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Lately, Marco has been practicing taking off his clothes. Unfortunately he does it at inapropriate times and places. He'll put his hands in his pockets and start tugging and before I know it, pants are off. Then comes the shirt. Sometimes he gets stuck in his shirt... arms behind the head... and he comes to me yelling "I stuck... Mama, I stuck".
He's gotten so good at taking off his clothes, that I'll leave him for a few minutes and then when I turn around again, this is what I find:
Naked baby! Yesterday I dressed him 5 times before we left the house... at 10:30am! I kept telling him "PLEASE, don't take off your clothes"! But he didn't listen.
As you can see from the picture, he's trying to take his diaper off too... which we've been trying to prevent. Early yesterday, he couldn't do it... but by the afternoon he had it down. We learned this in the most unpleasant way. While Mauricio was cooking, Marco came up to him and said, "Papai, caca" and proceeded to HAND him his poop filled diaper... and then he ran off with a dirty (albiet, cute) butt!
Honestly, this is really a great thing. I am happy he knows how to take his clothes off and I'll be even happier when he learns how to dress himself. This tells me that A) We'll be allowing him to dress himself soon and B) He may be ready to potty train sooner rather than later.
Now we've just got to try and control this so he doesn't take his clothes off at public places... the mall, play-dates, church. Wait, did I just say to control a toddler? That's a total oxymoron... impossible. But we'll do our best!

