Becoming a Big Brother

If I was a betting woman, I would have placed money on Tyson not doing well with his transition to big brother. Sure, he was excited about the baby coming out of Mommy's tummy, but once the baby came home and he realized  you couldn't put it in the toy box when you got sick of it, I was pretty sure he'd tell me to put it back.

Since I had no intentions of putting her back (God, can you imagine??), I mentally cringed a little when I imagined his transition.

I guess I didn't give him enough credit.

He's pretty much the most amazing big brother a two year old can be.

He gets me diapers and burp cloths. He talks to Mila and kisses her.  She cries and he quickly says, "It's ok, Mila." He tells her he loves her before bed each night. He tries to play with her, feed her bottles and change her.

Sure, there have been moments of jealousy and a few temper tantrums (including one over not being able to wear Mila's pink headband-a moment his Daddy was incredibly proud of), but mostly? It's been like this: 

An amazing big brother and a cute little sister. I can't wait to watch their friendship grow.

Come See the World's Largest Woman Attempt To Keep Her Toddler Busy!

While I’ve been quite busy attempting to become the world’s largest woman, we’ve also managed to squeeze in a few other events in the last month or so.

Does anyone know the number to Guinness Book of World Records? Because-clearly.

 

We took Tyson to Lego Land at Mall of America. He rarely plays with his blocks at home and last year Lego Land held his attention for all of 2 minutes.  Clearly we were grasping at straws to prevent us all going to stir crazy.

What a difference a year can make. He could have easily lasted 2 hours in Lego Land this year. Cheap and easy-my kind of date.

We built a tent at home. A big one with two blankets, a table, pillows, flashlights and books.

And then we realized that Mommy was too big to fit in it, so Tyson had to read his books to himself.

We made pizza at home and watched the Superbowl.

 

See above about attempting to become the world’s largest woman.

We enrolled Tyson in a Community Ed gym class with his cousins Tyler and Brody. Last week they played Duck, Duck, Grey Duck and What Time Is it Mr. Fox? Tyson had a blast and is already excited for the next session.

Here’s hoping the physical activity will help combat any of my bad pregnancy eating habits that might have rubbed off on him. I’m not in the running for having the world’s largest toddler.

We're soaking up our last few days as a family of three and counting down the arrival to our baby girl.

And Then I Cried At Swimming Lessons

Mommy Says:

I had forgotten how awesome pregnancy hormones are. While I have been blessed with two pregnancies that (so far) have involved very little nausea or morning sickness - (thank God) - they both involved quite a rollercoaster of emotions (thank God Daddy has made it out of both first trimesters alive).

I'm really trying hard to keep a better handle on my emotions this time around. I'm trying to not letting Daddy's loud chewing bother me. I've turned the music up at dinner to drown out the noise. Also, his snoring, tossing and turning at night-I grin and bare it. I would say the irrational yelling is down tenfold. (Daddy might say differently.)

I cannot say the same thing about the crying.

I cried when we found out (happy tears, of course), I cried when I realized Tyson wouldn't be our baby anymore, I cried when Tyson wouldn't hug me goodbye one morning, I cried when the doctor had to reschedule my first appointment, I cried when I realized chocolate was my food aversion this time around seriously), I cried watching the Biggest Loser, I cried watching the Tide commercials and just last week I cried at swimming lessons.

That was rock bottom. AT swimming lessons means IN PUBLIC. Like where people could see. And I don't even have a belly to justify it at this point. I'm just a strange lady crying at swimming lessons. To make matters worse, swimming lessons are the first "big kid" activity we've enrolled Tyson in. So I'm already that parent embarrassing the crap out of their kid. I probably just got him uninvited from at least 3 two year old birthday parties. Awesome.

But, seriously? Do you see the cuteness? Does it not bring tears to your eyes too? Something about watching my little boy becoming a big boy and enjoying a sport that I loved for so long. Oh, and the pride that stretched across Daddy's face as they kicked and scooped around the pool.

I should note that Tyson loves the "ool" and we have since been to a second lesson where I managed to hold it together. I took Tyson in the second time and loved every minute of bubble blowing and splashing. Tyson seems to enjoy the activity time. He's the second youngest in the class, but all of our trips to the pool have paid off-he's definitely not afraid of the water. He's eager to put his ears in the water and loves to jump in again and again.