Spring has sprung
It is proving much harder, with a full time job and active toddler, to keep up with posting here. And, I’m not sure how many folks are still checking for updates. But, as this blog also serves as my on-line journal of Hendrick’s life, it seems appropriate to continue to post milestones as I still look back to see “when did he get his first tooth?” and “did he really start walking at 11 1/2 months?”.
Given that he turned 3 in March, I thought I’d start with the basics. At his 3 year check up he was 35.5 lbs and 41 inches. That continues his growth pattern of being in the 97% for height and 75% for weight. He’s nothing if not consistent. Given his size and overall good health, I have to say that he has been sick a lot this season. Whether it’s an ear infection (3-4 times already), pink-eye, chest cold, head cold, or stomach bug (with vomiting AND diarrhea), it seems to always be something. I hope this bodes well for future immunity!
In other news, he is in preschool five mornings a week and does a lot of crafts, singing, and learning. He knows the alphabet, identifies letters and numbers, can count to 20 in English and 10 in Spanish, knows all his colors, animals, vehicles (“That’s a car transporter, Mommy”). He has always been a great talker and now he can formulate sentences to communicate complex thoughts and almost always speaks in complete sentences. He is sensitive, can be tentative around new things, perceptive, funny, active, strong-willed, stubborn, and loving. He is not shy around new people and will often go up to an unknown child (at the park or even at the grocery store) and ask for a hug.
His memory is sharp (and I wonder, when he’s older, what he’ll recall as his first childhood memory) and he often remember details (he remembers taking a plane to New Jersey to see the NJ Knapps and remembers Cousin David’s black dog, Axl). He is starting to learn the days of the week (by associating the day with what happens on it. For example, if I say, “Tomorrow is Sunday. What do we do on Sunday?” he’ll say, “Go get eggs and toast at Russell’s and watch the trash truck.”)
He knows the people in his life who love him and who he loves and it’s often something we’ll run through. It starts with me saying, “Who loves you?” and he’ll say, “Mommy loves me.” and I’ll say, “Who else loves you?” and he’ll go down a list that often includes Daddy, Bella, Grandma, Grandpa, Uncle Vic, Manuel, and Auntie Beth. Then we’ll turn it around and I’ll ask “And who do YOU love?” and he’ll start a new list. And, sometimes, he’ll leave me off on purpose, just to get a reaction that usually involves a lot of tickling. The people and order change and it’s by no means inclusive of everyone, but he has connected the word “love” to the people in his life, which to me is remarkable.
He loves to call people on the phone and now knows how to dial himself (with assistance). He calls Grandma/Grandpa, Uncle Vic, or Auntie Beth on his own and just because he wants to. If they answer, he initiates a conversation all on his own and will often walk out of the room to engage them. If voicemail picks up, he’ll leave a message with some prompting from me. However, if I whisper, so does he, which I’m sure is hilarious on the other end.
While he still wants what he wants when he wants it and doesn’t want what he doesn’t want (like going on the potty), we don’t have nearly as many tantrums or battles as we once did. Time out is still an effective tool or just the idea of it which usually comes in the form of a choice, “Either stop XYZ thing or you’ll have a time out, your choice” and inevitably he has to do whatever offending thing just one more time to show who’s boss.
We are at an impass when it comes to potty training (and by “we” I mean the school and us). While he gets the concept and has even had success going on the potty, no amount of cajoling or enticing or rewarding will get him to sit on the potty if he doesn’t want to, which is MOST of the time. We moved him into training pants from diapers, although I doubt that will have any impact. And, while it is a PITA to change diapers, I don’t mind it so much, and have learned, that with all things Hendrick, he will do it when he is good and ready and not a moment sooner. The school, however, is on us, because they want to move him into the 3 year old room and he must be potty trained to do so. So, we shall see.
We are very much looking forward to summer. Summer in So CA is lovely and evern moreso with a child. The weather is great (and rarely too hot) that we can be outside a lot. Not only here, in the backyard, with the water slide, but at friend’s pools, the beach, the Aquarium, and we may even attempt to go to the tide pools this summer. There is also a water recreation area at the Sante Fe Dam that we hope to visit. It’s a time for laughter and play dates and adventures of all sorts. And, it’s a time for h0memade lemonade and ice cream and bbqs and corn on the cob with family and friends.
My job will be ending in 3 days. It is yet to be decided what the future holds in terms of my employment. And, while that weighs on me, I’m in greater part thankful that if I have to be unemployed, I have a loving husband and little boy to spend my time with. Life is good!





