accepting

this post isn't really so much about tristan.

it's about kids' reaction to him.

I go to his daycare, and kids are so excited to see him. they're like
tristan!. I pick his sister up during the week from it (he goes to
another one in the week) and the woman's son is like where's tristan?

he doesn't really pay attention to the other kids most of the time. he
gets upset easy and is in his own world. you wouldn't think they'd
like him. but they do.

but part of me doesn't wonder if his infectious joy is infectious to
others, and not just his family. When he's smiling, it's like the
whole room glows.

cute

I fell asleep on the couch with the baby last night. Tristan was still
up and running around. Some time after I fell asleep, hubby wakes me
up to point out that tristan is curled up right next to us on the
chair, sleeping. He was cute. He went over there and went to sleep all
by himself. usually if he goes to sleep without coaxing he drops
wherever he happens to be - he doesn't actively curl up next to mommy
- it was cute.

lamps

Trister likes putting his arm on lightbulbs. we haven't found a lamp he can't get to so he didn't have one in his room. Just found a flourescent bulbed lamp that the bulb is incased in plastic. just had it on for a couple hrs. lamp = warm, not hot. so he probably can't brake it and he probably can't burn himself on it. score!

Spoon

I didn't have time to finish my lunch on my lunch so I took it with me. food container was disposable, spoon was not. so I threw the spoon in my purse after work. took it out when going through my purse and as soon as I pulled it out tristan comes across the room and grabs it. won't eat with them but he sure loves "eating" them - he taps them on his teeth and hits things with them to make sounds.

:pdoh:

That pulls up an icon on the pinky forum for a pinky smacking itself in the head. like "doh!"

I left the house to get the kids and neglected to take care of the preserves. shortly after I got home, I heard Tristan in the bathroom.
I figure, okay, I left it open, and he probably wants a bath.

I get in there and the top to the jam is in the bathtub and he's covered in jam.

so I give him a shower (he loves showers and baths - he's a fish)

I go looking for the jar of jam. figured he just stuck his hand in it and ate it, like usual...

My bed, which happened not to have a sheet on it at the time, is literally covered in berry preserves, and the empty jar is in the window.

Like I said :pdoh:

At least he had fun.

sneaky boy pt 2

Lily was happy. Tristan came over by her and sat next to her. He said something that sounded suspiciously like 'cuddle cuddle'. I went to reach for the camera. Then Neal goes, he's got her pacifier. He grabbed it and got up and walked away....

Stepping back

I found this here: http://www.purdue.edu/UNS/html4ever/0007.Corbetta.babybrain.html

"August 2000

Researchers look at brain and behavior
development in infants

WEST LAFAYETTE, Ind. – Taking two steps forward sometimes requires a step back when it comes to babies' motor development, according to ongoing research at Purdue University.

"These findings indicate that as a baby learns a new skill, such as walking, the brain appears to reorganize itself, resulting in a temporary developmental step backward," says Daniela Corbetta, a professor of kinesiology and health science and director of Purdue's Infant Motor Development Laboratory."

Taken out of context, Tristan didn't exactly step forward normally after stepping back. He didn't show any signs until he started really walking (15 month-ish)... at 18 months, he was about 6 months behind... and now, at 3, well he's a little bit further along.

At least he seems to be consistently stepping forward now. I'm so glad he's in school.

 

Coins

Tristan likes to suck on coins, so we have to try to keep them away from him. Well, he found some today. I went over to him and held my hand under his chin and he dropped them out of his mouth into my hand (I know, yuck, but I gotta do it). Well he's got two back up quarters in his left hand ready to replace them. so I had to grab those to before he got those in his mouth. sneaky little guy.

Long night

Apparently at some point after Dad put Tristan to bed (I'd attempted to turn in early, but this didn't work out), Lola went to the bathroom (they share a room - we live in a 2 bdrm apt) and Tristan came out of the bedroom. Tristan proceeded to be very unhappy and crying. So neither Neal or I got any sleep. Neal tried feeding him some of a snack he'd made for himself. I made him numerous sandwiches, tried putting a dvd on in his and Lola's bedroom, let him sleep at the foot of our bed with the fan on. He fell asleep. but as soon as I moved him from our bed so that we could sleep in it, he woke up and proceeded crying again. We moved the fan into the living room so that he could sleep out there and be near the fan. Still didn't help. Ultimately we ended up putting him in the shower, as that seems to calm him. at the point he was almost asleep in the shower I took him out made him a sandwich and he finally went to sleep. It was well after 4 AM at this point. Then Lily started crying as soon as he was asleep (luckily she's made happy if I just feed her, so I was able to get a couple of hours of sleep in). I'm buying another fan for Tristan today. Maybe he'll be more likely to sleep in his room then.

Fishboy

Tristan loves the water

Sister

around the time he was peering through the blinds, Lily and I were on the couch. I was on the computer, and turned towards Lily to find Tristan between the wall and the arm of the couch gently stroking Lily's face with the back of his hand.

Kissing hands and peering outside

Tristan was eating in his highchair and I think it was when i brought him seconds or something to drink but he pointed at my mouth and touched it with his finger, so I obliged, and opened it. Then he stuck the back of his hand near my mouth (he does this with his own face frequently - he used to bite his hand). I had no clue what he was doing. every time I closed my mouth, he used his finger to try to open it. the only thing I could think of is he was trying to imitate the drs office, when they were trying to check his throat. they had tried opening his mouth with the popsicle stick thing (can't remember what it's called right now). Eventually I just kissed the back of his hand. So then he kept waving his hands toward me for a kiss.

Later, he was separating the blinds to watch some kids outside. Thought it was cute. Especially because he rarely pays attention to other children. He moved before I could get a pic.

dancing

Tristan likes spinning, running around things and spinning things (not sure if this is typical or a stereotype, but I've heard that's normal)

Last night he took a 2 liter of pop and balanced it on its top and started dancing and singing around it.

tonight he grabbed  lipstick and was holding it up in the air and dancing around it.

he's such a cutie pie.

strength

Took Tristan to urgent care Thursday night, so they could tell me he doesn't have chicken pox (school needed me to check because of a mild rash he had - he has sensitive skin)

Had the second Dr tell me he has a daughter w/ autism (first was Lily's er dr). 

Tristan had fallen asleep in the car and was not happy when he got woken up to have his throat checked (he slept through everything else), so he was crying

Dr. asked me where I find the strength. I never know what to say when ppl ask that. I just explained he's normally fairly good natured. but honestly, yes, he's a handful. but he's my son. there isn't strength. it just has to be done. I need to be there for him. Just like I need to be there for Lola and Lily. and frankly I think I'm not doing the greatest job. he deserves better. There's no strength to it at all. I just do it. I wish I could bring myself to do better. I love him.