Thursday, February 7, 2013

Another Home Run

Telltale signs of a bad day.

You start making snickerdoodles and then remember that you have no eggs.  And then later you make corn bread.

You come home from work at 10:30 and put on sweats.  For the rest of the day your two-year old reminds you of this.  "Mama, clothes?  Put on clothes, Mama?"

That same two-year old cries every time Barney stops singing and you have to talk over the wailing to let him know that Barney started singing again. 

A certain four-year old dumped a bucket of dirt, leaves, and sticks on his little brother's head.  All you mamas out there that have kids with Caucasian hair, I know you are thinking, "oh well, boys will be boys".  Mamas who have kids with AA hair feel me and know this can change your entire evening plans.

 I read this today and laughed out loud multiple times.  I'm posting the link, but also coping and pasting it, because I know how it goes.  If you have had a home run day as well you simply can not be bothered to click a link.  (Thanks for posting, Jana!)

46 Reasons My Three Year Old Might be Freaking Out

Jason Good
 
Some of these are total guesses. Educated guesses, but guesses nonetheless. Seems like it’s hard being a kid.
His sock is on wrong.
His lip tastes salty.
His shirt has a tag on it.
The car seat is weird.
He’s hungry, but can’t remember the word “hungry.”
Someone touched his knee.
He’s not allowed in the oven.
I picked out the wrong pants.
His brother looked at him.
His brother didn’t look at him.
His hair is heavy.
We don’t understand what he said.
He doesn’t want to get out of the car.
He wants to get out of the car by himself.
The iPad has a password.
His sleeve is touching his thumb.
He doesn’t understand how popsicles are made.
The inside of his nose stinks.
Chicken is gross.
A balloon he got six months ago is missing.
A puzzle piece won’t fit in upside down.
I gave him the wrong blue crayon.
The gummi vitamin is too firm.
Netflix is slow.
He jumped off the sofa and we weren’t watching.
He’s not allowed to touch fire.
Everything is wrong with his coat.
There’s a dog within a 70 mile radius.
A shoe should fit either foot.
I asked him a question.
His brother is talking.
He can’t lift a pumpkin.
He can’t have my keys.
The cat is in his way.
The cat won’t let him touch its eyeball.
The inside of his cheek feels rough.
Things take too long to cook.
He has too much food in his mouth.
He sneezed.
He doesn’t know how to type.
The DustBuster is going to eat him.
His mom is taking a shower.
Someone knocked over his tower.
He got powdered sugar on his pants.
The yogurt won’t stay on his spoon.
EVERYTHING IS TOO HOT.

 



 

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

What's in a Name?

Did I tell you my name was changed?  Yep.  Tabby now.  Caylet (Superman himself) renamed me, along with little brother Cabby, and papa Mack. 

On a whim, I put these names into a baby name website that a college friend recently posted on fb.  (Thanks Amy!)  As far as name websites go, this one is pretty cool because you can type in names you like and it finds more along the same lines.

And here's the really crazy part.  After I typed in Caylet, Cabby, Tabby, and Mack it generated all my favorite names.  Isn't that weird?  Does my four year old share my taste in names? 

Here's the take away from this post, and I'll go ahead and spell it out for you in case you weren't reading between the lines.  I'm spending too much time on a naming website and may be a teensy bit baby crazy. 

My four year old, however, is much more open about such matters as he asks every few days, "when we gonna get one da dose?"      

Monday, February 4, 2013

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Birthday parties, super hero's, rope swings and pseudo-crafts

 
I haven't made anything crafty in ages, so I'm counting my Super Hero play dough as a creative outlet.  I use this recipe, and it rocks.
 
 

The adults may have had more fun than the kids in this foam pit.  We may have to re-book it for Jon's upcoming bday....



Look out below!
 

Birthday boy swinging into action Batman style.
 

War!
 

Let there be cake!
 

O's night job, saving Gotham City. 
 

Monday, January 28, 2013

This One's for You, G&G!

"I wanna weed chara bwown.  Gwama? Gwama?"










