Saturday, September 26, 2009

Early Morning Movement

My mornings start off with a bang. Blueberry is up and at 'em right away. It takes no time at all for him to begin banging on the back door; his way of saying, "let's go outside and stay outside for as long as I see fit!" Truth be told, this is a MUCH easier prospect when Dad is home, otherwise the first thing in the morning combination of a hyper dog and a toddler boy are beyond my pre-caffinated capabilities. Well, even when I am caffinated the hyper dog is a doozie and the active todder is demanding.
The days of "on the run" are here. Let me just say, the brown hand pulling the white fingers is CLASSIC - all day, all the time. 24/7. Blueberry has things to do and places to go. And, he's not shy about letting us know just where he want to go and what he wants to do.

I'm not surprised. I am exhausted. I asked for it - all of it and I love it. But, I don't think I anticipated the real physical differences for myself between parenting a toddler in my 20's (my biggies were all toddlers before I turned 30) and a toddler at the age of 45. I've been trying to make some adjustments over the past few weeks. We've sort of moved into a more active zone - or maybe I've just focused in more clearly on Blueberry's needs. Early morning movement works for him, so I have to figure out how to make it work for me. The thing is, his early morning stretches into late morning and then restarts right after his nap. Have I mentioned how much I looked forward to noon and an impending nap for both of us? Seriously, I'm pooped these days. Geriatric mom, no kidding. I'm just sayin' it's a bit nicer on the weekends when Daddy's here.
I do feel the reality that many many of my friends and age mates are reading novels and sipping coffee in the morning, then taking a little 'unplanned' snooze before lunch, or setting off on a leisurely walk downtown. Not me, I'm setting up brio trains, playing picnic, meandering the wooded area behind our house, pushing swings, and kicking soccer balls.

But surely, you couldn't resist this little face, could you? No reason to say no, every reason to keep the 'ol self movin' and workin'. So, I'm trying to make sure I'm taking decent care of myself so I can continue to take good care of my itty bitty. Anyone have any solutions for creaky knees and general body soreness? Hehehehe.. NOT KIDDING!


Mindy and Baldwin said...

I hear ya about trying to keep up. The picture of Blueberry leading someone by the hand to go where he wants to go is THE STORY OF MY LIFE. Even though DD can walk, she still much prefers accompaniment on most endeavors.

I've found taking a daily dose of Fish oil helps my creaky joints and is a general mood elixir. Maybe worth a try.

Bonnie said...

I know what you mean!!! the physical stuff was much easier in my 20's - but I am a much calmer more intentional parent in my 40's and I do sleep well these days!

Rose Anne said...

I found when my son came home at 18months , naps when he did and trips to my chiroprator for atreatment and accupunture.
But I also lost 28lbs the first 8weeks home thanks to helping him dance with dorathy the dino(Wiggles).

Waiting for Zufan! said...

I don't think it is easy at any age. When I take the 3 downtown Saturday mornings to Kung Fu and the Farmers' Market, (where I have to hold Zufan a lot so she doesn't run off somewhere) I am ridiculously exhausted. If I ever have her for an entire day without her dad pitching in, I just about die. Really. Parenting is WORK. You are on top of it! Your little guy has got it made with you.

Sara said...

More than one person has said to me, "boy he's busy." That's one way to put it. My 20 month old is on the go and makes it clear Mama can't be a spectator.