.
Now I know some kids start giving up naps by this age (he is almost 3, afterall), but Nicholas is not ready to give up naps. He is a complete MESS each evening when he doesn't nap. The weather is delightful but we hesitate to try to do anything fun in the evenings because he just can't handle it. Things as simple as eating dinner can lead to huge meltdowns and crocodile tears. Sleep, child!
In more exciting news from school, Nicholas has apparently learned to write the letters "H" and "O." He volunteered this fact at dinner tonight, so we pulled out a piece of paper and sure enough, he has a beautiful and precise upper-case H. Writing an "O" just means that he has realized that he can call a circle an "O." This means he is 1/4 of the way to writing his name. Pretty cool!
Now I know some kids start giving up naps by this age (he is almost 3, afterall), but Nicholas is not ready to give up naps. He is a complete MESS each evening when he doesn't nap. The weather is delightful but we hesitate to try to do anything fun in the evenings because he just can't handle it. Things as simple as eating dinner can lead to huge meltdowns and crocodile tears. Sleep, child!
In more exciting news from school, Nicholas has apparently learned to write the letters "H" and "O." He volunteered this fact at dinner tonight, so we pulled out a piece of paper and sure enough, he has a beautiful and precise upper-case H. Writing an "O" just means that he has realized that he can call a circle an "O." This means he is 1/4 of the way to writing his name. Pretty cool!
In Which Nicholas Comes Down with a Case of Consumeritis
We took Nicholas to Toys 'R Us this weekend.
Big mistake.
There was a purpose to the visit. We had waited a little while to open one of his big Christmas presents because he wasn't quite ready for it, but went ahead this weekend and broke open the box. Unfortunately, the toy was not nearly what it was advertised. Parts were broken (some pieces looked like they'd been chewed on); much of it looked dirty; the screws to hold in the battery cases for the electronic parts were stripped. Not good. [NB: the gift-giver has already been made aware of the problem, and what's more sad is that Nicholas like the idea of the toy.]
Sarah called Toys 'R Us, and it turns out that we could still return it, but since we were so close to the ninety-day window (yes, it's been that long since Christmas) we decided to go ahead and return it and use the money to replace it with similar items that he'd enjoy and that we'd trust. We took him to let him pick out said replacements.
As we entered the store, our wonderful little boy became possessed. "I want this!" "I want that!" "But Nicholas, you don't know what that is!"
His eyes bugged out and stayed that way until we left. He wanted everything. He wanted to get a Power Wheels car, though he was happy just to sit in it for a minute. He wanted train accessories. He wanted tools (which we were there to get). He wanted more things for his play kitchen (some of which we intended to buy, but not 500 pieces of plastic food). Neither of us had ever seen him like that before, and it was scary.
Moral of the story: Nicholas is welcome to go to Toys 'R Us again, just as soon as he has a driver's license and a real car.
Big mistake.
There was a purpose to the visit. We had waited a little while to open one of his big Christmas presents because he wasn't quite ready for it, but went ahead this weekend and broke open the box. Unfortunately, the toy was not nearly what it was advertised. Parts were broken (some pieces looked like they'd been chewed on); much of it looked dirty; the screws to hold in the battery cases for the electronic parts were stripped. Not good. [NB: the gift-giver has already been made aware of the problem, and what's more sad is that Nicholas like the idea of the toy.]
Sarah called Toys 'R Us, and it turns out that we could still return it, but since we were so close to the ninety-day window (yes, it's been that long since Christmas) we decided to go ahead and return it and use the money to replace it with similar items that he'd enjoy and that we'd trust. We took him to let him pick out said replacements.
As we entered the store, our wonderful little boy became possessed. "I want this!" "I want that!" "But Nicholas, you don't know what that is!"
His eyes bugged out and stayed that way until we left. He wanted everything. He wanted to get a Power Wheels car, though he was happy just to sit in it for a minute. He wanted train accessories. He wanted tools (which we were there to get). He wanted more things for his play kitchen (some of which we intended to buy, but not 500 pieces of plastic food). Neither of us had ever seen him like that before, and it was scary.
Moral of the story: Nicholas is welcome to go to Toys 'R Us again, just as soon as he has a driver's license and a real car.
