This is Nathan just about every day at preschool. And to think I was a little worried that the toddler class met at the same time as the pre-K class. If not for the big kids, how would he get his chariot rides? Teacher Colleen reports that he likes to spend time with the older kids, even aside from the rides on the big tricycles. I figure it’s also a good lesson in dealing with peers, since the 4-year-olds are sometimes less willing to give him rides than we are. He’s also started imitating and reporting on things the big kids do Today he was pedaling around on his tricycle holding his toy broom, apparently as he’d seen someone do at school. And a few days ago, he was tipping over his tricycle deliberately, “just like the big boys”.
In other “Nathan is a big guy” news, he had his first dentist appointment last week. Well, technically his second since I took him to the first place I could find that was open after he knocked out his tooth, but pretty much all he allowed her to do was briefly look at his teeth, so this was the first real appointment where we attempted to get something done. The office does only pediatric dentistry, and they were ready to let him look at and touch all the equipment and give him time to get comfortable. Due to their powerful combination of friendliness and authority, she managed to get x-rays of both top and bottom front teeth (confirming that he knocked that tooth out cleanly), count his teeth (19), brush his teeth (standing up since he refused to get in the chair), and even apply a fluoride treatment. Plus he got a balloon, a sticker, a little toy car, and best of all a new toothbrush and toothpaste. He likes to remind me how the dentist brushed his teeth, and was delighted to discover that the new toothpaste was bright blue. So, this probably wasn’t what Leigh had in mind for her last day before her epic trip to India, but she was a good sport about it, and I’m especially glad she was there to hold him for the x-ray since me and my belly are not allowed near x-rays, even under the lead apron.
In baby news, I’m staring at my 5-weeks-from-now due date with disbelief. I really should buy some diapers and pack a hospital bag. We are finally close to deciding on a name, though. I was starting to feel really big, and then Nathan and I came across my weekly pregnancy pictures while looking through scrapbooks, and then I remembered what big really is. I finally went back to the gym, which made me wonder why I’m not always in the pool. The only problem is getting out. It’s so depressing walking up the steps and feeling all that weight re-settle onto my hips. On the bright side, at least I can still walk this time.
And in Nathan sleeping news…. he took a nap. And I feel very foolish about it. Because here I’ve been driving myself crazy, trying lifting him into the crib, putting up new blinds, turning off lights, latching the door, etc etc, and all that time the solution was the most obvious thing possible; a crib tent. Which we’ve had in the closet this whole time (thanks to Sara). Which I somehow had forgotten about until Jon suggested it this morning.
So when we got home from breakfast with Julia (ie, Ju-yee-lah, ie, one of Nathan’s favorite people), I set it up, with Nathan’s help of course. As soon as he realized it was a tent, he insisted on crawling under it immediately. As soon as he realized it was going on the crib, he climbed right in before I even had it half secured, he was so incredibly thrilled with this special tent we got for him. He didn’t even want to get out for a bedtime story, and insisted that I read to him through the bars with the tent zipped up, that’s how awesome this tent is. It wasn’t until I was walking out of the room that I saw a little flicker of doubt in his eyes. I shut the door, there was pause as he stood up and tested the tent, and then… MOOOOOOOMMMEEEEEE! He yelled for me to unzip the tent for about 3 minutes, then he complained for another 3 minutes, and then he fell asleep for 2 and a half hours. So I would conclude that this demonstrates that sometimes I’m smarter than a 2-year-old, except for the fact that it took me weeks to actually try using the tent.
So hopefully this will prevent the 5am trip to Mommy and Daddy’s room as well. The bug lamp on the timer was supposed to be helping there, except that this morning I caught him deliberately spinning the wheel on the timer in an attempt to manually turn on the bug lamp, thereby making it morning. Now that it’s not 5 in the morning, I can take pride in his resourcefulness, but on the whole I’d rather him be both resourceful and well-rested.