What's a boovy trap?
Matt: it's when you have a treasure and you don't want people to get it. So you put little traps around it to fool people.
Like a boovy trap?
[pause]
Yeah, like that.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
what more could the less fortunate possibly want?
J: I'm feeling awful today.
Why?
Because some kids don't have any toys. Some kids don't have a Batman-cave. I should give those kids my batman-cave....
......then I can get that dragon castle.
Why?
Because some kids don't have any toys. Some kids don't have a Batman-cave. I should give those kids my batman-cave....
......then I can get that dragon castle.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Valentine's Day
I love this day. I love love. I love roses, daisies, hearts, pink, candy, sweets, romance, poems....well, I love it all. I know there are Valentine's day naysayers. And while I agree that love should be celebrated every day, I think there's just something wonderful about the over-the-top, mushy stuff that is February 14th. Whether it's romantic love, familial love, or friendly love, I think this day is so special.
I want my boys to grow up loving this day as well. So, I started the day off special. I put them in their special Valentine's shirts.
Man of your dreams
For school, J brought Valentines for his classmates. He also had a mail truck to collect his Valentines from his classmates.
After J's school day, they got to eat their goodies. And boy, did that go over well!
I took them to the park. They always love the park. It's a special treat any time it happens. (phone images....sorry for size!)
And for dinner, I planned a love-themed menu. Red strawberries, pink-dye hard boiled eggs with hearts drawn on them, and pink-dye pancakes in heart shapes.
Then we snuggled in bed and read several stories about love and family. All in all, a great day. And I hope they end up loving Valentine's day as much as I do.
I want my boys to grow up loving this day as well. So, I started the day off special. I put them in their special Valentine's shirts.
Man of your dreams
Loads of Love
I decorated, and left a vase of goodies just for them.
For school, J brought Valentines for his classmates. He also had a mail truck to collect his Valentines from his classmates.
After J's school day, they got to eat their goodies. And boy, did that go over well!
I took them to the park. They always love the park. It's a special treat any time it happens. (phone images....sorry for size!)
And for dinner, I planned a love-themed menu. Red strawberries, pink-dye hard boiled eggs with hearts drawn on them, and pink-dye pancakes in heart shapes.
Then we snuggled in bed and read several stories about love and family. All in all, a great day. And I hope they end up loving Valentine's day as much as I do.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
we might be too into glee...
yah, yah, gah guh grey
yah, yah, gah guh goooo
yah, yah, yah, yah, yah.
Ollie speak for "What if God Was One of Us"
yah, yah, gah guh goooo
yah, yah, yah, yah, yah.
Ollie speak for "What if God Was One of Us"
Sunday, February 6, 2011
regarding getting rid of pull-ups overnight
It's my privilege to NOT tinkle in the bed. Then I get a lot of presents.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
sick
Me: J, I think you need another breathing treatment.
J: Whyyyyy?
Me: Because you keep coughing.
J (cough, cough, cough): No (cough, cough) I (cough) don't! (cough, cough, cough, cough, cough)
J: Whyyyyy?
Me: Because you keep coughing.
J (cough, cough, cough): No (cough, cough) I (cough) don't! (cough, cough, cough, cough, cough)
Saturday, January 29, 2011
18 months....
err, make that 19.5 months. And that's how delayed our doctor's appointment was.
It started out routinely enough. He runs around the office, giving me near palpitations at how many germ-infested things he touches, and I try to pretend he's not actually touching anything.
Then we get escorted back to our room, where the nurse proceeds to torture him by taking his temperature and checking his height. Oh, and he's also naked (other than a diaper) which is the equivalent of his worst nightmare (more on that in another post). Nurse-Helpful reaches to take him from my arms so that she can weigh him in another room. He turns his head, burying it into my shoulder, and gives me a look like "is this lady for real? She wants to hold me after taking my temperature?!?"
So I carry him to be weighed, where again, he melts into hysterical sobs when I put him down. A clown hangs above the scale. Nurse-Helpful tries to show him this. Seriously? A clown? Who on earth thinks clowns are fun? Ollie takes after his father and cries harder.
I manage to calm him again when Nurse-Helpful leaves. For the record, she only ever appears for the initial weigh-ins at well visits and to give shots...perhaps that's why neither of my kids like her. They much prefer the Sick-Nurse, who knows us by name and always remembers quirky things about both of my boys. In fact, Sick-Nurse popped in to say hello and ask where big brother was that day (thankfully at school).
Long story short, Height: 34 3/4 inches (95 %). Weight: 31 lbs., 3 oz. (95%). Head circumference: off the charts. Vaccinations: 2. Tears: Many.
When I mentioned his big head, the pediatrician said "It's not big. It fits right in with the rest of him." And that's why I love her. She's so wonderful and fantastically on top of things with how behind we are on shots. She always knows exactly when he can and can't have another vaccine without me even having to tell her. She was so happy with how far he's come with his sensory issues and his walking. She was also glad to see his ear tubes in place. That has been the best decision! With all the sicknesses miraculously gone, he's made huge progress and is healthy for the first time in a long time.
Pre-shots and before he was aware there was something to be fearful of (sorry for the crappy cell-phone quality pics):
It started out routinely enough. He runs around the office, giving me near palpitations at how many germ-infested things he touches, and I try to pretend he's not actually touching anything.
