Our camera is broken. I have no idea what has happened but it will no longer autofocus and with a kid as busy as William - we might as well throw the camera against a wall then try and manually focus a picture. Just saying. So there will be no more cute pictures of a silly boy until we figure out where/how to get it fixed. I could cry.. but then I realize that it's silly and there are literally tens of thousands of pictures of William... Still.
I was smart this week - I wrote down a list of cute things to blog about. Now if I can remember what my random short hand notes me - I'll really be in business.
Last Sunday we finally found ourselves having to put William in timeout. He just wouldn't listen or follow instructions and he had the devilish grin like he knew what we were saying - he just didn't care. So after the gazillionith time of telling not to climb on something (I actually can't remember what his first offense was - but there is a 70% chance that he was climbing on a table) - I had had enough of saying No No and off he went to timeout. Which is really just the spot on the floor in the dining room underneath the window. Yeah, we're real official over here... ha! If we had a chair - he would just move it - so then it would become a play chair and not the timeout chair and he'd be sitting on the floor anyhow. Ok - back to the point. He actually accepted that he was in timeout and sat there until we said. I was really impressed. I don't think they do time out at school, so I don't know where he learned it, but I accept all kudos anyway. Then after about 30 -60 seconds - I told him he could get up, go tell Daddy he was sorry and give him a hug. And he did. Well, I don't think he said "sorry" but I'm sure he jabbered something while hugging Sam's leg. There were timeouts every night for a couple of days and then I'm hoping that he stopped behaving badly and not that we are inconsistent... I can't remember that either. Oops.
In other big news - the kid who eats nothing but fruit - not only ate his dinner all week, but also ate broccoli and zucchini! I don't remember the last time I was so proud. Seriously. I must have very low standards because I was grinning ear to ear. It's funny though, because William only likes the fuzzy ends of the broccoli and when I was a kid, I only liked the stems... Maybe it's only funny to me... But who cares - it was green AND a vegetable AND he swallowed it. Repeatedly. So exciting!! We still "cheese" and "more" way too often before dinner, but he can have whatever he wants if he'll eat his dinner. With utensils. Yep - he's getting to be very accomplished with a fork and spoon. Sweet little boy thinks he's a big boy. He might be already - maybe I haven't noticed... ?
I found out on Monday that my husband, who I have known for almost 8 years now, does not like cherry filled pastries. It's his least favorite flavor. How in the world did I not know this?!! Of course, I found out when I brought home cherry turn overs after the Junior League meeting. I mean, they weren't so terrible that he didn't eat his half, but I was more than willing to eat his too if he was going to flat refuse.. haha. Food doesn't go wasted in this house. Especially if it's sweet.
This week marked William's first full week in the Toddler Room. And, I have to say, he did pretty well. He must've slept extra late on Monday, because I ended up taking him to school. And that was an adventure. It's not exactly our routine that I have to get ready alongside William - so that was a miracle that we were both clean and dressed just in time to get him to school and me to work and no one would be late. That is, until, I pick him up and he's got stinky pants. Only my kids poops at exactly 8am every morning. (I truly have no idea if he is that clockwork, but whatever) I put everything back down, take his shoes off, take his pants off, change his lovely smelling diaper, put everything back on.... and he is refusing to go anywhere without his Penguin pillow pet (I still haven't figured out a good name - I like Pogo - but my in-laws have a possum named pogo...anyhow) I give in - he can take it in the car. And he has a paci in his mouth. I cede that one too. Figure we will leave both of them in the car when we get to school. William had other ideas. I was able to get the paci out of his mouth relatively easily, but the Penguin was going with him. He walked in like a big boy. A big boy carrying a very large Penguin. And then, when we got to his classroom he wouldn't let me put it in his cubby. The kid is seriously attached. I ended up getting him to sit at the table to eat breakfast by letting his Penguin sit right next to him. That's not actually too strange, because he's been wanting to eat meals with Bobo or Hilbert sitting with him, but those are much smaller animals. Much smaller. They fit in the chair with William smaller... just saying. The teacher let it go though - so I guess she was afraid of seeing a true meltdown if she didn't give in as well. Either way - I left and he was happy. And then I there was no more crying the rest of the week in the morning. I think he cried once or twice when he saw Ms. Pat, but that stopped by the end of the week too. I think it helps that his best friend is in the class.
OH!! He had pink eye this week. And I had no idea - but it's not really that big of a deal. Atleast if it's the viral kind... it's basically just a runny nose coming out of your eye. Strange. Paid $25 to learn that from Pediatric Acute Care, but I was happy for the note that said he could go back to school. And he had a double ear infection too. William doesn't tell us anymore if his ears hurt - so I'm not sure how I'm supposed to know... we just always end up at the doctor's anyhow. Snotty eyes will do that. And thankfully the pink eye didn't really stick around. He was crusty in the morning when he woke up and we had a 'great' time getting dried boogers out of his eyelashes but then he did have any more ooze the rest of the day. Because I'm sure I would've gotten a phone call if he had. Gotta love it when schools freak out.
