During our recent Maine vacation, I took Caitlin to Reny's, a self-proclaimed "Maine Adventure." Reny's sells items such as, plastic lawn flamingos in various heights and colors, boogie boards, Crocs, last season's Oshkosh Bogosh fashions, hunting supplies, and wicker furniture. Reny's also boasts an impressive toy section, complete with a variety of beautiful, wooden Melissa and Doug toys.
I took Caitlin to Reny's to buy necessities for the condo and pick out a new toy. After eight days in Maine, the five toys I packed in my L.L. Bean tote no longer cut the mustard. As we entered the toy department, Caitlin made a beeline to the truck section. My little girl loves trucks. She also loves airplanes, trains, bicycles, sailboats, vans, cars, motorcycles, helicopters, hovercrafts, and all other things that go. Despite an affinity for all modes of transportation, trucks truly captured Caitlin's heart. Since we did not have trucks at home, I encouraged her to choose a roaring, enormous, shiny truck to call her own.
As Caitlin inspected truck after truck, a little girl about three or four years old wandered over to us. Thinking she may love trucks as well, Caitlin handed a green dump truck to the little girl. Rather than accepting Caitlin's generosity, the little girl said to me, "The girl toys are down this aisle." I followed her finger to an aisle exploding with glittering tiaras, plastic cases filled with Barbies, princesses, and ponies, dress-up purple feather boas with matching purple high heels, costume earrings and necklaces, and pink, pink, and more pink. "Thank you," I responded to the little girl, "But my daughter likes trucks." Miss Informative shrugged and walked back to her parents. As they walked into the Pink Plastic Tunnel of Princesses and Fairies, Caitlin found a new red fire truck with a ladder that moves up and down to capture her attention. She showed no interest in the pink aisle and I did not encourage her to move.
My conversation with the little girl at Reny's made me wonder, when do children begin to notice the difference between "girl toys" and "boy toys?" What happens to the little girl who loves playing with trucks, rather than playing with dolls? When do children begin to tease the little boy who loves Barbies and playing dress up?
When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a construction worker more than anything, despite my mom's "how 'bout an architect?" suggestions. I loved building with blocks. I wore a yellow Tonka hard hat, evidenced in many of my childhood photos. It wasn't until I was in second or third grade that I showed any interest in Barbies, My Little Ponies, and other toys deemed girly. Much like Caitlin, I had interests that lay outside of typical gender expectations. Sure, I had dolls and stuffed animals, but my heart belonged to the blocks.
Caitlin's heart belongs to the trucks. I hope she will stay true to herself. When she grows older, I hope Caitlin will continue to follow her interests regardless of what others think. I love that she plays with both baby dolls and trucks. I love that she doesn't show much interest in the Pink Plastic Tunnel of Princesses, at least for now. However, if one day Caitlin wants to walk down the Pink Aisle I will encourage her choices just as heartily. I will just miss listening to her make little "Vroom, vroom" sounds as she steers her dump truck across the hardwoods.
Monday, August 1, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Only in My Dreams
The night before our eighteen week ultrasound, I could not sleep. Our room was too hot. My sheets came untucked from the end of the bed. My pajamas did not fit. I woke to pee at least three times. And worst of all, I had a crazy-time, pregnancy-hormone induced dream. In my dream, Matt and I went to our ultrasound, full of anticipation. While examining images of our baby, the doctor squinted, rubbed her chin, sighed, and repeatedly said, "Hmmmm..." Finally, she turned to Matt and me and said, "I'm not sure how to tell you this, so I'll just say it. Did you know you were carrying a horse?" While I was able to deliver a 9 lb, 13 oz baby, I don't have it in me to deliver a horse, even one of the those comically adorable miniature ponies you may see at a petting zoo or in the circus. I woke up sweating, anxious about the unknown, and fearing the worst.
The next morning, I went to our ultrasound appointment exhausted and nervous. While waiting for the doctor to arrive, I told Matt about my dream from the night before:
Me: "O.k. don't laugh at me, but I'm so nervous. I had a dream last night that our baby is actually not a baby at all, but a horse."
Husband: "Really. Well, I guess I'll have to build a stable. I wonder if there is room in the backyard?"
Me: "Seriously, I'm really nervous."
Husband: "I know, horses are expensive. I wonder how much hay our baby horse will need?"
Me: "Stop it. You are not helping. You are not funny. At all."
In the middle of this exchange, the ultrasound doctor arrived, eliminating my opportunity to really give my husband a piece of my mind. She asked routine questions about my past pregnancy, my current pregnancy, and my overall health. Suddenly, in the middle of her questions, I told the doctor about my horse dream. I over share. It's something I'm working on. While Matt stifled giggles, she nodded, looked at me as though I could be the biggest moron ever to walk into Boston Ultrasound, but said, "I'm sure your baby is just fine. Let's have a look and you'll see."