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Oh, Sleep, glorious Sleep, how I've longed for you. It's been some time since we've been together... and I've missed you every day. But, now I've seen glimpses of your return. Although sometimes they are fleeting, I still dream of the day that you return to me for good.
I haven't wanted to write this post, for fear of the jinx. You know, you say it out loud and then it goes away. So I'll whisper it to you... Jonas has been sleeping through the night.
It's been about two weeks now. He's been eating his dinner and nursing around 8pm and falling asleep in my arms. He is then transfered to his OWN crib, where he procedes to sleep till approximately 5 or 6am. Every night, he's given me 8-10 hours in a row. Please, someone shout out a "Hallelujah, Praise the Lord"... I'm not kidding... do it!
Remember when I said that if Jesus REALLY loved me, he'd let Jonas sleep? Well, guess what? HE LOVES ME, HE LOVES ME, HE LOVES ME. (Not that I EVER doubted).
It has immediately changed my demeanor. I am more optimistic and energetic. I'm having a lot of fun with him during the day, and I'm having a lot of fun without him during the night... (ooo, that was spicy).
So once he wakes up at 5, Mau goes and gets him and brings him to our bed. I nurse him while we're sleeping and eventually he falls back to sleep too. We snuggle till Marco wakes up around 8:30 and then begin our day. It's been working out wonderfully.
Now, I'm looking forward to that next step. 12 hours, baby! We can do it!
I haven't wanted to write this post, for fear of the jinx. You know, you say it out loud and then it goes away. So I'll whisper it to you... Jonas has been sleeping through the night.
It's been about two weeks now. He's been eating his dinner and nursing around 8pm and falling asleep in my arms. He is then transfered to his OWN crib, where he procedes to sleep till approximately 5 or 6am. Every night, he's given me 8-10 hours in a row. Please, someone shout out a "Hallelujah, Praise the Lord"... I'm not kidding... do it!
Remember when I said that if Jesus REALLY loved me, he'd let Jonas sleep? Well, guess what? HE LOVES ME, HE LOVES ME, HE LOVES ME. (Not that I EVER doubted).
It has immediately changed my demeanor. I am more optimistic and energetic. I'm having a lot of fun with him during the day, and I'm having a lot of fun without him during the night... (ooo, that was spicy).
So once he wakes up at 5, Mau goes and gets him and brings him to our bed. I nurse him while we're sleeping and eventually he falls back to sleep too. We snuggle till Marco wakes up around 8:30 and then begin our day. It's been working out wonderfully.
Now, I'm looking forward to that next step. 12 hours, baby! We can do it!
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On Saturday I had planned for us to go to this huge event downtown. A local church was sponsoring a massive egg drop on the minor legue baseball field with some 50,000 eggs and prizes from candy to xboxes. I didn't care about the prizes, but I just wanted Marco to go nuts trying to get as many eggs he could... with Mauricio's help, of course. Unfortunately, you had to register... and when I went online a few days prior to register, it was already sold out. But I didn't care... I figured, a church wouldn't turn people (possibly heathens) away... right? WRONG! We were turned away from the event! When we got there and explained what happened, they said they were sorry but no registration, no entry. Gotta wait for next year. I was disappointed and I pouted. But luckily, Marco isn't old enough to even KNOW we were going to an egg hunt, so he wasn't disappointed at all.
It was such a lovely day that we decided to make good use of it... egg hunt or no egg hunt. So we walked down Main until we hit the ever scenic Falls Park. There, we sought out a grassy field and let Marco run free for a few hours. He was so happy! There were other children there with bubbles, and they let him chase them right along with them. Mau took him down to the river to see the water and the ducks and they climbed on the rocks together. Jonas also had fun sitting with me and snuggling. He was also practicing pulling up to a stand. Every time he did it, I'd say, "my Champion!" and he'd giggle.
So instead of letting that little bump in the road keep us down, we made the most of the opportunity and possibly had a better time than if we had gone to the egg hunt. Now that really is making lemonade out of lemons, don't ya think?
It was such a lovely day that we decided to make good use of it... egg hunt or no egg hunt. So we walked down Main until we hit the ever scenic Falls Park. There, we sought out a grassy field and let Marco run free for a few hours. He was so happy! There were other children there with bubbles, and they let him chase them right along with them. Mau took him down to the river to see the water and the ducks and they climbed on the rocks together. Jonas also had fun sitting with me and snuggling. He was also practicing pulling up to a stand. Every time he did it, I'd say, "my Champion!" and he'd giggle.
So instead of letting that little bump in the road keep us down, we made the most of the opportunity and possibly had a better time than if we had gone to the egg hunt. Now that really is making lemonade out of lemons, don't ya think?
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Finding ways to discipline your toddler can be challenging. Some people stick exclusively to time-out, others to spanking. We use a variety of methods depending on the offense. You know, "the punishment must fit the crime".
I enforce time-out for things like pushing, hitting, throwing things, exhibiting aggression, etc, because I feel that he needs a chance to call down. If he's angry and needs to let it out, I allow him to hit the table or the floor, but he knows not to hit people. I feel like this is an acceptable punishment for these offenses because if I would choose to spank instead, that would be counter productive. "Don't hit"::WHACK::! That doesn't make sense. This will hopefully teach him to take a breather, relax and then go back and play. Right now, he doesn't really get the whole time-out thing. I usually have to stand in front of him and continuously put him back into the corner... or hold him while he flings around if we're out and about... for 2 minutes. 2 minutes is all I give him. And it's a LONG 2 minutes.
I am also okay with spanking... :insert GASPS here:. I think that sometimes it is appropriate and needs to be done for the most severe offenses. We only spank when Marco puts himself or someone else (usually Jonas) in a dangerous situation. Reasons in the past why we have spanked include: sitting on top of Jonas, trying to pick up Jonas, hitting Jonas with a toy, running away from me while in a public place, running out into the street... you get the picture. But the problem with spanking is that as a parent you have to be very careful. Especially as a stay-at-home-mom who is around 24/7... sometimes you want to go a little slap happy. And THAT is not ok.
Here's what started happening to me. Although he could speak, Marco would choose to whine... about everything. He would stand at our kitchen gate and whine if the milk was taking too long in the microwave, or if I didn't peel the banana fast enough, or if his juice wasn't in his hand the second he thought of it. After a few days of hearing constant whining, (and Jonas' constant crying), my ears felt like they were going to bleed. Every time Marco would whine, I swear my blood would begin to boil... and honestly, I wanted to smack him. But really, whining does not merit a spanking... so I wouldn't.
Then I remembered a trick my sister-in-law Bea used to use on her toddler. A spray bottle. So I went to Target and invested in a $1 spray bottle, I filled it with cold water and put it in the fridge. The next time Marco came over whining, I pulled it out and sprayed him in the face. At first he smirked, thinking I was playing, but I gave him a very serious face and said "No Whining", and he knew I wasn't kidding. The next time he whined, I did it again. The time after that, all I had to do was pull out the bottle and he went RUNNING! We've only been doing this for about 2 weeks, but I don't think I've actually had to spray him more than twice. Just seeing the bottle is enough. Sometimes I just take it out and leave it on the table, as a reminder. Or I can say, "do you want to get sprayed in the face?" and he stops. It's unbelievable!
Yes, I am aware that this is the same kind of training they use on animals. So? Mauricio doesn't like it. He refuses to partake... but then again, he's not around the whining and crying as much as I am. And I have to do something, or I'm going to go bonkers! This way no one gets hurt... just a splash of cold water in the face to snap him out of it! It's perfectly harmless and works like a charm.
I enforce time-out for things like pushing, hitting, throwing things, exhibiting aggression, etc, because I feel that he needs a chance to call down. If he's angry and needs to let it out, I allow him to hit the table or the floor, but he knows not to hit people. I feel like this is an acceptable punishment for these offenses because if I would choose to spank instead, that would be counter productive. "Don't hit"::WHACK::! That doesn't make sense. This will hopefully teach him to take a breather, relax and then go back and play. Right now, he doesn't really get the whole time-out thing. I usually have to stand in front of him and continuously put him back into the corner... or hold him while he flings around if we're out and about... for 2 minutes. 2 minutes is all I give him. And it's a LONG 2 minutes.
I am also okay with spanking... :insert GASPS here:. I think that sometimes it is appropriate and needs to be done for the most severe offenses. We only spank when Marco puts himself or someone else (usually Jonas) in a dangerous situation. Reasons in the past why we have spanked include: sitting on top of Jonas, trying to pick up Jonas, hitting Jonas with a toy, running away from me while in a public place, running out into the street... you get the picture. But the problem with spanking is that as a parent you have to be very careful. Especially as a stay-at-home-mom who is around 24/7... sometimes you want to go a little slap happy. And THAT is not ok.
Here's what started happening to me. Although he could speak, Marco would choose to whine... about everything. He would stand at our kitchen gate and whine if the milk was taking too long in the microwave, or if I didn't peel the banana fast enough, or if his juice wasn't in his hand the second he thought of it. After a few days of hearing constant whining, (and Jonas' constant crying), my ears felt like they were going to bleed. Every time Marco would whine, I swear my blood would begin to boil... and honestly, I wanted to smack him. But really, whining does not merit a spanking... so I wouldn't.
Then I remembered a trick my sister-in-law Bea used to use on her toddler. A spray bottle. So I went to Target and invested in a $1 spray bottle, I filled it with cold water and put it in the fridge. The next time Marco came over whining, I pulled it out and sprayed him in the face. At first he smirked, thinking I was playing, but I gave him a very serious face and said "No Whining", and he knew I wasn't kidding. The next time he whined, I did it again. The time after that, all I had to do was pull out the bottle and he went RUNNING! We've only been doing this for about 2 weeks, but I don't think I've actually had to spray him more than twice. Just seeing the bottle is enough. Sometimes I just take it out and leave it on the table, as a reminder. Or I can say, "do you want to get sprayed in the face?" and he stops. It's unbelievable!
Yes, I am aware that this is the same kind of training they use on animals. So? Mauricio doesn't like it. He refuses to partake... but then again, he's not around the whining and crying as much as I am. And I have to do something, or I'm going to go bonkers! This way no one gets hurt... just a splash of cold water in the face to snap him out of it! It's perfectly harmless and works like a charm.
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Marco's hair has been a subject of argument in our house. It's beautiful. I love it. But it was too long. Mauricio didn't think so. The fact that it was in his eyes and was like a rat's nest every morning didn't seem to matter. Mauricio did not want him to get a haircut. Actually, he didn't want him to GO get a haircut... because he wanted to give him a haircut. I don't know when Mauricio went to cosmetology school, but he thinks that because he cuts his own hair, with clippers, that he can cut Marco's fresh never-seen-a-sheer- hair with ease. I did not agree.
Luckily, this past weekend I had back up... HIS MOTHER! Immediately she agreed that he needed a haircut and we agreed to take him on Saturday. When Mauricio began protesting, I asked his mom, "do you go to a salon to get your haircut?" To which she replied, "yes". Then I asked his dad the same question and again we got a "yes". EVERYONE goes to a professional... well, everyone but Mau. I mean, take a look at his hair... here he was last week. Cute as a button, but the hair was just too long.
So we took him, against my husbands wishes, to the kiddie salon, called Jelly Beans. The place is great for kids. Toys, video games, cars, etc. Marco immediately felt at home. The best part is that for the 1st haircut, they only charge a penny... ONE CENT! What?! And they give a cute little certificate with a lock of hair attached. It was very sweet.