The rest of the week was pretty calm. And this weekend was lovely. I had William all to myself Saturday morning because Sam had a conversion and then had to do some work at his Dad's office. Then, at 3 (actually 3:30....) BeBe picked up William to go stay the night at their house. So - I sewed and sewed. I made William's Easter outfit during his nap - still has to get monogrammed - and then I sewed another john john out of blue seersucker/ticking/super lightweight cotton whatever it is fabric with a blue whale appliqued on the front. A.D.O.R.A.B.L.E. Seriously - I'm in love. Then I went super crazy and made one today (since it was Sam's turn to watch the kid for hours on end by himself) out of yellow corduroy with a car appliqued on the front AND it has car buttons on the shoulders. I die it's so cute. Too bad the camera's broken... :( And the best part is that they are fully lined too. So no stringys. Love it. Now if the gingham seersucker would just go on sale at Hancock's I would be elated. Kid is going to be super well-dressed this spring/summer.
On a pregnancy front, I'm still getting sick. But I think it is officially related to icecream. So - bye bye icecream. Still trying to figure out what to replace it with though. Chocolate chip cookies did a pretty good job yesterday, and cheesecake is making a run for the spot today, but the jury is still out. I need something that comes in a gallon container for $5... Any ideas? ha! And I swear I'm getting huge. Though I think it might be mostly in my head. But, I thought it enough to have the fleeting idea to go running tonight, but then I started writing this blog, and just kept going... I think my brain doesn't want to go running so it's making you listen to a bunch of my random thoughts... I don't know. Just a guess. And it probably wouldn't be such a hot idea to run since I get seriously winded walking up steps. I did learn today, off of Sam's Baby App on his iPhone, that I am winded so easily because of the increase in blood volume or flow or something. Whatever. Seems strange that more blood makes it harder to breathe - but that's what the app says - and apps don't lie. And the baby is the size of a lemon. But they also think that a lemon is bigger than a peach. I guess only when lemons are grown with steroids in the ground.... Just saying. I think peaches are bigger - but maybe Georgia DOES put peach 'roids in the soil so we'll have the biggest and best peaches. Can't have the Peach State putting out tiny peaches. That's bad for business.
Officially moving on. Sorry there aren't any pictures - but you're just going to have to get used to that because fixing cameras takes money and my kid drinks a lot of apple juice. Sorry...
Loves.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
I've been keeping mum...
Every time I sit down at the computer to write a blog post, I can never remember anything even remotely interesting that happened the past week. Every. Single. Time. I should really start keeping a mini-notebook to jot things in so this isn't so painful.
Hmmm... This week must've been lowkey. Nothing major and exciting - which is nice too. This entire post is going to be much too boring unless I go ahead and break the big news. Most of you already know anyway, all of my two readers, but
We found out about the newest Rumer surprise about a week into January - just in time to not be able to make any changes to our healthcare plan of course.. .awesome. ha! And the new baby is due September 8. Weird - this time around we will be picking the birthday - strange. I only have two requirements on that front - the day must be in September and it must be an odd number. Not limiting at all right?! ha! Hopefully, the OB/GYN will let me have my way when we schedule the C-Section this month...
Ok - yeah. So I'm 13.5 weeks pregnant. Yay!! I can't remember if I mentioned that we switched rooms with William...that was a purely nursery based decision. Our bedroom was the only one with two walls to put the beds on - don't want new Baby freezing under a window - plus, I bet that's not such a good idea security wise either... I'd like to say we've been hard at work making the room toddler/baby friendly - but, honestly, not so much. It's still burnt orange (and our new room is still gray). We aren't exciting about painting. My Daddy did build some uber-fabulous toy bins though - that is certainly helping with the one tornado we have. And he's said that he is bringing two custom built bookcases to go on either side sometime this month! Be still my heart - so excited! Hopefully that will fully reign in the tornado.
I will say that so far this pregnancy has been much different than with William. Mainly - I've been sick. Throwing up sick. I never once vomitted with William. I was just kinda queasy most of the day - but this has been no fun at all. This time around - I was super nauseous during the day for weeks and then I started throwing up every other night atleast. Granted, it didn't show up until 9 or 10 weeks along, and it was only in the evenings, but ick. Though, just in case you wanted to know, vomitting icecream isn't terribly unpleasant....in relative terms of course. (sorry - that was really just documented for posterity's sake.. teehee) Oh - and the bloating was out of control. I was out of normal pants by 7 weeks. I know it's my second baby, and it wasn't THAT long ago that I was pregnant, so my body probably does remember what to do REALLY well - but 7 weeks seemed a little ridiculous. But seriously, I couldn't take sucking in and suffering through work in my pretty pants one day longer. Just saying. So I've been sporting maternity pants for about 6 weeks now. It's been pretty awesome.
Ok - back to the regularly scheduled program - the cute pint sized red head...
Last weekend we played outside in the yard since the weather was so pretty. I think Sam was helping his Dad prune trees at the Law Office. Oh - that was fun - we got called to bring some big "yard scissors" down there - and the office is right across from a fire station. William immediately started saying "truck truck truck" and since Bill is now a Judge - we let him lead and get us in so William could see the big trucks up close and personal. And he made himself right at home. He wasn't scared or shy around the firemen, who were absolutely wonderful and so sweet to let us barge in, and just wandered around looking at the different trucks and the big wheels. He wasn't so sure about sitting in the front seat of the fire truck though. He did get a little scared, even with Grandaddy R up there with him. The firemen invited us back to bring a camera and you better believe we will. As soon as the weather is good again - it has rained ALL this weekend. And it got cold today... so much for making the executive decision that it was Spring. Glad I'm lazy and haven't packed my sweaters up yet!
