Archives for July 2012

Major Milestone

Anna, yesterday marked the 2nd FULL DAY that you wore your big-girl underpants and went without any accidents.  It appears you simply made a choice at some point that “big girls don’t wear diapers,” and managed yourself just fine.

Three days ago, you were in your underpants, playing outside, when you took them off wet, brought them in, and told Mom “I was not careful…”

I know you may still have an accident now and then, but this is a huge milestone for you, AND for Mom and I.

You Poud of Me?

Some time in the past two weeks, the two of you have (finally) taken to pooping in the potty.  you have both managed to pee there, taking off your own diapers, but only of late have you even tried to poop there, and you each have your own idiosyncrasies.

Anna, you prefer to take off ALL of your cloths, run around for a while, then sit on the potty downstairs.  We see you there, but must make all efforts to avoid any eye contact or otherwise distract you, lest you simply get up and run around again.

Lucas, you prefer to close the bathroom door, with the lights out, and to go in the dark.  This is not “prefer” as in it is a request that you make.  Rather, it is prefer, as in you won’t go poop if the lights are on, regardless of whether I am in the room with you or not.

But this morning, you were on your own in the bathroom, the door was barely ajar, and you came out exclaiming “I poop!  I poop in the potty!”  And indeed you did.  I gave you a big hug and told you I was proud of you.  You then asked “You powd of me?”  Yes, Lucas, very proud indeed.

And that got me thinking about what it is to be “proud” of another person at all.  There are so many things that Mom does that I am proud of, from graduating law school, getting on the law review, giving birth to you two, finding a job that she enjoys, and her volunteer work for the church and “Families of Multiples.”  And all of those are merely things she DOES.  The real pride comes from who she IS, and that I get to be in relationship with her.

Other points of pride regarding  you two can be found pretty easily just by reading almost any post in this blog.  Then there are my coworkers with young kids, and we mutually swap stories of pride for our children.

Then I think about my own parents, and what they are proud of.  While I have a general sense that they are proud of me, it is not something typically voiced, whether a byproduct of me now being an adult, or of my own family of origin.  I do recall a small handful of times when Dad explicitly said he was proud of me, and while I don’t recall the events, I do recall the feeling of warmth and love I felt upon hearing it.

All this is not intended to really comment on them, as much as my own musings on the role that a parent’s pride plays in the lives of their children.  My darling children, I am IMMENSELY proud of both of you – not just for the mini-milestones of achievement as you grow up, but for the loving human beings that you are and that you demonstrate to each other, and with Mom and me.

My wish for both of you is two-fold.  First, that you never have to wonder – that instead, you KNOW we are proud of you.  And second, that it be something that you see and hear expressed by both Mom and I regularly enough that it becomes as ingrained within you as the fact that you are loved.  Always.  No matter what.  I promise.

Corn on the Cob

I made corn-on-the-cob with diner tonight.  I let  you two help shuck the ears, which you really enjoyed.  Anna, you were happy peeling back the casings, and Lucas, you were intently focused on making sure that there were no “hairs” left on there.

It’s fun to watch you two eat from the cob… you get your whole face into it, and actually do a really good job picking the cob clean.

One time, when I was probably 8-10 years old, my brother and I were staying with our grandma (your Nana), but she needed to be out during diner time.  I think uncle Sam was still living at home with Grandma at the time, and she told him that he had to make us something for dinner.  He said that he was going to make corn.  “What else?” I remember asking, to which he only replied “corn.”

You see, rather than making corn WITH diner, corn WAS diner.  He even put an ear of corn in our glasses to drink.  We knew it was a bit strange, but he was bigger than us, and we did like corn.   When Grandma came home, she asked us “What did you have for diner?” and we told her.

“Corn.”
“What else?” she asked, and again, we told her.
“Corn.”
“Well then what did you have to drink,” she asked, thinking that we were the ones being silly, and again we told her.
“Corn.”

At that point, she exclaimed “Samuel!!  You get in here!” and asked him to explain himself.  He said that was all he knew how to cook.  So the next night, Grandma showed him how to prepare chicken.

To this day, however, I cannot have corn-on-the-cob without remembering that event

Umi Said…

One day a week, Grandma and Grandpa pick you up from daycare, and often Mom and I will have dinner already prepared in the fridge for them to give to you.  On this occasion, we had rice and beans for both of you.

Lucas, you kept insisting on “rice cakes,” which you very much enjoy.  Grandpa told you “Mommy says that you’re having rice and beans for dinner.”  Then, according to Grandpa, you told him “Umi says I can have rice cakes.”

So at just days away from 3 years old, I’m trying to figure out what might have been going through your little head, but anything I come up with is pure conjecture.  Meanwhile, the adults all got a good laugh out of it, not only because it did not work, but that at your young age, you tried that avenue to get what you want.