2.29.2012

A plan, a project, and a picnic

The last few weeks, or probably months, have been a struggle around here. Emotionally difficult from all that has happened recently, plus physically difficult from pregnancy-related things. Throw in a strong-willed, super active, 2-year-old, and let's just say I have not been at my best. Not even close. Which has made me feel regretful and guilty. Childhood is so short and a lot of days I am just trying to get through, hour by hour, until bedtime. I want Carver to have a magical childhood. I can't shield him from the world forever, but I want to give him all that I can for these few years while I can control many aspects of his world. Despite my best efforts, I know we will still have a lot of bad days, it is the nature of life. But, if I can just keep his bad days at a minimum then I will have done my job.

My plan, for now, is to try to be more intentional with my parenting. This involves a lot of things, like being more patient and kind, but also trying to make a real effort to plan activities, celebrate small things (like Valentine's Day), and in general, be purposeful in my approach to raising Carver (and soon his new baby brother). This probably won't be easy for me. I'm not particularly creative, I struggle with sitting for hours on end and playing with balls and cars and puzzles, I love to read books but sometimes get tired of reading the same book for the 800th time that day. But, I do like to plan things. I like to get an idea (usually stolen from someone else), make a list, set a date/time to do it and then make it happen. This is fun for me. And, to be honest, sometimes I just get bored. Which means Carver probably gets bored too. So we need a little fun in our lives.

The current plan is to do two projects or crafts a week. Not major productions, just things that are different from our normal days. Things that do not involve playing with the same toys we play with every day or watching kid shows. Something that I plan, prepare for, and experience just for him. These will, hopefully, work on days when weather doesn't let us play outside or head to the park.

While mom was here last week I started gathering supplies for this week's "projects." The website I am currently using for ideas and inspiration can be found here. (Thanks again to Pinterest!).

Project #1: Beans!

I chose this project for a couple of reasons. First, I am trying to do most on the list, and this was towards the top. Second, it sounded like something Carver would be amused by. And third, it called for cheap, reusable supplies.

I bought 6 bags of dried beans in a variety of shapes, sizes, and colors and placed them into cheap plastic containers.


Then, I laid a blanket down in the kitchen, set out the beans, and a variety of other kitchen utensils. Bowls of differing materials (glass, plastic, etc), a small whisk, and different size measuring spoons and cups.


Carver sat in the middle and was able to use all of the utensils to play with the variety of beans. Which he seriously loved.


He started out being pretty focused and meticulous. Carefully spooning the beans into various bowls, etc.


Then he started dumping them into the larger containers.

And finally, as expected, dumped them ALL out on the blanket, sat on the mountain o' beans, kicked the beans, and threw handfuls of beans around the kitchen. These last things broke the one rule for the activity-- beans must stay on the blanket. But, after a couple of reminders, he did a pretty good job of keeping the beans on the blanket.



All in all I would say this activity was a big success. It entertained him for quite awhile. Worked on his fine motor skills by using the different size spoons to scoop, etc. (right, Ellen?), and it was nothing we had ever done before. Win win win.

And, we'll probably do this again and do a craft with the beans as well.

A couple of downsides:

1) The OCD in me really, really, hated seeing the beans get all mixed together.

2) I'll probably be finding beans in my kitchen for quite awhile. Though, really, clean-up took about 5 minutes total.

3) I did feel like I had to carefully supervise to make sure beans were not going into any orifice. But, he just needed a couple of reminders that the beans, in their current state, were not food.

One more project coming up this week. Hopefully it will be a success as well.

This week we have also enjoyed one picnic...in our living room. The plan was to have a picnic at the park. It was a cold, but sunny, day. I packed our lunch and headed to the park. Though when we got there hurricane force winds (ok, maybe not really "hurricane force") had transformed the park into a not-so-pleasant place. So, we headed back home and ate lunch on a blanket in the living room. Still fun, but not quite the same experience.


2.28.2012

Visit with Grandmama

Last week Daniel had to be out of town so my mom headed up to help out with Carver and help keep me sane. We had a really fun visit, with a lot of time for her to just get to spend time with Carver. It was such a relief to have someone to help entertain the crazy child, and a reason to get out of the house and do a few things. Carver seemed to love having her around-- they played hide and seek, and he wanted her to feed him every single meal. The week flew by and we were sad to see her go.

A little incentive to behave while grocery shopping...

We went to the park, walked Carver and the dogs on the trail and then let him play for a bit...

Carver had a SUPER fun time playing at the mall "playground."


P.F. Chang's! (Thanks to Grandmama for teaching him to push down the "buttons" on top of his cup. He is now obsessed.)
The Dillard House
Grandmama, Carver needs a baby goat!
I usually do not dress Carver in his "play clothes" when we are going out to lunch. But, we made plans spontaneously and I was too lazy to change him. Thank God. He was a COMPLETE mess when we left. Muddy and soaking wet, but thrilled with himself.

I barely caught him before he escaped through the fence while chasing the baby goats.
Lunch! (For several days)

The next time Grandmama visits us in GA may be just before new baby arrives-- Crazy! Maybe we'll get her here at least one more time before then.