Cute story of the day - Sam likes to make up songs with made up words and make me dance with him. As long as he keeps the volume under control - it's really really cute and sweet - I just can't take it when he sings REALLY loudly... (I hope you are taking note honey - Love you!) Today's song was about "loving Sam" and he grabbed me in the hallway to dance. William was in his room just staring at us and then all of sudden he jumped up and ran over, made both of us hold his hands and we had a wonderful little dance party in the hall. And Pepito has got some serious wiggle moves. Gonna have to steal the knee bounce I think... ;)
Loves.
Hmmm... This week must've been lowkey. Nothing major and exciting - which is nice too. This entire post is going to be much too boring unless I go ahead and break the big news. Most of you already know anyway, all of my two readers, but
William is going to be a
BIG BROTHER!!!!
We found out about the newest Rumer surprise about a week into January - just in time to not be able to make any changes to our healthcare plan of course.. .awesome. ha! And the new baby is due September 8. Weird - this time around we will be picking the birthday - strange. I only have two requirements on that front - the day must be in September and it must be an odd number. Not limiting at all right?! ha! Hopefully, the OB/GYN will let me have my way when we schedule the C-Section this month...
12 weeks pregnant and I have entirely too much hair - where in the world did my neck go?!
Ok - yeah. So I'm 13.5 weeks pregnant. Yay!! I can't remember if I mentioned that we switched rooms with William...that was a purely nursery based decision. Our bedroom was the only one with two walls to put the beds on - don't want new Baby freezing under a window - plus, I bet that's not such a good idea security wise either... I'd like to say we've been hard at work making the room toddler/baby friendly - but, honestly, not so much. It's still burnt orange (and our new room is still gray). We aren't exciting about painting. My Daddy did build some uber-fabulous toy bins though - that is certainly helping with the one tornado we have. And he's said that he is bringing two custom built bookcases to go on either side sometime this month! Be still my heart - so excited! Hopefully that will fully reign in the tornado.
I will say that so far this pregnancy has been much different than with William. Mainly - I've been sick. Throwing up sick. I never once vomitted with William. I was just kinda queasy most of the day - but this has been no fun at all. This time around - I was super nauseous during the day for weeks and then I started throwing up every other night atleast. Granted, it didn't show up until 9 or 10 weeks along, and it was only in the evenings, but ick. Though, just in case you wanted to know, vomitting icecream isn't terribly unpleasant....in relative terms of course. (sorry - that was really just documented for posterity's sake.. teehee) Oh - and the bloating was out of control. I was out of normal pants by 7 weeks. I know it's my second baby, and it wasn't THAT long ago that I was pregnant, so my body probably does remember what to do REALLY well - but 7 weeks seemed a little ridiculous. But seriously, I couldn't take sucking in and suffering through work in my pretty pants one day longer. Just saying. So I've been sporting maternity pants for about 6 weeks now. It's been pretty awesome.
Ok - back to the regularly scheduled program - the cute pint sized red head...
Such a serious athlete... ha!!
Last weekend we played outside in the yard since the weather was so pretty. I think Sam was helping his Dad prune trees at the Law Office. Oh - that was fun - we got called to bring some big "yard scissors" down there - and the office is right across from a fire station. William immediately started saying "truck truck truck" and since Bill is now a Judge - we let him lead and get us in so William could see the big trucks up close and personal. And he made himself right at home. He wasn't scared or shy around the firemen, who were absolutely wonderful and so sweet to let us barge in, and just wandered around looking at the different trucks and the big wheels. He wasn't so sure about sitting in the front seat of the fire truck though. He did get a little scared, even with Grandaddy R up there with him. The firemen invited us back to bring a camera and you better believe we will. As soon as the weather is good again - it has rained ALL this weekend. And it got cold today... so much for making the executive decision that it was Spring. Glad I'm lazy and haven't packed my sweaters up yet!
He decided that a great game was throwing the football over the edge and making Momma go crawl in the bushes to get it. Such a sweet boy...
Who wouldn't love this face?!
Cute story of the day - Sam likes to make up songs with made up words and make me dance with him. As long as he keeps the volume under control - it's really really cute and sweet - I just can't take it when he sings REALLY loudly... (I hope you are taking note honey - Love you!) Today's song was about "loving Sam" and he grabbed me in the hallway to dance. William was in his room just staring at us and then all of sudden he jumped up and ran over, made both of us hold his hands and we had a wonderful little dance party in the hall. And Pepito has got some serious wiggle moves. Gonna have to steal the knee bounce I think... ;)
Loves.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Sick Days
I think I mentioned it earlier, but William was sick four out of five days last week. 10am on Tuesday I got the always fun phone call from Infant 5 that William had a fever. Surprise. I think he might always have one...but I left work anyway and picked him up. We went to Wal-Mart to get meds (how we ran out of Children's Tylenol I'll never know...), Pedialyte, and then I always remembered how my mom made treats when we were sick. Usually it was red knox blox - but I don't know how to make those - so I got muffin and brownie mix.
