I think we might be discontinuing the annual Easter Bunny picture...
Loves.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Happy Easter!!
Will blog for real later... but in the mean-time...
I think we might be discontinuing the annual Easter Bunny picture...
Loves.
I think we might be discontinuing the annual Easter Bunny picture...
Loves.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
A little late.
I know, I know. I was supposed to do a post before today - but I failed. I decided to take a couple of three hours naps to try and kick whatever sickness is trying to get me. It's only slightly working, but I'm enjoying the extra sleep even if I get sick.
The biggest news of the week is that we are THIS close to being done with pacis. The tantrums were getting out of control if he didn't get one when he deemed it time and WE. WERE. DONE. WITH. THE. EPIC. TANTRUMS. I don't remember what day we started, but it began with large holes poked in them and now we are down to the plastic nubs being almost totally gone. I'm a little surprised at how he can still manage to put them in his mouth - I think it involves precise teeth placement. The weaning hasn't been without tears and fussing, but we're getting there. Poor guy.
I personally didn't care if he had a paci until he was in kindergarten, as long as he didn't throw a tantrum if he didn't get one the instant we got home from work/school. But oh well. I actually had someone tell me several months ago, that him having a paci was a "flaw". Oh - she's lucky that I almost never stand up for myself in the way I probably should, and try to let things roll off in the moment. (Now - Sam got an earful about when we got home - but she didn't hear a word) Because, quite frankly, who cares if my kid wants his paci?! It made him happy and calmed him down and goodness knows he was probably stressed out in his own little kid way - changing to a toddler room can be a big deal...! And I won't even get into what I believe are her kid's "flaws" - because that wouldn't be nice and all kids are different and all parenting styles are different.... blah blah blah. But I think we parent the best. haha! ;) moving off the soap box now...thank you for indulging.
So yeah - I'll let you know when he no longer asks for his MeeMee or Paa. Should be interesting in the next couple days when he can't even get a nub to stay in his mouth. I foresee legos making a comeback. ha.
I forgot to mention it, but a couple weeks ago during bath time - he very clearly stated "I Get Clean". Might've been the cutest thing ever. And we had forgotten that he had already had a first sentence (Mama, Eat Eat Now) but at the time - we were all so proud again. Not bad for a second sentence I guess. And since he almost never puts words together - I think it is still momentous. And very cute. And not to be repeated. Even with prompting. He is going to be 5 years old before he uses all the words I know he knows. But he will still be brilliant and successful. Plenty of kids are late talkers. Atleast, that's what I keep telling myself.... Obviously, I need to work harder at believing it.
The other morning before school we had a Simon Says dance party. A song came on the Wiggles, but it didn't last long enough for his taste, so I started singing and dancing. And then when I would stop, William would mimic me - singing and everything. 100% adorable. He went about 8 rounds - not bad for a kid with zero attention span. Wish I had a camera crew following him at all times so we would have it on video... oh well... maybe I can try to commit this one to memory for over a week, without a note to remind me. ;)
He thinks he's Mr. Cool and wants to lean back and put his feet up on everything. He will pull the little ottoman over to his green chair and straight relax. Having a juice and cheese is just bonus. He's such a cute little dork.
Oh - and just a quick mention - we are officially in the terrible twos. I don't know why they call it "TWOS" if it hits before then - but he can throw a tantrum with the best of them. And he nows thinks hitting and throwing toys is an appropriate way of displaying his displeasure. I know he's just frustrated because he can't tell us what he wants - but OMG - he hit me in the face with a lego train today - and IT HURT!! We have a new timeout corner and he doesn't like it. And I actually feel bad for him when he's in it because he usually just to crying even more hysterically and just wants me to comfort him. But I'm pretty sure that's against the rules for a timeout corner. I might need to read up on the correct protocol.... On that note...
Loves!
Easter Eggstravaganza at the Hortsman's
The biggest news of the week is that we are THIS close to being done with pacis. The tantrums were getting out of control if he didn't get one when he deemed it time and WE. WERE. DONE. WITH. THE. EPIC. TANTRUMS. I don't remember what day we started, but it began with large holes poked in them and now we are down to the plastic nubs being almost totally gone. I'm a little surprised at how he can still manage to put them in his mouth - I think it involves precise teeth placement. The weaning hasn't been without tears and fussing, but we're getting there. Poor guy.
He slowly started to realize what the game was about - we didn't bring a big enough basket...
