My 2 year old is so cute. I wish I had I a constant camera running to record all the cute things she says. Because I can write it down later but it doesn't quite capture the cute inflections and the downright sweetness of it all.
We were walking to playgroup today and there is a home that we pass that usually has dogs in the yard that come to the fence and bark. Today as we walked pass there were no dogs to be found. The following conversation ensued.
Zoey: "No puppies. Where are the puppies."
Me: "I don't know."
Zoey: "Hey! I have an idea."
Me: "Yea, what's your idea?"
Zoey: "Maybe they are playing hide and seek."
Me: "Maybe they are."
Zoey "Hey, I got another idea."
Me: "What's your idea?"
Zoey: "Maybe they are inside eating."
Me: "Maybe they are."
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Out of the mouth of babes
I'm watching my nieces and nephew in a few minutes. They have been with my mother-in-law but she has a dentist appointment, so I'm taking them for a little while.
I told my 4 year old that his cousins were coming over while grandma went to the dentist and Adam said "Is it because Grandma didn't brush her teeth long enough?"
I told my 4 year old that his cousins were coming over while grandma went to the dentist and Adam said "Is it because Grandma didn't brush her teeth long enough?"
Monday, June 30, 2008
Don't let your kids hear you say that!
I sing a lot at our house. Because I think life is a musical, just ask my husband. He'll tell you all about how I break out into random song and dance. He still giggles about my rendition of the dance of the plump sugar fairy, and no that isn't a typo.
Anyway, today I was telling Zoey to go get a diaper because she was stinky. She was sitting on the stairs refusing to obey. So I started sining to her "When my mother calls me, quickly I'll obey."
Well, I got to the end of the verse and she was still sitting there so I just started making up words to the tune. I wasn't really thinking about what I was saying and the words just started coming out and I guess my subconscious was trying to rhyme, because this is what came out.
"Go get a diaper quickly, go and get it fast. Because you are a stinky girl and I need to wipe your a**"
OOPS!!! Did I just say that in front of my kids? Oh yes I did. Wow!
Okay, now that you really know what kind of mom I am you may move on with your regularly scheduled lives.
Anyway, today I was telling Zoey to go get a diaper because she was stinky. She was sitting on the stairs refusing to obey. So I started sining to her "When my mother calls me, quickly I'll obey."
Well, I got to the end of the verse and she was still sitting there so I just started making up words to the tune. I wasn't really thinking about what I was saying and the words just started coming out and I guess my subconscious was trying to rhyme, because this is what came out.
"Go get a diaper quickly, go and get it fast. Because you are a stinky girl and I need to wipe your a**"
OOPS!!! Did I just say that in front of my kids? Oh yes I did. Wow!
Okay, now that you really know what kind of mom I am you may move on with your regularly scheduled lives.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
busy brains at work
Adam never ceases to amaze me. I love that he has passed the stage of simply regurgitating what he's been told and actually putting different things he's been told together to make sense of new things.
Friday night we met up with cousins for dinner. We were sitting eating when Adam starts saying "mom, mom! I have to tell you something."
"What do you need to tell me Adam?"
"When you have 4 kids (his 4 cousins) and 3 kids (him and his brother and sister) then that makes 7 kids!"
Okay, so maybe you're thinking that adding 3 and 4 is no big deal. But it's that he sat and figured it out all by himself. And to be quite honest I'm not that good of a mother and I haven't taught him about addition. He really just figured it out all on his own. (that or PBS is doing a really stellar job raising my child.)
Later on as we were loading in the car he was sounding out the word LOFT. (there was an Anne Taylor Loft across from where we were parked.) He was in he car seat making all the sounds. L-O-F-T. I was mostly just ignoring it as background noise until he said. "Mom! Mom! L-O-F-T spells loft!" And I sat there a little stunned. I looked at Mike and said "Did you tell him that?" Mike said no. He had sounded it out all by himself. Thank you Between The Lions.
He also has stopped needing my help to build a big train track. We have wooden train tracks for his Thomas Trains and up until this week he always wanted my help making a BIG track. But this week when we got the trains out he informed me that he was going to make a big track all by himself. So I just sat back and watched, really expecting that halfway through he'd hit a snag because making a big track takes a lot of fore planning and rearranging to get everything working just right. But he did it all by himself! And there weren't even any dead ends. Everything connected to something else. I must say I was impressed.
Here is the track that he built all by himself.
All I have to say is that either is he stinking smart (like his parents) or PBS is better than I remember!
Friday, June 27, 2008
What not to wear
Shortly after baby #3 was born I was feeling hard up for a pair of pants that actually fit and that were not maternity pants. To say that I was feeling a bit apprehensive about going out with all 3 children is an understatement. I was petrified! But I didn’t really have much choice, either. Plus the kids were going stir crazy being in the house so much and needed to get out. So, I ventured out.
