My key to survival? Keeping busy. Not the kind of busy that drives everyone crazy and hate life, but the fun kind of busy (at least most of the time). Octavian takes one nap each day, usually between noon to 2pm. This leaves us with two large time gaps to fill- the morning and afternoon. I was super lucky to meet an amazing mommy friend right after we moved to Sacramento who has a daughter just one month older than Octavian. Between playdates with them, other less regular playdates with other friends, parent participation gym class and free play, and trips to Trader Joe's and Target, Octavian and I keep busy.
This past week was no exception and was even highlighted by playdates with two new moms and their littles. Thankfully everyone was normal (you never know sometimes) and the kiddos got along as expected- wanting whatever the other kid has.
What else? Ah yes, Octavian nearly lost his mind when I wouldn't let him have full control of the bubble wand. Back in the days of sweet innocence he would just watch as I wondrously made bubbles appear like magic. Who cared how I did it, in his eyes I was super mom. But, he's adapted and now he has to do everything on his own and in his way (most importantly, the stupid bubbles). Let's just say there were brief moments I actually worried that my child was going to bite a chunk of flesh off my hand or shoulder and solve my hair cut conundrum by just pulling it all out. It was a tantrum that lasted a good 20 minutes. Toward the end he calmed down enough where I explained that when he gets really angry it's better to give me a big hug rather than bite. I think I got really lucky, because I scored lots of hugs out of him once the worst was over.
But seriously, calling all moms out there...what do you do in situations like this? This part of motherhood kinda sucks.
Octavian has turned into mr. chatterbox and I love it. I overheard him talking with his Elmo stuffed animal the other day as he was showing him his animal flashcards-
Octavian: (showing Elmo the flashcard) "cab" (crab)
Elmo: (Octavian speaking on behalf of Elmo) "Wooooooow!"
You guys, I just can't imagine it getting any better than this.
Octavian has decided breakfast is lame and won't eat until 9 or 10am. I think he is hungry but just doesn't like breakfast food. He remains on the Paleo diet, and no matter how hard I try he just will not eat more than two bites of the waffles, pancakes, french toast, oatmeal, and cereal that I've made him. Although he will happily eat sausage and blueberries until he is blue in the face (and everywhere else).
We went to dinner with Mama T (Tayler) and little Avery while our husbands went fishing. A glass of water was knocked over only once, so I'd say it was a success. I'm still in denial that Tayler starts work on Monday. Considering we see each other nearly every day, Octavian and I have no idea what we're going to do with ourselves.
I hope everyone is having a great weekend!