Ivan’s fingernail took a turn for the worse yesterday. When I picked him up from the nursery at church he was wearing a bandage. Apparently he had approached the teacher with the nail hanging on by a thread. She wasn’t sure what to do with it so she just taped it up. He removed the bandage sometime during lunch and wouldn’t keep another one on. Per Linda’s (my mother in law) advice I trimmed the nail down to just a smidgen where it was attached on the left side of his finger. The rest of the nail area is completely exposed. It looks red and sore but he doesn’t complain. I’ll keep the pictures to myself for now.
Yesterday, Ivan smashed his middle finger in a drawer. I kept thinking I should take a picture since his nail is bright purple but hadn’t yet done it until this morning. I was reading Tisra’s blog this morning and apparently Lael also had a mishap involving a pinched finger and darkened fingernail. Tisra mentioned that she felt the need to document and I decided that I too should post a picture of the afore mentioned injury with minor details as to what happened.
He was getting into things he shouldn’t have been in the living room and as it often is with Ivan, he paid for it before I could get to him and determine my own form of justice. Unfortunately for him the spanking wouldn’t have lasted as long as the poor purple finger will. Maybe the lesson will also last longer…maybe.
His finger was pinched as he tried to slam the drawer of the credenza shut before I caught him in the act of…well…having it open.
Tomorrow, Ivan will be two! He’s acting two in many ways already with his strong willed arguments and curiosity induced explorations into trouble. He doesn’t speak clearly but says just about everything in his garbled language. I wish I could put a sound clip on here of his interpretation of a train sound. It starts out with a very sick sounding whistle “uueehh, uueehh!” and then is followed by the chuga-chuga sound but it’s more of a gargling “legalegalega” when Ivan does it. It’s very hard to spell.
We had a family birthday party for Ivan while Granddaddy and Grandma were here. On Friday after Thanksgiving, the Bowen cousins all came over and we had lunch together along with some cake and ice cream.
To commemorate the actual date of his arrival tomorrow, we’ll meet daddy at Chick-fil-a on his way home from work and have some dinner and fun and then maybe do a little shopping. Ivan needs nothing for his birthday this year. He has more toys than he knows how to fight over and sufficient clothes for the season. However, he might enjoy getting a Christmas tree for his birthday since we haven’t picked one up yet. A birthday gift the whole family can enjoy.
Ivan says just about everything but you can only understand about 20%. I was thrilled the other day though when he came scooting down the stairs, ran to my chair and over and over announced: “I u oo.” It took several times before I realized he was saying “I love you.” How sweet is that?
He is very affectionate and needs lots of pats and hugs and comfort throughout the day. It gets a little old from time to time because each little bump or scratch needs it’s own personal pat on the head before he can stop whining, but it is sweet none the less.
He is also extremely willful at times. Yesterday was a tough day. He was obstinate and stubborn about everything I asked or commanded. At one point I went outside to call him in and he looked at me and ran the other way. He received no less than 5 spankings in total yesterday, that incident being the hardest one. He and Owen both were exhausted by days end and went to bed early.
I was exhausted too. From trying to keep him out of trouble to rescuing him after he climbed the neighbors playground equipment and couldn’t get back down. I had been run a little ragged. He also kept me on my toes with chores around the house. He is so eager and proud of his ability to help mommy. But following instructions is quite beyond his strength. As I folded laundry he piled unfolded laundry on top of my folded piles, then knocked down my folded piles and I had to fold them again. It was a futile endeavor and I tried to remain patient with the little guy. I failed. He got yelled at eventually and banned from the room. He cried and I felt bad, but I couldn’t go on like that, and really, if he’s not listening to what I tell him it’s really not helping him to continue letting him get away with it. Even when he’s helping, he has to obey. Sad but true.
Regardless the sweet side of Ivan is what stands out. He’s over sensitive but he’ll grow out of that and hopefully the good part of his sensitivity will last him as he learns to control his actions and emotions. He’s going to be a great man someday.
Ivan loves bananas. If he’s really hungry I can hand him one completely peeled and he puts it to his mouth like a squirrel and keeps chewing it until it’s completely gone. He asks for them at almost any time of day and even when he has just completed a filling meal. He doesn’t actually eat them at these times though. I think he just likes the way they feel in his hands. His eyes light up and he takes a small bite and then leaves it uneaten, which is sort of aggravating. I don’t give him bananas anymore unless I know he’s really hungry. They are a pretty fun fruit.
Ivan has also tried a lot more words. I’m not going to try to keep up with them and I’m certainly not going to try to spell his pronunciations because it’s too hard to do. He is really trying though and I’m grateful for the effort. He has always been a good communicator with his hands and facial expressions so words aren’t as important to him.