First stop, Kohl’s. And as I was unloading children from the car I could smell that somebody needed a diaper change. So we made our first stop the bathroom. I changed the baby first….poopy. I changed Zoey second, also poopy. I changed Adam last, yes, also poopy. And yes, I had 3 children in diapers at one point. And no it wasn’t much fun.
This was in the early days when the baby still nursed every 2 hours or so. And even though I had fed the baby before leaving the house it had taken such a long time to load kids and load diaper bags and load strollers, and unload kids and diaper bags and strollers, not to mention the eternity we spent in the bathroom changing dirty diapers, that now it was time to feed the baby again. So we find ourselves a nice large corner dressing room where I try (without much success) to keep the 3 year old and the 18 month old occupied while I feed the baby. But try as I might I couldn’t keep them from crawling underneath the dressing room stalls. Or from licking the mirror.
But finally I am done feeding the baby and I think I’m going to finally get to do a little shopping. But the baby was still also in the stage that he poops after every feeding. And apparently Zoey wasn’t quite done with her business when I changed her the first time because she is poopy again as well. So after ANOTHER trip to the bathroom I’m done!!! D-O-N-E! After leaving the bathroom for the second time we head straight for the car. Without passing GO and without collecting $200. And without a pair of pants that fit. Which is really the reason new moms don’t go anywhere the first several months after having a baby…we have nothing to wear!
First stop, Kohl’s. And as I was unloading children from the car I could smell that somebody needed a diaper change. So we made our first stop the bathroom. I changed the baby first….poopy. I changed Zoey second, also poopy. I changed Adam last, yes, also poopy. And yes, I had 3 children in diapers at one point. And no it wasn’t much fun.
This was in the early days when the baby still nursed every 2 hours or so. And even though I had fed the baby before leaving the house it had taken such a long time to load kids and load diaper bags and load strollers, and unload kids and diaper bags and strollers, not to mention the eternity we spent in the bathroom changing dirty diapers, that now it was time to feed the baby again. So we find ourselves a nice large corner dressing room where I try (without much success) to keep the 3 year old and the 18 month old occupied while I feed the baby. But try as I might I couldn’t keep them from crawling underneath the dressing room stalls. Or from licking the mirror.
But finally I am done feeding the baby and I think I’m going to finally get to do a little shopping. But the baby was still also in the stage that he poops after every feeding. And apparently Zoey wasn’t quite done with her business when I changed her the first time because she is poopy again as well. So after ANOTHER trip to the bathroom I’m done!!! D-O-N-E! After leaving the bathroom for the second time we head straight for the car. Without passing GO and without collecting $200. And without a pair of pants that fit. Which is really the reason new moms don’t go anywhere the first several months after having a baby…we have nothing to wear!
The day I knew my life would never be the same again
Shortly after Adam was born I remember trying to pretend I was still a normal person and that I could still do all the things I once did. And so we went out to a movie. I figured the baby was still sleeping most the day so he would just sleep through the whole movie.
So of course 5 minutes into the previews the baby poops his pants. And of course it’s a blow out which I am now wearing as well. So I rush off to the bathroom, which was not really equipped for changing a new born baby’s blow out diaper. But I do my best to clean up the baby and myself and make it back into the theater having only missed 5 minutes or so of the movie. And I settled in because I thought that surely that was the worst of it and that I’m be able to enjoy the rest of the movie.
Which means, of course, that half way through the movie the baby starts to fidget and cry a bit. So I decide that since we are in a pitch black movie theater that I could pull of discreetly nursing the baby there in my seat. So I whip out the baby blanket and seems to be going well, until I realize that while the baby is nursing on the right side that I’m leaking profusely on the left side. And, being a new, first time mother and being unaware of how embarrassing lactating in public can be, I of course am wearing nothing to stop the flow. So I just start hoping and praying that my shirt will dry before the movie gets over, and convince myself that surely now we’re through the worst of what could possibly happen.
So of course then the baby spits up, all over. Which means that by the end of the movie I am wearing breast milk in all its many forms. Boy did I smell pretty!
And next time I wanted to see a movie, we just rented it.
So of course 5 minutes into the previews the baby poops his pants. And of course it’s a blow out which I am now wearing as well. So I rush off to the bathroom, which was not really equipped for changing a new born baby’s blow out diaper. But I do my best to clean up the baby and myself and make it back into the theater having only missed 5 minutes or so of the movie. And I settled in because I thought that surely that was the worst of it and that I’m be able to enjoy the rest of the movie.
