Hi. I'm a stay-at-home mom—when I'm not working. I work 'gigs' as an on-site kids sports photographer, so definitely not a 9-to-5. I've gotta say, being a full-time parent is by far the most challenging and most fulfilling job I have ever had.
Mae's daddy was laid off a couple months ago. It is so nice to have him back home from those business trips, but in the meantime... eek!
My super-awesome kid, Mae Beatrix, was born on January 19, 2010. If you have any questions, feel free to ask!
Next month is when I was planning on conceiving again. It felt like ages away when I originally planned it. But here it is, and Mae is 2 years and 4 months old, almost. She’ll be ready to be a big sister soon. It’s easy to talk, but I’m realizing how scary it is actually planning a child. We didn’t plan Mae. Honestly, that’s easier! Ha ha.
I told Joe as soon as he finds a job we can start looking at houses & have another kid. I just don’t want to be in my 3rd trimester in the Arizona summer, hence the planning.
Today, changing Mae’s poo-poo diaper, I folded it up and was putting her new diaper on. She said something that sounded like, “I do it,” and grabbed for the folded-up dirty diaper. I wasn’t sure if she was just making noises or meant to say that. (So far she’s just been saying single words to identify objects, for the most part.)
I said, “You can’t have your dirty diaper, silly. It’s icky.”
Then she said again, “Mama, I do it. Trash.” Sure enough, when I pulled her off the changing table and set her on the floor, she ran with that diaper over to the Diaper Champ, put it in and closed the hatch!
OMIGOSH. What?! You are too young to be doing this! She is only 19 months old. She surprises me every day with her exponentially growing vocabulary and thought process.
Later today, we went to a convenience store for a couple of things. I handed Mae a bottle of V8 from the refreshments fridge, and she immediately ran to the register with it, holding it up to the lady. She picks up so much, I don’t even realize it. No one is teaching her these things. She just learns. It’s baffling sometimes.
My little baby is growing up so freakin’ fast, and it is awesome.
Yesterday Mae had her first swimming lesson. She’s the youngest of 5 kids—the oldest is 4, and the next youngest is 2. The lessons are hosted at a parent’s house, in their backyard pool.
At eighteen months old, Mae has not had much exposure to structure, instructions, or rules.
She started the lesson wanting to jump and splash in the pool (she thinks she can swim—she can’t), paying no attention to anyone else. She had no idea anything else was expected of her. By the end of the lesson, she was (for the most part) actually sitting quietly and paying attention to what was going on around her, slowly picking up the structure around her.
The other kids’ parents stay inside the house during the approximately 2-hour class.
I am helping my friend and her sister teach the classes, as their other teachers/assistants bailed on them. It adds a slight hindrance to Mae’s learning process, because she keeps seeing me and expecting me to be right there for her. She’ll get over this pretty quickly, though, I’m sure. I just have to make sure I distance myself from her a bit.
She is the only kid that really seems to want to swim. The other younger kids are scared and hate going under the water, and the two-year-old girl clings and cries.
I am so glad that Mae has this opportunity to learn how to swim. In Arizona, children drown so often because there are so many pools here, and not enough kids are taught to swim at a young age. I’m also glad that Mae has this opportunity to learn structure and listening skills.
I think these lessons only go for two weeks, 4 days a week. There may be more later, though. Baby & toddler swimming lessons are so expensive, we would not be able to afford it otherwise. Honestly, I would be happy if my only payment for this job was free lessons for Mae.
I get the BabyCenter weekly email with tips and facts for Mae’s age that week. It is very informational, and I usually read most of the articles to which they provide links.
But why oh why do they suggest giving my seventeen-month-old a sandwich, or a bowl of cereal with milk, or a glass of juice?
You know what would happen if I did that? Mayhem, that’s what.
She still turns the spoon upside-down when she feeds herself. She would dump that glass of juice right on the floor. And conventional sandwiches turn into floor decor the second she gets her hands on them.
And she’s advanced for her age!