After moment or two, our little baby appeared on the video display screen looking every bit like a healthy, developing, and (thank goodness) human baby. The doctor commented on Baby's strong heart, developing brain, kidneys, lungs, and bladder. We saw Baby kick its legs and make fists with its tiny hands. At one point, it even looked like Baby waved hello. As I watched our new baby on the screen, I finally exhaled and released all of the anxiety I've been carrying throughout this pregnancy. I soaked in the images of our baby, imagining the color of his or her eyes, wondering if Baby would have long fingers like Caitlin. The only things distracting me from this little wonder were Matt's muffled whinnies, neighs, and hee haws. He thinks he is hilarious. I am considering attending all future appointments alone.
Here is a picture of Baby from its first photo shoot. Looks like he or she has my hubby's oversized head. Lucky mama!!
The next morning, I went to our ultrasound appointment exhausted and nervous. While waiting for the doctor to arrive, I told Matt about my dream from the night before:
Me: "O.k. don't laugh at me, but I'm so nervous. I had a dream last night that our baby is actually not a baby at all, but a horse."
Husband: "Really. Well, I guess I'll have to build a stable. I wonder if there is room in the backyard?"
Me: "Seriously, I'm really nervous."
Husband: "I know, horses are expensive. I wonder how much hay our baby horse will need?"
Me: "Stop it. You are not helping. You are not funny. At all."
In the middle of this exchange, the ultrasound doctor arrived, eliminating my opportunity to really give my husband a piece of my mind. She asked routine questions about my past pregnancy, my current pregnancy, and my overall health. Suddenly, in the middle of her questions, I told the doctor about my horse dream. I over share. It's something I'm working on. While Matt stifled giggles, she nodded, looked at me as though I could be the biggest moron ever to walk into Boston Ultrasound, but said, "I'm sure your baby is just fine. Let's have a look and you'll see."
After moment or two, our little baby appeared on the video display screen looking every bit like a healthy, developing, and (thank goodness) human baby. The doctor commented on Baby's strong heart, developing brain, kidneys, lungs, and bladder. We saw Baby kick its legs and make fists with its tiny hands. At one point, it even looked like Baby waved hello. As I watched our new baby on the screen, I finally exhaled and released all of the anxiety I've been carrying throughout this pregnancy. I soaked in the images of our baby, imagining the color of his or her eyes, wondering if Baby would have long fingers like Caitlin. The only things distracting me from this little wonder were Matt's muffled whinnies, neighs, and hee haws. He thinks he is hilarious. I am considering attending all future appointments alone.
Here is a picture of Baby from its first photo shoot. Looks like he or she has my hubby's oversized head. Lucky mama!!
Thursday, June 23, 2011
I Said No
My daughter does not listen to me. For months, the Terrific Tot was compliant, pleasant, and agreeable most of the time. If I asked her to put a fork in the dishwasher, clean up her toys, or stop trying to ride the dog like a small pony, she would smile, listen, and obey. I thought I had a remarkable child, impervious to the obstinacy that comes with toddlerhood. I was a total idiot.
Over the past month, something has changed. Now when I ask the Terrific Tot to do just about anything, her standard response is, "NO."
"Caitlin, it's time to take your bath." "NO."
"Caitlin, let's go upstairs for naptime." "NO."
"Caitlin, please brush your teeth." "Seriously?"
"Caitlin, come eat your supper." "Didn't you hear me the first time lady? I said, 'NO!'"
When she hears my voice, Caitlin simply looks up from her toys, stares, looks back at her toys, sighs, says "NO," and goes right on playing. Could she speak in sentences, I think she would say, "Listen, Mom, I know you are trying to take care of me and all, but I'm kind of busy here."
What happens next depends. Sometimes, I wait until Caitlin becomes distracted from her present activity and try to redirect her attention to the task at hand. Sometimes, I tell her Bella made a mess in the bathroom, nursery, or kitchen, which we must investigate immediately. Sometimes after a long day, I let Daddy take over and hide in the other room with Facebook and an U.S. Weekly. When I am really exhausted and impatient, I pick up Miss I Said No, bring her to the desired location, and enforce my supreme motherly power. This doesn't usually end well.
I suppose Caitlin's refusal to listen means she is asserting independence, expressing wants and desires, and showing self-assurance. While I hope my daughter will be independent and confident, I also hope she will be respectful and listen to others. Somehow, I must allow opportunities for her to make choices and gain independence, while also teaching her the importance of listening and doing what is asked. Until then, I must teach myself to be patient and accept "No" for an answer, at least once in a while.
