I’m back. The 5 days flew by. I blinked and they were gone. Evaporated. I’m sad.
But we did have a wonderful time. My 82 year old grandmother and her husband came up from Arizona and stayed from Wednesday night to Sunday morning. My grandmother is still so sharp and clever and funny- it gives me a lot of hope for my father and for me in our old age. I hope she outlives her mother, who was in her mid-90′s when she passed. I really want Cole to get to know her. She’s one of my favorite people.
My lovely sister and her son were also there. It was great to see my sister, but we are so comfortable with each other that it feels like we don’t really take advantage of the times we get to see each other. I saw her for a few days, but I still miss her as much as if I hadn’t seen her at all.
It was a little tougher seeing my nephew. He’s a brilliant kid- so precocious. He’s funny and can be so sweet. But, being 4 1/2, he’s also not so good at sharing with his little 13 month old cousin, Cole. He mildly terrorized Cole all weekend- not because he’s mean, just because he’s kind of jealous and a bit controlling. I knew Cole had had enough when he started fighting back. Spencer tried to take a toy away from Cole and Cole shrieked, shook his head violently, and ripped the toy back out of Spencer’s hands. Then I tried to give Cole a quick bath and Spence decided to join, which I thought would be fun (I remember playing in the bath with cousins and other kids and we had a great time) until Spencer climbed in and Cole started crying. Cole has NEVER cried in the bathtub. Not even the first time I bathed him. Just NEVER. Poor kid was enjoying some alone time with his mommy and having Spencer come in was just too much. Cole has been having little nightmares ever since. He’ll be sleeping when all of a sudden he’ll arch his back and cry until I touch him or move him.
I think they’ll be able to be friends eventually, but their ages are just too different right now. Cole can’t move fast enough for Spencer and Spencer’s still a little too rough for Cole. I hope time can change that. Neither will probably have siblings, so they may be the closest family either one has someday.
Cole had a big weekend in other ways, too. He now is fully walking. That’s all he wants to do. He walks across the room, turns around, and walks back. He walks in stores. He tries to step up and down stairs. What’s more, he can now stand up by himself with nothing around. No more scaling, no more pulling up- all by himself. He’s truly a toddler. The running will come next.
His vocabulary exploded. He’s amazing. My mom says that he can say almost as many words as I could when I was 18 months old. He’s moving SO fast. He used signs for the first time, too. He now uses the sign for hat and food. I know that he understands signs, but it was the first time he actually used them.
And he’s willful. Ugh. I’m finally getting what I deserve, it seems. We had a couple of shrieking episodes in the last couple of days. He was shrieking, not me, though I wouldn’t have been too far behind if it had continued much longer. He cries when his expectations are thwarted, when he doesn’t get to do when he wants, when we make him do things he doesn’t want. He’s finally a person! Who expresses preferences! It’s really cool when I think about it abstractly. Not quite as cool when he’s having a meltdown in the middle of the store.
I think he’s at that stage (or, rather, one of those stages) where he understands and wants to do more than he can express or actually do. I think he’s incredibly frustrated. I try to keep that in mind when dealing with his tantrums. It’ll get better, I’m sure. Then it’ll probably get worse again, but that’s what growing up is about.
We took some really nice pictures while my grandma was here. They are so nice that I’ll actually put some up of me as soon as I remember to bring the disk in. I haven’t liked pictures in a while, so that was a nice change.
We had turkey and all the good stuff (stuffing cooked out of the bird for me because I’m a freak about food poisoning). I didn’t eat too much. No, really. I had one normal portion plate and let it go at that. I maybe snacked a little too much, but I never felt stuffed. It was nice. Not making myself sick on Thanksgiving- how novel! Cole enjoyed actually getting to eat with us this year. The peas were a big hit, as was the stuffing.
Strangely, I feel like I didn’t get enough pie or turkey leftovers. Usually I can’t think about eating more of any leftovers after Thanskgiving, but this year they were used up so quickly. I could really go for a turkey sandwich with cranberry sauce (homemade only!) right about now. Mmmmm. And some stuffing. And a little pumpkin pie with whipped cream.
I’m so hungry.
It was a great holiday and I’m really warming up to the idea of Christmas this year. Last year Christmas was a very sad time because I couldn’t be with my extended family. This year we will be together, and that’s what I really want for Christmas. Presents are just a nice bonus.
Wait- I just realized what I REALLY want right now. Pumpkin pancakes. O Yummy! Oooh- tummy growling. It is very angry with me for not giving it pancakes. Send pancakes fast before it eats me instead!
(It also seems that I’ve been tagged, but that will have to wait a bit because I should really do something while at work today. Silly, I know.)