Friday, August 28, 2009

Thumb Sucking No More

Zoe, like all babies, when you were born you had a powerful urge to suck. Nursing was good, so was your thumb or a pacifier if offered. Over time, you continued to suck your thumb at nap time or bed time as you were falling asleep. The pediatrician said it was no big deal and not to worry about it until you were two. Two came and went. At two, we went to the dentist. The dentist said it was no big deal and not to worry about it until you were three. Three came and went. Another trip to the dentist, and she said it was no big deal and not to worry about it until you were four.

Thumb sucking definitely bugs me, but I've done my best to ignore it and not mention it unless you bring it up. One day, while commuting together to work, Scott reminded me that adults don't suck their thumbs and not to worry about it. We glanced over at the car next to us at that moment, and the 40+ year old woman was passionately sucking her thumb on her commute in to work. Ok, most adults don't continue to suck their thumbs.

About three weeks ago, you began sucking your thumb more often. I wondered if you were getting more nervous about something and needed more soothing or if the habit was just becoming more regular. I called the dentist to schedule your four year old appointment and while on the phone I asked if she was really going to start pushing for us to work on it this year or not. She suggested that if you showed any interest, we should try to stop now.

I asked you if you had any interest in stopping thumb sucking before school starts and before your next dentist appointment. You immediately said "YES!" You were excited to not suck your thumb like many of your friends. You wanted to tell your new teacher and the dentist that you don't suck your thumb. You wanted to, most of all, paint your nails. This was all a surprise to me. I thought you'd say "No way!" and I'd be waiting to see if the dentist said anything.

We agreed that it was going to be a hard habit to break, and we talked about all the ways that people may try. I also told you the story of how my dad helped me to stop biting my nails. It took him several more years to kick the habit he was working on, but I stopped biting my nails right away.

The next day, I asked if you still wanted to try. Again, "YES!" So, I asked how you wanted to try. You replied, "first, let's try the yucky polish, then gloves, then mittens, then thumb guard."

So, a friendly neighbor offered me her bottle of yucky polish called Mavala (which I am totally plugging here because it is awesome), and we were on our way. You were immediately inspired because the little girl that had owned the Mavala was giving it away because she didn't suck her thumb anymore.

We made a chart together that covered a one week period. We agreed that I would do it with you because sometimes I bite my cuticles and we both wanted to keep our hands out of our mouths. Each morning, we signed our names on the top of the chart under the day of the week, and then we polished our nails with the yucky polish. You polished your own and then I gave them a once over. At lunch time, we got stickers and drew smiley faces if we'd kept our hands out of our mouths and then we got to repaint our nails. Same routine at bedtime.

Each day, you were so excited to paint your nails and get stickers and smiley faces. You seemed so much more relaxed. You had replaced thumb sucking with a greater sense of control it seemed. You wanted to show everyone your painted nails insisting that the clear yucky polish looked kind of pink. On the counter, we kept the bright red polish that you chose as the polish we would use on Friday when we finished the chart and had a week of keeping our hands out of our mouth.

From the beginning, you were eager, on board, and very motivated. I only saw you try to put your thumb in your mouth a couple of times followed by lots of spitting and requests for milk because the polish tasted so badly. You thought it was funny though and didn't seem irked. Afternoon nap time was a little tough in that it was hard for you to fall asleep, but bed time at night was no problem and by the end of the week nap time went smoothly too.

It's been a week. You are thumb sucking-free and seem very proud about it. Congratulations Zoe!
P.S. - For anyone who has ever tried to make a change, you know that it can be really tough. Shortly after this photo was taken, when we cuddled up to say goodnight, you asked when you could have your thumb back. You sounded sad, and I told you we could take the polish off and you could have your thumb back. Then you decided you'd rather keep the polish on until you had a chance to show some friends.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Mia - 19 months

Mia, this month just flew by! We were so busy, in fact, that I have almost no pictures to show for it. This photo captures the gist though. You love to laugh, crawl up on all furniture, read books, and hide gadgets (seen tucked away here under the blanket that Grandma Barbara made for you).

We probably had so much time for fun summer activities because you gave up your morning nap this month. Now you and Zoe both nap around 1 or 2 in the afternoon leaving the whole morning open.

You kicked off the month with a visit from Grandpa Steven and Grandma Bette. Later that week you had your well visit at the pediatricians office and shocked us all when you didn't cry at either vaccine. No comment on whether or not I did.

This month you continued music class and seemed to enjoy it, but weren't overly enthused. A little boy in the class routinely brought in big toys, snack and drinks and these were a constant distraction for you. I can't blame you either. The nature center programs were a bigger hit.

You spent a lot of time in the pool this month, and especially liked to see how many floats you could stack up around your waist. At first, this meant lots of face plants in the water whenever you lost your balance, but now you rarely fall in the little pool.

We also finished the Georgetown Early Learning Project (university research project that we had started a few weeks earlier). I noted in an earlier post how surprised I was with your language development. Well, by the time the researchers came back to meet you, I think your word count doubled. I had to keep redoing the paperwork because you added so many words each day. The other surprise was how cuddly you were with the two young girls. You instantly laid in their laps and snuggled your head in their arms while they read and played with you. This of course highlights that you sat still, which you rarely do on other occasions.

One of your newer interests is our play kitchen. You routinely take out the step stool in the upstairs kitchen, carry it down the two steps and put it next to the play kitchen. You balance on top so you can reach the microwave and will open and close it over and over again. If it weren't for watching you teeter toter on the step stool and rock the kitchen back and forth precariously, I'd probably enjoy this game too.