First she attempted to wash his hair, but he wouldn't lay still, so instead she just wet it. She sat him in the 4 wheeler, and he was good to go.

He did super well. He didn't mind getting his hair cut at all. The only time he fussed was when she was cutting his bangs. He was too busy playing with the 4 wheeler, saying "beep beep, vrooom", and she was getting in his way!

Here's the final product. I thought it was pretty good... until I got home and it settled. Mauricio immediately didn't like it. Said it looked silly. Said he could have done a better job. Said he looked nerdy...
And now that a few days have passed, maybe it's true? But he needed a haircut... but why does it have to look awkward? I want him to have a cute surfer look... not a bowl cut! Eeek. What do you think?
Luckily, this past weekend I had back up... HIS MOTHER! Immediately she agreed that he needed a haircut and we agreed to take him on Saturday. When Mauricio began protesting, I asked his mom, "do you go to a salon to get your haircut?" To which she replied, "yes". Then I asked his dad the same question and again we got a "yes". EVERYONE goes to a professional... well, everyone but Mau. I mean, take a look at his hair... here he was last week. Cute as a button, but the hair was just too long.
So we took him, against my husbands wishes, to the kiddie salon, called Jelly Beans. The place is great for kids. Toys, video games, cars, etc. Marco immediately felt at home. The best part is that for the 1st haircut, they only charge a penny... ONE CENT! What?! And they give a cute little certificate with a lock of hair attached. It was very sweet.

First she attempted to wash his hair, but he wouldn't lay still, so instead she just wet it. She sat him in the 4 wheeler, and he was good to go.

He did super well. He didn't mind getting his hair cut at all. The only time he fussed was when she was cutting his bangs. He was too busy playing with the 4 wheeler, saying "beep beep, vrooom", and she was getting in his way!

Here's the final product. I thought it was pretty good... until I got home and it settled. Mauricio immediately didn't like it. Said it looked silly. Said he could have done a better job. Said he looked nerdy...
Said it looked a little like... Dumb and Dumber. Oh no!
And now that a few days have passed, maybe it's true? But he needed a haircut... but why does it have to look awkward? I want him to have a cute surfer look... not a bowl cut! Eeek. What do you think?
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