Then, just to make 100% sure that I was the super cool mom, I let William help make the brownies after his nap. That pretty much goes against my pretend need to keep things clean but I thought he'd have fun. And he did. A lot of fun. And then he threw a tantrum when I had to take the bowl away to put the mix into the mini-muffin pans. (Two bite brownies...yum yum)
We thought he'd got back to school at lunch on Wednesday. He was acting super pitiful all morning, but wasn't running a fever, and I ended up letting him go down for a nap around 10:30. (After I completed my weekly 10am conference call with the client with him on laying on my shoulder while I stood at the computer with the cell phone to my ear - yep - still supermom over here... teehee) Anyhow - he slept until about 12:30ish - and I guess I had already decided that he needed to stay home the afternoon too and I would just work from home. I know I wasn't in work clothes at this point - so I'm going to stick to that story. Well, at 1:00 - he threw up. All over the kitchen. Over and over. It was so pitiful. And there was nothing I could do but rub his back and try to aim him mostly to the floor and not on his clothes/shoes. (all of which were immediately stripped and put in the washer)
He went immediately to the bathtub and I'm not sure he even realized he was sick. Silly monkey. And that's how the rest of the week went. Just when we thought he was getting better he would throw up or have diarrhea. We kept him home Friday for that specific reason - I was sure that the minute he walked into school he would throw up on one of the little girls in his class - and we'd be THOSE terrible parents....
So - I think we're all caught up. The weekend was pretty low key. I took a nap, William took a nap, and Sam slept in Sunday morning because he took Nyquil at 6am. My hubs is brilliant. But he did a lot of yardwork so I'll forgive him.
Loves.
Then, just to make 100% sure that I was the super cool mom, I let William help make the brownies after his nap. That pretty much goes against my pretend need to keep things clean but I thought he'd have fun. And he did. A lot of fun. And then he threw a tantrum when I had to take the bowl away to put the mix into the mini-muffin pans. (Two bite brownies...yum yum)
We thought he'd got back to school at lunch on Wednesday. He was acting super pitiful all morning, but wasn't running a fever, and I ended up letting him go down for a nap around 10:30. (After I completed my weekly 10am conference call with the client with him on laying on my shoulder while I stood at the computer with the cell phone to my ear - yep - still supermom over here... teehee) Anyhow - he slept until about 12:30ish - and I guess I had already decided that he needed to stay home the afternoon too and I would just work from home. I know I wasn't in work clothes at this point - so I'm going to stick to that story. Well, at 1:00 - he threw up. All over the kitchen. Over and over. It was so pitiful. And there was nothing I could do but rub his back and try to aim him mostly to the floor and not on his clothes/shoes. (all of which were immediately stripped and put in the washer)
He went immediately to the bathtub and I'm not sure he even realized he was sick. Silly monkey. And that's how the rest of the week went. Just when we thought he was getting better he would throw up or have diarrhea. We kept him home Friday for that specific reason - I was sure that the minute he walked into school he would throw up on one of the little girls in his class - and we'd be THOSE terrible parents....
So - I think we're all caught up. The weekend was pretty low key. I took a nap, William took a nap, and Sam slept in Sunday morning because he took Nyquil at 6am. My hubs is brilliant. But he did a lot of yardwork so I'll forgive him.
Loves.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Callaway with two toddlers
That's right. My friend Brittney and I got the bright idea that, yes, we could absolutely do Callaway without Sam's help (he was stomach bug icky sick). Sam is supposed to be the one to drag the bike trailer that houses the kiddos. And he's the one that is supposed to put it together. I was really worried about the putting it together part... But he gave me a great tutorial Saturday night, and it only took me thirty-something minutes to do it by myself with a pint size tornado playing in the parking lot. Easy cheesey.
But, seriously, we had the most fun. It was perfectly overcast but warm. I actually love those kind of days. Brittney spent four years in Seattle - so she kind LOVES the sun - but not me. I'll take overcast all day long. I can pretend that I don't need sunscreen if the clouds are out. And, yes, I know that that is actually false advertising, but let me have it. I burn in five minutes - I know the importance of SPF 70.
Back to the kids. William and Henry are only 2 months apart and get wonderfully tickled when they see eachother. They are about to be reunited at school (daycare....) in the toddler room after William transitions successfully - and if there were a little more cognizant - they would both be thrilled. Brittney had to rent a bike, so she got one with a kid seat on the back and Henry started there. But after the Butterfly House, he decided it would be much more fun to sit with his friend. Why it never occurred to me to get a picture of the two of them in the trailer is beyond me...but I didn't. It was adorable though - just so you know. Piles of toys and just enough room for the kiddos.
After the Butterfly House is the long part of the bike riding. They started throwing tantrums - so we stopped by the lake and let them run around for a bit. And the moral of the story - the more balls the better. Though, they will inevitably ignore that there are two and chase/fight/argue over just one. Luckily, we never officially had to break up a fight, but occasionally I think it looked like we were playing "fetch" with our children. I'm going to assume that isn't a DFACS calling worthy offense. If it is - I take it back. We played "catch".
