Oh yeah, this part is supposed to be difficult isn’t it?

Lately Evie and Ollie have been fighting like cats and dogs. At times, it is difficult to leave them in a room together. Evie certainly has her share of the blame, but I would say the big difference seems to be Oliver.

It’s like he suddenly woke up and realized he wanted his say. He has very strong opinions on things. Everything in the house is arranged JUST THE WAY HE WANTS IT! Don’t you dare touch anything or move it or hand him the wrong thing or try to take something away. It doesn’t matter that it was on the floor and he hadn’t even looked at it twice in the past week. If you touch it (or especially if Evie touches it), there’s going to be a meltdown.

Understandably, this is sort of hard for Evie to take. First off, she’s used to doing whatever she wants, whether Oliver likes it or not. Second off, she’s often an innocent bystander, maybe picking up some abandoned crayons only to be suddenly attacked by a furious maniac. She often gets the short end of the stick when we have to take something of hers and put it away because she simply cannot play with it without Oliver being physically restrained.

Then it occurred to me: the terrible twos! Oliver is just about to turn two, and that’s how a two year old is supposed to act.

Honestly, it really hasn’t been that bad. Looking back, it seemed a lot worse when Evie was doing it. I guess it’s a lot easier to deal with now because 1) we’ve been through it before, so we’re more prepared, 2) we know it doesn’t last long, and 3) having two kids means we’re busier now than we were back then. And having an older kid helps out too, both from the fact that they do *sometimes* get along and play, and the fact that he can watch her and learn how to behave a little bit.

Still, when you combine his new attitude with the fact that he’s getting molars and waking up many, many times at night, this whole parenting thing definitely got turned up a notch.

Oliver Counting

It was just recently that Oliver started using the number two. For Evie, I remember this phase going on for a long time, before she moved on to higher numbers. It was almost like there were two different levels of understanding: phase 1 where they realize that there can be more than one of something (i.e. two), and phase 2 when they realize there is value in knowing exactly how much of something there is.

After going with the “two” thing for only a few weeks, Oliver started in on “three”. I figured he was just parroting his older sister or something, but based on how Evie was, I figured he couldn’t possibly be on to three already. He definitely seemed to be counting three, not just saying it, but I assumed it was not what it seemed.

So imagine my surprise the other day, when I heard him count all the way to nine!

He’s done it several times since then, and even made it all the way to eleven. It just seemed so unlikely, especially considering how much of his speech I still don’t understand (although he’s becoming clearer by the day). In fact, I think it points more to the fact that he’s just becoming his own person. He’ll occasionally say things spontaneously that indicate he’s really thinking his own thoughts in there. Maybe it will be something about his day at daycare, or the other day he said, “I miss grandma” out of nowhere.

It’s really cool just watching him become his own person, watching his personality emerge. It’s one of the best parts of being a parent.

The most important part of potty training: your cat

(Notice the colon in the title there, I’m not talking about potty training your cat)

Sara pointed out that Evie was potty trained by the time she was Oliver’s age. Potty training Oliver started well, then immediately went downhill. Absolutely no luck with that one. It had gotten so bad, we decided to lay off for awhile, to try to avoid putting pressure on him.

One day I remembered a trick that we had used very successfully with Evie: use the cat. Nala likes to “listen” to hear pee pee go in the potty. At first, Oliver was very excited about this. “Nala listen! Nala listen!” he’d say. I thought, “The cat potty trained our children,” and prepared to write this blog post. However, Oliver’s ardeur has since re-cooled (although I did one time get him to go poo poo by having his toy fish listen instead).

Le sigh.

Everybody says that boys harder to train. Is this true? It seems silly to me, and the differences between Evie and Ollie seem to be just regular differences in their personalities, rather than gender differences. Evie was just more interested in the potty. Also, Oliver was using the potty back before we had to quit on cloth diapers, but Evie always had cloth diapers. The theory goes that it is easier to potty train with cloth diapers, because they feel more uncomfortable when they are wet. So maybe that’s the difference. But then again, here we have a boy who is a little behind where the girl was at, so maybe I’m just trying to justify it. I don’t know.

Like I said, we are not putting the full court press on him at the moment, but when we do we will certainly try putting him back in cloth diapers for a little bit. It will be a race to see which happens first: he learns to go on the potty, or his diaper rash / eczema gets so bad that we feel too awful to keep him in cloth diapers. Hopefully the former, rather than the latter.

Anyway, long story short, so far Ollie is a no go on the potty, but if you are potty training you should definitely consider how best to use the family cat to your advantage.

Yum Yum Dim Sum

The other day we took a trip up to Chinatown to get some dim sum at Triple Crown Restaurant.

Usually when we go to Chinatown we go to regular Chinese restaurants, but we’ve talked about getting dim sum for a long time. First off, the idea of getting many small dishes and trying all of them is awesome for anybody, but it’s especially awesome when you have kids. If they don’t like something, you just move on to the next thing. Second off, we have a copy of Dim Sum for Everyone signed by Grace Lin, one of our favorite author/illustrators. We’ve read it many times, so the kids are sort of familiar with the concept of dim sum, and were excited to try it. (Note that the title of the post refers to a different dim sum book by that name that we’ve read with the kids, so they’re pretty well versed in the concept.)