Then we get escorted back to our room, where the nurse proceeds to torture him by taking his temperature and checking his height. Oh, and he's also naked (other than a diaper) which is the equivalent of his worst nightmare (more on that in another post). Nurse-Helpful reaches to take him from my arms so that she can weigh him in another room. He turns his head, burying it into my shoulder, and gives me a look like "is this lady for real? She wants to hold me after taking my temperature?!?"
So I carry him to be weighed, where again, he melts into hysterical sobs when I put him down. A clown hangs above the scale. Nurse-Helpful tries to show him this. Seriously? A clown? Who on earth thinks clowns are fun? Ollie takes after his father and cries harder.
I manage to calm him again when Nurse-Helpful leaves. For the record, she only ever appears for the initial weigh-ins at well visits and to give shots...perhaps that's why neither of my kids like her. They much prefer the Sick-Nurse, who knows us by name and always remembers quirky things about both of my boys. In fact, Sick-Nurse popped in to say hello and ask where big brother was that day (thankfully at school).
Long story short, Height: 34 3/4 inches (95 %). Weight: 31 lbs., 3 oz. (95%). Head circumference: off the charts. Vaccinations: 2. Tears: Many.
When I mentioned his big head, the pediatrician said "It's not big. It fits right in with the rest of him." And that's why I love her. She's so wonderful and fantastically on top of things with how behind we are on shots. She always knows exactly when he can and can't have another vaccine without me even having to tell her. She was so happy with how far he's come with his sensory issues and his walking. She was also glad to see his ear tubes in place. That has been the best decision! With all the sicknesses miraculously gone, he's made huge progress and is healthy for the first time in a long time.
Pre-shots and before he was aware there was something to be fearful of (sorry for the crappy cell-phone quality pics):
Thursday, January 27, 2011
music with mom
Today I had a very hard time deciding which picture to use for my photo a day challenge. I had such a busy day with both kids and there were plenty of pictures to choose from. But in the end, I decided not to use the following pictures for the challenge, because I thought they needed their own post.
Almost a year ago, I made this post. And now the time has come again to have a special day for moms at J's school. He has been so excited about this all week. Every day he comes home telling me something new. Tuesday he came home telling me that he had made me a special snack for Thursday. I was a bit (ok, a LOT) wary when he told me the special snack was ice cream. But at this stage in his life, I can typically assume he knows what he's talking about when it comes to school.
So I hired a babysitter for Ollie (his very first ever) and made my way to the school this morning. I love seeing portions of his school day. I love it for a lot of reasons, but the biggest one is that sometimes there's this lightbulb moment "aha! That's where he learned that from!"
We started out by going to his Music & Movement class. There we sang a song about driving to Minneapolis (first lightbulb!) and danced around. We also sang a song that including burping (second lightbulb...the fake burping has been driving me nuts!) And then we sang a song that included blowing raspberries (third lightbulb moment).
Then we were presented with a gift made by our children.
And then we were invited to enjoy a dessert made by our children. Thoughtfully, they labeled each dessert so that we were given the one our child had actually prepared.
It was an hour and a half of one-on-one fun that I thoroughly enjoyed. And I'm so glad I was able to see how J spends parts of his school day.
Almost a year ago, I made this post. And now the time has come again to have a special day for moms at J's school. He has been so excited about this all week. Every day he comes home telling me something new. Tuesday he came home telling me that he had made me a special snack for Thursday. I was a bit (ok, a LOT) wary when he told me the special snack was ice cream. But at this stage in his life, I can typically assume he knows what he's talking about when it comes to school.
So I hired a babysitter for Ollie (his very first ever) and made my way to the school this morning. I love seeing portions of his school day. I love it for a lot of reasons, but the biggest one is that sometimes there's this lightbulb moment "aha! That's where he learned that from!"
We started out by going to his Music & Movement class. There we sang a song about driving to Minneapolis (first lightbulb!) and danced around. We also sang a song that including burping (second lightbulb...the fake burping has been driving me nuts!) And then we sang a song that included blowing raspberries (third lightbulb moment).
getting ready to do our music:
Then we were presented with a gift made by our children.
And then we were invited to enjoy a dessert made by our children. Thoughtfully, they labeled each dessert so that we were given the one our child had actually prepared.
It was an hour and a half of one-on-one fun that I thoroughly enjoyed. And I'm so glad I was able to see how J spends parts of his school day.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
actor in the making
One of my favorite childhood memories is putting on "plays" for my parents. I use that term loosely, as I was mostly a child dictator demanding that they pay attention to me, and treating my siblings like servants. So I was delighted to be on the opposite end of the spectrum for the FIRST time today.
Yes, my 4 year old has finally come to the realization that he can monopolize our time by promising great theatrical entertainment. His show started with "ladies and gentlemen, you may come in." And consisted of jumping, twirling, rolling, and posing in gymnastics-like fashion. Oddly, there were alligators ready to eat his feet if he jumped off the chair.
Me: Wow, you'll have to be quick to get away from that many alligators!
J (giving me a nasty look for interrupting his theatrical debut): I am using my FANCY feet. They always get past the alligators.
Yes, my 4 year old has finally come to the realization that he can monopolize our time by promising great theatrical entertainment. His show started with "ladies and gentlemen, you may come in." And consisted of jumping, twirling, rolling, and posing in gymnastics-like fashion. Oddly, there were alligators ready to eat his feet if he jumped off the chair.
Me: Wow, you'll have to be quick to get away from that many alligators!
J (giving me a nasty look for interrupting his theatrical debut): I am using my FANCY feet. They always get past the alligators.
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