Saturday, May 30, 2009

Ice Cream

Is it me or did cake cones shrink in the past 20 years?

Oh well, I got LM to sit still for a picture anyway. I think it was his first ice cream cone (but far from his first ice cream!).The beauty of an electronic whoopie cushion is that he will find it equally entertaining at 2 and at 12. And at 22. At least.

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We don't have an outfit at daycare in the case that he messes up his clothes (BAD parent), so he is at the mercy of the extra clothes box when that happens (usually because he pours water on himself). The other day he came home in this GIANT tee-shirt and boxer shorts.The next morning he asked to wear "BIG pants."

Thursday, May 28, 2009

#2 Update

I did some shopping for #2 last night and realized I haven't mentioned him on the blog in a while.

Here's where we are in our #2 preparations:

1. The room: We're converting our guest room into Little Man's room. It will continue to be our guest room as well, which means that Little Man will be in a queen bed. We haven't moved him yet but he knows it will be his room. I asked him where he wanted to read the other night and he said, "NEW bed." We need to rearrange the furniture, hang pictures, and the task I'm dreading - empty the closet. My kingdom for a basement. Then we can move LM's clothes over and bring down our 0-3 month clothes (and other baby gear) from the attic.

I'll post pictures of LM's new room once it's done. Please brace yourself for green. It is GREEN.

2. The stuff: One of the advantages to a 2nd child, especially a 2nd boy, is that we don't need much new stuff. However, in the last week I've had 2 baby showers - one non-surprise in my team meeting at work, and one surprise at a friend's house with family and friends. We got new baby clothes, a few toys (which I hid so they won't be claimed by Little Man like the sock monkey was), and other essentials (all new bottles, because LM's bottles were full of EVIL BPA plastics). We have gift cards for other essentials, the biggest of which is a double stroller. I have it picked out but haven't pulled the trigger yet. Last night I had fun spending some gift card money on new pacifiers, hangers, a Sesame Street shirt (I had to buy it, it was on clearance), and a few other things. I also got Little Man a big brother gift for when the baby arrives. I have read in several places to get the toddler a gift "from the baby" so toddler doesn't feel left out. Back in March I got a stuffed animal for LM to give to the new baby (it's also hidden).

3. The baby: I have my 34 week appointment tomorrow. #2 has been measuring just right the whole time with no problems, so I anticipate more of the same tomorrow. By some genetic fluke it appears that T. and I make soccer players. We always said Little Man would be a soccer player because of how hard he kicked, and the nursery nurses told T. he was the wiggliest newborn ever. Now kicking a ball is his favorite activity (and in my expert opinion, he's very good at it). #2 is at least as active as Little Man was. I'm equally split between "Only 6 more weeks!" and "6 MORE weeks?!"

I owe you some pictures - I'll try to get Little Man to stand still one day soon.

Monday, May 25, 2009

Whew

Had a great holiday weekend here including a visit from my Mom (Grandma), the opening of Rita's in our town, beautiful weather, a surprise visit from my Dad and stepmom (Pop and Abi), a surprise baby shower for #2, and a farewell dinner at an old favorite restaurant (it's the restaurant that's going away, not us).

But all of that is a little hazy right now, as Little Man is really struggling through grandparent detox today. This manifests itself in the form of hyperactive behavior, constant demands on the parents, and backtalk (and special for Mommy today, two bites!). This may have been aggravated by a wee bit too much sugar in the form of lemonade tonight.

I do have one funny example of grandparent detox.

Little Man: Mommy, pick me up.
Me: I'm not going to pick you up right now, you're too big.
LM: GRANDMA!

Grandma was long gone, but I'm pretty sure he was going to tattle on me.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Prayer

Before bed I pray with Little Man. I say almost the same thing every night. Routine, you know. Also part of our routine is praying more than once, because he never pays attention the first time.

Last night after I prayed twice, he wanted to pray again and I told him he could pray if he wanted to. Here's how it went,

LM: Thank you day.
Me, prompting him: Please take care of...
LM: Daddy, Mommy, BIG TRUCK! Amen!

Monday, May 18, 2009

Night Night, Garden

Remember that unpredictable weather I mentioned? We have a freeze warning for tonight. All the seedlings get their very own little greenhouse.
And, proof that we didn't bury Daisy in the garden:

Night night, Le Creuset stockpot. Please be there in the morning.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Genius, Work Day, and Nuk Wars

Genius: I forgot to tell you that Little Man is a genius (obviously). The other day we were outside kicking balls - he was kicking the Thomas ball and I was kicking the Pooh ball. He said, "I have one ball." And I said, "And I have one ball. Together, how many balls do we have?" "Two!" Genius, I say.

