It's close to dinner time. Matt is just about to cook. James is whining at me that he wants PB&J. I say no, it's too close to dinner time. So he runs off to Matt.
J: Daddy, I have peedut butter jelly?
Daddy: Go ask your mom.
J: Mommy, I have peedut butter jelly?
Me: Daddy is making dinner. Mommy already said no.
J runs off crying.
J: Daddy...mommy say yes I can have peedut butter jelly.
D: Ok, I'll make it in a minute.
J runs back.
J: Mommy, daddy say yes I can have peedut butter jelly.
M: (rolls eyes)
How is it that I can hear what Matt is saying, but he's somehow deaf to my end of the conversation. Looks like kiddo is eating PB&J for dinner. Man, he knows how to work it.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Riding along
We went to the mall this evening to play in the soft playground. While unloading the stroller, Matt asks me if we need to attach the second seat for J. It's a short walk to the playground so I said "probably not".
J overhears this and says "probly yes daddy! Probly yes, I need that seat for riding"
J overhears this and says "probly yes daddy! Probly yes, I need that seat for riding"
Monday, July 27, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Awareness
I found the boys like this:
O is "talking" to J; and J is fascinated by this. When I walk into the room, J says "mommy, I'm petting baby Oliver. He's so sweet."
He's always loved the baby, since we brought him home. But he's also never really tried to interact with him. I'm happy to see that James is aware of Oliver's presence as a member of the family. This feels like a huge milestone!
O is "talking" to J; and J is fascinated by this. When I walk into the room, J says "mommy, I'm petting baby Oliver. He's so sweet."
He's always loved the baby, since we brought him home. But he's also never really tried to interact with him. I'm happy to see that James is aware of Oliver's presence as a member of the family. This feels like a huge milestone!
Privacy, please
We were eating at a restaurant when J announces that he needs to use the restroom. Matt is the resident public-potty-authority in our home. I refuse to touch public restrooms with toddlers in tow since I am way too paranoid about the germs. This is why I keep a tiny, portable potty in my car.
Need to tinkle while at the bookstore? No problem, just gather all your belongings and run with 2 kids in tow to the car. Quickly, as toddlers are notorious for not giving much bathroom break warning.
This drives Matt crazy, as I am way too embarrassed to empty this portable potty anywhere in public. Instead, I drive home with whatever wastes are in it and empty it in our bathroom. It's also a loooong process because we often have false alarms and rush in and out of stores to the potty.
So this is how Matt received his crown in public potty usage. And believe me, he's become a pro! It's a mutually beneficial arrangement. It keeps him from being angry about running to and from the car (plus driving around with pee) and it keeps me from really knowing what goes on in a public restroom. The less I know, the better. I can totally pretend those germs don't exist.
It's only natural that on this particular excursion, Matt jumps up from the table to take J to the restroom. Matt's been embarrassed in the bathroom by J before. In Disney world, J announced very loudly that he had "one, two big poopies and one tiny poopy!" I don't think Matt believes me that this sort of conversation is pretty normal in a women's restroom. Most ladies wouldn't bat an eye to hear that chatter coming from the next stall. But I'm assuming by his reaction that this type of dialogue is extremely irregular in the men's restroom.
As they walk into the restroom, Matt has to usher J past a urinal. Of course there's a man using it. J proclaims "look daddy! There's a nice guy doin' his tinkies!" I'm pretty sure this is when Matt is cursing profusely in his head and turning redder than a lobster.
When they come out of the stall, the nice guy is gone. J is confused and asks Matt where the guy is. His question is quickly answered as they walk out of the bathroom and see the man sitting at a nearby table.
J says loudly "oh, there's that nice guy that was doin' his tinkies!!"
Such a great age, when they learn how to mortify you!
Need to tinkle while at the bookstore? No problem, just gather all your belongings and run with 2 kids in tow to the car. Quickly, as toddlers are notorious for not giving much bathroom break warning.
This drives Matt crazy, as I am way too embarrassed to empty this portable potty anywhere in public. Instead, I drive home with whatever wastes are in it and empty it in our bathroom. It's also a loooong process because we often have false alarms and rush in and out of stores to the potty.
So this is how Matt received his crown in public potty usage. And believe me, he's become a pro! It's a mutually beneficial arrangement. It keeps him from being angry about running to and from the car (plus driving around with pee) and it keeps me from really knowing what goes on in a public restroom. The less I know, the better. I can totally pretend those germs don't exist.
It's only natural that on this particular excursion, Matt jumps up from the table to take J to the restroom. Matt's been embarrassed in the bathroom by J before. In Disney world, J announced very loudly that he had "one, two big poopies and one tiny poopy!" I don't think Matt believes me that this sort of conversation is pretty normal in a women's restroom. Most ladies wouldn't bat an eye to hear that chatter coming from the next stall. But I'm assuming by his reaction that this type of dialogue is extremely irregular in the men's restroom.