Another long bike ride - and it was finally time for lunch. Sam and I always stop at the deck on the lake - and I can never remember how long it takes to get there. Note to self - it's after Bridge 12 and approximately 15 or so minutes from the big lake by the golf course. I think...the time might be off. Oh well. You get there when you get there and there aren't too many hills. William wanted nothing to do with what we brought for lunch - he only wanted what Henry was eating. Henry was eating a plum. A whole plum. William only thought he wanted that - he couldn't figure out how to take a bite even after I started it for him. Oh well. I guess he survives on air alone. And cheese. He ate some cheese. (the cheese was also Henry's)
We explored in the woods for a little bit, took a couple adorable little boy pictures and then off again. I will say, that the two of them put together equals about 60 pounds of little boy, plus all the toys, and the weight of the actual trailer. I got my workout for the week. Which is good, because I have NO motivation to go the gym. Brittney did relieve me once, but for the most part I did it all by myself. And I'm kinda proud of that. Atleast I know I can. But I genuinely prefer Sam to do it. Too bad that the "trailer hauling bike" is the one with the comfortable seat. Serious flaw... oh well.
We finally got to the Botanical Gardens. Two boys that hadn't taken naps. A little interesting but mostly still ok. They really loved putting their hands in the fountain and for a second I was fairly certain my kid was going swimming. That would've been fun. Especially since this supermom forgot to bring a change of clothes. Brilliant. I know. I had two emergency pacis and every single toy we owned, but nothing for him to wear if he fell in the lake/fountain/puddle. Brilliant.
William ran back and forth through the greenhouses and then we played a little outside - more balls. And little kid tackling. That was fun. Though William really needed his nap - so it was short lived for us. Throw them both back in the trailer - bike up one incredibly long hill (really not that bad but at the end of the day it was kinda like murder) - five minutes - and we were back to the beginning. Wonderful day.
It took me another thirty minutes to break the trailer down. Again with the tornado running around a now busier parking lot. But I think the two of them might've been asleep before we made it out of Callaway. I know William was atleast. We all had a really wonderful time. It's nice to spend a low key day with a great friend. And hopefully the boys won't have a toddler sized falling out and we can all still get together. Seriously - what happens if your children become enemies? Random - sorry.
So - that was the weekend. Or atleast Sunday. By Tuesday William had a fever, and then has been throwing up and having diarrhea. Fun fun for us. It appears that I am atleast immune to the icky stomach bug. Sweet. And hopefully, he's over it. We kept him home today just because every time we think he's better he then proceeds to throw up on something - and I would kinda prefer that it wouldn't be one of the girls in a cute pink dress at school. I'm pretty sure they frown on that.
Loves!
we told them to hold hands while in the parking lot but then they kept doing it - such sweet little boys - how did we get so lucky?!
But, seriously, we had the most fun. It was perfectly overcast but warm. I actually love those kind of days. Brittney spent four years in Seattle - so she kind LOVES the sun - but not me. I'll take overcast all day long. I can pretend that I don't need sunscreen if the clouds are out. And, yes, I know that that is actually false advertising, but let me have it. I burn in five minutes - I know the importance of SPF 70.
Such a happy boy - always running!!
Back to the kids. William and Henry are only 2 months apart and get wonderfully tickled when they see eachother. They are about to be reunited at school (daycare....) in the toddler room after William transitions successfully - and if there were a little more cognizant - they would both be thrilled. Brittney had to rent a bike, so she got one with a kid seat on the back and Henry started there. But after the Butterfly House, he decided it would be much more fun to sit with his friend. Why it never occurred to me to get a picture of the two of them in the trailer is beyond me...but I didn't. It was adorable though - just so you know. Piles of toys and just enough room for the kiddos.
on the very few times that William won the ball - Henry was none too pleased... ;)
After the Butterfly House is the long part of the bike riding. They started throwing tantrums - so we stopped by the lake and let them run around for a bit. And the moral of the story - the more balls the better. Though, they will inevitably ignore that there are two and chase/fight/argue over just one. Luckily, we never officially had to break up a fight, but occasionally I think it looked like we were playing "fetch" with our children. I'm going to assume that isn't a DFACS calling worthy offense. If it is - I take it back. We played "catch".
Cheese & plums - yum yum
Another long bike ride - and it was finally time for lunch. Sam and I always stop at the deck on the lake - and I can never remember how long it takes to get there. Note to self - it's after Bridge 12 and approximately 15 or so minutes from the big lake by the golf course. I think...the time might be off. Oh well. You get there when you get there and there aren't too many hills. William wanted nothing to do with what we brought for lunch - he only wanted what Henry was eating. Henry was eating a plum. A whole plum. William only thought he wanted that - he couldn't figure out how to take a bite even after I started it for him. Oh well. I guess he survives on air alone. And cheese. He ate some cheese. (the cheese was also Henry's)
Momma - why are you taking pictures of me walking in the woods instead of opening this baggy of goldfish?!
We explored in the woods for a little bit, took a couple adorable little boy pictures and then off again. I will say, that the two of them put together equals about 60 pounds of little boy, plus all the toys, and the weight of the actual trailer. I got my workout for the week. Which is good, because I have NO motivation to go the gym. Brittney did relieve me once, but for the most part I did it all by myself. And I'm kinda proud of that. Atleast I know I can. But I genuinely prefer Sam to do it. Too bad that the "trailer hauling bike" is the one with the comfortable seat. Serious flaw... oh well.
The cutest babe that ever did live.
