OK - I'm going to backtrack a ways because a few posts ago I said I'd tell the Ikea story and one other, which now I can't remember the other story, so I'll just do the Ikea one. We were in Ikea (I think it was while I was still on maternity/sick leave) and T and I were standing in the lighting area sampling a free cookie when he complained to me that there was water on his pants... I brushed it off [mentally] as being snow that had gotten on his pants and melted, though thought it was strange how it hadn't melted until we had meandered through the entire upstairs and 1/2 of the downstairs of the store AND that there had been enough to make a puddle on the floor (yes, there was a small puddle). Well, T kept pulling on his pants so I decided to investigate more... oh boy! After peeking in the front of T's pants I learned that it wasn't a puddle of melted snow, but rather a puddle of Tegan pee. The stinker had pulled his diaper so much at some point that it had come undone at the side and had come 1/2 way off. When he peed there wasn't anything to catch it (specifically a diaper) so his pants, leg, and the floor got that pleasure. To make matters worse, we had stopped at Ikea on our way to go have lunch with my sister Amanda. Needless to say our Ikea trip was cut a bit short and we had to make a pit-stop at Target on the way to St. Paul to get T some new/dry pants. Oh, did I mention that I didn't realize it was pee until long after we'd left the lighting department? Whoops...
What else is there to brag on Tegan about? Definitely not all of the fits he's been throwing when he doesn't get his way... let's just say (as I think I mentioned before) that we are definitely feeling the wrath of the "Terrible Two's" at our house! UGH! On the bright side, Tegan's sleeping pattern has finally changed for the better. The past few weeks have been heaven as far as sleeping goes. Tegan now sleeps pretty solid from when he goes to bed (8ish) until about 5 or 5:30 in the morning! At that point, he wanders into our room, climbs into bed (my side as always) and falls back asleep until one of us gets up (or 6:30ish, whatever comes first... though on occasion he'll sleep past 7 in our bed, but that screws up the get ready for the day schedule on weekdays so we only allow that on weekends).
I had to laugh, I changed T's sheets the other day and put one of Brendan's pillowcases on T's pillow (note: if you don't already know, Brendan will ONLY sleep on pillowcases that were his when he was a child because they are so "loved" and soft. HA!). Well, Tegan announced to me that that was NOT his pillow and that he didn't want it. He then threw it from the bed and slept sans-pillow until I put his pillowcase back on (after it'd been washed) and then he immediately put the pillow back on the bed. I guess he inherited his Daddy's stubbornness when it comes to pillows.
Hm... I suppose I can say a few things about how things are going outside of Tegan. This past week has been really hard on me. I'm guessing that it's because we are starting to do things that we either hadn't planned on doing because we'd have Ty here or we are doing things that we'd planned on doing with Ty here but we're doing them w/o him. Today was a good example of that - it was the first bike race of the season. I had envisioned the races being difficult to go to, with a new baby and a 2-year old that is, but something that I could handle and at least I'd have the support of other wives and girlfriends to watch T and of course I had been excited to show off my newest little guy... that obviously didn't happen, at least not this year.
Instead the difficulty became more mental for me - anticipating people asking where the baby was, what we named him, etc... people who aren't on Facebook and readers of Brendan's or my blogs... Brendan had that happen on the trail a week or 2 ago - someone who didn't know asked how the baby was. Similarly I knew it'd be awkward because a lot of people don't know what to say so they just don't say anything. We know no one means any harm when they ask where or how the baby/Ty is and even when those that know about Ty don't say anything, but it still hurts nonetheless. I have to remind myself that those that say nothing probably do so because they don't want to make me/us sad and don't know that I love to talk about Ty, how beautiful and tiny he was, the plans that I had had for him, how Tegan has dealt with the whole situation so amazingly - and when I am asked about "the baby", about my Ty, (because I know it'll happen at some race sometime it'll still be hard for me to say the words "we lost him" or "he passed away" or "he didn't make it." I know I'll tear up and probably make the person feel bad for asking, though I hope that they don't, it's by no means my intention... it's just me grieving... it's just a reminder to me of the reality, that this life that I'm living isn't just a bad dream that doesn't seem to end, that I can't wake up from.
I'll switch gears, again. Let's go back to Tegan. He's such a big boy (did I mention that yet?!) ;) He has now gone pee in the potty 2 times in the past 2 days! Tonight he even got out of the bathtub to use the potty. I thought he needed to poop when he did that but no-sir-ee, he got out, plopped himself down and pushed out a good amount of pee! WOW! He was SO proud of himself. He tried to do it earlier today too, but we didn't make it in time and he ended up peeing in his diaper. He still sat on the pot and tried to push some out just to make sure the bladder was empty - it was. :)
Well... I'm all blogged out for a while... but my hope is to start doing it more frequently again. :)Hope you enjoyed the pics - pretty random, but cute! Love to all!
~j
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