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| Father-son bonding. Consciousness not required. |
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Leroy Jenkins
We spent Easter Sunday in Waimea with some friends and family. There was BBQ everything, toys, candy for the grownups and an Easter egg hunt for all the children. But the best part was Grandma Tutie's gift: bunnies! Hoppy floppy bunnies!
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| Grandma Tutie knows how to do Easter sugar-free! |
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| Sir Leroy the Vorpal Bunny and Ambassador Jenkins, "Jenny" for short named for Leroy Jenkins of YouTube fame |
Friday, April 22, 2011
fun with numbers
Thing1 was counting his pistachios today. It went like this:
"1...2...3..."
This is where I started paying attention. Never before has he counted beyond three with any success. This is where he starts saying random numbers.
"4...5...6...7..."
At is point I'm psyched.
"8...9...10"
Now I'm staring at him, bug eyed with my hand covering my mouth trying to stifle a laugh becaue I'm so happy but I don't want to interrupt.
"...11...6"
I can't hold in it anymore.
"Are you laughing at me?"
"1...2...3..."
This is where I started paying attention. Never before has he counted beyond three with any success. This is where he starts saying random numbers.
"4...5...6...7..."
At is point I'm psyched.
"8...9...10"
Now I'm staring at him, bug eyed with my hand covering my mouth trying to stifle a laugh becaue I'm so happy but I don't want to interrupt.
"...11...6"
I can't hold in it anymore.
"Are you laughing at me?"
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
I'm becoming my mother
...and my son is becoming me.
Its not really my worst fear to become my mother. She's pretty cool actually.
However.
Thing1 is at the Why? stage. He wants to know why everything and it gets old quick. I've taken to telling him (you know what I'm going to say, don't you?) "Because I said so." Its not my answer for everything but sometimes after the 5th or 6th Why? you just don't have a good answer anymore.
Here is the downside: the kid is just like me. So now when I ask him why he did or said something, you know what his answer is? That's right, "because I said so."
Case in point: Saturday morning, Dad had a late night playing video games and fell asleep on the couch (I wish I could say this wasnt a usual occurrence). 6am rolls around and the kid is shaking his father saying, "Dad, wake up. Wake up Dad!" and you know what his answer is when I ask him why it's so imperative that his dad wake up. In fact, it's the same for pretty much everything these days.
BECAUSE I SAID SO.
Its not really my worst fear to become my mother. She's pretty cool actually.
However.
Thing1 is at the Why? stage. He wants to know why everything and it gets old quick. I've taken to telling him (you know what I'm going to say, don't you?) "Because I said so." Its not my answer for everything but sometimes after the 5th or 6th Why? you just don't have a good answer anymore.
Here is the downside: the kid is just like me. So now when I ask him why he did or said something, you know what his answer is? That's right, "because I said so."
Case in point: Saturday morning, Dad had a late night playing video games and fell asleep on the couch (I wish I could say this wasnt a usual occurrence). 6am rolls around and the kid is shaking his father saying, "Dad, wake up. Wake up Dad!" and you know what his answer is when I ask him why it's so imperative that his dad wake up. In fact, it's the same for pretty much everything these days.
BECAUSE I SAID SO.
Monday, April 18, 2011
a day at the beach
We spent Sunday afternoon at the beach at Anaeho'omalu Bay. Its a great spot for us because it's pretty breezy and numerous palm trees offer plenty of shade so Small doesn't overheat (with our fair skin cooling off in the water isn't really an option until he can wear sunscreen @ 6 months). The surf isn't too high so Medium doesn't run screaming from the waves and there are tide pools in the lava for Large to explore. Plus the there was a sea turtle hanging around that day. The downside is that even though I spent the majority of the time in the shade with the baby I'm looking remarkably like a boiled Maine lobster today. I guess you can take the girl out of New England but you can't take New England out of the girl.
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| Medium with attitude |
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| Beach Baby |
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| Hermit crab racing! |
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Friday, April 15, 2011
Dad is an old fart
Thing1 has been bugging me all day to build things with his blocks. Finally I told him I didn't want to play "build" anymore.
Thing1: Why?
Me: It's boring.
Thing1: Why?
Me: Because I'm a grownup.
Thing1: Ohhhh, Grandma is grownup?
Me: Yes, Grandma is a grownup.
Thing1: Daddy is grownup?
Me: Yes, Daddy is a grownup.
Thing1: He is old.
Thing1: Why?
Me: It's boring.
Thing1: Why?
Me: Because I'm a grownup.
Thing1: Ohhhh, Grandma is grownup?
Me: Yes, Grandma is a grownup.
Thing1: Daddy is grownup?
Me: Yes, Daddy is a grownup.
Thing1: He is old.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
potty mouth
Swearing is all well and good until you have to teach your toddler to say shoot instead of...well, you know.
I have the mouth of a trucker. One more thing I'm not proud of. Though I will say that I don't really find swearing offensive. I feel that curses are just words like any other but somebody arbitrarily decided they were bad. You may as well say cake or slipper. However, I do know that other people find some words offensive so it seems to me it's best not to encourage your kids to say them. They can take that up as teenagers.
