I am on a train to Chicago. Part of me wants to sleep. Part of me has a headache. All of me misses Gavin even though he is asleep right now and even if I was home, too, I would not see him.
Well, not ordinarily, anyway. Though last night was a horrible exception. Gavin woke up at about 10 p.m. After throwing up in his crib. He then puked seven more times until he finally went to sleep at 3 a.m. Because Stacy is a saint, I was allowed to go to bed about 1 a.m. while she and Gavin stayed up and watched the entire Cars movie plus two episodes of Minnie's Boutique. This is defnitely the most TV he's ever watched in one sitting, which I am sure he liked, though the price was very high.
I've seen Gavin puke before, but this was the worst. Poor little dude. He was, as you might imagine, not super happy about the way his evening was going. Neither were we, of course. The first couple of times he puked were the worst. Sadly we had eaten Pad Thai for dinner, which was one of my favorites. Emphasis on was. Did I ever mention that the night Stacy went into labor she and I, along with our friend Amber, ate at a Lebanese restaurant? At the hospital Stacy threw all of it up. Now every time we drive by the restaurant I feel queasy. Did I mention how I am not in love with vomit? This is something that you need to know about me if we're going to be friends.
But I was a champ, stripping Gavin's sheets and blankets and poor stuffed bunny and stuffing them into the washing machine on HOT. Many puked on towels followed. Gavin became quite adept at vomiting without freaking out and the last four or so times he did it he barely took his eyes off of the video screen. Although he was in denial about the fact, based on all available evidence, that he would puke a subsequent time. "I don't need another towel," he would say. But he did. At least up until three in the morning, but I was very much asleep by then.
In my defense, I should point out that I wasn't sent to bed because I was of no help, but Stacy pointed out that one of us should be well rested the next day in case he wasn't feeling better (he was). Or in case one of us got it.
Terrifyingly the jury is still out on that one. Stacy said that last week a bunch of kids in the infant room at daycare got sick and then all of the infant room caretakers got it, too. And since stomach bugs are hella contagious, I admit I am riding the rails in mild terror that I will end up holed up in the train bathroom, on the floor drenched in sweat and wanting to die. But so far so good.
Gavin and Stacy saw me off. He was very excited to see the train again (the last time being when Amanda Carver came to visit us) though not as excited about the fact that he would not also be boarding the train. While we were waiting at the stop a guy put four pennies, one quarter, and three dimes on the tracks. Stacy pointed them out to Gavin and explained that they would be flattened by the train. He was very interested in this idea. When I called Stacy later from the train she said that they had, in fact, seen the flattened results and that Stacy asked the guy if they could see one and he let Gavin have a penny. He was too shy to actually take it so Stacy had to, but she said he held it the entire drive back and then when he got home he put it in his wallet.
The woman across the aisle from me is eating something that smells bad and watching the Richard Gere remake of Shall We Dance, which should not exist. I am very partial to the original Japanese film and not just because it was one of the first dates I went on with Stacy. The woman watching the bastardized movie is now laughing out loud. I do not support this.
Gavin got his haircut on Monday and was very good. Bobby at the Chop Shop said it was like cutting a statue's hair. I presume he is referring to the fact that Gavin sat very still and was not comparing Gavin's hair to, like, cement or something. This is Gavin's second hair cut in his life. Just like last time, we just had a trim. We are in love with his hair. Or at least I am. I guess I shouldn't speak for Stacy, but I suspect her feelings are similar. His curls are pretty dreamy. They may some day grow out, but I choose to remain in denial about this. Denial never fails.
UPDATE: I am happy to report that I did not get sick. And when I returned home Gavin and Stacy were waiting for me at the station and Gavin and I ran toward each other in slow motion. Violins were playing. It was excellent.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Tuesday, Feb. 7, 2012: Bladder control to Major Tom
Naps are getting better. And by naps I mean daycare naps, because home naps aren't really a problem. But he's been getting mostly good reports from daycare. The ruckus raising hasn't really been a problem again and he's even taken a few actual naps (today, for example). I went to pick him up on Friday and was told that toward the end of naps he got a little restless so Debbie took him with her on a walk through the hallway. His daycare ladies have him under control. He's in good hands there.
Peeing, too, is getting better. Gavin is becoming quite the seasoned urinator. So far he has peed in the potty at our house, and once each at Grandma Kathy's, Spanish class, and, today, at daycare! When Stacy came to pick him up today she was a little early and his last diaper check had revealed he was dry, so she suggested he sit on the potty there and wa-lah! Pee. He also peed on our potty again tonight before his bath and while he was sitting on the toilet Stacy got so into a book she was reading him that the bathtub almost overflowed. When Gavin got in the water was up to his armpits. He immediately declared his intention to make a "big fash" and then made good on his declaration.
Poop is still a strictly in-the-diaper experience. Well, except for Sunday when he went on the floor of his room. It was really more Stacy's fault than his. After a successful peeing on the potty, Stacy offered him the opportunity to wear underpants, which he declined. Then he said he didn't want to put on a diaper, either. Stacy had a bunch of groceries to put away so she just let him play in his room butt nekkid. A short time later Gavin walked into the kitchen and told her, "I was playing with my cars and then I pooped on the floor." And sure enough he had. Stacy didn't make a big deal about it and cleaned it up and put a diaper on him. In fact, she was so low key about it she didn't want to mention it in front of him. So I learned about it on Facebook.
