Last day of School! Today was Fraser's very last day of Toddler Group at Early Intervention since he "graduates" from the program when he turns 3, which he does this Sunday. This wasn't quite as traumatic for me (or him) as it normally would have been since Hammie will continue in his Toddler Group through the summer, so we didn't have to really say goodbye to the teachers.
This is another, however, in an increasing list of recent reminders that Fraser really is a little boy now, and no longer a baby or even a toddler. For example, last weekend Fraser insisted on peeing in the potty standing up like Daddy. This is just one of the many many many things Fraser wants to do like Daddy now. Some of these things are really pretty adorable: if he sits in a child size chair he will cross his legs by putting one foot on the opposite knee just like Andy; he insists on backing his tractor into the barn instead of pulling in forward; and he likes to have Daddy's cereal in the morning (with Cheerios underneath). Some of these things I do not find as amusing: He absolutely must wear exactly the same thing as Daddy wears. If it is 40 degrees out and Andy is in shorts, Fraser must wear shorts. If Daddy is wearing jeans Fraser must wear jeans, never mind that I just got his sweatpants on him and he was fine with them until he saw Daddy wasn't wearing his sweatpants (yes, I have already had to dig through the hamper when we have run out of clean jeans to avoid a screaming meltdown). On Sunday Fraser had a complete fit when I told him he could not wear an undershirt like Daddy because I did not have any undershirts his size. The bottom line, however, as Andy pointed out at dinner the other night, is that Andy will just try to enjoy this phase now, because he knows it won't last.
Fraser also, as you can see in the photo above, got his summer hair cut, and now simply looks older to me than he did before. Memorial Day weekend he got his first official major injury (head bleeding, lots of screaming, blood absolutely everywhere) which only little boys can get when they try to do crazy things like climb on top of the picnic table to yell through the kitchen window (and then fall off on top the uneven slate patio). Of course what really did it for Andy, and what prompted him to come in the house and say to me "Fraser really is a little boy now!" was last weekend when Fraser asked to actually start the tractor himself.
It is a bittersweet transition for me I admit. It helps that Fraser is still very cuddly and sweet a lot of the time, but I can see him changing into someone I won't be able to chase after for very long, and that does break my heart a little bit each
time I see it. Of course there are still many times during the day when he is such a freakin handful it is all I can do not to count down the days until he moves out.
Hammie is certainly no less of a handful these days, but I am willing to excuse some of his more demonic behavior on the grounds that he is still a baby and doesn't know any better. Of course it helps that he still has all these adorable baby attributes working for him. For example, he insists on calling Andy "Da-doe" instead of "Dada or Daddy" but he calls me "Mommy" without a problem. He sings the "bye bye song" repeatedly throughout the day, but at the point when you are supposed to say the name of the person to whom you are saying goodbye he always says "Jibby." He has also insists on saying "Hi!" to virtually everyone we see (unless you ask him to say hi, in which case he won't make a sound). Grocery shopping with him is a riot since he feels it is his personal responsibility to greet everyone we pass and he looks highly insulted when people don't say "Hi!" back.
So, time marches on in the McBeth household, with our share of sweet and adorable moments and screaming, crazy, "why did we want to have children again?" moments in equal measure. This morning I woke up, after a very unsatisfying night of sleep, to find both kids and all four cats in bed with us. But you know what, it won't happen forever (or hopefully every night) and this morning I just thought "This is nice. This is cuddly and sweet and loving. This is my family." (Yes, there are the dogs and fish too, but they don't fit in the bed too well).
This is another, however, in an increasing list of recent reminders that Fraser really is a little boy now, and no longer a baby or even a toddler. For example, last weekend Fraser insisted on peeing in the potty standing up like Daddy. This is just one of the many many many things Fraser wants to do like Daddy now. Some of these things are really pretty adorable: if he sits in a child size chair he will cross his legs by putting one foot on the opposite knee just like Andy; he insists on backing his tractor into the barn instead of pulling in forward; and he likes to have Daddy's cereal in the morning (with Cheerios underneath). Some of these things I do not find as amusing: He absolutely must wear exactly the same thing as Daddy wears. If it is 40 degrees out and Andy is in shorts, Fraser must wear shorts. If Daddy is wearing jeans Fraser must wear jeans, never mind that I just got his sweatpants on him and he was fine with them until he saw Daddy wasn't wearing his sweatpants (yes, I have already had to dig through the hamper when we have run out of clean jeans to avoid a screaming meltdown). On Sunday Fraser had a complete fit when I told him he could not wear an undershirt like Daddy because I did not have any undershirts his size. The bottom line, however, as Andy pointed out at dinner the other night, is that Andy will just try to enjoy this phase now, because he knows it won't last.
Fraser also, as you can see in the photo above, got his summer hair cut, and now simply looks older to me than he did before. Memorial Day weekend he got his first official major injury (head bleeding, lots of screaming, blood absolutely everywhere) which only little boys can get when they try to do crazy things like climb on top of the picnic table to yell through the kitchen window (and then fall off on top the uneven slate patio). Of course what really did it for Andy, and what prompted him to come in the house and say to me "Fraser really is a little boy now!" was last weekend when Fraser asked to actually start the tractor himself.
It is a bittersweet transition for me I admit. It helps that Fraser is still very cuddly and sweet a lot of the time, but I can see him changing into someone I won't be able to chase after for very long, and that does break my heart a little bit each
Hammie is certainly no less of a handful these days, but I am willing to excuse some of his more demonic behavior on the grounds that he is still a baby and doesn't know any better. Of course it helps that he still has all these adorable baby attributes working for him. For example, he insists on calling Andy "Da-doe" instead of "Dada or Daddy" but he calls me "Mommy" without a problem. He sings the "bye bye song" repeatedly throughout the day, but at the point when you are supposed to say the name of the person to whom you are saying goodbye he always says "Jibby." He has also insists on saying "Hi!" to virtually everyone we see (unless you ask him to say hi, in which case he won't make a sound). Grocery shopping with him is a riot since he feels it is his personal responsibility to greet everyone we pass and he looks highly insulted when people don't say "Hi!" back.
So, time marches on in the McBeth household, with our share of sweet and adorable moments and screaming, crazy, "why did we want to have children again?" moments in equal measure. This morning I woke up, after a very unsatisfying night of sleep, to find both kids and all four cats in bed with us. But you know what, it won't happen forever (or hopefully every night) and this morning I just thought "This is nice. This is cuddly and sweet and loving. This is my family." (Yes, there are the dogs and fish too, but they don't fit in the bed too well).
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