I personally didn't care if he had a paci until he was in kindergarten, as long as he didn't throw a tantrum if he didn't get one the instant we got home from work/school. But oh well. I actually had someone tell me several months ago, that him having a paci was a "flaw". Oh - she's lucky that I almost never stand up for myself in the way I probably should, and try to let things roll off in the moment. (Now - Sam got an earful about when we got home - but she didn't hear a word) Because, quite frankly, who cares if my kid wants his paci?! It made him happy and calmed him down and goodness knows he was probably stressed out in his own little kid way - changing to a toddler room can be a big deal...! And I won't even get into what I believe are her kid's "flaws" - because that wouldn't be nice and all kids are different and all parenting styles are different.... blah blah blah. But I think we parent the best. haha! ;) moving off the soap box now...thank you for indulging.
Cutest boy ever. Doesn't hurt that his momma makes his clothes... :)
So yeah - I'll let you know when he no longer asks for his MeeMee or Paa. Should be interesting in the next couple days when he can't even get a nub to stay in his mouth. I foresee legos making a comeback. ha.
A pink one!!! Those stood out easily in the grass!
I forgot to mention it, but a couple weeks ago during bath time - he very clearly stated "I Get Clean". Might've been the cutest thing ever. And we had forgotten that he had already had a first sentence (Mama, Eat Eat Now) but at the time - we were all so proud again. Not bad for a second sentence I guess. And since he almost never puts words together - I think it is still momentous. And very cute. And not to be repeated. Even with prompting. He is going to be 5 years old before he uses all the words I know he knows. But he will still be brilliant and successful. Plenty of kids are late talkers. Atleast, that's what I keep telling myself.... Obviously, I need to work harder at believing it.
He also quickly discovered that there was candy inside of the eggs
The other morning before school we had a Simon Says dance party. A song came on the Wiggles, but it didn't last long enough for his taste, so I started singing and dancing. And then when I would stop, William would mimic me - singing and everything. 100% adorable. He went about 8 rounds - not bad for a kid with zero attention span. Wish I had a camera crew following him at all times so we would have it on video... oh well... maybe I can try to commit this one to memory for over a week, without a note to remind me. ;)
Happy boy hopped up on sugar :)
He thinks he's Mr. Cool and wants to lean back and put his feet up on everything. He will pull the little ottoman over to his green chair and straight relax. Having a juice and cheese is just bonus. He's such a cute little dork.
Told ya - he likes to be comfortable
Oh - and just a quick mention - we are officially in the terrible twos. I don't know why they call it "TWOS" if it hits before then - but he can throw a tantrum with the best of them. And he nows thinks hitting and throwing toys is an appropriate way of displaying his displeasure. I know he's just frustrated because he can't tell us what he wants - but OMG - he hit me in the face with a lego train today - and IT HURT!! We have a new timeout corner and he doesn't like it. And I actually feel bad for him when he's in it because he usually just to crying even more hysterically and just wants me to comfort him. But I'm pretty sure that's against the rules for a timeout corner. I might need to read up on the correct protocol.... On that note...
The play porch is awesome - unless he decides to lock himself out there and "has" to knock to be let back in
Loves!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
So much to remember
I know that lots of things have happened. Really truly adorable things. Maybe I should read my own blog to remind me where I left off... Seriously - what is it about sitting down to finally catch up on post writing that makes it impossible to remember anything about the previous week and a half. It's not fair. The only thing I can think of is what has happened in the past two days. And while I could certainly fill up a post about that, because, let's face it, my kid is pretty much the most entertaining being to hit all of your lives - ha! - there were probably hundreds of amusing things that happened last week. I just can't think of any of them. Oh well. Guess you're out of luck for the most part. My B.
I do remember (because there is a picture to jog my memory) that the kid loves bath time. He now immediately runs to the tub and then to his room to get naked at the first mention of bath time. And then, once his dirty clothes have been put in the hamper and his diaper has been discarded, he RUNS naked to the bathroom and tries to climb in the tub all by himself. Good thing he's not big enough for that one, because he often beats us in there. Bubble baths are a humongous hit of course. Yesterday, he was scooping up the bubbles with a shovel to put into the green & yellow cups. Very serious work. He also thinks it's funny to pretend to go night-night in the tub by laying down and cuddling with the washcloth. He bent over one day to grab a toy that was between his legs and accidentally stuck most of his head in the water trying to get it - hilarious - he didn't really think so though. He was very confused about the whole thing.
We went up to the mountains this weekend (ie - my parent's house) to help with some major yardwork that Sara wanted done for her birthday. Well, first - I didn't think there was going to be any yardwork unless all five kids were there (there were three of us plus Lainey & Sam)... second - I thought cleaning up the landscaping island meant simple weeding.....third - I'm really glad Sam decided to pack my tennis shoes even though I hadn't originally put them in my pile. So - Saturday morning after biscuits we got to work. I'm not sure I was very good for much. The pitch fork was pretty heavy for a pregnant woman with no core strength to be using - so that was passed off pretty quickly. I did rake down some of the cut down pieces of plants - but mostly I was on baby duty. Which was fine. He had stayed up WAY past his bedtime the night before - so he was a tad clingy and someone had to make sure that he didn't end up in the pond or in the horse pasture or running in the road. That was a full time job.
