Really, that’s all I have to say today. :pulls out hair:
CJ is 3 1/2. He’ll be 4 in June. This is insanity.
But that’s all he says about it. Have him not wear a diaper, he just pees on things. Endlessly. And tells you how he not want to use the potty.
Maybe duct tape…. 
I’ll have more to say tomorrow. For today, CJ’s words just speak for themselves.
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Matt had his meeting with the nutritionist today and came home with a seven day meal plan.
It has fish.
It has beans.
It has yogurt.
And no doritoes.
To say he is disappointed would be an understatement. Scared is a more accurate depiction of his general frame of mind. And I’m a little scared too - it doesn’t tell me how to cook anything, just says things like “4 oz Flounder”. Flounder? Um… well… okay. Flounder.
I really am going to try. I will give this my best shot. I’m nervous about how much all the fish will cost, and how little Matt will eat of what I prepare, and how much he might whine. But we’re going to try. He’s already whining and the meal plan doesn’t start until next Monday.
Please, wish us luck.
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As CJ’s been regularly attending a preschool designed to help him conquer his speech delay, his language has been vastly improving, both the amount he communicates and the complexity with which he does so. This has been really exciting to watch and hear and I am all for increasing his level of communication. My sincere hope is that by the time he starts kindergarten, he won’t just be at par with the other children but above the norm.
I realized today, however, that clear and forthright communication has its disadvantages too. When I was putting his coat on him for school in the morning, I decided it was finally just too small for him to wear any longer. I told CJ that his coat was too small and I was going to get his bigger one for him to wear. The too-small coat is a size 4, and the next coat I have for him is not a 5, but a 6. I didn’t find a size 5 coat this year in my yard sale shopping. So I tried the 6 on him, but it is just a little too big in the sleeves. I decided it would work okay, and started to pull his hands through the sleeve openings when CJ starts emphatically saying “No, mommy, too big. TOO BIG. No coat, too big.” Although I wasn’t convinced, I gave in and took the coat off him, thinking to myself there is only another month or so of winter before he can wear spring-weight jackets, I’ll just make do with the smaller one until then.
But CJ had other plans. The other? “TOO SMALL. No, mommy, no coat! Coat small, no.”
It is 30 degrees out, I can’t send him in a jean jacket, a sweatshirt, or a hoodie. I guess I’ll be scouring Goodwill and the clearance racks to see if I can find a size 5 coat. Too bad I planted the too small idea in his head without thinking it through first.
It is great he’s talking though. If only he weren’t so opinionated.
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I have to admit, I’d never been to the circus before taking CJ with his class on Friday. And apparently in my brain, I had this idealized idea of what a circus was like - the lights, the animals, the trapeze - and it was very exciting.
Well, honestly, I wasn’t excited, and neither was CJ. He liked a few of the acrobatic performances (but certainly not all of them) and the animals, he really was not thrilled with. He mostly wanted to climb on his seat and play with his balloon. I can’t blame him, because I was pretty bored myself. The acts just weren’t exciting, and I felt bad for the bears. They looked sad.
During the tiger act (about 2/3rds of the way through the show), CJ asked to go to the car, and so we did. We didn’t even get to see the elephants. And the elephants were what I thought CJ’d like the best. But he wanted to go, and so we did.
I don’t think another circus trip is in our immediate future.
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I didn’t know the making fun of your sister started so early.
Alexa has started walking. She doesn’t walk all the time, and it isn’t her primary mode of transportation yet (that’s still crawling), but she does walk from thing to thing or just randomly. But she’s got the classic baby walk - arms outstretched, stiff legs, swaying side to side, not very steady.
CJ will see her doing this and get all excited. At first it was cute - he’d point at Alexa and yell “Look! Baby walking! Baby walking!” But now… it is not so cute. CJ gets right behind her, stretches him arms out at his sides, sways side to side and walks stiff-legged behind her (in a fairly good imitation) saying “Look mommy, I baby walking! I baby walking!” Honestly, he looks just like a frankenstein.
And then he laughs and laughs and laughs.
Good thing Alexa’s too young to understand he’s making fun of her. I don’t think she’d put up with it.
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