Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Todlesworth Tuesday: The Terrifying Tribute to Toddlesworth Turning Two

 
 By Both of Us, Switch offs notated by (Lord) and (Lady)

(Lord) Little Lord Toddlesworth was led to a broken old wooden latticed door covered in caution tape.  "Zombies": read the caution tape, " Keep out":  It was just as he suspected.  "Sarey Som-bies" were indeed present.  The Intrepid Toddler knew his lead was correct.  Gingerly he pushed the cracking door open.  Inside, hanging plastic obscured his entryway.   Tables and chairs were scattered across his pathway, making for only one narrow entrance.  A thick fog pushed its way toward him. "Indoor Fog? What the deuce?', he wondered.  Somewhere beyond the fog, he could hear children weeping...    His first instinct was that he wanted none of this: that he should return from whence he came immediately.  Steeling his courage, and as if guided by an invisible hand, he pressed on into the darkness...

This, more or less, is the experience I hope that Toddlesworth had upon entering the room for his 2nd birthday party.  As he has been obsessed with zombies over the last few months, we thought it best to have this theme for the party.

The party food was elaborate and lovely.

Saturday, December 28, 2013

Vegan Celebrations, Thanksgiving and Christmas

I had planned to do this post for Thanksgiving, but between  Thanksgiving and Toddleworths' birthday party, my camera was stolen. It was crushing to me not only because I'm a generally overly trusting individual, but because I had not downloaded any pictures I had taken in October and November, including some Thanksgiving pictures, but more importantly some cute pictures of Toddles.
In any case, I gave the universe the finger by spending a bunch of 'fun money' and buying an even better camera. Some pictures below are the Thanksgiving pictures we had on various phones, and some are Christmas with my new camera.


Here is our stuffing, bread piles ready for toasting and the finished product. In times past we have gone so far as to make bread from scratch that we immediately process into stuffing.  Eventually, Lord Covington decided he would rather have cornbread stuffing. Since I don't like cornbread stuffing, it works out fine that we make two versions and his cornbread stuffing is gluten free. We haven't used a recipe in years, but the ingredients usually involve tons of mushroom, veggie broth, celery, onions (omitted from his), and sometimes extras are thrown in like almonds.  This year, I was lazy and used store bought bread.

Friday, December 27, 2013

Toddlesworth Tuesday: The End of Toddlesworth?

By Lord Covington

We have been super busy with work lately. (So busy that we haven't done that Thanksgiving update yet (sorry!) and we are almost through December already! We should be able to get it done shortly). In the intervening weeks, Toddlesworth has done a ton of things, including learn that as well as ice being cold and delicious, it is also "Slipea'ey"

All of these things have led us to consider how quickly Toddlesworth is growing. In fact, he doesn't toddle anywhere anymore. He runs, hops, walks backwards, kicks, and storms his way around nowadays.

We've been trying to cherish all of the aspects of baby and toddlerhood that we have experienced with him. As such, it is with misty eyes that we must begin to mark their passing. Some he abandons on his own, some we feel our duty to usher him out of.

Recently we have been working on getting him to outgrow his bottle. Almost since he learned to talk he has been able to sleepily ask 'bottle?'  It was one of the earliest things we used to calm him down quickly, but as he approaches age two, it is time for him to leave it behind. We have switched to sippy cup type cups. When he calls out at night for "bottle" he receives this instead. While he has more or less stopped pouring it on his own eyes, he still does not enjoy the replacement.

As a result, he is calling out for a bottle less and less at night. I feel a wistful remembrance of a time when he needed a thing that I could get. Other things he is moving away from on his own. Toddlesworth has been carried everywhere since he was a newborn. As a result he is used to being held. One of his earliest phrases was "hol'you?" A reply to "Do you want me to hold you?" More and more recently 'hol you?' has become "run?"  He occasionally pushes away when I pick him up.

He has always been independent, but at times independence becomes defiance. He tells us to "go 'way" sometimes when he doesn't need the offered help. A couple of days ago he held out a palm to one of us and then the other and demanded "Stay.  Stay! I walk." He then grabbed a set of keys off of the table and walked over to the door, attempting to leave.  He is often angry at being told no.

Since birth I have been able to comfort and sooth him with a lower back pat or setting my palm on his chest.  This would take him from fussing or even screaming to sleeping in under a minute.  Alas, this simple parenting spell is only meant to work on the really little ones, it seems.  These days, more often than not, he takes my hand and pushes it away.  For now I take some small solace in the fact that he general pulls my hand up to his face, usually dumping it over his eyes.  Of course there will be a last day for this as well.

Certainly not all of the changes fill me with wistful mourning for a bygone baby.  Some just remind me that he is on his way to something so much better: the person he is going to be.  He has gone from requesting a certain song, to demanding that song, and singing along with it, as well as adding in his own verses. (One of his current favorites is They Might Be Giants "Triops Has Three Eyes", he will say "Triops? Eyes?" then sing "eagles ha eyes, zombies 'as eyes..." He also adds zombies to Queen's "Another One Bites the Dust" "Hey, there gonna get you too!" results in him saying "get you! zombies!"

What it all of this stopping of the old and starting with the new ultimately means is that I will one day look eye to eye with a man I have guided to full size.  I don't know a lot about this man yet, but I'm sure my eyes will be wet with pride.  All of his behaviors are like falling stars.  Beautiful, seen only for a moment and then existing only in memory.  I am working on appreciating these fleeting, precious stars, and catching them as best I can.