Three years old!!!

Where does the time go? E turned three and it's hard for me to believe. On the one hand, I am impressed by how quickly these past 3 years have flown by. And at the same time, I'm floored by how independent a three year old can be. Quick recap - 3 yrs ago E was born - totally dependent on his parents/caregivers for everything. Within 8 months he began to crawl - gaining mobility. He also learned quickly how to express his pleasure/displeasure to properly motivate his parents to please him/meet his needs.

By 15 months, he walked. And we learned then that his personality is such that he is hesitant to try ANYTHING new unless he is ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN he can do it perfectly on the first try. No cruising, no toddling - just crawling for 15 months until one day he popped up, followed his father to bathroom, and never looked back (on Independence Day, no less).

The second year brought the power of speech - by 20-21 months he was forming full sentences (albeit short ones) and by his second birthday he was able to completely communicate his needs/wants. He also moved out of his crib and into a twin bed at 27 months.

This last year - especially these last 4-5 months - E transitioned from a toddler to a full-fledged boy! (sniff sniff). True to himself, he still gets through the big changes with ease - potty training was unexpectedly a breeze - almost too easy, in that he is "night training" himself and wakes up to go potty - those nights I wish he'd just wet a diaper; even though he goes into the bathroom and pulls his pants up/down by himself, we try to get up with him to manage the messiness. This last year also includes a failed attempt at preschool - 7 months in he was still crying a lot and it was just not worth it. So in March we pulled him out. Though now, this past month, I think he's finally ready. We're excited for him to start Waldorf in the fall!

All in all, Eamonn still loves books, still loves the outdoors, he is VERY talkative with an average of 6-7 words per sentence (really - they test this stuff!) which we often take for granted. His sense of humor is starting to emerge, too, and he makes me laugh every day. In fact, this prompts me to end with a recent "Eamonn story" -

We are ripping out the wall between our dining/living rooms - to prepare, we've packed up/moved out a lot of furniture and the rooms are pretty bare - leaving plenty of room for Eamonn to run around in a circle and yell "WOO HOO" over and over (a game he invented himself). As I put him down to nap yesterday, he got up and told me he had to go to the bathroom. As we got into the bathroom he said -

"Mama - this is how it is - I'm going to poop and then I'm going to run around the living room and yell 'WOO HOO' ONE MORE TIME and then I'll take a nap. OK? That is how it's going to go."

I looked at him and burst out laughing. I was bent down to help him undress, so once I started laughing, he grabbed my face with both his hands (I love when they do this - it's so darn cute), turned it to the side, and whispered in my ear:

"I'm going to yell 'WOO HOO' in the living room ONE MORE TIME - and then I'll take a nap - that's how it is."

Maybe it's just me, in which case I'm still glad I wrote this down, but I was HYSTERICAL. Sometimes parents just have to let things slide.

Happy St Patty's Day (a wee bit early)

This picture prompted me to get our little boy out of diapers. It's funny - he is SUCH an easy kid when it comes to the bigger transitions (to bed, potty)...
we're riding the potty train and so far, it's been a breeze! And it's amusing to me how rewarding these little victories can be. More on the potty train soon...

Things Eamonn has said this week that I want to remember

"Mama, will you marry me?" Huh?

In the car (without me prompting/noticing what he sees): "Oh. Cool. Mama, that's cool. They're building a new building. They're buillllldinggggg a new builllldinngggg. See, Mama? See those cranes?"

"Mama/Dada, Stop talking." Not proud of that one, but we hear it a lot.

Driving by downtown on the freeway - (yelling) "HI DADA! WE'RE GOING TO CORONADO! WE'RE GOING TO CORONADO PARK!"

Coming home - "Hiiiiiiiii Shep. Hiiii Shepper-weppers" (I melt)

Looking up towards the sky - (yelling) "HI FREDDY! WE'RE PLAYING CARS, FREDDY!" (I melt)

They have been making Valentines for the parents in class and, according to his preschool teacher, Eamonn is the only kid in his class that, the first time she asked him what his Valentine should say, chimed up "I love Mama and Dada" (rather than "I love my trucks, lollipops, swimming, etc.") We're doing something right.

And I come home from a work function tonight and manage to sneak in a kiss before he had fallen asleep. "Mama, where'd you go?" Me: "I had a meeting with Miss Kitty (coworker); why - were you upset?" E: Silence for a minute; then he rolls over onto his side "It's O-K Mama; It's O-K" Then: "Want you to sing ONE MORE song" *He's into bargaining - I had not sung any - but he's so used to asking for one more anything it creeps in often.

And lately - every morning now - he gets out of bed and bursts into our room with one of two phrases:

"I have stinky pants!" or "You need a diaper change!"

It's the little things...

This week our neighbors began an exciting project!


Both Eamonn and Shep were captivated. What could it be?


A huge cement mixer pulled into our cul-de-sac alley...


And laid the foundation for a swim spa!

That prompted Eamonn to get right down to work.

Introducing......SHEP!

We (I) made it 3 days without a dog (it felt like an eternity!). We (I) had been monitoring the pug rescue site contemplating a friend for Freddy, and so I inquired about one dog I had been eyeing - turns out he was being cared for less than 2 miles from our home! So we met him and the rest is history...

Shep will turn 6 on February 13th. He is 25 pounds and by far the best-looking dog I've ever owned (non-pug-lovers hold your tongues). He doesn't shed, smell or bark! But apparently he is very attached to his new mama - perhaps because I picked him up first? They TELL me (Greg, nanny, backup babysitter...) that when I leave the house Shep goes to the door and howls. For a while. Even though there are other people home. So we are contemplating another pug playmate for him. Stay tuned!

They grow up so fast...

Beloved Freddy

Freddy lived 8 of his 10 years with us. He put up with Bella, our crazy schedules and the "intrusion" of a new human being into our lives. I always said he'd make a great dolly for a kid someday - he would let you do ANYTHING to him and he never complained. He just wanted to be loved. He was a real hit at the vet's office - so much so that our doctor painted a portrait of him and hung it in her lobby. For the past three years we've enjoyed Fred's celebrity every time we had an appointment - people always asked "is that the dog from the painting?" I think the tongue gave it away.

Freddy was a cool dog. A good friend once called him "Henry" - and when I corrected her, she said "whatever - I mean the one with problems." Unlike Bella, who was an atypical pug with absolutely no health issues, Freddy had issues. He had eye meds, skin meds, ear meds; antibiotics, steriods, flea prevention stuff (3 types) ....but he was adorable in my eyes.

During a party he would walk into the middle of a circle of adults talking, flip over onto his back with all four legs in the air, and just stay....for a long time....without moving.....occasionally his eyes would look around (upside down)....but he figured if he waited long enough, someone would bend down and scratch his belly.

If a new person met him and showed interest, he'd immediately flop over on his side and bare his big fat belly - ready to be scratched.

He also had this move we dubbed the "Stevie Wonder" - if you found the right spots to scratch at the base of his tail, he'd move his head from side to side very slowly.

I'll remember Freddy laying out on our brick path in the sun, ever-so-much resembling a beached whale. His tongue, of course, will remain his trademark. After long walks it would be dilated, and if you got his attention he would stop panting for a minute, cock his head ala pug, and sometimes the tongue would get caught in his teeth so that it hung out the side of his mouth. I never did get a good photo of that look.

Freddy died this morning after surgery last night to unblock his intestines. He did very well through the surgery and at night, but threw a clot to his lung this AM at the hospital and passed away suddenly.

I will miss him terribly. Bye, bye, dear Fre-Fre (Eamonn's nickname for him). You were the BEST dog for us.