Work Day: Today we had a very productive day. The weather here is unpredictable enough that we can't plant outside until mid-May. I'm not organized or forward-thinking enough to start seedlings inside, so every mid-May we rush to get seeds and starters in the ground.

Here T. spreads our very own, homemade compost onto the garden. This is the first year we did not buy any topsoil or compost to supplement our compost.Worms like compost, too.

Then, T. uses the rented tiller to loosen the soil and work in the compost. I don't think most people rent a tiller every year, but it's very satisfying (it's also satisfying to document the process, as you can see).And voila, the soil is prepped.Oh, but this year we got a little ambitious! Our fence is a few feet inside our property line, which is annoying but there are utility wires running under our property. So we have this patch of unused, weedy land outside of the yard. We decided to till it and plant some flowers. Eventually we'll work on perennials there, but for this year we spread a bunch of seeds and called it a day.

Before:And After:Little Man helped scoop the mess from tilling back into the garden.
And (elapsed time several hours as Little Man and I had to go buy more seeds and tomato stakes, then I had to plant), here we go! The finished product.
We're having dueling tomato stakes this year. Trying something new with the tomato spirals (which will require us to stay on top of the pruning), and re-using one circular cage from last year (which didn't actually work for the full season). This year we reinforced it with a metal stake.

We planted: Tomatoes (3 plants, 3 different varieties), peppers (2 varieties - sweet red and ancho), cukes, zucchini, yellow squash, red potatoes (that's new for us), and beans.

T. also switched out a defective light switch today, so now we can turn our front porch light off (it's been on since Tuesday morning).

Nuk Wars: We've decided it's time to wean LM from the Nuk (pacifier). Luckily he's not much of an addict these days. He has it for home naps (not school naps), in the car, and occasionally at home when he's taking a break in his room with books and music. We just made the Nuks disappear. He's been pretty easy to distract. It takes him a little longer to settle down and has made his bedtime routine extra important (he used to have it while we read our bedtime story), but we've managed. Until today.

I knew that home naps would be where I, I mean he, really missed the Nuk. And indeed, today he didn't nap. He didn't cry for the Nuk at all, actually, he just couldn't calm himself down. He uncovered himself and cried to be covered, then he cried 'cause he pooped (not really his fault). Then I told him that was it, I wasn't coming back. 45 minutes later when T. checked on him he was flying one of his shoes like an airplane. But he was quiet. For the moment.

In the end, I think he probably slept about 30 minutes. And he is GRUMPY this afternoon. I'm considering whether 2 hours a day, 2 days a week of Nuk would do any harm, really.

Spaghetti and carrot sticks with Ranch for dinner tonight:

Friday, May 15, 2009

Safety First

Remember Little Man's helmet? He called for hit when he and Daddio were trying out the motorcycle tonight.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Empathy

A few months ago Daisy regressed. We used to be able to let her have the run of the house when we were out, but she started finding and eating food while we were gone. Since our pantry has no doors, this can't be avoided. So we've been putting Daisy in her crate when we leave.

Yesterday morning T. put Daisy in her crate before they left the house and Daisy started her usual panic-barking. T. yelled at her to be quiet and Little Man said, "Daddy, Daisy sad." Yeah, have a little sympathy, Daddy.


(Yes, this is a re-post. Daddio posted a comment and Blogger posted his full name. So I deleted the comment and it said, "Daddio's Full Name said... this post has been removed by a blog administrator." So we deleted the whole thing and are starting over.)

Monday, May 11, 2009

God wants me to go to a Champagne Brunch

Background: When T. was in grad school I worked at an after-school program for inner-city kids. The Center is a not-for-profit organization. 140 children, grades K-12, attend the center for free. They get after-school care, violence prevention curriculum, and one-on-one tutoring, plus other various programs. It was a challenging job.

This morning I got a Facebook message from a former co-worker of mine from the Center, Tabby. She said, "Hey, they just played your 3 songs on the radio, and you won ticket's to the Center's fashion show fund-raiser this weekend!" Huh?! This is a radio station I don't listen to often. I certainly don't remember submitting 3 songs of my choice. But if the station picks your 3 songs, you win something. Tabby was sure they said my full name, so I e-mailed the radio station. Can't hurt, right?

They e-mailed me back and said, yes, I won tickets to the fashion show on Sunday! I looked up other people in the area with my last name because I was feeling a little guilty, and all it came up with was my brother-in-law's work address.

What are the chances that a former Center co-worker would hear my name on the radio, and that the prize would be tickets to an event benefitting the Center?

So on Sunday, Tabby and I will be attending the fashion show. I actually haven't been able to find much information about this year's event, but last year it was a champagne brunch.

Oh, Tabby says that "my" 3 song were good, and that I have fabulous taste. I would expect nothing less from me.
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Since you don't come here to learn about me, here are a few of the Little Man in a Papua New Guinean hat.J and S, if this hat was made for an adult in PNG, I don't even want to know. It fits this 2-year-old perfectly.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

"I don't like it."