Unfortunately I'm excessively klutzy and upon stubbing my toe or dropping my wineglass on the new carpet I tend to holler expletives so Medium and Large are no stranger to my potty mouth. Large knows better and never bats an eye when trash comes out of my mouth but Medium has taken to using the S word. My bad.
Luckily, at this stage everything is a phase and only last 3 weeks so I don't think it's necessary to start washing his mouth out with soap just yet.
I have the mouth of a trucker. One more thing I'm not proud of. Though I will say that I don't really find swearing offensive. I feel that curses are just words like any other but somebody arbitrarily decided they were bad. You may as well say cake or slipper. However, I do know that other people find some words offensive so it seems to me it's best not to encourage your kids to say them. They can take that up as teenagers.
Unfortunately I'm excessively klutzy and upon stubbing my toe or dropping my wineglass on the new carpet I tend to holler expletives so Medium and Large are no stranger to my potty mouth. Large knows better and never bats an eye when trash comes out of my mouth but Medium has taken to using the S word. My bad.
Luckily, at this stage everything is a phase and only last 3 weeks so I don't think it's necessary to start washing his mouth out with soap just yet.
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
Day 2 of the baby sleeping through the night and I wizened up and went to bed at 10. I know it's not interesting but I'm excited!
I've got one of those headaches you get when you sleep too long. It's the first time I ever appreciated a headache.
I've got one of those headaches you get when you sleep too long. It's the first time I ever appreciated a headache.
Monday, April 11, 2011
my indian name: woman who runs on coffee
Like all parents I'm exhausted. I practically live on coffee because I'm always up at the crack of dawn. When Thing1 decides to sleep in, Thing2 is up at 5. When Thing2 sleeps til 9, Thing1 is begging to watch Blues Clues at 6.
Last night the baby slept through the night for the first time. I'm talking 10 hours. Straight. Not this 5 hour baloney they feed you in all the books. Yay, right? Except I, in my infinite wisdom, was up reading until midnight. In my defense, it was one of those books you cant put down. In fact I'm not sure I did put it down, just fell asleep with it in my hands because I had been up since 5.
Not only did I ruin my first full night of sleep since I was 4 months pregnant and started getting up at all hours to relieve my bladder, but I also had to be up at 6 to take Large to school 45 minutes away in Waimea then go to see the midwife for my postpartum checkup. So like really up. Not just pjs-and-bedhead-I'll-take-a-shower-after-2-cups-of-coffee up.
Where is Red Foreman so he can call me a dumb*** and stick his boot in my tuchus?
Last night the baby slept through the night for the first time. I'm talking 10 hours. Straight. Not this 5 hour baloney they feed you in all the books. Yay, right? Except I, in my infinite wisdom, was up reading until midnight. In my defense, it was one of those books you cant put down. In fact I'm not sure I did put it down, just fell asleep with it in my hands because I had been up since 5.
Not only did I ruin my first full night of sleep since I was 4 months pregnant and started getting up at all hours to relieve my bladder, but I also had to be up at 6 to take Large to school 45 minutes away in Waimea then go to see the midwife for my postpartum checkup. So like really up. Not just pjs-and-bedhead-I'll-take-a-shower-after-2-cups-of-coffee up.
Where is Red Foreman so he can call me a dumb*** and stick his boot in my tuchus?
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
poor baby
This week the 2 year old has a cold or the flu or something. Whatever it is, it's bad. Fever, sore throat, stuffy nose, body aches, profuse sweating, throwing up: the whole deal. I've actually never seen anybody but myself this sick that wasn't actually dying.
after
After a particularly nasty bout of yacking, during which he scared the crap out of me by choking and looking as though he wasn't ever going to breath again, he spent the afternoon lying in bed asking me not to leave him. I had parked it on the floor beside his bed with a book when he woke up to cough/gag. I must have looked as scared as I felt because he just said in a really pitiful voice, "I'm okay, Mommy." Very sweet but it made me realize, and I'm not proud of this, but I think that if it were just the two of us, Thing1 and I would have one of those weird relationships where the kid takes care of the emotionally unstable mother.
after
After a particularly nasty bout of yacking, during which he scared the crap out of me by choking and looking as though he wasn't ever going to breath again, he spent the afternoon lying in bed asking me not to leave him. I had parked it on the floor beside his bed with a book when he woke up to cough/gag. I must have looked as scared as I felt because he just said in a really pitiful voice, "I'm okay, Mommy." Very sweet but it made me realize, and I'm not proud of this, but I think that if it were just the two of us, Thing1 and I would have one of those weird relationships where the kid takes care of the emotionally unstable mother.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
kids say the darndest things
Medium (aka Thing1) has this stuffed blue rabbit that he drags around with him everywhere (though there is some debate weather it is actually a floppy eared dog). At one point I believe it had a name but now it's official designation is Bunny. Actually, he's quite possessive about Bunny, always hollering, "gimme back my bunny!" Although most of the time he does that he's just thrown it at one of us. His big brother (Large) doesn't remember when he was so possessive of his things that he used to accuse us of stealing things he misplaced so he thinks it's hilarious when Medium gets flustered about Bunny.
Today, when Medium inevitably yelled "Gimme back my bunny" without missing a beat Large says, "Not without a bunny back guarantee."
Today, when Medium inevitably yelled "Gimme back my bunny" without missing a beat Large says, "Not without a bunny back guarantee."
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