We finally got to the Botanical Gardens. Two boys that hadn't taken naps. A little interesting but mostly still ok. They really loved putting their hands in the fountain and for a second I was fairly certain my kid was going swimming. That would've been fun. Especially since this supermom forgot to bring a change of clothes. Brilliant. I know. I had two emergency pacis and every single toy we owned, but nothing for him to wear if he fell in the lake/fountain/puddle. Brilliant.
at one point he was laying on his belly to put both his arms in the water
William ran back and forth through the greenhouses and then we played a little outside - more balls. And little kid tackling. That was fun. Though William really needed his nap - so it was short lived for us. Throw them both back in the trailer - bike up one incredibly long hill (really not that bad but at the end of the day it was kinda like murder) - five minutes - and we were back to the beginning. Wonderful day.
if only he was looking directly at the camera - this would be one the most perfect pictures of all time
It took me another thirty minutes to break the trailer down. Again with the tornado running around a now busier parking lot. But I think the two of them might've been asleep before we made it out of Callaway. I know William was atleast. We all had a really wonderful time. It's nice to spend a low key day with a great friend. And hopefully the boys won't have a toddler sized falling out and we can all still get together. Seriously - what happens if your children become enemies? Random - sorry.
William, Meghan, Brittney, Henry
So - that was the weekend. Or atleast Sunday. By Tuesday William had a fever, and then has been throwing up and having diarrhea. Fun fun for us. It appears that I am atleast immune to the icky stomach bug. Sweet. And hopefully, he's over it. We kept him home today just because every time we think he's better he then proceeds to throw up on something - and I would kinda prefer that it wouldn't be one of the girls in a cute pink dress at school. I'm pretty sure they frown on that.
Silly happy boy - I'm sure he's telling Henry something very important - or I caught him mid-giggle... :)
Loves!
Saturday, February 19, 2011
apparently I've been busy...
I keep meaning to write a new post every single weekend. Or remember to stay up an extra twenty minutes on a weeknight - craziness, I know... God forbid I see 10 o'clock. But here, I am. On the 19th, desperately trying to remember all the cute things my kid does.
Oh and the best part - I'm pretty sure the camera has been dead for the entire month. We'll see. I still have to go to Picasa and find pictures to put in here because I know that seeing William's funny faces is the only reason anyone even looks at this blog. Certainly not for my wonderful prose I am sure.
Ok - break time already - must go cook dinosaur chicken nuggets. Newest attempt to get kid to swallow something that isn't fruit.
Hey again - for the record - it's been three hours. But - William LOVED the chicken nuggets and the crinkle fries. He did ignore the green beans - but I'll take what I can get. The most momentous part of the dinner - was pre-dinner. Sam has been sick with a cold all week, and then got a fun little stomach bug last night...yay...(insert major amounts of sarcasm here). He's not real fond of very solid food right, so I made peach banana smoothies. Precisely what Sam wanted, and William had fun sharing mine. And by share I mean, practically dump the whole thing all over him. He had to go down to his diaper for the rest of the evening. It was a mess. And I'm not a crazy clean mom, but I generally try to avoid giving him things that he not really ready for AND that are going to create a major sticky mess. A smoothie from a real cup certainly qualifies. I told him to feel special. I bet he did as he giggled through the mess on his face. He loved it. Silly boy.
At the end of January, since that's where I technically left this blog hanging... William got his first official haircut. We got there almost exactly when they opened and we still had six kids in front of us. Lord. I was sad to see his curls go and was terrified that they were just baby curls and would be lost forever... but - nope - the kid has curly hair. Drives his Daddy crazy trying to get it to brush down and stay. Exercise in futility for sure. I love it. He did pretty well. Only cried a little, and I'm convinced that most of it was because the kids in front of him cried and he felt like he should... And he threw a tantrum when we made him get out of the airplane. He looks like such a big boy.
He is definitely getting pretty awesome at following directions. He will put things down, throw things in the trash, put his clothes in the hamper. It's all kinda amazing every single day. I'm impressed with my kid. I realize that this doesn't make him a genius, but it sure is fun to watch him learn things...and a little worrisome trying to figure out just how much he really does understand...haha.
Valentine's Day was pretty lowkey. We didn't even get him a huge big thing. We thought about getting him one of the monsters from Target that sang and danced, because he made us press all the buttons and stand in the aisle and dance with him every time we went...but turns out we just couldn't bear to spend $10 on yet another noise making toy that would eventually end up in a forgotten corner. Though, now they have regular animals that sing and dance, not just red ones for the LOVE Holiday.... I bet that I eventually break down and buy one... hopefully I can hold out atleast another month. We'll see - willpower is not my strong suit. Oh, but he did get one super awesome homemade card, a horse that neighs, and a light up spinning toy that he picked out himself. He broke it within fifteen minutes of getting it and we had to superglue the clear globe back together - so our fingerprints live forever. Great.
Found out this week that he will be beginning the move to the Toddler room. I thought I would be super excited. It's a bigger room, MUCH bigger room, it means that he's developing forward, etc etc. But, turns out, I'm all kinds of sad. He LOOOVVEES his teachers and they really are the best. They give him extra fruit because he loves it and they have the cutest morning routine that involves riding the breakfast cart. I really don't know how he is going to do without them (and me too). But, he's getting more independent, so I'm sure it will be fine. Though, the director did say that he is "a sensitive lad"...so we'll cross our fingers for a seamless transition. (i'm not holding my breath though..)