As they walk into the restroom, Matt has to usher J past a urinal. Of course there's a man using it. J proclaims "look daddy! There's a nice guy doin' his tinkies!" I'm pretty sure this is when Matt is cursing profusely in his head and turning redder than a lobster.
When they come out of the stall, the nice guy is gone. J is confused and asks Matt where the guy is. His question is quickly answered as they walk out of the bathroom and see the man sitting at a nearby table.
J says loudly "oh, there's that nice guy that was doin' his tinkies!!"
Such a great age, when they learn how to mortify you!
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Frow up!
While driving in the car yesterday, O was screaming. This is a pretty typical occurrence in the car. He's hateful of the carseat, just like big brother.
A few minutes into the screaming he gets a little quiet, and then begins crying again.
J: "uh oh"
Me: "what?"
J: "baby Oliver made a mess in baby Oliver's mouth"
Me: "did he throw up?"
J: "Yup. Uh oh, baby Oliver frow up again. Need to clean it up, mommy".
Ah, the joys of parenting!
A few minutes into the screaming he gets a little quiet, and then begins crying again.
J: "uh oh"
Me: "what?"
J: "baby Oliver made a mess in baby Oliver's mouth"
Me: "did he throw up?"
J: "Yup. Uh oh, baby Oliver frow up again. Need to clean it up, mommy".
Ah, the joys of parenting!
Friday, July 24, 2009
Protector
Every day when I carry the baby down the stairs, J tells me:
"Be careful with baby Oliver, mommy! He's my friend and I love him so much"
Sometimes this is also accompanied with a "don't drop him!!"
Either big brother loves being the protector, or he thinks mama doesn't know how to hold a baby...hmmm.
"Be careful with baby Oliver, mommy! He's my friend and I love him so much"
Sometimes this is also accompanied with a "don't drop him!!"
Either big brother loves being the protector, or he thinks mama doesn't know how to hold a baby...hmmm.
Baby Love
When Matt got home from work the other night, O was already asleep. Daddy had some cuddles, but Oliver wasn't aware.
So last night, when Matt got home O was again asleep. He woke up around 9 to eat. While I'm feeding him, Matt sits down on the bed and starts talking to me. Oliver's head moves away in shock. He's straining his head and stretching as far as he can to figure out where Daddy's voice is coming from.
I hand him to Matt and witness the most adorable display ever. He was so excited. Smiling and squawking with glee. Kicking his legs and flapping his arms and "talking" to Matt. It was so amazing to us to realize that our 6 week old, not only understands who Daddy is, but also missed Daddy!
Here's a pic of Daddy and O:
So last night, when Matt got home O was again asleep. He woke up around 9 to eat. While I'm feeding him, Matt sits down on the bed and starts talking to me. Oliver's head moves away in shock. He's straining his head and stretching as far as he can to figure out where Daddy's voice is coming from.
I hand him to Matt and witness the most adorable display ever. He was so excited. Smiling and squawking with glee. Kicking his legs and flapping his arms and "talking" to Matt. It was so amazing to us to realize that our 6 week old, not only understands who Daddy is, but also missed Daddy!
Here's a pic of Daddy and O:
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Changes
In my effort to keep this updated, I have sorely failed. I'm going to try much harder now. Life has become a bit more crazy with the addition of O, but that makes it even more important to remember the day-to-day things.
Today we took the boys mini-golfing. And by that I mean, J smashed a ball around while O chilled in the sling. I spent a lot of time mini-golfing as a child. And I couldn't help but notice how different it was as an adult. The things I used to love seem so "regular" now. It's so amazing to experience them through a child's eyes again. J was amazed by the waterfalls, and the caves that you walk through while golfing. Matt and I were seeing the dingy astroturf, scratched up clubs, and scummy water. And J thought everything was amazing. That was my reality check. Life can be fun when you look at the positive sides.
Here's a picture of my sweet little reality checks, together (rare):
Today we took the boys mini-golfing. And by that I mean, J smashed a ball around while O chilled in the sling. I spent a lot of time mini-golfing as a child. And I couldn't help but notice how different it was as an adult. The things I used to love seem so "regular" now. It's so amazing to experience them through a child's eyes again. J was amazed by the waterfalls, and the caves that you walk through while golfing. Matt and I were seeing the dingy astroturf, scratched up clubs, and scummy water. And J thought everything was amazing. That was my reality check. Life can be fun when you look at the positive sides.
Here's a picture of my sweet little reality checks, together (rare):
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