The manual labor didn't take too long - only maybe 2-3 hours and it was all done. A humongous heap at the burn pile to show for it and Sara was very pleased to be able to see daylight through the trees and bushes we didn't cut down. Happy to make her happy. But it was much nicer to spend family time in flip flops. Just saying.
William LOVES everything about being up there - but mainly the Moo Cows. We usually end up visiting them as soon as we can find a moment. Friday night they were being especially friendly and actually came right up to the gate to say hello to him. Of course, we didn't bring the camera with us because we thought that we'd be able to get a great picture the rest of the weekend. Nope. The cows decided they had had enough of us and our non-treat brining hands. Oh well. There were horses to see.
He also loved petting the horses. And he wasn't scared of them. Granted - someone was always holding him and he was incredibly hesitant about sitting on Jake - but he did really really good. Even helped mommy feed them carrots on Sunday. Though - he didn't appreciate Shakes greedy lips grazing his hand. He pulled back in a hurry. The horses were good sports to put up with him.
The weekend was over just as quickly as it started and we were back home and back to work much too soon. I will try to write down and remember the cute things that he's done in the past three days and blog about that later this week. I know - crazy - I MIGHT get my act together enough to blog TWICE in one week. Lofty goals. Don't hold your breath. But I'm going to try and stay on track because there is going to be an Easter Egg hunt at a friend's house this weekend that I am sure will be blog worthy....
Loves.
happy naked boy in the tub
I do remember (because there is a picture to jog my memory) that the kid loves bath time. He now immediately runs to the tub and then to his room to get naked at the first mention of bath time. And then, once his dirty clothes have been put in the hamper and his diaper has been discarded, he RUNS naked to the bathroom and tries to climb in the tub all by himself. Good thing he's not big enough for that one, because he often beats us in there. Bubble baths are a humongous hit of course. Yesterday, he was scooping up the bubbles with a shovel to put into the green & yellow cups. Very serious work. He also thinks it's funny to pretend to go night-night in the tub by laying down and cuddling with the washcloth. He bent over one day to grab a toy that was between his legs and accidentally stuck most of his head in the water trying to get it - hilarious - he didn't really think so though. He was very confused about the whole thing.
dancing with daddy - not sure he's got the concept of a dip yet though
We went up to the mountains this weekend (ie - my parent's house) to help with some major yardwork that Sara wanted done for her birthday. Well, first - I didn't think there was going to be any yardwork unless all five kids were there (there were three of us plus Lainey & Sam)... second - I thought cleaning up the landscaping island meant simple weeding.....third - I'm really glad Sam decided to pack my tennis shoes even though I hadn't originally put them in my pile. So - Saturday morning after biscuits we got to work. I'm not sure I was very good for much. The pitch fork was pretty heavy for a pregnant woman with no core strength to be using - so that was passed off pretty quickly. I did rake down some of the cut down pieces of plants - but mostly I was on baby duty. Which was fine. He had stayed up WAY past his bedtime the night before - so he was a tad clingy and someone had to make sure that he didn't end up in the pond or in the horse pasture or running in the road. That was a full time job.
can you tell how big William is smiling? melt...
The manual labor didn't take too long - only maybe 2-3 hours and it was all done. A humongous heap at the burn pile to show for it and Sara was very pleased to be able to see daylight through the trees and bushes we didn't cut down. Happy to make her happy. But it was much nicer to spend family time in flip flops. Just saying.
waiting on breakfast with some serious bed head hair
William LOVES everything about being up there - but mainly the Moo Cows. We usually end up visiting them as soon as we can find a moment. Friday night they were being especially friendly and actually came right up to the gate to say hello to him. Of course, we didn't bring the camera with us because we thought that we'd be able to get a great picture the rest of the weekend. Nope. The cows decided they had had enough of us and our non-treat brining hands. Oh well. There were horses to see.
petting Shake and getting nuzzled by Jake
He also loved petting the horses. And he wasn't scared of them. Granted - someone was always holding him and he was incredibly hesitant about sitting on Jake - but he did really really good. Even helped mommy feed them carrots on Sunday. Though - he didn't appreciate Shakes greedy lips grazing his hand. He pulled back in a hurry. The horses were good sports to put up with him.