Which means, of course, that half way through the movie the baby starts to fidget and cry a bit. So I decide that since we are in a pitch black movie theater that I could pull of discreetly nursing the baby there in my seat. So I whip out the baby blanket and seems to be going well, until I realize that while the baby is nursing on the right side that I’m leaking profusely on the left side. And, being a new, first time mother and being unaware of how embarrassing lactating in public can be, I of course am wearing nothing to stop the flow. So I just start hoping and praying that my shirt will dry before the movie gets over, and convince myself that surely now we’re through the worst of what could possibly happen.
So of course then the baby spits up, all over. Which means that by the end of the movie I am wearing breast milk in all its many forms. Boy did I smell pretty!
And next time I wanted to see a movie, we just rented it.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
The ostracizing has begun
Okay, let me begin by saying that I know a lot of what might be considered "big" words but that I don't know how to spell any of them! So when I first tried to spell the word ostracize the computer's suggestions varied form ostrich to obstetrician. Now there's a mental image for you!
Anywhoo....although that is funny and strange on so many levels let us move onto the real reason for this post.
You see, the balance of our happy home has been tipped. And it all started because the baby decided it was time to learn to crawl. Before said crawling began at our home the three children could play quite happily together for quite some time. Because the baby sat in the middle of the room and just giggled and squealed as the older two played around him and occasionally threw him a toy to play with. But now that he can get around he wants to be into EVERYTHING that his siblings are into and that is NOT going over too well with the the older children. He wreaks havoc on the train tracks. It's like Godzilla found his way to the Island of Sodor, as he pulls apart all the nicely built railroad and puts Thomas in his mouth! Oh the horror. So it probably won't surprise you that the older two don't like having the baby around.
So they have started taking their toys into Zoey's room and then shoving the baby into the hallway and slamming the door. Not that I really blame them. It is quite obnoxious to have your toys slimed by your baby brother. But it's just so sad at the same time. The baby will sit outside the door and cry and cry and sometimes even pound a bit on the door. He knows he is being left out and he doesn't like it one bit! And when I ask the oldest child why he has pushed the baby out he says "we don't like playing with Harrison." aw, doesn't it just break your heart?
I guess I knew this day would eventually come. But it just seemed to come faster than I was ready for it.
But just wait, in a few years the game will change again. Adam will go off to school and the younger two will be home together all day. And I'm sure there will be times that Adam is the ostracized one. And then a little later down the road when they are all in school the boys will gang up on their sister and exclude her because she's a girl, and who wants to play with a girl? Girls have cooties!
They all, in turn, will have a chance to be left out. I can only hope that it will only be for a season and that when they mature a bit they will all be best bosom buddies once again. Inseparable. The 3 amigos. The 3 Musketeers. Larry, Moe, & Curly.
Although, as long as they are plotting against each other they won't have time to be plotting against me...perhaps encouraging the sibling love isn't in my best interest after all...
UPDATE:
Anywhoo....although that is funny and strange on so many levels let us move onto the real reason for this post.
You see, the balance of our happy home has been tipped. And it all started because the baby decided it was time to learn to crawl. Before said crawling began at our home the three children could play quite happily together for quite some time. Because the baby sat in the middle of the room and just giggled and squealed as the older two played around him and occasionally threw him a toy to play with. But now that he can get around he wants to be into EVERYTHING that his siblings are into and that is NOT going over too well with the the older children. He wreaks havoc on the train tracks. It's like Godzilla found his way to the Island of Sodor, as he pulls apart all the nicely built railroad and puts Thomas in his mouth! Oh the horror. So it probably won't surprise you that the older two don't like having the baby around.
So they have started taking their toys into Zoey's room and then shoving the baby into the hallway and slamming the door. Not that I really blame them. It is quite obnoxious to have your toys slimed by your baby brother. But it's just so sad at the same time. The baby will sit outside the door and cry and cry and sometimes even pound a bit on the door. He knows he is being left out and he doesn't like it one bit! And when I ask the oldest child why he has pushed the baby out he says "we don't like playing with Harrison." aw, doesn't it just break your heart?
I guess I knew this day would eventually come. But it just seemed to come faster than I was ready for it.
But just wait, in a few years the game will change again. Adam will go off to school and the younger two will be home together all day. And I'm sure there will be times that Adam is the ostracized one. And then a little later down the road when they are all in school the boys will gang up on their sister and exclude her because she's a girl, and who wants to play with a girl? Girls have cooties!
They all, in turn, will have a chance to be left out. I can only hope that it will only be for a season and that when they mature a bit they will all be best bosom buddies once again. Inseparable. The 3 amigos. The 3 Musketeers. Larry, Moe, & Curly.
Although, as long as they are plotting against each other they won't have time to be plotting against me...perhaps encouraging the sibling love isn't in my best interest after all...
UPDATE:
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