I can hardly believe it, but I find myself planning Kenny’s THIRD birthday party. He is no longer a baby. He is no longer a toddler. He is an honest to goodness KID. Yikes!
I am somewhat consoled by the fact that there is still another little guy in the house who desperatly needs me every moment of the day…
But seriously, I am a little shell shocked at the reality that my baby is turning three. I had several friends who sent their little ones off to kindergarten this week, and I realize that my turn is not too far off. Kenny misses the “cut-off” with his September birthday, but only by a week, and he is already so smart about so much, I can’t imagine another three years before I send him off into the vast halls of elementary learning. Still, I wonder if there is a way to preserve him exactly as he is for a little while longer. Ok, exactly as he is, minus the 120 questions he asks about everything all day long.
An example (imagine, though, that this tiny example represents a mere 1/100th of the daily conversations in our house):
Kenny: Whaddyou say, Mama?
Me: Nothing, honey. I dropped something.
K: Whaddyou drop, Mama?
Me: Nothing, just my phone.
K: Who-r-you calling, Mama?
Me: No one, baby. I was plugging in my phone to charge it.
K: Why are you charging it, Mama? Does it need batteries? I’ll get you a battery!! (And he runs off in the direction of the battery stash in the kitchen.)
Me: Kenny, come back! I don’t need a battery, I just need to plug it in!
K: What, Mama?
Me: Come back up here!
K: I can’t hear you, Mama! I’m getting batteries! (pause. crash. wail.) MAMA! (sound of 2,000 batteries rolling on the hardwood floor) Mama? (sound of chair scrapping on the floor) Mama! I’m hungry! Can I have a snack after you clean up the batteries?
Meanwhile, in Cooper-land… I took him in for his 2 month check up and he is doing great! He’s 13 pounds – I knew he was getting heavy. The doctor has also confirmed the reflux, and gave us a prescription for prevacid, which I have not yet given him. I hate, hate, hate the idea of Cooper being on a daily medication. The doc said that if he’s not in pain, to just let it go, that he would grow out of it by six months, but the truth is, when he doesn’t sleep through the night (which is about half the time), he has a terrible time with the reflux after his 3 am feeding. There have been many nights I can’t lay him back down again. So I think I may have to give in to the drugs for now.
Cooper is also really starting to show his social side. His smile is much more frequent, and giggles are now ready apparent. And the cooing! Oh, so sweet. It melts me. I can even image that we are having conversations. hm. I wonder how much longer before he starts paying Kenny back with 120 questions… ha ha…