not so sure about riding Jake
The weekend was over just as quickly as it started and we were back home and back to work much too soon. I will try to write down and remember the cute things that he's done in the past three days and blog about that later this week. I know - crazy - I MIGHT get my act together enough to blog TWICE in one week. Lofty goals. Don't hold your breath. But I'm going to try and stay on track because there is going to be an Easter Egg hunt at a friend's house this weekend that I am sure will be blog worthy....
we should seriously start INSISTING that camera people stand on or above our level - down the hill is not a good angle for anyone... oh well. Cute family picture anyway - just not going to end up in a frame....just saying ;)
Loves.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Funny Pictures
I totally intended on composing a clever and inspiring blog post this weekend. It didn't happen. Instead, we turned the office into a playroom and somehow this meant that all the furniture we own had to be moved. Including, but not limited to, really heavy armoires. Well - not all the furniture - but it certainly felt that way during the fourth break I had to take while carrying the armoire from our bedroom to the living room. But - the new playroom is awesome, despite the lack of flooring. Yep, the floor is still concrete. We're awesome like that.
BUT - there is a wonderful New To Us sleeper sofa that doesn't feel amazingly uncomfortable and the tv from our bedroom that was never able to be hooked to the cable because I couldn't physically reach that side of the house in the crawl space - is all hooked up and connected to the DVR. So now I can watch Grey's Anatomy while Sam watches something else and we're all happy. Oh - yeah - and there's lot of room for toys. Lots of room. So now William kinda owns three rooms out of the whole house. There are only eight rooms total...ha!
I'm waiting on Sam to return with zebra cakes - so here are funny William pictures. Oh - and before I forget - William has become VERY helpful. Remind me to expand on that later.
Loves!
BUT - there is a wonderful New To Us sleeper sofa that doesn't feel amazingly uncomfortable and the tv from our bedroom that was never able to be hooked to the cable because I couldn't physically reach that side of the house in the crawl space - is all hooked up and connected to the DVR. So now I can watch Grey's Anatomy while Sam watches something else and we're all happy. Oh - yeah - and there's lot of room for toys. Lots of room. So now William kinda owns three rooms out of the whole house. There are only eight rooms total...ha!
I'm waiting on Sam to return with zebra cakes - so here are funny William pictures. Oh - and before I forget - William has become VERY helpful. Remind me to expand on that later.
Rocking the shades with paci look - he's actually taken to calling his paci MeeMee - I have no idea where that came from
He usually loves to slide - not sure what's up with his posture
Always on the move - but he loves the rocking horse Grandaddy K brought down and left as a surprise in the shed - total awesomeness when I discovered that one!
There is not a single good valid reason why I let him run around outside basically naked except that I thought it was funny that he wanted his shoes on and thought that Sam needed to laugh with me.
I should really stop trying to take self-portraits of the two of us - never turns out...
Loves!
Sunday, March 27, 2011
It's a Zoo!!
Sam and I planned a vacation day for this past Friday and months ago decided that since William's favorite book is Goodnight Gorilla that we should spend the day at the zoo. We were originally going to go to the Atlanta zoo - but did you know that tickets are $18!! Plus the gas up, plus you can't bring in your own food, etc etc - so we went to the Montgomery zoo instead. Half the cost, same drive, we could bring a picnic - win win win. So off we went at 8:30am, car packed, baby all set with toys and snacks, and plenty of time to drive through Alabama.
And the drive was pretty easy. I forgot to eat breakfast - I know - how can a pregnant lady forget to eat?! Well, inbetween getting William ready, myself ready, and keeping him off of table tops, there is plenty of time to forget to eat. So I made Sam stop in Opelika or maybe it was Auburn...for butter biscuits and a sprite. Yum yum. But we still made it to the zoo in 1 hour and 45 minutes, right on schedule. 15 minutes after they opened.
And perfect timing to realize that a kindergarten was also taking a field trip. yay....not so much. Suddenly all of my teachers and chaperones look like saints. Turns out I have very little patience for children who are not mine. And all these kids were just big enough to run over William but too small to care or look out. Very frustrating. I'm pretty sure Sam told me to keep my comments to myself (or atleast for them to be truly "under my breath") more than once. oops...
Anyhow. William loved the zoo. We started left and went to Australia and he knew what the kangaroos were! I have no idea how - they are not in Goodnight Gorilla - but he was talking to them and pointing saying 'roo... ?! He may not have a very large vocabulary, but he is brilliant. (atleast we think so...) There were also lots of birds in that same exhibit and he had a great time. Plus, the choo choo train came by very close and he thought that was great too. (he had no idea he would get to actually ride it later!!!)
Next up was one of my favorites of the day - Tigers in Asia. One tiger especially was putting on a show walking back and forth not 12 inches from the glass and William loved it. He can't say tiger but he can say Kitty!! So he told the big kitty Hi a couple of times, banged on the glass, and had a generally wonderful time.