Over the past month, something has changed. Now when I ask the Terrific Tot to do just about anything, her standard response is, "NO."
"Caitlin, it's time to take your bath." "NO."
"Caitlin, let's go upstairs for naptime." "NO."
"Caitlin, please brush your teeth." "Seriously?"
"Caitlin, come eat your supper." "Didn't you hear me the first time lady? I said, 'NO!'"
When she hears my voice, Caitlin simply looks up from her toys, stares, looks back at her toys, sighs, says "NO," and goes right on playing. Could she speak in sentences, I think she would say, "Listen, Mom, I know you are trying to take care of me and all, but I'm kind of busy here."
What happens next depends. Sometimes, I wait until Caitlin becomes distracted from her present activity and try to redirect her attention to the task at hand. Sometimes, I tell her Bella made a mess in the bathroom, nursery, or kitchen, which we must investigate immediately. Sometimes after a long day, I let Daddy take over and hide in the other room with Facebook and an U.S. Weekly. When I am really exhausted and impatient, I pick up Miss I Said No, bring her to the desired location, and enforce my supreme motherly power. This doesn't usually end well.
I suppose Caitlin's refusal to listen means she is asserting independence, expressing wants and desires, and showing self-assurance. While I hope my daughter will be independent and confident, I also hope she will be respectful and listen to others. Somehow, I must allow opportunities for her to make choices and gain independence, while also teaching her the importance of listening and doing what is asked. Until then, I must teach myself to be patient and accept "No" for an answer, at least once in a while.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Certainty
Yesterday was my sixteen week doctor's visit. Caitlin came along since my appointment immediately followed school. Dad met us at the doctor's office, armed with Goldfish crackers, an Elmo magnadoodle, and an onslaught of board books, to help entertain the Terrific Tot during my check-up. Before Dr. W began the exam, she asked, "Does Caitlin know about the b-a-b-y?"
Good question, Dr. W. Yes, we told Caitlin a new baby is coming and she will be a big sister. She points at my belly and says, "baby." Caitlin even waves to my belly and gives my belly kisses. However, she also points at Matt's belly and says, "baby." She pats, kisses, and waves at Matt's tummy. Does she truly understand there is real, live baby growing exclusively in my belly? I'm not so sure. I am not certain she is old enough to truly grasp this whole "new baby" thing. There was not a simple answer to Dr. W's question. Rather than taking up precious appointment time with stories of Caitlin's baby confusion, I simply said, "yes."
And then something wonderful happened. Dr. W began a sonogram and we all heard the new baby's heartbeat, strong and steady at 144-150 beats per minute. As we listened to the heart beating I said, "Caitlin, listen. You can hear the baby." She stopped playing and sat in momentary silence. As she listened to her new brother or sister, Caitlin smiled and said with certainty, "Baby." This time I really think she did understand what this is all about. And it was amazing.
Good question, Dr. W. Yes, we told Caitlin a new baby is coming and she will be a big sister. She points at my belly and says, "baby." Caitlin even waves to my belly and gives my belly kisses. However, she also points at Matt's belly and says, "baby." She pats, kisses, and waves at Matt's tummy. Does she truly understand there is real, live baby growing exclusively in my belly? I'm not so sure. I am not certain she is old enough to truly grasp this whole "new baby" thing. There was not a simple answer to Dr. W's question. Rather than taking up precious appointment time with stories of Caitlin's baby confusion, I simply said, "yes."
And then something wonderful happened. Dr. W began a sonogram and we all heard the new baby's heartbeat, strong and steady at 144-150 beats per minute. As we listened to the heart beating I said, "Caitlin, listen. You can hear the baby." She stopped playing and sat in momentary silence. As she listened to her new brother or sister, Caitlin smiled and said with certainty, "Baby." This time I really think she did understand what this is all about. And it was amazing.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Second Time Around
If you look carefully at Caitlin's shirt, you may notice it contains a special message. Some time toward the end of November, Caitlin will become a big sister. I am approximately sixteen weeks into my second pregnancy. With each passing day, my belly becomes larger and my regular pants become tighter, which makes me think I have many months of elastic waistbands and flowing tunics in my future.Second pregnancies are funny: the belly announces its arrival much earlier than the first time around, making it near impossible to conceal pregnancy from co-workers. People's reactions are more nonchalant, as though this news was expected for some time. And raising a toddler commands most of my time and energy, thereby causing me to often forget I am pregnant again.
