Archive for September, 2010

Okay I take it Back

September 25, 2010

Dear Roman,

It’s like you knew I wrote about your potty training experience and wanted to prove my words wrong. Seriously the day after I vented about your/our difficult transition from diapers to underpants you did a 180. All of a sudden you stopped having accidents, started telling me when you had to go to the potty and even started going all on your own without any assistance!

It’s a week later and there have been no accidents. You handled yourself perfectly at preschool going twice to the bathroom there without assistance. We’ve stopped the verbal reminders and you are totally enthusiastic about the whole process.

So I have to say,  THANK YOU and CONGRATS! We’re so proud of you!

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Preschool

September 23, 2010

Dear Roman,
Today was a really big day for you! Your first day of preschool. I can hardly believe the time has come to send you out into the world, but that’s exactly what happened this morning from 9 to 11am.

Finding the right preschool was something I put a lot of effort into because I think it’s really important. It’s your first introduction to school, it’s your first time away from the comforts of home. Montessori, Waldorf, Co-ops, oh my… in the end we decided on a “play based” neighborhood school that seems like a perfect fit for your personality. Creative play, small class sizes, unstructured curriculum and you know half the kids in your class from playing at Turtle Park including your friends Izzie and Nicholas.

You got to know your new school over the summer when we attended a couple picnic meet and greets. You loved playing in the outdoor space and became familiar with the teachers faces. Last week we got to explore your classroom and while you played I got to talk with your teachers Patrice and Augusta. They are exactly what I pictured your first teachers being- warm, nurturing, enthusiastic, responsible.

This morning you were full of nervous energy. You barely ate breakfast, you kept checking the clock to see what time it was and asked over and over if it was” time to go yet?” The first day of school excitement! Finally it was time to put on your new backpack and tuck a little picture of mom in your pant pocket. I took a few pictures and we were off in the car for a 5 minute drive to school.

When we got there you ran down the sidewalk to the little red building that is the Kirkland Preschool. In we went and down the flight of stairs to your class. Ms. Augusta greeted you at the door with a smile and a “Hi Roman.”  You showed her your photo of Mom and she remarked at how special it was. Then she took your backpack and showed you where your cubby was and the next thing I knew you were holding her hand and she was leading you over to the sinks to wash up. In a blink of an eye you had transitioned just fine so I said a quick “goodbye” and Charlotte and I left the classroom.

When I came to pick you up it was I that ran down the sidewalk and couldn’t get down that flight of stairs fast enough to see you. I opened the door to your class and saw you sitting next to Izzie and your teacher while she read the two of you a book. You didn’t even get up when you saw me walk in! Augusta told me that you were a lot of fun! Oh and you went potty twice all on your own! Throughout the rest of the day you gave me little bits of info as to what you did at preschool- you ate grapes and had some water, you played astronauts with your teachers and you rode in a moon buggy.

The hardest part for me is NOT knowing every single little thing that happened while you were at school. Getting info from you is like pulling teeth so I want to call up your teacher and ask questions like, “Did Roman do a good job of sharing with others? Did he eat all the grapes or did he just take bites like he usually does? When Roman went potty did he remember to wash his hands because we’ve been working on that at home. Did he tell you he loves playing rocket ship? Was he a good friend to others? Did Roman follow direction?

Don’t worry I wouldn’t dare embarrass you like that! I promise!

I love you!

Potty Talk

September 17, 2010

Dear Roman,
Over this past Labor Day weekend your Dad and I decided it was time to say goodbye to diapers. We waited and waited for “the perfect time” to tackle this milestone. We watched for signs from you, we’d talk about big boy underpants and how big kids use the potty. We put the concept in your brain with the hopes that you’d initiate something. With nothing but complete contentment from you in a diaper your Dad and I made the decision for you. You turned three and it was time.

Dragging your feet, kicking and screaming (sometimes literally) you’ve transitioned from diapers to underpants. You weren’t enticed by cool super hero underpants and you could care less about getting rid of your diapers. I feel like psycho mom on top of you all day long watching every move you make to see if you’re thinking about peeing, starting to pee or actually peeing. Seriously. You can’t stand my constant reminders and I usually have to battle you to sit and pee.

Getting you to the potty takes a ridiculous amount of effort with you screaming at me that you don’t have to go and me telling you that you just have to try. Finally I literally wrestle you to the bathroom and sure enough you go pee despite your insisting you didn’t have to. You can’t get off the toilet fast enough and back to what you were playing. Because God forbid you miss out on something.

Twice you’ve purposely peed your pants when I’m nursing Charlotte. Late in the day when you have little coping skills left, I’ll sit down to feed Charlotte and you’ll pee in your room with the hopes that I’ll stop feeding her and go give your action attention. Surprisingly you’ve actually had very few pee accidents (mainly because I am forcing you to go all the time) but too many messy poop accidents. I won’t go into details just saying that I’m so over cleaning up and it’s not fare that your Dad gets to conveniently be at work when accidents occur.

This whole transition is so telling of your personality. My strong willed little boy. You hate that you weren’t in complete control of the decision to potty train. You’re not fond of change when it directly involves you and it’s going to take some time for you to get used to the new way of life.  And I thought weaning you was tough! Nothing compared to this. Single most challenging phase of parenting Mr. Roman so far.

Birthday Party

September 5, 2010

Dear Roman,

We celebrated your third birthday at the usual spot- Turtle Park. This year we shared in the celebration with your buddy Izzie whose birthday is three days before yours. A joint party that was a huge success! Good friends, pizza and cupcakes in the park. Your perfect day!

Today You Are Three

September 5, 2010

Dear Roman,
Never ever would I have believed you’d be turning 3 so quickly. Time has sure flown by faster than you can run around the house pretending to be a super hero. Reality is you are an independent boy who has made huge leaps over the last year.

On your second birthday you were still reserving your vocabulary for have to situations. I swear you only talked when you absolutely had to. I was constantly saying ridiculous things like “use your words” but by Christmas you were saying words like “astronaut” and by January you were carrying on full conversations. Now you don’t stop talking. You speak your mind and tell us exactly what you do and don’t want.

You’ve gone from a cute little chubby toddler with round cheeks all soft and cuddly to a lean boy with definition and a rock hard stomach. And forget cuddling you don’t have time for that… not that you ever really did.

You survived a move to our new house, transitioned to a big kid bed, became a big brother, learned how to ride a balance bike. You can skip, jump, hop on one foot and you entertain us with your crazy acrobatic moves all day long. You have zero interest in sitting for anything like learning the alphabet or coloring, but you can tell me all about the planets or pick up any instrument and play it like you’ve taken lessons for years.

So Happy Birthday to my astronaut/super hero/scuba diver boy. You’ve sure kept us on our toes and something tells me we’d better buckle up for another wild ride that you’re about to take us on as a three year old.