Ivan is a little hard on the house at times as most 20 month (as of today) toddlers are. He loves to drink out of the plastic water bottles we keep cold (refilled Gatorade bottles with the twist top lids). And we allow it most of the time because he’s drinking water and it’s fun. Every now and then he enjoys watching the water splash out of the top and though he enjoys the little show he gets very upset when he realizes he’s standing in water. Tonight he made a small puddle and then screamed his displeasure. I coaxed him out of his mess and once on dry ground he took off. I didn’t see him for a minute or two and then he came back with a wet wipe. He had picked up the box and taken it to the stairs, opened it and closed it, and then put it back in it’s place by the diapers. He very determinedly walked to the little mess he had made earlier and was about to bend over to wipe it up when he slipped in the water and nearly did the splits. He was very upset by this and in his tired state, also very discouraged. I quickly went to him and picked him up and enjoyed the little clingy thing he does when he’s really in need of comfort. His head on my shoulder, his arms stretched out and holding tight around my neck and shoulders with his fingers drumming out his little comfort tap. If I could bottle that, I would. I so enjoyed that he made the effort to clean up his mess and though he didn’t accomplish his goal he actually made it a pleasure for me to mop up myself.
He is speaking more and thinks through his little statements, often making them after the appropriate time. Tonight we went in to say good night to daddy and it was only after we got to his room and had his pajamas on that he burst out with “night-night”. He had two options for pajamas and when I asked if he wanted baseball or dinosaurs he said “bo ball” with conviction.
His whines and fits and cries are way too common but when that sweet little personality comes out and he’s ready to cuddle it melts away so much of the frustration. God certainly gave us a gem in our little Ivan.
Ivan can say cookie. He just did it. He didn’t want to be cleaned up after his sandwich and that means he wants more to eat. I offered a couple healthy options, but Owen quickly shouted “Pocky” which is a little cookie stick that I allow them from time to time. Ivan nodded his agreement but I only had one left and that just won’t work with two boys, so I offered a Girl Scout Thin Mint instead which we ration by keeping in the freezer. Frozen Thin Mints are the best! Ivan shouted, “Cookie!” and well, I just had to let the world know that he can say cookie.
Ivan said Apple today. He wanted something, kept pointing and I finally clued in to the jar of apples on the kitchen island. He assured me that is what he wanted and I almost asked him to say it for me but as tired as he was I wasn’t willing to hear his frustration at being asked to do something. So I smiled and got the knife to cut it up. He voluntarily said…”Ba-pol”…to which Owen and I cheered and clapped. He said it twice more, concentrating hard to get it out. We responded but he was intent and focused, never smiled, or seemed to respond to our cheering. He just wanted to get that word out. It was cute.
Yesterday, as we climbed into the hot van after walking around the mall for a few hours, Ivan exclaimed, “Hi…Ott!” I turned to look and see what he meant and he said it again but moved his two syllables into one and said “Hot!” while pointing both index fingers to the arms of his car seat.
On Friday morning, we went to Chick-fil-A for breakfast before Kris hit the road for work. It was so nice and relaxing to sit there with the family at the beginning of the day and I hope we can do more of that. The boys played in the playground for a while and were expectant and hopeful that the Chick-fil-A cow who they had noticed in the parking lot would eventually come say hello to them. The cow was working down on the street motioning cars to come in and enjoy chicken biscuits. Sure enough, the cow had to come in for a break and made a point to visit my two boys in the playground before going back out in the heat. They both smiled and waved but wouldn’t get close to him, her, whatever it is. Finally, Ivan lets out a long low “MOOOO!” and points with excitement at the cow. He stood there and did his little excitement shiver where his movement is almost imperceptible but he’s all tightened up at the neck and shoulders quivering with joy. It cracks me up.
He is expressing with words a lot more which is fun, but still very difficult to understand. He communicates so well with his face and hands that it’s sometimes easier for me if I just ask him to point to what he wants. I’m probably adding to the problem this way, but sometimes I gotta’ know! Not that it’s a problem. He’s only 19 months old, I’m enjoying every bit of his “babyness”. In fact I’m having a hard time with his growing independence. Maybe I should have another baby.
There are a few words that he knows but refuses to say unless he chooses to say them on his own. Do not expect Ivan to follow verbal commands to talk. He will tuck his chin to one side and act sheepish, or he’ll just shake his head no and walk away. I don’t know why I continue asking, it’s futile and you can’t force a kid to cooperate with stuff like that. On his own though, he will talk and he’s getting more adept at it each day. I can’t wait to hear what’s on his mind.
I get excited every time I recognize a word from Ivan. Today I had the “TV” on as he ate breakfast. A news clip showed the traffic report with pictures of the interstates. Ivan squealed and said “car.” Then he started squeezing his nose and said “beep, beep.”
He loves to “talk” on the phone. I hear little words but most of the time it sounds like grunts. He definitely says “hewo” and “ba-ba” which is hello and bye-bye if you can’t tell. He acts like he’s really listening to someone, nodding his head and rolling his eyes between words. Very fun.
I am realizing how enjoyable it is to watch him develop this. Owen was so quick about it, almost as if he were born talking, while Ivan has given me an anxiousness about it that makes it more exciting to watch.