I have been meaning to write this post for at least a week now, just never got around to sitting down and writing something meaningful. WoW, My Son!? I don’t think I even know how happy I am to be having a son. I wanted my first child to be a boy, I got a girl and it really changed me. When we got pregnant again, I wanted another girl, having my little princess made me want another little princess, but now I’m getting my prince! I wanted another little girl, because I knew what was in store, plus we would save a ton of money because we have everything for a girl. But, life doesn’t work like that, my prince is on his way and now he needs a name? We have all been really excited about having a baby boy, especially Amaya. Before we knew the sex, we asked Amaya what she wanted and she would always say a ‘brother’, well, she got her wish. We all got our wish, our baby boy is healthy has all ten toes and fingers, now he just needs his name. We can’t wait to meet you!
Look at my little trooper, don’t let the smile fool you, I asked her to smile for me because she looked so sad because of how sick she was. I took her to the doctors last week after having a fever on 100.1 and a couple of sleepless nights with endless coughing. The doctor said I was right to come in because she has a mild case of pneumonia and was really backed up with a lot of mucus. This whole situation had me more stressed out than my wife. She was away on a business trip early in the week, when Amaya started getting sick. I also had to keep Amaya home this week from school for excessive pooping on herself, so she’s been having a couple of rough weeks. Poor nena, but she is on the mend, the good doctor gave her some antibiotics, so she is back to her normal self, getting into trouble and giving us early grey hairs!
I know it’s been a while since I posted something, and truthfully I have been busy, but also I wasn’t sure what my next post would be about. The last few weeks we have all been pretty busy, and Amaya has been pretty busy dropping bombs in her pants at school. My wife and I are clueless as to what her issue is with doing number two in the potty? At this point it has become a little frustrating because she knows how to use the potty, but for some reason she will not drop number two? The photo above is not Amaya, but when I saw this photo, I couldn’t help but think, “Is this why she’s afraid to do number two?” We have been trying our best to explain to her that the poop goes in the potty, and she says it like she understands, she’s even begun to tell us that she has to go poop, but really it’s still just pee-pee. We don’t get angry with her or make her feel bad when she has an accident, but it’s starting to feel like we’re talking to a teenager – in one ear and out the other. We keep hoping that she’s just going to figure it out, but last week I had to go to her school three times to change her during the day. So it seems that what we have been doing isn’t really working, so we decided to step it up a notch; when she has an accident she can’t watch television for the rest of the day. That also goes for weekends too! We would like to think she doesn’t watch a lot of television, but sometimes on the weekend and even after school into the evening, she might end up watching more than she should. Now that she has school and lives here in the city she has been a lot more active, so she watches a lot less television than she use too, but she still likes her shows. So, we will see if this works out, and if it doesn’t, well, eventually she will learn to use the potty. We could all only hope she learns before she’s off to college.
So my wife is almost three months pregnant with our second child! I feel like it hasn’t really hit me yet, but the oven is on and come spring, I will be a father of two. Don’t get me wrong I’m super excited, except that I have to do diapers all over again, but this is going to be fun. When we first found out, we began telling Amaya that she was going to be a big sister but she did seem to like the idea of another little person being around, but mommy explained to her that the baby is growing in her tummy and that when he/she is born we will need her help to take care of the baby. She seemed to like that, so now she wear the shirt proudly.
Yesterday Amaya had dance class after school, we missed last week because when I picked her up from school she didn’t feel well and she threw up on me on the way home. Well thank goodness we didn’t have a relapse of that yesterday, only issue this time is that they never let the kids out of school when they say at 2:30, it’s usually like 2:35-2:40, and her dance class begins at 2:45, so we had to make a taxi dash for class. We were a little late but the teacher was really sweet. Only thing was she made me work extra by going up to the second floor changing room, when there was a changing room right next to the class. The teacher was so eager to begin the class, she almost let Amaya stay in the clothes she was wearing in school. I told her I must insist on changing her into her leotard. I mean, I ran around to three different stores to find the right leotard, and she was so excited to wear it, there was no way she was not going to wear it. Once she had it on, she was ready for class. At first she seemed ok in class because there was music and instruments, but within a few minutes fatigue was kicking in and she was a little whiney and cranky, and I had to sit in the classroom. Luckily there are only two girls in the class, including Amaya, so it wasn’t that embarrassing. The teacher was really sweet and understanding and had great patience, and was still able to teach her class. Amaya has school from 8-2:30, so it’s a really long day for her, plus Wednesday she has gym at school, and being that is was the first day for her, the teacher re-assured me that just keep coming back and she will get use to it, just like school. Of course she had moments where she was really enjoying the class, and you could see she wanted to enjoy it more, but she just seemed too tired to jump around. I’ll have to remember to bring her some juice and gold-fish, that always seems to give her energy. She made the best of her first dance class, and hopefully next week I won’t have to sit in the class.