 

Saturday, January 26, 2013

A Few of the Perks...

...of having a photographer as one of your besties.  Glad to share life with you, lhf creative, and glad you want to document it! 



 

Life Lately


Shawn T. putting us through the ringer.  Working out with your kids? That's what I call Insanity. 

Check out Superman's new hair cut!  Our first trip to an actual hair cut place, but I forgot my camera. 

I find it hard to believe that our card board fire truck is still alive and well.  And supporting close to 40 pounds. 

New policy at our house:  Every visitor must pick out 5 to 10 books to take home.  Thanks in advance.

"ahhhhhhhhh....AAhhhhhhh.... daaaaa"
 
 

Friday, January 25, 2013

iphone photo dump

I've been informed that I need to quit slacking and get some new pics up.  Agreed. 



 

 
Enjoy your weekend!
 

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Happy Weekend!

Best quotes of the week:

Superman:  "Mama, I tell you what we need to do today.  We need to go to the store and buy a baby.  Where can we get a baby at?"

And a few days later...

"I've got a sister, Owlie."
"Owlie is your brother.  Sister's are girls."
"Where we gonna get a sister at?  Mama, we need to go do that."

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Melkam Genna!

One of Jon's New Year's Resolutions (and I have never know him to make one before) was to celebrate more ET holidays this year. 

We were only a week late with Genna (ET Christmas), so I'd say we are doing good.  And Superman got to shout Merry Christmas a few more times this evening. 

We had some delicious food and a great time with friends.  Love these kids, love this family!






 

Thursday, January 10, 2013

I Pee Paw-yay

It happened.  We've got a potty trained kid.  Actually, two of them.  Believe it or not, this leaves me feeling a little torn. 

The good news: 
I'm so proud of that little Bear!  It's fun to be his cheerleader.
No more washing or buying diapers. 
He is such a lightweight and they don't make underwear that teeny, so I laugh every time I see them falling off his rump.
We get to hear him say "paw-yay" multiple times a day.

The bad news (get ready, the bad news is terrible):
There are no more Mot babies. 

And now here is a re-cap of the last 6 days, because I am a mom and that's what moms do.  Talk about potty training.  Also because I don't have baby books for my kids and possibly someday they will care.  Or more likely demand that I never blog again, because what teen would want his potty training experience to be on the internet?  Until then...

Days 1 and 2
Theme:  House-broken, not potty trained.
Ever seen a camel get potty trained?  No, I suspect not.  That was pretty much what was happening around here, though.  Apparently Bear was quite aware that we didn't want the floor to get peed on, so rather than use the potty he just held it.  For hours.  One time it was 5 hours.  And this was with a liquid diet.  When he did finally go, our little potty was half full.  Nothing but optimists around here. 

Day 3
Theme:  I'm mad you didn't forget about this stupid thing.
There were some tears and asking for a diaper on day three. He also carried the potty off and hid it.  I'll be honest, these tactics did test my resolve and I wondered if I should just go ahead and put a diaper on him.  This was also the only day he had any real accidents.  Later in the afternoon, I noticed a huge molar poking it's way out of his gums while he was wailing his head off.  Some ibuprofen helped day three immensely. 
 
This picture pretty much sums day three up. 

 
Days 4 and 5
Theme:  Champion!
By day 4 we quit asking if he needed to go.  Self-initiating!  He also put his camel days behind him and began going more frequently. 
 
Day 6
Theme:  The coup de gras.... #2!
I think the theme pretty much says it all.  :)
 
And voila!  A potty trained kid!  All we needed was:
lemonade
a new dinosaur sippy
juice boxes
hot chocolate
soup
Popsicles
apple juice
orange juice
a new Thomas water bottle
chocolate milk
smoothies
water
Luigi's Italian Ice
skittles
one little potty
and one kid who was ready months ago (I suspect this may be the most important part).
 
And now here is some Mot baby trivia for all you buffs out there.  Since becoming our son until paw-yay time, Bear has only been in one diaper size, our loyal friend: the three.