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Everything Tai
Apparently I didn't avoid Tai's cold after all. I'm sore-throat, mucus girl this evening. And I'm tired - though that could be from the rough sleep night last night. I need to remember to give Tai tylenol before bed since he's still working on his bottom molars. So, instead of working on my novel pages that are due tomorrow, I'm posting the bits and pieces I've been thinking about for the past few days.
Tai has started saying two words together once in a while. The other day Tom slept in the guest room (he'd been out drinking and if he comes home late and beer-full he tends to wake me up with insane levels of snoring). When Tai woke up he wondered where Tom was. I said we should go find him and called 'Where are you?' After a minute, Tai echoed me - 'Are you? Are you?' Complete with sing-song tone and shrug. I thought he just copied me, but today he was looking for me and he said, "Mama? Are you?" And then I died of the kyute.
He's singing more, and the other day when he started to play with his Little People farm he sang 'e-i-e-i-o' (of Old MacDonald) all of his own volition.
We've been going to Story Time at Red Hill books pretty regularly. It helps to push his one nap to around midafternoon so neither of us loses our mind before Tom gets home. And it's fun for him to hang out with other kids and sing songs. It's hard though - he's so exuberant. He likes to go right up to the person who is doing the story time and touch their legs or just be close. He tends to vocalize his excitement and to race back to me, sometimes barreling right through other kids. On the one hand, I want to teach him appropriate behavior (whatever that is) but I don't want to stifle his enthusiasm or make him feel like he can't be himself. I want him to have fun, to express his enjoyment. It is a story hour for kids his age, and usually the people who are leading seem to enjoy his pleasure. I've spent so much of my life worrying about doing the right thing, acting the right way, fitting in... I don't want him to be stuck with all of that fear. But I also don't want people to dislike being around him. I know this push/pull is only going to get more obvious as he gets older and goes to preschool.
I've also been reading a book about being fat in America, and one of the short essays is about the author who was told she was fat ever since she was three and four. It stuck with her, the memory of being considered fat and therefore inferior, even from such a young age. I am not saying Tai is fat - I don't believe he is. But people often comment about how big he is. Sure, he's sturdy. I never worry about him getting run over when he's in a crowd of toddlers. I do, however, want to avoid too much body commentary, even in ways that seem harmless now. For example - so many people say 'he's so big! He's going to be a football player!' This sounds good enough - but what if he grows up to be average, or smaller than average? Will he feel like he's not as good because he doesn't have that build?
I want to be aware as I bring Tai up. I want to help him to feel comfortable in his skin. It's not a feeling that's easy to come by in our culture.
Tai has started saying two words together once in a while. The other day Tom slept in the guest room (he'd been out drinking and if he comes home late and beer-full he tends to wake me up with insane levels of snoring). When Tai woke up he wondered where Tom was. I said we should go find him and called 'Where are you?' After a minute, Tai echoed me - 'Are you? Are you?' Complete with sing-song tone and shrug. I thought he just copied me, but today he was looking for me and he said, "Mama? Are you?" And then I died of the kyute.
He's singing more, and the other day when he started to play with his Little People farm he sang 'e-i-e-i-o' (of Old MacDonald) all of his own volition.
We've been going to Story Time at Red Hill books pretty regularly. It helps to push his one nap to around midafternoon so neither of us loses our mind before Tom gets home. And it's fun for him to hang out with other kids and sing songs. It's hard though - he's so exuberant. He likes to go right up to the person who is doing the story time and touch their legs or just be close. He tends to vocalize his excitement and to race back to me, sometimes barreling right through other kids. On the one hand, I want to teach him appropriate behavior (whatever that is) but I don't want to stifle his enthusiasm or make him feel like he can't be himself. I want him to have fun, to express his enjoyment. It is a story hour for kids his age, and usually the people who are leading seem to enjoy his pleasure. I've spent so much of my life worrying about doing the right thing, acting the right way, fitting in... I don't want him to be stuck with all of that fear. But I also don't want people to dislike being around him. I know this push/pull is only going to get more obvious as he gets older and goes to preschool.
I've also been reading a book about being fat in America, and one of the short essays is about the author who was told she was fat ever since she was three and four. It stuck with her, the memory of being considered fat and therefore inferior, even from such a young age. I am not saying Tai is fat - I don't believe he is. But people often comment about how big he is. Sure, he's sturdy. I never worry about him getting run over when he's in a crowd of toddlers. I do, however, want to avoid too much body commentary, even in ways that seem harmless now. For example - so many people say 'he's so big! He's going to be a football player!' This sounds good enough - but what if he grows up to be average, or smaller than average? Will he feel like he's not as good because he doesn't have that build?
I want to be aware as I bring Tai up. I want to help him to feel comfortable in his skin. It's not a feeling that's easy to come by in our culture.