Yep. So except for Sam being sick all week, which is really starting irritate me, (and, yes, I know that isn't nice...but I'm ready for him to be out of bed) - there isn't a whole lot else new around here. I'm working on cleaning the car and getting it packed to go to Callaway tomorrow with a friend and her 20 month old...and that's about it. And I am going to remember to charge the camera, so I won't have to admit to William when he is 25 that there was an entire month of his life that wasn't documented. At all. Ha!
Loves.
Oh and the best part - I'm pretty sure the camera has been dead for the entire month. We'll see. I still have to go to Picasa and find pictures to put in here because I know that seeing William's funny faces is the only reason anyone even looks at this blog. Certainly not for my wonderful prose I am sure.
Ok - break time already - must go cook dinosaur chicken nuggets. Newest attempt to get kid to swallow something that isn't fruit.
Hey again - for the record - it's been three hours. But - William LOVED the chicken nuggets and the crinkle fries. He did ignore the green beans - but I'll take what I can get. The most momentous part of the dinner - was pre-dinner. Sam has been sick with a cold all week, and then got a fun little stomach bug last night...yay...(insert major amounts of sarcasm here). He's not real fond of very solid food right, so I made peach banana smoothies. Precisely what Sam wanted, and William had fun sharing mine. And by share I mean, practically dump the whole thing all over him. He had to go down to his diaper for the rest of the evening. It was a mess. And I'm not a crazy clean mom, but I generally try to avoid giving him things that he not really ready for AND that are going to create a major sticky mess. A smoothie from a real cup certainly qualifies. I told him to feel special. I bet he did as he giggled through the mess on his face. He loved it. Silly boy.
this is why he REALLY needed a haircut - the curls got so frizzy!
At the end of January, since that's where I technically left this blog hanging... William got his first official haircut. We got there almost exactly when they opened and we still had six kids in front of us. Lord. I was sad to see his curls go and was terrified that they were just baby curls and would be lost forever... but - nope - the kid has curly hair. Drives his Daddy crazy trying to get it to brush down and stay. Exercise in futility for sure. I love it. He did pretty well. Only cried a little, and I'm convinced that most of it was because the kids in front of him cried and he felt like he should... And he threw a tantrum when we made him get out of the airplane. He looks like such a big boy.
pretty ok with a haircut so far...
He is definitely getting pretty awesome at following directions. He will put things down, throw things in the trash, put his clothes in the hamper. It's all kinda amazing every single day. I'm impressed with my kid. I realize that this doesn't make him a genius, but it sure is fun to watch him learn things...and a little worrisome trying to figure out just how much he really does understand...haha.
MOM!!?!!! WHY!!??!!!
Valentine's Day was pretty lowkey. We didn't even get him a huge big thing. We thought about getting him one of the monsters from Target that sang and danced, because he made us press all the buttons and stand in the aisle and dance with him every time we went...but turns out we just couldn't bear to spend $10 on yet another noise making toy that would eventually end up in a forgotten corner. Though, now they have regular animals that sing and dance, not just red ones for the LOVE Holiday.... I bet that I eventually break down and buy one... hopefully I can hold out atleast another month. We'll see - willpower is not my strong suit. Oh, but he did get one super awesome homemade card, a horse that neighs, and a light up spinning toy that he picked out himself. He broke it within fifteen minutes of getting it and we had to superglue the clear globe back together - so our fingerprints live forever. Great.
Cool - I can drive this thing?!
Found out this week that he will be beginning the move to the Toddler room. I thought I would be super excited. It's a bigger room, MUCH bigger room, it means that he's developing forward, etc etc. But, turns out, I'm all kinds of sad. He LOOOVVEES his teachers and they really are the best. They give him extra fruit because he loves it and they have the cutest morning routine that involves riding the breakfast cart. I really don't know how he is going to do without them (and me too). But, he's getting more independent, so I'm sure it will be fine. Though, the director did say that he is "a sensitive lad"...so we'll cross our fingers for a seamless transition. (i'm not holding my breath though..)
Driving the car with Super Nana
Yep. So except for Sam being sick all week, which is really starting irritate me, (and, yes, I know that isn't nice...but I'm ready for him to be out of bed) - there isn't a whole lot else new around here. I'm working on cleaning the car and getting it packed to go to Callaway tomorrow with a friend and her 20 month old...and that's about it. And I am going to remember to charge the camera, so I won't have to admit to William when he is 25 that there was an entire month of his life that wasn't documented. At all. Ha!
I literally took hundred of pictures to get this shot - on the firetruck AND smiling.
Definitely worth making the camera battery die for.
Loves.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Cute Kiddo Pics
I feel like I atleast owe it to January to have two posts. But this is probably not going to be a blog post to go down in history of bests. Though, pictures of William making cute faces tend to save the day in all other situations - so here goes nothing...
Naked Baby!! I usually let him run around after bath for just a minute - apparently this time I let him run around long enough to locate the camera and take a picture...
This is one of his favorite new faces - tucking in his upper lip - he's not pouting though. We've decided that it is his "plotting" face... lord help us now
A devious grin. He thinks he's going down the stairs without holding anyone's hand...mistaken.
Grandaddy K & Mima came down for the day - William actually wanted Mima to pick him up first! I think it made her year!! :)
Learning a thing or two from Grandaddy K while they put together his new, fabulous toy bins.
Always so helpful - "sweeping" the carpet with the fan blade cleaner. He walked around all day with this thing - I'm considering taking up all the rugs and buying him a swiffer... just saying.
