Baby & kid
I think Spencer has been dying of thirst his entire life, and I never knew. I've started offering water at mealtimes, and he is SO INTO IT. Sippy, bottle, open cup, whatever. He wants a drink every few bites. Jack tends to chug his milk at one go and then not drink at all while he eats. I tried to give Spencer a sippy with water in it to drink by himself, but that just resulted in water drops all over his face. Now he is laying on the floor, happily sucking down water from a bottle. I figure he needs the hydration. He has a bit of a cold right now which makes him slightly grumpy because he can't breathe. Poor little guy.
Sleep training went really well with him. I read the Ferber book and followed the plan (I really only needed three pages from that book, but that's how that goes). I am not a big advocate of one method or another, but I do believe in consistency. Therefore getting a book with a written-down plan seemed the easiest thing to do, and within one day Spencer was sleeping in his crib, and within three he was doing so with minimal fuss and woke only once at night to feed. I was a bit uncomfortable for a couple of nights but now the milk supply seems to have readjusted to it. Of course, he insists on falling asleep on his front, and his cold came along, which meant he woke up from the stuffiness every half hour so I took him to our bed last night where he proceeded to fuss and flail and kick all night. So I don't care how stuffy he is tonight, he's sleeping in his crib.
Today I went by Gold Star Gym to sign Jack up for classes. Sadly, he has to start in the toddler class because he is not allowed to move up to the preschooler class until he is 3. I'm hoping they are able to adjust the equipment for him. We were in a city-run class before that had a couple of pieces of equipment that were way too short. But right now, the idea is to get him used to doing the circuits and listening to teachers, and April isn't that far away. Really, I wanted him to be in the class that didn't require parent participation. Another morning with a 20+ lb Spencer strapped on, sigh.
I have also learned that Jack pays close attention to navigation. When we first moved into our apartment, we drove to preschool and Jack suddenly yelled, "I don't know how to get to the apartment from here! I don't know!" I had to tell him that I would show him how on the way back so he wouldn't be upset. Then one day we were picking up Finn's doggy friend, and on the road out of their complex I turned right. "No no no, Mama! This is the way to our old house! Turn around!" He was absolutely right. We had turned left to go to the new place once before, and he remembered. He will often tell me when he recognizes our routes by where we went before that way. Today he remarked that the road we were taking to the gym was the same road we took to get to the vet last week. Considering I could barely navigate the area I grew up in when I was 16, I am unduly impressed.
Sleep training went really well with him. I read the Ferber book and followed the plan (I really only needed three pages from that book, but that's how that goes). I am not a big advocate of one method or another, but I do believe in consistency. Therefore getting a book with a written-down plan seemed the easiest thing to do, and within one day Spencer was sleeping in his crib, and within three he was doing so with minimal fuss and woke only once at night to feed. I was a bit uncomfortable for a couple of nights but now the milk supply seems to have readjusted to it. Of course, he insists on falling asleep on his front, and his cold came along, which meant he woke up from the stuffiness every half hour so I took him to our bed last night where he proceeded to fuss and flail and kick all night. So I don't care how stuffy he is tonight, he's sleeping in his crib.
Today I went by Gold Star Gym to sign Jack up for classes. Sadly, he has to start in the toddler class because he is not allowed to move up to the preschooler class until he is 3. I'm hoping they are able to adjust the equipment for him. We were in a city-run class before that had a couple of pieces of equipment that were way too short. But right now, the idea is to get him used to doing the circuits and listening to teachers, and April isn't that far away. Really, I wanted him to be in the class that didn't require parent participation. Another morning with a 20+ lb Spencer strapped on, sigh.
I have also learned that Jack pays close attention to navigation. When we first moved into our apartment, we drove to preschool and Jack suddenly yelled, "I don't know how to get to the apartment from here! I don't know!" I had to tell him that I would show him how on the way back so he wouldn't be upset. Then one day we were picking up Finn's doggy friend, and on the road out of their complex I turned right. "No no no, Mama! This is the way to our old house! Turn around!" He was absolutely right. We had turned left to go to the new place once before, and he remembered. He will often tell me when he recognizes our routes by where we went before that way. Today he remarked that the road we were taking to the gym was the same road we took to get to the vet last week. Considering I could barely navigate the area I grew up in when I was 16, I am unduly impressed.