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Gloucester
I am supervising a student who is doing an internship at a museum in Gloucester, so today the whole family took a road trip. They do "family fun days" with programming aimed at young children one Saturday a month, so Joe and Nicholas came along for my visit.
And a good time was had by all. The museum is much bigger and more exciting than it appeared on the website, and today's crafts were aimed exactly at Nicholas' level. So he did crafts (and crafts, and more crafts--I think he did each of the three options twice), I got a tour of the museum from my student, we all walked around the museum looking at cool boats, models of Gloucester at various points in time, and beautiful paintings of boats and ocean scenes. (And Nicholas learned to identify the American flag from the pictures.)
We then walked down to the water to look at the few boats that weren't covered for the winter, had a delightful lunch, and headed home. We have already resolved to go back in the summer, although we're brainstorming ways to get around the shortage of parking spaces that was apparent even on a snowy day in early March.
Since Nicholas fell asleep halfway home, we drove straight to the library, where we had to return a movie that was going to start accumulating dramatic fines beginning tomorrow. Our plan to drop it off and keep moving was thwarted when Nicholas woke up and saw where we were, but that meant we had an unplanned but enjoyable family trip to the library. I got a couple novels I am planning to use as bribery/rewards to convince myself to wake up each morning of Spring Break next week and grade papers. Joe read Nicholas a couple of the BIG books that require lying on the floor. All three of us played a Mickey Mouse Clubhouse letter matching game (because our library is awesome and has tons of cool games). Nicholas got some new Franklin books and a book about dinosaurs playing baseball.
We then did our grocery shopping on the way home, making the day just that much more productive.
All the activity and the short nap made for a very cranky and tired Nicholas, so the evening was not as fun, but he is now in bed, Joe is off running one last errand, and as soon as I write up my report of the museum visit for my student's internship file, I am off for the night.
I love these days!
And a good time was had by all. The museum is much bigger and more exciting than it appeared on the website, and today's crafts were aimed exactly at Nicholas' level. So he did crafts (and crafts, and more crafts--I think he did each of the three options twice), I got a tour of the museum from my student, we all walked around the museum looking at cool boats, models of Gloucester at various points in time, and beautiful paintings of boats and ocean scenes. (And Nicholas learned to identify the American flag from the pictures.)
We then walked down to the water to look at the few boats that weren't covered for the winter, had a delightful lunch, and headed home. We have already resolved to go back in the summer, although we're brainstorming ways to get around the shortage of parking spaces that was apparent even on a snowy day in early March.
Since Nicholas fell asleep halfway home, we drove straight to the library, where we had to return a movie that was going to start accumulating dramatic fines beginning tomorrow. Our plan to drop it off and keep moving was thwarted when Nicholas woke up and saw where we were, but that meant we had an unplanned but enjoyable family trip to the library. I got a couple novels I am planning to use as bribery/rewards to convince myself to wake up each morning of Spring Break next week and grade papers. Joe read Nicholas a couple of the BIG books that require lying on the floor. All three of us played a Mickey Mouse Clubhouse letter matching game (because our library is awesome and has tons of cool games). Nicholas got some new Franklin books and a book about dinosaurs playing baseball.
We then did our grocery shopping on the way home, making the day just that much more productive.
All the activity and the short nap made for a very cranky and tired Nicholas, so the evening was not as fun, but he is now in bed, Joe is off running one last errand, and as soon as I write up my report of the museum visit for my student's internship file, I am off for the night.
I love these days!
Friday, March 9, 2012
Gymnastics Excitement
Nicholas can't contain his excitement! When he woke up this morning there was a new drawing on his calendar.
What do you think Nicholas is doing on March 17th?
Yes, we signed Nicholas up for gymnastics class. Well, he is signed up for a free trial class for the last class of the winter session, with the expectation that he will then sign up for the 12-week class that begins the following Saturday.
Nicholas saw it and immediately exclaimed, "It's a balance beam! There are kids on a balance beam! I get to go on a balance beam!" And he has been talking about it ALL DAY, although he keeps forgetting that he has to wait over a week for it. He just can't wait.
So apparently we guessed correctly that this would be a hit with him. Now I just hope the classes themselves live up to his expectations. And that the woman was right in assuring me not to worry about signing up until after the trial class because there would be plenty of spots left. I was skeptical, but I didn't feel like driving over to fill out paperwork an extra time.
