Sep 26 2006


I just purchased this awesome tricycle for Cole for his birthday.

The Kettler Kettrike Air Happy with Push-Bar (I added on a seat belt, a basket, and a bell for just a little more). It really is a very cool trike, but damn. It’s pricey. My parents are going to chip in some, but still… My tummy hurts just a little.

Why buy such a pricey trike for Cole? For one, it should last him until he’s at least 4, maybe 5. It can hold up to 400 pounds and I really don’t think he’ll ever get that big. The limiting factor will be height. Secondly, it is so well made. It’s made in Germany and is constructed like a bicycle made for an adult. It is virtually indestructable. Thirdly, every, and I mean EVERY, review was so glowing. You’d think that these parents had been paid to say these nice things. And even if they were, they can pay me too and I’ll say nice things and offset the astounding price of the trike!

I don’t think Cole will be getting much from us for Christmas, though. Maybe some socks.

Sep 26 2006

C’mon. Do it for Mama!

It’s amazing. As soon as I start to worry about Cole not meeting some developmental step, he meets it.

For example, yesterday I was reading that babies his age should be able to understand and follow simple commands, such as “Give Mama the spoon.” I really didn’t think that he could do that and I started to worry that we weren’t working with him enough, that his verbal skills weren’t developing properly, yaddayaddayadda…

And then, when we were riding home in the car, he closed his cell phone- his favorite toy right now- and couldn’t get it open again. I said “Give the phone to Dada” and… he did. He just calmly handed over his phone to be opened by John.

So why do I continue to worry, when every time he puts my fears to rest? Well, I guess it’s because I’m a Mom. The capacity for illogical fear and worry was formed in me at the very instant I found out that I was pregnant, and it has grown exponentially since.

My current fears:
That Cole won’t learn to use utensils by himself.
That he’s allergic to milk.
That he’s becoming a spoiled brat.
That his teeth are rotting.
That he’ll never really learn to fall asleep by himself.
That he hasn’t formed an attachment to a “lovey.”
That he’s lonely.

That covers some of the current big ones.

So tell me, am I alone? I don’t think I am. What are some of your current fears for your children? Let’s share, so that we can tell each other that we’re just being silly and that all of our children are the most perfect beings on earth. Because they are, aren’t they?