Sunday, March 6, 2011

Bedding and Bling

We had two major events at our house this past week. The first (chronologically, not ranked by enormity or emotional impact): Brogan now has big boy bedding! We're hoping the new sheets will lead to the wearing of big boy undies and the using of the big boy potty. His diaper leaks at night more often than not so we're going with the you-don't-want-to-get-your-new-sheets-wet-do-you? angle. No luck so far but we're trying. We'll try anything at this point. I really don't want to have a 3 year old in diapers. The countdown in on. Two months from today, this little squirt will turn 3. Sheesh -- time is a-flyin'.

So anyway, this bed-in-a-bag scenario came about out of necessity... Jason and my necessity to not get up at least once a night to help sort out Brogan cover drama. In his sleepy stupor, Brogan would wake, usually crying, tangled in a mass of blankets, kick them off, and not be able to cover himself again. Properly, anyway. (The green blanket must be beneath the blue blanket. Duh.) Now that he has a sheet and comforter tucked in at the foot of the bed -- viola! -- he can do somersaults in there and he'd still be snug as a bug. And he couldn't be more excited and proud of himself, either. He can't wait to hop in bed each night. Huge bonus!

He even got to pick them out himself. Well, after Mommy narrowed it down to three, affordable choices that would not precipitate an entire room decor redo, that is. Brogan went with the Woolrich (camping-themed) set from Target. Excellent choice, my little budding Design Star.

Our other big event was Brynna's ear piercing. One word: Trauma. Not for her. For ME. My Lord, if I had known the near anxiety attack that I would have had to suppress while putzing around Claire's for 30 minutes waiting for our turn at the piercing station, I would have had a generous glass of wine before I left the house. I'm even getting a little edgy as I think about it now. The angst caught me off guard. I was worried for her and I was questioning my judgment for planning to hand my kid over to be harpooned by a complete stranger. I didn't expect to feel that way so it sent me into a bit of a tail spin. Sure, Brynna cried a cry that neither Jason nor I had ever heard before (and I will never forget, thank you very much) but she was over it within two minutes. It was Mommy that was still shaky and in need of a hug an hour later, once we had loaded the kids into the car.

I am glad that I did it, though. She looks more adorable than ever and, after cleaning them three times a day for the next six weeks, it will be completely over and done with. She'll never know life without earrings and, as the tech at Claire's pointed out, "It's smarter to do it now than when she's 5 and runs out of the store after having the first one pierced then not letting you pierce the other one." Wouldn't that make for a fun day? Glug, glug.


Monique said...

Hi. I know I'm right next door, but honestly, by. The time I call you, I'll have forgotten my brilliant idea.

Pull ups. Have him wear big boy pull ups at night. Sams has a nice selection of toy story or cars. The Jammie pants will still smell like pee, but they won't be wet (usually) and it will be a step towards the Real Thing.

Also, lots of friends recommended taking a special shopping trip with the specific purpose of having him pick out his own big boy underwear. I picked Preston's out, but I was pretty certain that Thomas was a safe bet. Nothing but Thomas has EVER been on my little boy's bottom.

Good luck!

Mama O said...

Thanks! I should try them again. The last time I tried, Mr. Big Bladder was nearly floating in his bed when I went to get him up in the morning. And did he care? No, not really. Hence my problem. For a kid that likes to be fairly clean most of the time, he could care less about hanging out in dirty diapers.

Daddy has vowed to take a more stern, less "popular" approach to potty training. Once we can get all of our outdoor projects done, that is. Then he's going to dedicated an entire weekend to Operation Potty. Until then, I surrender. White flag. The whole bit.

amyswor said...

Was searching for a GF's blog and came across yours. Started reading and came across your post about agonizing about having your dd's ears pierced. I think you were a smart mommy for piercing your dd’s ears early.

Admittedly, I know a lot of people have strong feelings when to pierce a child’s ear. “Let them decide” is being replaced by parental decision when mommy intuition knows, “earlier is better” from either personal or friend’s experiences of unpleasant childhood ear piercing. I think it just depends on your own personal choice whether or not you wish your baby or little girl to have pierced ears.

I asked our ped for her opinion about having our dd's ears pierced. She reached in her pocket and took out a picture of her six month little girl with gold balls in each ear, saying," ...this is what I think." She encouraged me to go ahead and said it was best as an infant when mommy could care for them. She has never had a baby with a pierced ear infection, but has had quite a few older girls ages 2-5 who said they wanted it done, but failed to care for them. She gave me some " Care Tips for Newly Pierced Ears " since she had so many moms ask about having their infants and little girls ears pierced.

Like you, I was having an anxiety attack when I took Sandi to have her ears pierced at Piercing Pagoda. I know cerebrally, as mothers of girls of all ages, we know it celebrates their femaleness and femininity. After all, they are little girls, right? Growing up I remember many of my little girlfriends were not allowed to get their ears pierced. I could never understand it…but when their parents did finally let them, it always seemed they’d get infected because they were constantly touching them or trying to change out the earrings before they were supposed to.

Congrats on making a great decision on behalf of your dd. She'll thank you later for the "gift of pierced ears" as an infant. If you'd like any of our ped’s care tips, then don’t hesitate to write me an e-mail.