thinking

Today I discovered another mommy blogger who writes some pretty funny stuff. That, and her triplets are pretty darn cute too. It got me thinking how incredible lame this blog has become. Yeah, she's and English major and I'm an engineer, so it makes it a little harder to measure up, but I found myself laughing at her thoughts. And then it hit me: I don't have time to think any more! Sure, I use my brain a lot but it's almost exclusively for planning things - 99% of which are for Spencer's benefit. I used to blog about my thoughts... but now I barely have time to keep a record of activities, which are not nearly as interesting to read: went here, saw this friend, spencer got a boo boo, etc. Before I had Spencer, I remember reading a friend blog that I thought was pretty lame, because all it did was talk about what she did with her kids! And now I fear, sadly, that this is exactly what my blog has become.

With that said, here are some thoughts. I love being Spencer's mom, but there is plenty I don't enjoy about these toddler years. It is awesome when he spontaneously announces "I really like you!" and not so awesome to constantly think "when was the last time he used the potty?"

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Another work trip in the books, and Spencer and Jim had a fun week together. It's great having an older toddler who can enjoy talking on the phone. It really makes the whole day better to hear his little voice when I am far away.

Knock on wood, he is still enjoying his big boy bed. We asked if he shared the news with his friends and teachers at school and of course he told us that he had! When we asked "what did they say?" he replied "they said, 'you sleep in a big boy bed now! Spencer, that is excellent!'" And he just beamed from ear to ear!

big boy bed

This weekend we *finally* made the move. After talking it up for a while now, Spencer transitioned from his crib to his very own twin bed. I took him to the store to pick up sheets and waterproof mattress pads and rails to prevent him from rolling out. The first nap didn't go that well - no crying, but he was more content to hang out in his chair than in his bed. Evening was fairly painless - of course it didn't hurt that we were out a little later, plus he had skipped his nap! Around 9:15pm last night, after being asleep for nearly two hours, Spencer emerged from the hallway clutching a book and a blanket and his puppy. I was sitting on the couch watching tv as he shuffled past me; his eyes all squinty as he said "mommy, you need to turn off the light, it's too bright here." Um, Spencer... you need to go back to sleep. It's night time. "No mommy, I already slept. Now it's time to play." Jim and I tried so hard to keep from laughing out loud. But Spencer knew he was still tired and didn't fight it when I put my hands on his shoulders and walked him back to the bedroom and tucked him in again.