We set a new land-speed record this morning. I put Little Man in time-out within 5 seconds of setting eyes on him and before I even spoke a word to him this morning. I opened the door to his room and he held up a book (which wasn't in his crib, but was close enough) and said, "I rip it!". He's done this twice before, and we have had a serious conversation each time. These are board books, and he's ripping off the colorful layer. So before I could even say "good morning," he was in time-out.

Then I made the horrible mother offense of getting him dressed. In overalls. Overalls are not pleasing to him.
"I don't like it."
Right now I've appeased him by putting cereal in the front pocket of the overalls. But I can't feed him cereal all day, so I'm going to have to come up with something else soon. As a bonus, Daisy is really fond of him now that he has food in his pocket.Nice Easter shirt, kid. At least he doesn't know he's off-season, too.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Stuff

This week at daycare they made Mother's Day crafts.He told me, "I paint it!" See the cute fake flowers? Which are, curiously, rooted in real dirt. It's a mystery.
But I'm not going to judge. Because my real plants are in real dirt. And they're all dead. In this picture you will behold a dead boxwood (you can't actually behold that because I already dug it up and haven't managed to find a replacement, but you can see the blank spot), two dead azaleas, and a mostly dead rhododendron. In the backyard we have a butterfly bush that I suspect is dead. All of these plants were bought locally, from a local nursery. And yet, now they're dead. What to do? No really, what should I do, gardeners? I need your help. I think our neighborhood is just too windy for the azaleas and rhododendron (you can see two living azaleas around the corner, where they're slightly more protected). I have no idea why the boxwood died, and I'm at a loss for the butterfly bush as well. I wish I had a staff like Martha Stewart who could wrap all my plants in burlap in the winter.

We had a brief respite from the rain this evening and Little Man and I played some soccer and took a wagon ride. Then the skies opened up. Here we are looking like drowned rats (this was the first picture, but he thought the self-portrait thing was really funny).

And here he is telling me that the Kiss in his hand is chocolate. I don't know how he knows that.Speaking of "I don't know where he got that," tonight we were singing along with one of his kids' CDs, and all of a sudden Little Man said, clear as day, "Shake your booty!"

Monday, May 4, 2009

We Have Poop!

We had a momentous occasion here in the Stuff Growing house tonight. I was out, and when I came home Little Man was crying "Mommmmyyyyy" like his heart was broken and T. was cheering him on. Turns out T. had caught him in the pooping position and stuck him quickly on the potty.

I gave him a Nuk (I know, I KNOW) to stop the crying and read him a couple of books, but eventually we concluded that T. scared the poop back into him (it's happened before) and I diapered him. While he was washing his hands I glanced over at the potty and we had poop! There was much rejoicing. T. rushed in with celebratory jelly beans and Little Man did the honors of flushing the poopie bye bye.

Here's a picture of his first potty poop:




Just kidding.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Helmet Head

Because T. has a helmet when he rides his motorcycle, and because Little Man's bike is obviously a super-cool motorcycle, he decided this weekend, "I need a helmet."

Of course we don't have a helmet for the Radio Flyer trike that he only rides inside, so we had to improvise. Now he goes for my blue rain hat whenever he's riding the bike.
"OW! I hurt my toe!"
He usually doesn't like getting his picture taken but was hamming it up tonight.
This is what I got when I counted to 3 before taking the picture.
Three small boys break will of wild dog.

If you've ever been to our house, you know that Daisy is wild and is crazy about houseguests. But after less than 24 hours with three toddler boys in the house, she won't leave my feet here at the desk. I tried to push her away, but I think I'm her best protection.

We had our small friends M and I over last night.

I. and LM blow bubbles (M was marathon-napping at this time).
And go tiptoeing through the tulips (daffodils, actually).
Super-I spilled bubbles on his pants. I did get him dry pants, but just had to take this picture first.
Here all three boys are getting a bedtime story.

Friday, May 1, 2009

Conversations with Little Man

We were outside kicking the ball around tonight. Little Man had been falling down accidentally and on-purpose the whole time. One time he fell down then whimpered a little bit.

LM: Owwww, hiney hurts.
Me: Your hiney hurts?
LM: Mm hm. Ooohhh. [now holding his pants] Kiss it?
Me: You want me to kiss your hiney?
LM: Mm hm.
Me: I'm not going to kiss your hiney, it's so stinky.
LM: It's so stinky. I go play now.

This evening we were at the grocery store. I don't remember what we were talking about, but Little Man said, "Go away, Jose." I think now I've convinced him it's "No way, Jose." I guess that's better for a 2-year-old than "Go away, Jose."