We saw a bison? next - it was a very large looking cow animal and he mooed at it. And there were deer in the same enclosure that fascinated William - it took a very long time to get him to look at the bison/cow/animal. It was so much fun getting down on his level with the video camera peeking through the wood fence to see what he was seeing as he talked to them.
The cutest pat was when we got to the lions. Sam snagged a spot right by the glass and the lion was showing off walking back and forth (just like the tiger - they must have a complex). William just roared and roared at the "big kitty" and it was perfectly adorable. Of course, I wasn't able to get a video of it because of the hoards of kindergarteners and their rude grandparents. We even went back to get a video but the lions were taking a mid-afternoon nap and weren't inspiring William to roar very much. Oh well. Maybe next time.
We ate lunch at the playground, William gorged himself on some lunchable turkey circles and goldfish, we finished out the North America section, and then we went to the car to take apart the bike trailer turned cadillac stroller so we could....wait for it...............ride the choo choo train!!!!
Poor guy hadn't taken a nap, except for 30 minutes in the car on the way down, so he was more than a little worn out. He wanted to sit all by himself though. Wanted nothing to do with mommy & daddy. Fine. I like to snuggle with the hubs without a little person inbetween anyway. It was the perfect end to a great day. We even saw some ponies that apparently live in the woods by the lake - quite a surprise!
So then we headed home and I'm pretty sure that William was asleep before we had been on the road five minutes and he slept nearly all the way back. Easy cheesey. I might've tried to squeeze in a catnap myself but found it more than a little difficult to get comfortable. I may not look very pregnant just yet, but this chubby belly of mine was causing some serious car sleeping issues.
Oh! And because I think I forgot to mention it, and this blog is how I keep track of things like this, William was 26.2 lbs and 34 inches tall at his 18 month well check, which I think was in February. February 12th maybe? Hmm...gonna have to look that one up I suppose. Anyhow. He grew a whole 2 inches since his 15 month well check - which we probably already knew since I had to let the hem out on many of his pants. And we were being dorks and watching old videos of him last night - and he has grown a nice little belly in the past 1-2 months. Definitely not a "big" kid by any means, but a little less of a squirt now.
Loves!
Hey Kitty Kitty!!
And the drive was pretty easy. I forgot to eat breakfast - I know - how can a pregnant lady forget to eat?! Well, inbetween getting William ready, myself ready, and keeping him off of table tops, there is plenty of time to forget to eat. So I made Sam stop in Opelika or maybe it was Auburn...for butter biscuits and a sprite. Yum yum. But we still made it to the zoo in 1 hour and 45 minutes, right on schedule. 15 minutes after they opened.
These were the best monkeys - so fun and playful - and there was even a baby monkey!!
And perfect timing to realize that a kindergarten was also taking a field trip. yay....not so much. Suddenly all of my teachers and chaperones look like saints. Turns out I have very little patience for children who are not mine. And all these kids were just big enough to run over William but too small to care or look out. Very frustrating. I'm pretty sure Sam told me to keep my comments to myself (or atleast for them to be truly "under my breath") more than once. oops...
Posing with the pigmy hippo
Anyhow. William loved the zoo. We started left and went to Australia and he knew what the kangaroos were! I have no idea how - they are not in Goodnight Gorilla - but he was talking to them and pointing saying 'roo... ?! He may not have a very large vocabulary, but he is brilliant. (atleast we think so...) There were also lots of birds in that same exhibit and he had a great time. Plus, the choo choo train came by very close and he thought that was great too. (he had no idea he would get to actually ride it later!!!)
If only he was smiling - this would be my new favorite picture of all-time...
Next up was one of my favorites of the day - Tigers in Asia. One tiger especially was putting on a show walking back and forth not 12 inches from the glass and William loved it. He can't say tiger but he can say Kitty!! So he told the big kitty Hi a couple of times, banged on the glass, and had a generally wonderful time.
Taking a picture with the cut out monkey just seemed appropriate for some reason
We saw a bison? next - it was a very large looking cow animal and he mooed at it. And there were deer in the same enclosure that fascinated William - it took a very long time to get him to look at the bison/cow/animal. It was so much fun getting down on his level with the video camera peeking through the wood fence to see what he was seeing as he talked to them.
We were absolutely terrified he was going to drop that blue car over the edge and the humongous meltdown that would inevitably follow.
The cutest pat was when we got to the lions. Sam snagged a spot right by the glass and the lion was showing off walking back and forth (just like the tiger - they must have a complex). William just roared and roared at the "big kitty" and it was perfectly adorable. Of course, I wasn't able to get a video of it because of the hoards of kindergarteners and their rude grandparents. We even went back to get a video but the lions were taking a mid-afternoon nap and weren't inspiring William to roar very much. Oh well. Maybe next time.