I am definitely at the point where it feels like he's too old to be pooping his pants. But I also know that he's not ready yet. I guess what I'm feeling is an impatience because I'm not wild about poo diapers or the "Gavin, did you poop? Yes, you did. No, you can't play with toys with poop in your diaper. Come out from under the table/behind the chair/in the hall closet" conversation. He has started walking funny when he's got a load in his pants and he also will often tell me that he's gone, but he's not interested in moving this party to the potty quiet yet.
The Three Little Pigs is still a favorite, as is The Jungle Book right now. Gavin just loves the story about the boy wearing only underpants in the jungle. I rented the Disney movie from the library for Gavin and he and Stacy watched it with the Spanish language track. I've personally never been much of a fan of The Jungle Book, but I am a fan of my son. So now not only is el lobo feroz a recurring character in our home, but now el tigre feroz is too. While ferocious, they are also unpredictable. Sometimes they destroy your house, other times the big bad wolf (in this case, Stacy) says please, so the little pig (Gavin) says "come in" and they eat chocolate cheesecake and coffee together, which is what took place under the kitchen table tonight after dinner.
Yesterday Gavin threw up on the floor at daycare. Stacy was called and she picked him up and brought him home. This was right before lunch and Gavin was not happy to have his routine disrupted. He didn't like that all of the other children were getting their lunches out while he was getting his jacket on. Thankfully he did not puke again and doesn't seem to be sick. He's had a cough and a runny nose so our theory is that his stomach was upset from so much snot swallowing and/or he coughed so hard he threw up. In any case, he didn't seem very phased by the whole thing. From what Stacy says (which is based on what Debbie told her), no one saw him throw up so he went and got Ms. Debbie and told her, "Come look." And he also threw up on the tile part of the floor as opposed to the much more ubiquitous carpet, which proves that he's smarter, or at least more considerate, than a cat.
Peeing, too, is getting better. Gavin is becoming quite the seasoned urinator. So far he has peed in the potty at our house, and once each at Grandma Kathy's, Spanish class, and, today, at daycare! When Stacy came to pick him up today she was a little early and his last diaper check had revealed he was dry, so she suggested he sit on the potty there and wa-lah! Pee. He also peed on our potty again tonight before his bath and while he was sitting on the toilet Stacy got so into a book she was reading him that the bathtub almost overflowed. When Gavin got in the water was up to his armpits. He immediately declared his intention to make a "big fash" and then made good on his declaration.
Poop is still a strictly in-the-diaper experience. Well, except for Sunday when he went on the floor of his room. It was really more Stacy's fault than his. After a successful peeing on the potty, Stacy offered him the opportunity to wear underpants, which he declined. Then he said he didn't want to put on a diaper, either. Stacy had a bunch of groceries to put away so she just let him play in his room butt nekkid. A short time later Gavin walked into the kitchen and told her, "I was playing with my cars and then I pooped on the floor." And sure enough he had. Stacy didn't make a big deal about it and cleaned it up and put a diaper on him. In fact, she was so low key about it she didn't want to mention it in front of him. So I learned about it on Facebook.
I am definitely at the point where it feels like he's too old to be pooping his pants. But I also know that he's not ready yet. I guess what I'm feeling is an impatience because I'm not wild about poo diapers or the "Gavin, did you poop? Yes, you did. No, you can't play with toys with poop in your diaper. Come out from under the table/behind the chair/in the hall closet" conversation. He has started walking funny when he's got a load in his pants and he also will often tell me that he's gone, but he's not interested in moving this party to the potty quiet yet.
The Three Little Pigs is still a favorite, as is The Jungle Book right now. Gavin just loves the story about the boy wearing only underpants in the jungle. I rented the Disney movie from the library for Gavin and he and Stacy watched it with the Spanish language track. I've personally never been much of a fan of The Jungle Book, but I am a fan of my son. So now not only is el lobo feroz a recurring character in our home, but now el tigre feroz is too. While ferocious, they are also unpredictable. Sometimes they destroy your house, other times the big bad wolf (in this case, Stacy) says please, so the little pig (Gavin) says "come in" and they eat chocolate cheesecake and coffee together, which is what took place under the kitchen table tonight after dinner.
Yesterday Gavin threw up on the floor at daycare. Stacy was called and she picked him up and brought him home. This was right before lunch and Gavin was not happy to have his routine disrupted. He didn't like that all of the other children were getting their lunches out while he was getting his jacket on. Thankfully he did not puke again and doesn't seem to be sick. He's had a cough and a runny nose so our theory is that his stomach was upset from so much snot swallowing and/or he coughed so hard he threw up. In any case, he didn't seem very phased by the whole thing. From what Stacy says (which is based on what Debbie told her), no one saw him throw up so he went and got Ms. Debbie and told her, "Come look." And he also threw up on the tile part of the floor as opposed to the much more ubiquitous carpet, which proves that he's smarter, or at least more considerate, than a cat.
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