Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Gonna Rock Down to Spadina Avenue

We just (well, two days ago) got back from a quick jaunt to Toronto to celebrate our seventh wedding anniversary.  In our pre-Ben days, Neil and I were in the habit of taking a little trip each year for our anniversary, but we took a little hiatus from that in Ben's early years.  This year we decided to take it up again, and we all had a great time.  We drove up after lunch on Saturday, got checked into the hotel in the late afternoon, and then hung out for a little before heading out for a nice Indian meal.  We spent much of Sunday down at Harborfront Center (sorry -- "Harbourfront Centre") enjoying a kid-oriented circus festival.  After nap, we took a very nice walk along College Street, meandering in and out of the U Toronto campus, and we ended up in Little Italy for dinner.  On Monday morning we went to the Royal Ontario Museum, which was great.  Ben was all primed to see dinosaurs, although he seemed a little disappointed that they only had skeletons on display, sans flesh, very unlike the colorful and talkative dinosaurs on Dinosaur Train.  He really enjoyed the display of minerals and rocks, and we got him some more rocks for his rock collection in the gift store.  He also had a great time "digging" for dinosaur bones using a wide paintbrush in a sandbox.  His Aunt Kathy will be proud.

The only serious trauma was trying to change his diaper in the restroom at the ROM.  He's had this thing for a few months now where he just freaks out when we change his diaper in a public restroom.  As soon as I try to lay him down, he siezes up with fear, red and shaking, and screams his lungs out.  It doesn't seem to be a behavior problem, or an attempt at manipulation; it's genuine terror.  And it's terribly inconvenient and embarrassing.  I'm usually able to distract and calm him with a story or song, but this time nothing worked.  As far as we can tell, he's afraid he's going to fall off -- never mind the fact that at home, on his own changing pad, he rolls and flips around like a fearless acrobat, so that we have to stay within arm's reach the entire time.  Anyway, there he was, beet-red and screaming bloody murder, and we're about to leave and get in the car and drive four hours home, so it's now or never for the diaper.  I tried everything -- distraction, talk-therapy, bribery, you name it -- and it was no go.  So I finally just plowed ahead, changed the darned thing, and tried to ignore all the people staring at me as if I were either a monster or the most incompetent parent they'd ever seen.  Oh, well -- can't win 'em all.

5 comments:

Amie said...

Sound like you had a lovely trip!As for the diaper change trauma,maybe you could try the 'pull up pants' diapers that's available in many brands.That way,ben doesn't have to lie down and can just wear it like his underpants.I always keep it handy during our trips.Rhianna hates public restrooms too!

leah said...

What a great trip! We need to get the boys passports, because Toronto sounds wonderful! Have you been to the zoo in Toronto? I've heard it is wonderful (huge, but wonderful).

Nolan is just now starting to get over his absolute terror of changing tables in public restrooms. I think the height, shaky feel of the plastic table, and unfamiliar place all contribute to the panic. Hang in there- I guarantee you, there are many other moms who have "been there, done that!"

rouchi said...

It must be good to take such a good well deserving break.This sounds like you had fun.I can imagine how it is take those stares and for that "BRAVO".All mums go through it and am so glad I am out of it!

Jodi Michelle Cutler said...

*Smile* I can imagine the scene:-D...adorable!

Elsie Wilson said...

Ah...Grammy Wilson here:
Ya' gotta' love those moments! Your panics were not around restrooms and changing diapers...you just refused to go to public restrooms...period! LOL!
About the fear issue: at home you have a solid changing area underneath, not a shelf as in most public restroom changing area. Thus it may be the feeling one gets when on is on a high balcony or ledge looking out. I have this terrible feeling on balconies if I sit close to the edge and if I look out from high cliffs and buildings. This too shall pass...they do get potty trained, they do out grow most things you think will go on "forever". Easy for Grammy to say, but not if you are the "MOM" with the kid doing the screaming thing in public! Love ya! MOM