Well, all for naught, because Evie didn’t want to try anything. She was her usual picky self, and tried a couple of tiny bites that she was pre-disposed to dislike, and therefore wasn’t going to like no matter what. She wouldn’t even eat any of the plain white rice.

Not to worry though, because Ollie *LOVED* it. His love more than made up for Evie’s apathy. The two of them have always been night and day about food. Considering we’ve raised them more or less identically in terms of what kind of food we offer them, etc., I believe Sara’s comment was, “I guess it goes to show you, it doesn’t matter what you do, some kids want to eat and some don’t.”

Anyway, there’s probably nothing Ollie likes more than eating a bunch of different things. Well, there is one thing he likes more, which is eating with chopsticks. Holy smokes did he love that. Don’t even think of trying to take them away from him. He even manged to pick a few things up with them.

The only think Ollie didn’t like is when he burned his face off. Oh, the poor boy, I’ve never felt so sorry for him. He had a sesame ball on his plate, and we assumed, like an adult, he’d take a small bite of it. Instead he quickly crammed the whole thing in his mouth. It was HOT and he lost his poor mind. He obviously thought he could get rid of the burning by trying to swallow it down as fast as he could, rather than spitting it out right away. His face went nuclear and he started shaking like a convulsion. We got him to spit it out and swallow some water, but, I’m not going to lie, it was very frightening. He cried a little bit, and then immediately went back for the sesame balls. Oh, to be a kid again.

Overall, everyone thought it was pretty great, except perhaps Evie. She did, however, enjoy the giant fish/crab/lobster tanks covering one wall, so at least she had something to do.

There was one definite high point of the evening for me. I’m sure what Evie meant to say was, “Yon television program is displaying raccoons.” But what she actually did was point across the room and shout, “I see rats!” There might be worse things to shout in a restaurant, but I don’t know what.

Ollie Update

It’s been awhile since I’ve sort of talked about what Oliver is up to developmentally these days.

He’s talking a LOT. It appears that the fears of those who thought he might not talk that much because his older sister/chatterbox wouldn’t let him get a word in edgewise are unfounded. He’s up to about five word sentences these days, and they are pretty understandable sentences too. He definitely lets you know what he wants and what he doesn’t want.

He has also discovered the concept of “two” and will often point out when there are two of something, like “Two clocks!” or “Two water bottles!” So far this doesn’t extend beyond two, but if I remember correctly from Evie, it will be awhile yet before he gets more than two. If you say, “I one it,” he will say, “I two it!”, but after that he immediately jumps to, “Ollie ate it!”

He also loves singing, and sings little snatches of songs spontaneously. It’s funny because he usually gets the tune, so you know what he’s singing, but a lot of the words are sort of nonsense approximations of the actual words. You can tell, though, that he’s singing just for the pure joy of singing, which is hard not to find adorable. He does tend to get stuck in infinite loops though, repeating one phrase endlessly, like “Little lamb! Little Lamb! Little Lamb! Little…”

His favorite thing to do is to get the stool out of the bathroom and use that to turn the lights off and on. This is rather unfortunate. I much prefer his second favorite thing to do, which is to work in the play kitchen. He mostly makes coffee and things that are “very hot!”, including oatmeal, which usually turn out to be cups and pots full of necklaces or crayons. He’s very good at entertaining himself, playing at the kitchen or reading books to himself, sometimes for hours.

He’s getting pretty good at climbing stairs, to the point that we’re considering removing the gates in the near future. He likes to have a book in his crib at naptime, though I don’t think he does anything with it, other than just sort of stare at the cover while he’s falling asleep. He likes to “float” in the bathtub and doesn’t mind getting his ears or even really his eyes wet (very different from Evie in this respect!).

Not so much on the potty training. At first, he was going in the potty all the time, and we thought it was going to be so easy. We were soooo smug. Well, he’s all done with that. We’ve been putting him on the potty every night before the bath and other times throughout the day, and he’s gone in there maybe once in the past three months. Furthermore, just getting him to sit on the potty is a big struggle. Total reversal from our early successes. I guess all we can do is keep doing what we’re doing, and hope he changes his mind.

It’s always very interesting to me watching how Evie and Ollie interact with each other. There is so much love between them, it is really amazing. I guess I’m not surprised that he adores her so much and copies her every movement, since he’s the little brother and older kids are just so cool, but I am sort of surprised at how much she really thinks of him. If he’s hurt, she cries. If he cries, she tries to make him feel better. She is always asking him to play with her, and she doesn’t seem to mind at all when he’s following her around, copying her. I assume that will change at some point, but for now it’s very sweet.

Of course nobody can frustrate them like each other either, so you take the good with the bad. They always want whatever the other has, and they can’t help taunting each other with whatever the other wants. Oliver in particular is very protective of whatever he has, getting upset if Evie so much as looks at it. I think this is sort of a survival technique on his part, since her looking at it is often followed by her demanding it, or saying, “I had it first!”

In other words, they are brother and sister.