Happy 19th month Mia.

Love you,

Mom

Friday, August 21, 2009

Well isn't that so

Tonight, we're in the car and Zoe asks Scott for something. No big deal. We're all chatting and singing and Scott easily tells her that she'll have to wait a minute or something benign like that. Zoe responds in a sing-song way, "You get what you get and you don't get upset."

Apparently it was something she picked up at camp earlier in the summer. It seems like something I could get some mileage out of later. Let's see...dinner she's not too fond of..."well Zoe, you get what you get and you don't get upset"...or maybe a new shirt that she thinks is disastrous?? Useful options are limitless. On second thought, how would I respond if Scott said that to me? Hmmm...

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Time Travel

Zoe has been trying to grasp all aspects of time lately. She talks a lot about days of the week and tries to sort out how long it will take to get from an event one day to another later in the week. She wants to understand the distance between months so she can anticipate holidays, vacations, birthdays, etc. And, she wants to understand her place in time, talking a lot about when she was born, when Mia was born, etc. We look through a lot of photo albums of different trips and talk about where she was at that time. It has been tough to explain that she wasn't here yet in some of them, but I think she's understanding.

Our conversations while looking through the photo albums often go like this:

Zoe: Remember when I was a teeny, tiny baby in your tummy and we traveled far, far away. (referring to trips Scott and I took to Africa and Europe while pregnant with her)

Mom: Right, and then we traveled with you when you were born, and then we traveled with you while Mia was in my tummy, and then we traveled with both of you.

Today she added the following:

Zoe: But if you have another baby we would need another car seat because you can't drive with a baby on the roof.

Ok, so maybe she is not thinking so much about time travel after all? I have no clue where this came from.

Friday, August 14, 2009

Update and Deep Thoughts

First, an update on Mia. Today you are officially done with your morning nap. I thought it would go away a few months ago, but it was clearly needed until now. I figured as soon as you didn't sleep 3 mornings in a row, we would agree that you were officially done. Looking forward to longer outings this weekend!

You also participated in the Georgetown Early Learning research study this week, which you seemed to really enjoy. I thought you may be timid around strangers who wanted to ask you questions and read to you, but you instantly left me and went and sat in one of their laps. I've begun to catalogue for them the words that you use. I'm up to 100. That's a lot of words. I don't know if they need to know that one of your favorites is "yuck!"

And Zoe, my favorite times with you are driving in the morning to school/camp and going to bed at night. We have the best talks and cuddles. Today, you surprised me when we drove by a man and you pointed and shrieked, "that man has no hair up on top!" I apparently failed miserably in my attempts to explain this phenomenon to you because at first you started repeating that we "get bald when we get old" and then you started pointing at anyone with thinning/no hair and saying "that man is very, very, very old and bald." If any of you see my child, please feel free to take a pass at explaining baldness. Please also, if you are bald or thinning in the hair department, don't be offended if my child points at you and shrieks that you are "very, very, very old and bald."

The real surprise though came later when out of the blue you said, "mommy, grown-ups don't die do they?" I tear up when I write it or think about it. I asked what you had been thinking about because I wasn't quite sure yet how I wanted to respond. You replied that "we had a cat named Franklin who died, and Chloe is very old and she's going to die." Oh dear. I don't know how these things manifest in your mind and churn and churn. I hope I find the right words at the right time.

PS- Some friends have posted photos of their kids at similar ages and it's amazing how
similar they look. I never did this because to me, Zoe and Mia look very distinct. But I
was just scanning through some old cell phone photos and found this of Zoe. It is a spot
on replica of Mia today. Amazing.




Sunday, August 9, 2009

Zoe Speak

Tonight, as we're getting ready for bed, Zoe takes off all her clothes and leaves them in a pile. I look at them and realize that there is only one sock.

Mom: Zoe, where's your other sock?

Zoe: Mom, I'm not discussing socks right now.


Later, when I went in to kiss her good night after Scott read some books with her.

Zoe: Mom, I'm very proud of you. I'm happy.

Mom: What are you so happy about.

Zoe: I'm happy about everything that you do.

I have no idea what inspired that, but I'll take it. I'm bottling it and storing it on a shelf for a rainy day. Thank you Zoe. A winning comment after a long day.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

All Grown Up

Zoe has begun to talk a lot about "when I'm bigger." She wants to wear clothes my size, go to work and have an office, and on and on. I don't have the heart to tell her that those things aren't all they're cracked up to be.

But mostly, she wants to drive. That I can understand. The freedom. The flexibility. We have talked about when she'll drive and where she'll go. At first I offered that she may drive at age 16 or 17. But much to my great pleasure, she thinks that 20 is a more reasonable age to drive. I completely agree. I promised her I would write it down so that we'd both remember that we were in agreement that she could start driving when she was 20 years old.

Where does she want to go? She wants to borrow daddy's car to drive to the store to get flip flops. In the photo above, she is doing a curtsy in proud display of her new flip flops.

Friday, August 7, 2009

Born in the Caul

Today I read a post on my midwife's page about a recent birth she attended. It reminded me of a special detail from both Mia and Zoe's births that I failed to mention in either of your birth stories or anywhere else. So, here's a quick mention.

You were each born in the caul. This means that you were born with your bag of waters in tact, and they needed to be broken after delivery. On my midwife's page, she wrote: "...it doesn't happen very often. Babies born in the caul are thought to be extra perceptive or even a bit magical in many cultures."