So tired waiting on the train to move.
We ate lunch at the playground, William gorged himself on some lunchable turkey circles and goldfish, we finished out the North America section, and then we went to the car to take apart the bike trailer turned cadillac stroller so we could....wait for it...............ride the choo choo train!!!!
One of the few train pictures with his face in the frame - most of the time he was glued to the front of the train taking it all in.
Poor guy hadn't taken a nap, except for 30 minutes in the car on the way down, so he was more than a little worn out. He wanted to sit all by himself though. Wanted nothing to do with mommy & daddy. Fine. I like to snuggle with the hubs without a little person inbetween anyway. It was the perfect end to a great day. We even saw some ponies that apparently live in the woods by the lake - quite a surprise!
Just to prove that all three of us were there at the same time we took a family picture right before we left
So then we headed home and I'm pretty sure that William was asleep before we had been on the road five minutes and he slept nearly all the way back. Easy cheesey. I might've tried to squeeze in a catnap myself but found it more than a little difficult to get comfortable. I may not look very pregnant just yet, but this chubby belly of mine was causing some serious car sleeping issues.
Oh! And because I think I forgot to mention it, and this blog is how I keep track of things like this, William was 26.2 lbs and 34 inches tall at his 18 month well check, which I think was in February. February 12th maybe? Hmm...gonna have to look that one up I suppose. Anyhow. He grew a whole 2 inches since his 15 month well check - which we probably already knew since I had to let the hem out on many of his pants. And we were being dorks and watching old videos of him last night - and he has grown a nice little belly in the past 1-2 months. Definitely not a "big" kid by any means, but a little less of a squirt now.
Loves!
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
A "quiet" Sunday morning
William slept in until 8:00am Sunday morning!! Totally unheard of. That kid is usually up at 'em by 7:00 at the latest... And it's more awesome because Sundays are "mommy morning" days - so I didn't have to get up until 8am either. Gotta love him.
I completely forgot that Sunday is cinnamon roll breakfast day - how I forgot when it's been that day for well over a year now - but I did and gave the munchkin vanilla yogurt. He loves it. He gets to use a spoon like a big boy and he didn't ask for cheese for once in his life. I'm going to blame the whole thing on him sleeping late - I was pretty sure none of it was even real.
Usually Sam would get to sleep an extra hour after me and the baby get up but at 8:30 I told Sam he better get up soon or he was going to feel like he missed his whole day. And that's true. If I'd let him sleep until 9 he would've been ticked off and wondering what happened all day long. He got up, made a bagel, and then we were off to the park. The idea being that it wouldn't be hot, William wouldn't need sunscreen and a hat, and there wouldn't be gobs of people not watching their children stomp all over my little kid. Just saying.
We got there a little after 9am I think and it was great. Except for the massive amount of trash everywhere. Seriously. It was disgusting. We were constantly saying "No" "Trash" "Yuck Yuck". I guess the city doesn't want to work on Saturday, but you would think with such a high profile park/playground - they would make a little effort. Whatever. Maybe I'll start a Sunday morning clean up group. Moving on. William went down a slide, cleaning up pollen and dew with his navy pants (second pair of the day already - the yogurt mysteriously got on his previous gray ones...). So, we gently pointed him to the swings.
In the past couple weeks he hasn't been able to get a turn on the good baby blue swing - he always has to go to the red one. So, of course, he made a bee-line for the red one even though there was no one else to take his turn and Sam had to pick him up and carry him back to the good swing. And all is wonderful. He's kicking and laughing - we're taking pictures (with Sam's parents' camera) and it's turning into a really fun morning.
And then this kid (who I thought was 19 or 20) walks in to the park. I thought it was a little strange that he would even be awake, and Sam was afraid we were about to be robbed because we had the camera out, but he just crossed in front of us like he was taking a short cut to the other side or something. But then he knocks over the trash that was piled way high on the trash can that was about 20 feet from where we were swinging. I said "Seriously?!" because the park was already trashed and now there is even more on the ground - kids are going to start showing up and it's disgusting and there was no reason for it.
He looks back at us, and I swear I could barely understand/hear a word that came out of his mouth, but I heard him say "Man, I'm so jacked up" blah blah blah. I know he said more - but that's all I could get. Sam and I talk and watch him because it's so very strange and I'm pissed that now when we are done swinging there is going to be more "no" "trash" "yuck yuck"... Kid walks away towards the tress/tennis courts and I'm just thinking thank goodness. Keep moving. But no.
