Chomp Chomp went the crocodile..

Little C has been challenging in more ways than one lately. Firstly, things haven't been going so smoothly in the teething department in our house. Little C has had a rough go, and I've nicknamed him my little crocodile. He's been biting and I keep getting calls from daycare saying he has bitten again. The past call I got, he had already successfully connected twice and attempted a third, all before lunch. Goodness gracious, what a little stinker! My sister bought him this awesome new book called 'Teeth Are Not For Biting'. We read it often. So far it hasn't sunk in I suppose. 

In addition to biting he's been throwing the mother of all fits when he doesn't get his way. He is testing Husband and I, trying to outlast us in the fit department to see if we will give in. After 45 minutes of a fit and timeouts and tears, he finally realized that he got his stubbornness from his parentals and we weren't going to give in. He finally did what we asked him, and was promptly rewarded with his sippy of milk that he wanted in the first place. It has been so challenging.

I posted this as my FB status the other night.

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And it is honestly SO true. Despite all fits, tears and frustrations that we all have had, I couldn't be happier. I am honestly blessed beyond measure to even have the opportunity to be this little crocodile's mother. 

Sometimes, you just need a little perspective. And God gave me a nice little nudge right when I needed it.


Happy weekend, all!

Random Fridayness

Wow this week was buuuusy. It was one of those weeks where I barely felt like I could catch my breath. There was just so much stuff to do! I feel like I was productive, so that is an added bonus. 

Camden has continued to be a fussy pants for the past two weeks at swim lessons. It's getting ridiculous. I don't know how to fix that, or why he's doing it. Unless it's the fact that he wants to be independent, and he can't yet. Only a few more weeks little C, and mommy will stick floaties on you and let you at it.

He's teething, so that isn't so fun either. He has ONE molar that is left to pop through. Which means there is only 8 to go! He has been a bit of a mess lately at school, trying to bite and at one point even being successful. I have nicknamed him 'Fangs'. I can't wait til that last tooth pops through and maybe he will quit trying to bite. He definitely hears us when we tell him no, since he repeats "no no bite" all the time. I guess it isn't sinking in. (pun intended).

Today was his last day in his current room at daycare. He is more than ready to move up and I'm excited for him to go. But at the same time, it is incredibly sad. Not only did he attach himself to his teachers in his room, but I did too! I am going to miss running into them daily, and sharing their stories, and making silly jokes. Its time to meet new friends, but I'm still so sad! The girls wrote Camden and I the sweetest note, I was glad I waited until I left to read it. I was crying in my car at the stoplight! It will be a perfect addition to his memory book. I know they were equally as attached, you'd think we were breaking up or something. Or you'd think Camden was graduating high school with the way we were all getting sentimental. :)

Camden on his last day in Weebles. Bittersweet!

So back to the whole teething thing. He was up the other night screaming for an hour, refusing to go to sleep. Nothing could console him either. When he finally passed out, I breathed a sigh of relief. But I don't know what took him so long to go to sleep! In that hour he did manage to climb out of his bed again, and pitter patter down the hall while upset. Neither Husband or I could bring ourselves to reprimand him, he was so incredibly pitiful. I'm afraid we may be moving into toddler bed time before we know it. I don't know if I am ready for that either! That is a transition I am definitely nervous about! Suggestions are definitely welcome!

Well, that's all I have for now. Since this week really wore on me, it is time to hit the sack so I have enough energy to get through the weekend without a nap. It doesn't appear naptime is going to fit into Mommy's schedule this weekend! Have a good one friends!

Llama Llama Misses Mama

My favorite time of the day is roughly about 330. That's the day when my work day is ending and I get to go pick up little man from daycare. It is by FAR my favorite time, and that's mostly because of the way I get greeted in the afternoons.

Usually he sees me, and smiles and runs over to me. every. single. day. I will be so sad when this ends one day! Lately in the mornings he just waves and smiles as I leave instead of chasing me out the door crying, so I had to take a video of what I see in the afternoons just so I'll have that reminder. (I feel like this may come to an end, sooner rather than later!)

This particular day, I decided to have my video recording on and just happened to catch this as I walked in. Ironically, I also was able to catch him kissing himself in the mirror, so I think he was shocked that I appeared as he was giving his reflection some loving. :)



I apologize for the not so good picture, it's the best my iPhone had that day! Isn't he a cutie though?

Out with the Old...

And in with the new.

{Camden's old crib at daycare}

{Camden's cubby in his new room}

{Part of the play area. It looks small but there are two other areas including little tables with chairs that they sit at to eat(chairs still buckle but they work on getting them to sit like big kids!). This also connects right to their playground area.}

I'll admit, I was in TOTAL denial about my baby moving up a room at daycare. I wanted to resist, I mean, how is it possible that my little one can do ONE nap a day? ON A COT?? Eat with a spoon? Play in the commons with the big kids? It just didn't seem possible.

I had no idea that he was going to be SO ready for it. And when I thought it would be IMPOSSIBLE to switch to one nap a day? He did it rather seamlessly and it may be the best thing ever. By the time I pick him up he has been up for about 45 minutes and had afternoon snack. So he is in an AMAZING mood and we get to play and have fun. Going to bed thirty minutes earlier isn't so much that I feel like I'm missing out on time spent with him, and I get a little bit more 'me' time. For not being a sleeper he has a decent schedule going on. He has really thrived on this schedule. He gets to go outside more and play. There is a lot more space and manipulatives. There are theme weeks. Last week was farm week. Everyday he did a related craft, sang farm songs, read farm books and had a blast. I have an adorable painted muddy pig, corn cob, tractor, cotton-balled sheep in crafts to bring home. I get such a detailed report about his day (I even know when he poops!) and what he did so I know he is in some very capable hands.

Even though I resist change, this change has been well worth it.