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| If only toddlerhood was like this all the time... |
I have been experiencing some serious Mommy burnout recently and of course this has made me feel like a Mommy failure. My kid's great. Why wouldn't I want to do nothing but hang out with him? This toddler thing is very much wearing me out though. I know my main problem is that I wait too long to ask for help. I do want to go ahead and point out that my husband is fantastic and takes care of Henry for me whenever he can, but he's got things that need to be done too and we both feel we're left with very little free time. I can spend lots of time home with just my kid and be completely fine, but once I need a break then I really need a break, and a couple of hours off just doesn't cut it. And often my couple of hours of "free time" doesn't really feel like a break because it generally includes running errands and exercising, neither of which are particularly relaxing. This had been building for a while and then Henry got a cold and was waking up several times a night, and my already low level of patience was not helped by the exhaustion of all of us.
Recently my in-laws were in town and watched Henry several times. I feel like everytime the entire family gets together, Henry gets sick and the three of us are miserable for the duration. He's up all night, he refuses to eat, and he's just generally nuts and not himself. This time thankfully Henry only got a cold. It could have been worse. Two of my nieces got bronchitis and one got a sinus infection. Ick. Anyway, now that he's better I'm finally starting to feel recharged, but I did burst into tears the other day when he woke up after only a 20 minute nap.
I used to be afraid of taking a trip with Graham to China because of the 17 hour flight and my claustrophobia and all that. I've told several people lately that now I feel like that 17 hours of alone time sounds like heaven. You mean I can read and watch movies and not have to change diapers or wrestle my kid to the ground to wipe his nose for 17 hours before I even get to the vacation part? I'm totally in. But yeah, I'm going to go ahead and take all that back. My husband just spent 36 hours trying to get to Shanghai only to wind up back home after his flight turned around somewhere near Greenland, landed in Canada to fix the bathrooms, then came back to the states to pick up another flight crew and refuel. He spent like 20 hours on the plane and didn't actually go anywhere except for various airports so I'm back to being terrified of the long flight again and thinking maybe hanging out with a cranky Henry isn't so bad after all.
But anyway, Henry's been doing all sorts of new things the last couple of months. We're finally starting to get lots of words, although most of them are probably only understood by Graham and I. For example, "ice" means rice. He says Mommy now instead of just "Momom." "Happy" is the thing he says most clearly. I love it. I also really love uh-oh. He says eggs and cheese and keys, but they all sound very similar. Water has no "t' so it's more like wa'er. And milk started out sounding more like a game show buzzer for some reason as in "aaank" wrong answer. Now it sounds like "knock." He has started referring to Granny as "Nee". It's also great that whenever I ask him if he wants to talk to Granny he goes immediately to the computer and waits for me to open it up to Skype.
Sometimes he is really helpful about picking up his toys. He loves for me to read him books now even more than ever. He likes anything involving Sesame Street characters in his books. He can say Oscar and he seems to think Bert and Ernie are both named Ernie.
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| Big boy climbing all by himself |
I've mentioned before the feeling of such extreme love and such extreme exasperation. He's the cutest thing ever born and a complete snuggle bug, but he's bitten three kids now. Thankfully that seems to be waning. He's got one serious temper though, and that's not waning at all. Any time he's told no, he has to find something to throw or hit. This is one of those things he finds totally worth it to do even though it always results in a time-out. I've heard other people say that if they'd had their second child first they might have waited longer before the next or not had another at all. Well we had that kid first so I'm in no rush to add a second right now although we do want one someday.
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| See, a total snuggle bug. He even hugs trees. |
I just don't want to spank him. If I spanked him every time he did something he wasn't supposed to do, I'd be hitting him all day. And I don't think it makes sense to hit a kid to teach them not to hit. I did attempt biting him back once, but felt like such a jerk I couldn't do it again. I've got no other real solution. Hopefully he'll grow out of it all (and soon). Any chance his terrible twos are actually terrible ones that are almost over?
