Now the real question is: which parent is going to do gymnastics class with Nicholas?
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What do you think Nicholas is doing on March 17th?
Yes, we signed Nicholas up for gymnastics class. Well, he is signed up for a free trial class for the last class of the winter session, with the expectation that he will then sign up for the 12-week class that begins the following Saturday.
Nicholas saw it and immediately exclaimed, "It's a balance beam! There are kids on a balance beam! I get to go on a balance beam!" And he has been talking about it ALL DAY, although he keeps forgetting that he has to wait over a week for it. He just can't wait.
So apparently we guessed correctly that this would be a hit with him. Now I just hope the classes themselves live up to his expectations. And that the woman was right in assuring me not to worry about signing up until after the trial class because there would be plenty of spots left. I was skeptical, but I didn't feel like driving over to fill out paperwork an extra time.
Now the real question is: which parent is going to do gymnastics class with Nicholas?
Monday, March 5, 2012
Friday, March 2, 2012
The Adventures of Ni-KOO-loos
One evening earlier this week, Nicholas decided to pretend to go to sleep in Mommy and Daddy's bed. He climbed up, put his head down, and waited for us to put the blanket over him. Then he asked for a story.
This was an unusual request. Nicholas has gotten used to stories as part of his bedtime routine, but we almost exclusively read books. Frankly, I don't mind, because I'm not a particularly inventive person [cue snarky comments from the uncles]. I'd rather read something than make up a story (can you tell why I'm a historian?). But I decided to try to indulge him.
And so was born Ni-KOO-loos (spelled phonetically), a little boy who goes on adventures with his parents. In the first story, he was going for a walk, and after it got dark saw an owl and a giraffe (part of the plot, of course, involves Ni-KOO-loos's daddy assuming that he couldn't possibly see a giraffe in the dark, but there you go). Then they go home and Ni-KOO-loos gets ready for bed. Oddly enough, he has roughly the same bedtime routine as Nicholas! This means that Nicholas can help tell the story, though I'm not sure he's yet fully made the connection that the whole thing is basically a Bizarro World, and of course we'll have to wait a few years to show him the Seinfeld episode. Not even going to bother with Superman. Anyway, Ni-KOO-loos gets ready for bed, and then lies down with his dolls: Almo, Jihnny, and Silverfield (Nicholas thinks this last one is hilarious but doesn't get the pun).
Apparently he liked the story because he insisted that I tell it again last night. We needed our Nicholas to get ready for bed, so we made the story conditional on his getting ready for bed while I told it, since he'd initially taken off for our bed as he was asking the question.
I got him to agree at the end that we could tell more stories about Ni-KOO-loos next time.
His next adventure? I think it involves a baseball game.
This was an unusual request. Nicholas has gotten used to stories as part of his bedtime routine, but we almost exclusively read books. Frankly, I don't mind, because I'm not a particularly inventive person [cue snarky comments from the uncles]. I'd rather read something than make up a story (can you tell why I'm a historian?). But I decided to try to indulge him.
And so was born Ni-KOO-loos (spelled phonetically), a little boy who goes on adventures with his parents. In the first story, he was going for a walk, and after it got dark saw an owl and a giraffe (part of the plot, of course, involves Ni-KOO-loos's daddy assuming that he couldn't possibly see a giraffe in the dark, but there you go). Then they go home and Ni-KOO-loos gets ready for bed. Oddly enough, he has roughly the same bedtime routine as Nicholas! This means that Nicholas can help tell the story, though I'm not sure he's yet fully made the connection that the whole thing is basically a Bizarro World, and of course we'll have to wait a few years to show him the Seinfeld episode. Not even going to bother with Superman. Anyway, Ni-KOO-loos gets ready for bed, and then lies down with his dolls: Almo, Jihnny, and Silverfield (Nicholas thinks this last one is hilarious but doesn't get the pun).
Apparently he liked the story because he insisted that I tell it again last night. We needed our Nicholas to get ready for bed, so we made the story conditional on his getting ready for bed while I told it, since he'd initially taken off for our bed as he was asking the question.
I got him to agree at the end that we could tell more stories about Ni-KOO-loos next time.
His next adventure? I think it involves a baseball game.
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