Humongous man child picks up a humongous stick by the trees and begins smacking the tree with it as he decides to come back around. He circles the tree and comes back up the other path by other playground equipment, messes with another trashcan and grabs a bottle out of it. Crosses in front of us the same way as before. At this point, I'm honestly a little more than concerned and feeling very threatened. He was no less than 6 feet tall and somewhere in the 250 kinda range. Huge. And he's mumbling. And looking at us. And I don't like it. At all.
So awesome. He's back to standing at the original trashcan (let me remind you 20 FEET AWAY!!) and he's pushing more trash on the ground and mumbling something and staring us down. Which, we're staring him down pretty seriously too - so I guess that was warranted... ? Sam and I both took turns telling him to just Move On. We're just trying to play with our kid, this is a place for children, please just go somewhere else.
Well, he really has no intention of going anywhere. All through our "conversation", I'm also telling Sam just to call the police. I feel threatened, this is not good, just call 911. I move from behind William pushing him to in front - so I would be between scary humongo boy and William. Just felt like the smart thing to do. And I guess at about the same time, Sam decided he should call the police and puts his phone to his ear.
Humongo spooky kid didn't like that and threw the bottle he was holding at Sam. I just heard the thud from Sam swatting it away and it hitting the ground. Next thing I know - Sam has charged humongo spooky kid and is yelling bloody murder at him while chasing him towards Cherokee Ave. He made quite the scene, and thank goodness people (everyone!!) paid attention. The newspaper lady had seen the whole thing, one of her customers in a car followed around the corner, and apparently a whole slew of other people were actual witnesses.
I was more than a little stunned at the whole thing. I quickly picked up William out of the swing and held him close as we watched his Daddy chase the bad man. Not ashamed to say, I really was pretty scared at this point. Started crying - I was so startled by all of it. Never seen my husband act like that, but so thankful at the same time. I really wasn't sure where any of it was going and even more happy I had the forethought to put myself between bad man and the baby.
Spooky kid stayed on the walking path and stopped running at some point - so Sam could slow down and call 911. He used the words "Lakebottom Park" and "assaulting people" and the cops showed up pretty quickly. Also good. Apparently the kid was only 15 years old and both the cops who showed up had arrested him on two separate occasions and liked him for other crimes. Awesome.
Maybe about 20 minutes later, not sure - time kinda stands still or moves insanely fast at the park chasing a busy boy, he walks back. He won't let me go give a statement. Says the cops are finishing up, and that the kid will probably be released to his mother since the chances of getting him in YDC are pretty slim... Boo - I think they should've taken him to real jail then, but I guess there are rules against that. Apparently Sam will get a call when a court date is set and I'm kinda looking forward to going in all of my pregnant glory and show that thug of a kid what a disgusting piece of scum he is to get into it with a family trying to have a nice Sunday morning.
I am incredibly proud of my husband and how he handled the whole thing. And I kinda love that in "fight or flight" - he has FIGHT. And spooky boy better be glad he was flight and kinda fast - because Sam would've probably killed him while protecting his family. You just don't mess with someone's pregnant wife and son. We joked that Sam is cleaning up the park one thug at a time... :) Now if we could just repeat it without the assault and scariness to get the park cleaned up - but that's another story (rant) for another day.
So, yeah, what was supposed to be a sweet family morning turned into a thug getting chased out of the park and charged with littering, disorderly conduct, and assault.
Serves him right. Thug.
I completely forgot that Sunday is cinnamon roll breakfast day - how I forgot when it's been that day for well over a year now - but I did and gave the munchkin vanilla yogurt. He loves it. He gets to use a spoon like a big boy and he didn't ask for cheese for once in his life. I'm going to blame the whole thing on him sleeping late - I was pretty sure none of it was even real.
Usually Sam would get to sleep an extra hour after me and the baby get up but at 8:30 I told Sam he better get up soon or he was going to feel like he missed his whole day. And that's true. If I'd let him sleep until 9 he would've been ticked off and wondering what happened all day long. He got up, made a bagel, and then we were off to the park. The idea being that it wouldn't be hot, William wouldn't need sunscreen and a hat, and there wouldn't be gobs of people not watching their children stomp all over my little kid. Just saying.
We got there a little after 9am I think and it was great. Except for the massive amount of trash everywhere. Seriously. It was disgusting. We were constantly saying "No" "Trash" "Yuck Yuck". I guess the city doesn't want to work on Saturday, but you would think with such a high profile park/playground - they would make a little effort. Whatever. Maybe I'll start a Sunday morning clean up group. Moving on. William went down a slide, cleaning up pollen and dew with his navy pants (second pair of the day already - the yogurt mysteriously got on his previous gray ones...). So, we gently pointed him to the swings.