Second pregnancies also bring many questions and much apprehension. How will I prepare Caitlin to handle the role of big sister? How can I minimize any jealousy she may feel when a new baby arrives? How can I let two little ones know they are equally loved, equally special? As with anything when it comes to raising kids, I know I will make mistakes. I suppose those mistakes will allow me to learn and grow as a parent. I think we are about to embark on the greatest, but most challenging, adventure of all. Wish us luck!!
Saturday, May 14, 2011
The Rules of Boo
This minute, Caitlin's favorite game is Boo, more commonly known by people with fully developed vocabularies as Hide and Seek. To play Boo with Caitlin, one must obey a particular set of rules firmly established by the Terrific Tot herself.
First, Caitlin is always the hider, never, ever the seeker. Should you attempt to hide, you may stay twisted uncomfortably behind a chair with your knees next to your ears, or trapped in a closet for the remainder of the day. Only Caitlin hides. Period.
Next, number sequence is arbitrary. When counting to ten (yes, even though she is always the hider, Caitlin still counts to ten), Caitlin's count goes something like this, "Two, three, five, nine, TEN!!!" Not bad, especially since some of my students count exactly the same way.
Third, even though Caitlin hides in the same place every time, you must always, always act as though you have absolutely no idea where she could be. Despite being in plain sight between the coffee table and the couch, you must pretend her hiding spot is extremely clever and difficult to find. Also, if Caitlin covers her eyes, that means she is invisible.
Finally, once you somehow find Caitlin's top secret, highly classified hiding spot, you must say "I found you!!!" and tickle her belly while she rolls all over the floor. The game is not over until this pivotal moment occurs.
After familiarizing yourself with this set of rules, you are ready to play Hide and Seek, I mean, Boo with Crafty Caitlin the Disappearing Toddler. Have a great time and if you need any help, ask Bella. She'll lead you to Caitlin every time.
First, Caitlin is always the hider, never, ever the seeker. Should you attempt to hide, you may stay twisted uncomfortably behind a chair with your knees next to your ears, or trapped in a closet for the remainder of the day. Only Caitlin hides. Period.
Next, number sequence is arbitrary. When counting to ten (yes, even though she is always the hider, Caitlin still counts to ten), Caitlin's count goes something like this, "Two, three, five, nine, TEN!!!" Not bad, especially since some of my students count exactly the same way.
Third, even though Caitlin hides in the same place every time, you must always, always act as though you have absolutely no idea where she could be. Despite being in plain sight between the coffee table and the couch, you must pretend her hiding spot is extremely clever and difficult to find. Also, if Caitlin covers her eyes, that means she is invisible.
Finally, once you somehow find Caitlin's top secret, highly classified hiding spot, you must say "I found you!!!" and tickle her belly while she rolls all over the floor. The game is not over until this pivotal moment occurs.
After familiarizing yourself with this set of rules, you are ready to play Hide and Seek, I mean, Boo with Crafty Caitlin the Disappearing Toddler. Have a great time and if you need any help, ask Bella. She'll lead you to Caitlin every time.
Monday, May 9, 2011
Paradise
St. Thomas, USVI April 2011
Caitlin enjoying Morningstar Beach
During my school vacation week, our family took a trip to St. Thomas in the U.S. Virgin Islands. Our trip was exactly what this family needed-lots of time relaxing by the beach, leisurely dips in the pool, warm sunshine, afternoon naps, and plenty of frozen pina coladas. I do not remember the last time I went on a vacation and actually did nothing. It felt wonderful to completely relax, read, rest, and enjoy uninterrupted family time away from the bustle of home.
Stacking cups-don't leave home without them!We stayed at the Marriott Frenchman's Reef and Morningstar resort, which boasts incredible views, a long, pristine beach, an outdoor glass elevator, muchos iguanas, and a pretty awesome breakfast buffet. The resort was perfect for our family-everything we needed was close by, the staff was friendly and helpful, and almost all of the restaurants were extremely kid friendly. We definitely want to go back. Like, right now.
At the swim up bar-we got a free pina colada because the bartender found Caitlin's presence amongst the drinkers so amusing.
Caitlin morphed into the ultimate beach bum in St. Thomas. Something in the Caribbean breeze made our little one let loose and kick back. She was so excited to ride the glass elevator, dig on the beach, throw sand at Mama and Daddy, drink copious amounts of apple juice, and float in the pool every afternoon. The people of St. Thomas displayed great affection for Miss C. Everywhere we went, people called Caitlin "Princess," which she seemed to love. Caitlin behaved wonderfully on the trip, which made it possible to eat at some nice restaurants, enjoy a steel drum band, and spend lots of time at the beach and pool. Just like her Mama, Caitlin loves travel and loves the beach. I see a lot of palm trees and sparkling beaches in our future.
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