Friday, July 10, 2009

Do they sell purple sparkly basketballs?

I did take Boo Boo to the doctor and it turns out has grew 2.5 inches and gained 3.5 lbs in the last year. He'll continue to be a smallish kid as he's always been in the 10th percentile for weight and in the 25th percentile for height, but the doctor isn't worried, so that is good.
We did talk to the doctor about his imagination. You see, for the last 18 months, Boo Boo has loved pretending he's a girl. At first it was just wearing long Tshirts (his big boy shirts) as dresses. Then he used to twirl like a ballerina. Then he had a serious conversation with me about how he loved pink but couldn't like it because the big boys at school said it was a girl color. (Aside, this drives me insane that the girl stuff and boy stuff is coming up at age 3. That's the con to a montessori classroom with older kids, I think). Now he asks us to call him Kate, Georgia, or whichever girl he's being that day, and corrects our pronouns to "she" and our references to him as "big brother" to "big sister" when we talk to Boobette about him. He still loves his trains and his basketball and Lightning McQueen and Diego, but will always pick Barbie or princess stickers at the doctor's office when offered. But he does tend to pick the purple basketball over the orange one at his YMCA games.
He'll tell you when he's being a girl. When you say, "um, Boo Boo, you know you are a boy, right?" he responds, "I know but I'm just using my imagination." And when you ask "but why don't you use your imagination to be Spiderman or Superman?" he gives you a withering look and says "because they don't wear purple sparkles." You really can't argue with that logic. He's clearly expressing a preference, understands reality, and so we are letting him. I hope he doesn't get teased for wearing a bow in his hair, but if he does, he'll decide how to handle it. Pretend play is not ususual, he has a little sister, loves his mom, and all things girl are sort of taboo at school, which makes them more intriguing at home.
The only thing that makes me a little frustrated is that society tends to think this is weird. Growing up, I was all about the girl power. I have a sister, no brothers, and we were raised knowing we could do well in math and science. Before I had a boy, I laughed when Laura Bush said boys are neglected. But girls play Little League now, and they play with trucks, and they are not judged. But boys in ballet class? Or wearing an Aerial mermaid shirt? Those boys are considered weird, and that seems unfair to me. You don't have to squash girls down to lift boys up. You can be supportive all children and their choices.

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

Go Mom Go

Today I ran around the house. You see, Boo Boo read his first sentence, "Go Mom Go" and I had to follow the instructions. He doesn't really "know" how to read. It's more like he's memorized that G-O is go and M-O-M is mom. But still, it was very cool. It was nice to have a moment to be proud of him, as lately, he's been giving us a really hard time eating.

We've made him sit at the table while we eat, hoping he will eat some dinner. We don't even make him eat what the adults are eating. But even with kid friendly choices like chicken nuggets, macaroni and cheese, corn dogs, and pizza, he's really not a big eater. Which is worrisome because Boo Boo will be 4 in September, and only weighs 27 lbs. Guess what he weighed 9 months ago at his 3 year well check? 27 lbs. I think I'm going to take him to the doctor to make sure all is well.

But back to Go Mom Go. Lately, I have felt like it's the theme of my life. Two weeks ago, I got a horrible, deep chest cough and a fever. I missed a day and a half of work to rest, and had to cancel an evening of dinner and a musical (Cabaret, which I haven't seen) with my aunts and my sister who was in town. By Saturday, I was feeling better, but R was feeling hot, itchy and thought it was weird that he was getting this rash. As it turned out, he had the chicken pox. He'd never had it as a child, and was pretty painful. The kids had fevers too, but when I took them to the pediatrician, it turned out that Boo Boo had the flu and strep throat, and Boobette just had the flu. Eeek! Monday was a long hard day with three doctors appointments and trips to the pharmacy to buy Aveeno Oatmeal Bath and the various medication. And poor Traci, the nanny who takes care of Boobette during the week came to work all week. I only worked 5 hours a day to help her, but then she got my cough. So I gave her the Zpack that had been prescribed to me to make sure I didn't get sick as she doesn't have health insurance. She did get sick though, and took Friday off. It was the longest week ever.

Putting two kids to bed at 8 pm while they are sick is hard. I am very, very luck though, they were in really good spirits and happy that they got to spend the day together and some extra time with me. Poor R. I didn't want him getting strep and I didn't want Boobette (who's too young for the varicella vaccine) getting the chicken pox, so all week the house was a giant game of keep away. He'd spend all day in the study and the guest room, and then emerge like a vampire at night when the kids were asleep and load the dishes in the dishwasher for me, go fill gas in my car and pay the bills while I collapsed on the couch.
Go Mom Go indeed.
Oh, and PS. Tamiflu apparently tastes horrible. I dipped the dropper in chocolate syrup and still had to chase Boo Boo around the house as he ran away from the yucky medicine.