I know it's super fuzzy - but how cute is he?!
About anything suffices as a "paci" nowadays... It's really kind of ridiculous the things we have to take out of his mouth...
The Night Night routine. Daddy reads Goodnight Gorilla and then William reads it back to him.
OH!! Last thing - he will hold our hands now and walk calmly. Most of the time. If he thinks that it is his idea to hold hands - otherwise - he runs in the opposite direction in the middle of a very busy parking lot. Well, it wasn't THAT busy, or busy at all actually - we were at Lowe's WAY early on a Sunday morning... but still. It was a parking lot and he's little and there were big cars - so we're working on making sure that he thinks it's HIS idea - doing the "1 2 3 Weeeee!" game helps... Moving on.
Loves.
Friday, January 14, 2011
I believe I can Fly...
....William certainly does atleast. His climbing is getting seriously out of control. Leave him unsupervised for twenty seconds and he is on top of the tv cabinet in the living room trying to push the buttons (and the TV over the edge). Give him thirty seconds and he is standing on the console table looking out the window. And in a mere 5 seconds he can be on top of his blue table. I've already taken apart the blue table once this week - I told him twenty times that "We don't climb on tables" Monday, when we were home because of the weather, before I just couldn't take it anymore. Ms. Carolyn told me yesterday when I picked him up that he was trying to fly all day...lord help us. I don't wish a climber on anyone. It was cute at first that he was so determined and had enough motor skills to make it happen - but not anymore.
He's starting to follow directions now - and I guess has been for a little while. But if you ask him to go do something, put something back... more often than not - he will do it. The other night he was being super whiny and Sam told him to go to his room and find a paci. So he immediately walked from the living room to his room and was searching his bed for one. Insane. When did my kid start to understand every word we say? Guess I am going to have to start watching what I say...
He is finally talking when we leave daycare. He used to play possum, put his head on my shoulder, and pretend that daycare was the worst thing ever. But now, he still wants me to pick him up, but will say Bye Bye to his friends and teachers and even occasionally give them "what for" - which is perfectly adorable. All babbles, but it's so cute. Sam and I think he's the daycare darling - all the teachers want to play with him - and maybe they tell all the parents that - but I'm happy to believe that it's only my curly redheaded boy.
Oh - it's so cute! - he puckers his lips for kisses now!!! Seriously - the most adorable thing ever. He doesn't do it every time but when he does, I melt. Sweet sweet boy. And I'll have to say, I don't exactly miss the wide open kisses on the mouth. Always a little strange... :)
The big boy bed is still a hit. Though, yesterday morning I found him behind it trapped in the corner. I hope he got back there the "safe" way (IE not falling head over heels - though I'm assuming there would've been crying involved if had done that). He had discovered that we hid his tunnel back there and wanted it I guess... Anyhow - he's been doing really really well. Goes right to sleep just like he did in his crib and stays there all night. Easy cheesey. We got off very very lucky on this one.
I was a bad momma and didn't take him out in the snow on Monday. I didn't know what to put on his feet, was pretty sure he didn't have anything warm enough to wear, and quite frankly, I didn't want to have to keep him from throwing himself down our driveway every two seconds. I guess I'll go eat worms. (plus, the "snow" was really more like white ice...just saying)
He's convinced that the more he talks to Burnie, the more she will like him...
He's starting to follow directions now - and I guess has been for a little while. But if you ask him to go do something, put something back... more often than not - he will do it. The other night he was being super whiny and Sam told him to go to his room and find a paci. So he immediately walked from the living room to his room and was searching his bed for one. Insane. When did my kid start to understand every word we say? Guess I am going to have to start watching what I say...
straight chilling before "school" - he knows he's cool
He is finally talking when we leave daycare. He used to play possum, put his head on my shoulder, and pretend that daycare was the worst thing ever. But now, he still wants me to pick him up, but will say Bye Bye to his friends and teachers and even occasionally give them "what for" - which is perfectly adorable. All babbles, but it's so cute. Sam and I think he's the daycare darling - all the teachers want to play with him - and maybe they tell all the parents that - but I'm happy to believe that it's only my curly redheaded boy.
trying on Daddy's shoes
Oh - it's so cute! - he puckers his lips for kisses now!!! Seriously - the most adorable thing ever. He doesn't do it every time but when he does, I melt. Sweet sweet boy. And I'll have to say, I don't exactly miss the wide open kisses on the mouth. Always a little strange... :)
The Claw!!!
The big boy bed is still a hit. Though, yesterday morning I found him behind it trapped in the corner. I hope he got back there the "safe" way (IE not falling head over heels - though I'm assuming there would've been crying involved if had done that). He had discovered that we hid his tunnel back there and wanted it I guess... Anyhow - he's been doing really really well. Goes right to sleep just like he did in his crib and stays there all night. Easy cheesey. We got off very very lucky on this one.
How I keep him entertained while I cook
and fyi - rice in bowls is not such a good idea....goldfish are much better
I was a bad momma and didn't take him out in the snow on Monday. I didn't know what to put on his feet, was pretty sure he didn't have anything warm enough to wear, and quite frankly, I didn't want to have to keep him from throwing himself down our driveway every two seconds. I guess I'll go eat worms. (plus, the "snow" was really more like white ice...just saying)
Henry came to play!!!
Loves.
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