Mom, have any Easter plans?


2.26.2012

Sweet boys


Every boy should have two things: a dog, and a parent willing to let him have one.

--Anonymous

2.17.2012

48 Days


When Carver was a baby he slept in our room, in his pack n' play, until he was about 7 or 8 months old. At night, when I would fall into bed, though completely exhausted, I distinctly remember feeling at peace. There we were, my entire family unit in one room with the door closed. Daniel and I in our bed with the girls, Carver in his bed, and Winston in "his" closet. My whole family safely sleeping within arms reach. It was a "cup runneth over" kind of moment for me. I think it allowed me to rest incredibly soundly. We were together. We were safe. We were content.

Losing Delia has made me feel lost. My family is not whole now. We are not all together. I cannot reach out and touch her anymore. I can't fall asleep totally at peace now.

Her death has somehow fractured me. I can't allow myself to break completely because I have a child, a husband, a home, and a job. I daydream about having 1 day where I can just grieve. Not be sad while feeding Carver his breakfast, or think about Delia while we are going for a walk-- but an entire day that I can just release this grief and sadness. Let it be my focus for just 1 full day.

I feel like I haven't quite been able to properly grieve for her. And, if I don't grieve for her, who will? It's not like when a person dies and he/she is grieved by any number of people to varying degrees. Ultimately, I am it for Delia. Other people, those that really understand what she meant to me, grieve for me, but I am the only one that really and truly grieves for her.

Her absence has left in me this gaping wound and I am just bleeding all over the place. A million times a day I think about her. A million times a day I think, "This would have been a really good day if Delia were still alive." Or, "I would be really excited about ______, if Delia were not dead." I don't know how to view my life, present or future, without qualifying every moment in this way.

In a different way, losing her has fed my tendency to be fearful. Afraid of losing someone else, afraid of getting more bad news, of more disappointments, more sadness. I don't know how to get past it.

I made a decision a couple of weeks ago to not talk about her anymore. And I haven't. I'm not entirely sure why I am mentioning it now. Maybe there is the bizarre fear that people will think I don't care anymore. I don't know.

She is so greatly missed. Every single day. This is an impossible situation for me. It is unthinkable that she is actually dead. Forever. Never coming back. Has ceased to exist. I can't believe it.

It has been 48 days since I saw her last. Her ashes are sitting on my nightstand and just the mere thought of them is completely overwhelming.

You would think it would feel real by now.

2.15.2012

Valentine's Day Festivities

Personally, Valentine's Day is not particularly important to me. I view it as one of those "non-holidays" that often get celebrated in excess. It just doesn't make a lot of sense to me. I mean, I'll never turn down flowers, presents, dinner out, etc., but I would be just as happy with these things on a random day of the week as I would be to get them on Valentine's Day, you know?

But, with Carver I think it is fun to make a big deal out of little things. It is one of the perks of being a kid-- making memories, celebrating all occasions. And, it breaks up the monotony of our weeks. It was fun for me to plan small ways to celebrate Valentine's Day, even though he didn't really "get it" at all. One day though, he'll look back at his albums (or this blog maybe) and see that we celebrated small things and I tried (not always successfully) to make things special for him.

You're only a 2 year old once. I want to embrace his childhood and make the most of these fleeting years. Because, we all know that most days we're just trying to survive.

Here are some pictures from our V-day activities. Most centered around food. I'm pretty sure that Carver ate more sugar yesterday than at any other time in his 2 years of life. I'm not proud of that, but it was an important holiday. Just kidding. These things just happen.

The set-up.
It should be noted that, with the exception of the book, all of these little gifts were $1-2 a piece. Not bad.

The placemat and plate were also about $1 or $2 AND they're reusable :)

The balloon was the big hit. As expected.

Breakfast. Pink(ish) pancakes, blueberries and strawberries. They were prettier in my head, the reality was a little disappointing.

Not related to V-Day, but Carver is obsessed with his Hungry Caterpillar and book right now. Obsessed.

Morning Snack-- strawberry jello (first time having it and he was not a fan), red goldfish, 1 strawberry newton.


Activity #1: Coloring (Thanks to Pinterest for the free V-Day printables)

Activity #2: Decorating Sugar Cookies. Carver put sprinkles on about 4 of them, then grabbed one and ran away to eat it.

Then he came back looking for more.

Lunch: Grilled Cheese sandwich, cherry yogurt, strawberries and blueberries.

Afternoon Snack: sugar cookie, pink mini-marshmallows (fruit flavored so they're healthy, right?), and 1 strawberry newton.

Random snack from last week when I was trying out my new cookie cutter...

For dinner we went out for Mexican food so that was the end of pink, red, or heart-shaped food. And yes, he did have some veggies for dinner for those of you who were keeping track.

Being a stay-at-home mom is not something I ever thought I would do. I'm thankful to work some, to keep my brain cells in shape, but I do really love some things about being home full-time with Carver. Sprinkled amongst the drudgery of day-to-day survival are days like this. Days that I can spend a week or so planning for and then get to watch him enjoy, even if he doesn't really understand why we are doing these things.

This is fun to me, who would have thought?