In the past couple weeks he hasn't been able to get a turn on the good baby blue swing - he always has to go to the red one. So, of course, he made a bee-line for the red one even though there was no one else to take his turn and Sam had to pick him up and carry him back to the good swing. And all is wonderful. He's kicking and laughing - we're taking pictures (with Sam's parents' camera) and it's turning into a really fun morning.
And then this kid (who I thought was 19 or 20) walks in to the park. I thought it was a little strange that he would even be awake, and Sam was afraid we were about to be robbed because we had the camera out, but he just crossed in front of us like he was taking a short cut to the other side or something. But then he knocks over the trash that was piled way high on the trash can that was about 20 feet from where we were swinging. I said "Seriously?!" because the park was already trashed and now there is even more on the ground - kids are going to start showing up and it's disgusting and there was no reason for it.
He looks back at us, and I swear I could barely understand/hear a word that came out of his mouth, but I heard him say "Man, I'm so jacked up" blah blah blah. I know he said more - but that's all I could get. Sam and I talk and watch him because it's so very strange and I'm pissed that now when we are done swinging there is going to be more "no" "trash" "yuck yuck"... Kid walks away towards the tress/tennis courts and I'm just thinking thank goodness. Keep moving. But no.
Humongous man child picks up a humongous stick by the trees and begins smacking the tree with it as he decides to come back around. He circles the tree and comes back up the other path by other playground equipment, messes with another trashcan and grabs a bottle out of it. Crosses in front of us the same way as before. At this point, I'm honestly a little more than concerned and feeling very threatened. He was no less than 6 feet tall and somewhere in the 250 kinda range. Huge. And he's mumbling. And looking at us. And I don't like it. At all.
So awesome. He's back to standing at the original trashcan (let me remind you 20 FEET AWAY!!) and he's pushing more trash on the ground and mumbling something and staring us down. Which, we're staring him down pretty seriously too - so I guess that was warranted... ? Sam and I both took turns telling him to just Move On. We're just trying to play with our kid, this is a place for children, please just go somewhere else.
Well, he really has no intention of going anywhere. All through our "conversation", I'm also telling Sam just to call the police. I feel threatened, this is not good, just call 911. I move from behind William pushing him to in front - so I would be between scary humongo boy and William. Just felt like the smart thing to do. And I guess at about the same time, Sam decided he should call the police and puts his phone to his ear.
Humongo spooky kid didn't like that and threw the bottle he was holding at Sam. I just heard the thud from Sam swatting it away and it hitting the ground. Next thing I know - Sam has charged humongo spooky kid and is yelling bloody murder at him while chasing him towards Cherokee Ave. He made quite the scene, and thank goodness people (everyone!!) paid attention. The newspaper lady had seen the whole thing, one of her customers in a car followed around the corner, and apparently a whole slew of other people were actual witnesses.
I was more than a little stunned at the whole thing. I quickly picked up William out of the swing and held him close as we watched his Daddy chase the bad man. Not ashamed to say, I really was pretty scared at this point. Started crying - I was so startled by all of it. Never seen my husband act like that, but so thankful at the same time. I really wasn't sure where any of it was going and even more happy I had the forethought to put myself between bad man and the baby.
Spooky kid stayed on the walking path and stopped running at some point - so Sam could slow down and call 911. He used the words "Lakebottom Park" and "assaulting people" and the cops showed up pretty quickly. Also good. Apparently the kid was only 15 years old and both the cops who showed up had arrested him on two separate occasions and liked him for other crimes. Awesome.
Maybe about 20 minutes later, not sure - time kinda stands still or moves insanely fast at the park chasing a busy boy, he walks back. He won't let me go give a statement. Says the cops are finishing up, and that the kid will probably be released to his mother since the chances of getting him in YDC are pretty slim... Boo - I think they should've taken him to real jail then, but I guess there are rules against that. Apparently Sam will get a call when a court date is set and I'm kinda looking forward to going in all of my pregnant glory and show that thug of a kid what a disgusting piece of scum he is to get into it with a family trying to have a nice Sunday morning.
I am incredibly proud of my husband and how he handled the whole thing. And I kinda love that in "fight or flight" - he has FIGHT. And spooky boy better be glad he was flight and kinda fast - because Sam would've probably killed him while protecting his family. You just don't mess with someone's pregnant wife and son. We joked that Sam is cleaning up the park one thug at a time... :) Now if we could just repeat it without the assault and scariness to get the park cleaned up - but that's another story (rant) for another day.
So, yeah, what was supposed to be a sweet family morning turned into a thug getting chased out of the park and charged with littering, disorderly conduct, and assault.
Serves him right. Thug.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
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