NathanRising
life with a new baby
In which he must have eaten some magic beans
Apr 5th
Well. The inevitable has happened.
Nathan has learned how to climb out of his play yard.
I know some of you are probably thinking, Duh! It was going to happen sooner or later! But I thought I still had a while. I mean, just two days ago, he couldn’t manage such a feat. And then WHAM! I blinked my eyes and all of a sudden, he can do it.
So, no more play yard for Nathan. My little boy is growing up. I hang on to every moment. Every hug, every snuggle. Because it doesn’t last that long…
A name is just a name
Apr 4th
The other day, I asked Nathan what his name was.
“ME!” he replied, thumping his hands on his chest.
“But my name is me, too!” I said. “What’s your name, Nathan?”
“ME!” he replied with a grin as he slapped his chest again. “ME, ME, ME!”
The magic of playing
Apr 1st
This is the conversation Nathan and I had as I was laying down with him for his nap.
Me: “I love you, Nathan.”
Nathan: “Why?”
Me: “Because you’re my son.”
Nathan: “Yaaaaaaaay!” *Claps hands happily*
Me: “My sweet boy!”
Nathan: “YES!”
Me: *kisses his forehead*
Nathan: “Pway?” (Play?)
Me: “No, Nathan.”
Nathan: “Nap!”
Me: “Yes. It’s nap time. Now go to sleep.”
Nathan: *lifts head* “Pway?”
Me: “No, Nathan. You can’t play until you wake up from your nap.”
Nathan: “Okay.”
And can you guess the very first word he said when he first woke up? “Pway.” In fact, that’s almost always the first word out of his mouth, even before he’s actually awake. He’ll be coming out of his sleep, have his eyes still closed, but he’ll say “pway!”
I tell you, this kid LIVES to play!
Growing an adult
Mar 31st
Yesterday, Paul put Nathan in time out for throwing his toys. He explained to Nathan that he’s not allowed to throw things, and the next time he does it, he’ll go right back into time out. Well lo-and-behold, guess who threw his toys again? So Nathan got put in time out once more. But that time Nathan got put in time out, he said, “I sawee! I sawee” (I’m sorry! I’m sorry!) while frantically signing “sorry” in sign language. And then? Then he looks at me and says “Mama, pweese! Pweese! I sawee!” (Mama, please! Please! I’m sorry!) And then you know what happened?
I DIED A LITTLE INSIDE.
Because it completely breaks my heart to discipline my son and see those tears splashing down his cheeks. But you know what? It’s not about me. It’s about what’s best for Nathan. And it is absolutely NOT in his best interest for me to be self-centered, refusing to discipline him because disciplining him makes me feel bad, while it harms him in the long run by turning him into an entitled, self-absorbed, spoiled, bratty adult.
There are way too may of those in the world today, you guys feel me?
Children are a blank piece of paper. We, as the parents, write on that paper who our children are going to become as adults. I want Nathan to understand that there are consequences for everything that he does. Some of those consequences are good. Others are bad. And as much as it breaks my heart to discipline him and see those glistening tears cascading down his little cheeks, I know that it has to be done.
But you know what? He is one happy kid. Seriously. He knows he’s loved, because we set limits with him. He needs that security, and he is thriving. And, if I do say so myself, although he has his typical toddler fits, I have a wonderful, precious, sweet, kind, and loving child who I love more than life itself.
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