Last night we had tornado warnings. I know, I know. You'd think with all of the tornado warnings for our neighborhood that we lived in tornado alley, but we don't. So, last night we hung out in the basement. Billy ate dinner down there and played with his new toys.
Dear Apple, thank you for adding the Emergency Alert System to the iPhone 5. I got the tornado warning before they had it up on the tv. If there had been a tornado, you might have saved our lives. So thanks for that feature.
Now, back to our regualrly scheduled post...
After bed (and expired warnings) I got to organizing. I brought home several boxes from work that needed to be trashed from the shoot.
I got out all of the boxes of baby clothes that I could find and organized them by size. It took the better part of two hours to do it. I figured, since I have the boxes now that I should get on the organizing before i either decide to sell the clothes or decide to have another baby (because organizing while encumbered by a big belly sucks).
I'm all organized, but I have to say, with each box of clothes I opened a whiff of eau du poop wafted up to my nose. You know, it's not a good smell. It stinks. And I'm not talking about toddler poop smell, I mean baby poop. Yuck. And all of the clothes were washed before putting them into boxes originally.
Well, some other kid (maybe my own, maybe someone else's) is going to get to enjoy lots of cute, slightly smelly clothes.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Friday, October 19, 2012
October 18, 2012 ~ Just Like Mommy
Billy wants to be "just like Mommy".
"Billy dark pants, Mommy dark pants!" he said while I was dressing him. Yes, I had on jeans and was putting him in dark blue slacks.
"Mommy socks, Billy socks!" Yes, we were both wearing socks.
"Mommy shirt, Billy shirt!" Jeez, yes, we're both dressed already. And no, not dressed alike. That's cool and all, but not my thing.
Then he found my hair tie. And he wanted it in his hair, just like Mommy. So, I gave him a silly little ponytail.
I tried to remove it but he insisted on wearing it to school. He wanted to look "just like Mommy."
No worries. When we got to school another little boy in his class was also wearing a silly ponytail.
"Billy dark pants, Mommy dark pants!" he said while I was dressing him. Yes, I had on jeans and was putting him in dark blue slacks.
"Mommy socks, Billy socks!" Yes, we were both wearing socks.
"Mommy shirt, Billy shirt!" Jeez, yes, we're both dressed already. And no, not dressed alike. That's cool and all, but not my thing.
Then he found my hair tie. And he wanted it in his hair, just like Mommy. So, I gave him a silly little ponytail.
I tried to remove it but he insisted on wearing it to school. He wanted to look "just like Mommy."
No worries. When we got to school another little boy in his class was also wearing a silly ponytail.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
October 16, 2012 ~ The Demon/Angel
I guess it's just the terrible twos, but Billy has developed the ability to switch from demon child to perfect angel in a split second. Not even German engineering can corner that fast.
We went to Grandma's today for dinner. Happy lil man turned into screaming crabby pants pitching a fit over what was for dinner.
He has been extra tired, which means that the demon lurking just beneath the surface shows up more often. I was not surprised to see the little demon make a visit today. I'm thinking growth spurt. He's due. And when he's extra tired for no reason, it usually means that he's about to shoot up by three inches in the next week.
Yup.
Or it's just his inner demon...
I'm hoping for the growth spurt.
We went to Grandma's today for dinner. Happy lil man turned into screaming crabby pants pitching a fit over what was for dinner.
He has been extra tired, which means that the demon lurking just beneath the surface shows up more often. I was not surprised to see the little demon make a visit today. I'm thinking growth spurt. He's due. And when he's extra tired for no reason, it usually means that he's about to shoot up by three inches in the next week.
Yup.
Or it's just his inner demon...
I'm hoping for the growth spurt.
October 15, 2012 ~ Butter, Shadows and Dirty Words
Can you believe that I forgot to post? I thought I had posted this morning but we've been so busy with another shoot week that I forgot to post. And three funny things happened yesterday.
At dinner time Billy wanted applesauce. So I fixed him a bowl and put it in front of him. Then he asked me to put butter on his applesauce. Um, no. But he kept insisting that I put butter on his applesauce. Well, there was no way that I was going to put butter on his applesauce. So, unfortunately for Billy, he had to eat it without butter.
After dinner, we had a dance party in the living room. I broke out some old Disney anthology albums that I had purchased in the 90s back when I used to be huge into all things Disney. I thought Billy might like the music. Well, not only does he like the music he loves it. He thinks it's so funny. He loves all of the silly songs and the funny phrases from Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious (yes, it's spelled right) to Chim Chim Cheree and all kinds of music from animated to live action movies. He especially liked Heigh Ho! from Snow White. He even began singing with me. He especially liked the part where you get to sing "dig dig dig dig." Then he noticed his shadow dancing around on the wall. I waved my hand to make my own shadow move. He was thrilled and waved his hands along to the music to make his shadow dance.
And finally we went downstairs to play with all of his toys in the playroom and Billy got into some of the toys he hasn't played with in a long time. One of the toys is a laptop that looks like a panda bear. He hasn't been much of a fan of it because it's too old for him. But now he's starting to like it. He had a lot of fun playing with that little computer but the only problem was what he kept calling it. I'm not actually going to type out that dirty word here. But if you can imagine what the word would sound like minus the "mp" that's what he kept saying. The worst part was he kept calling it Mommy's [insert dirty word here]. I'm trying to teach him how to say computer correctly but so far no success. Chalk it up to another dirty word said innocently by toddler.
At dinner time Billy wanted applesauce. So I fixed him a bowl and put it in front of him. Then he asked me to put butter on his applesauce. Um, no. But he kept insisting that I put butter on his applesauce. Well, there was no way that I was going to put butter on his applesauce. So, unfortunately for Billy, he had to eat it without butter.
After dinner, we had a dance party in the living room. I broke out some old Disney anthology albums that I had purchased in the 90s back when I used to be huge into all things Disney. I thought Billy might like the music. Well, not only does he like the music he loves it. He thinks it's so funny. He loves all of the silly songs and the funny phrases from Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious (yes, it's spelled right) to Chim Chim Cheree and all kinds of music from animated to live action movies. He especially liked Heigh Ho! from Snow White. He even began singing with me. He especially liked the part where you get to sing "dig dig dig dig." Then he noticed his shadow dancing around on the wall. I waved my hand to make my own shadow move. He was thrilled and waved his hands along to the music to make his shadow dance.
And finally we went downstairs to play with all of his toys in the playroom and Billy got into some of the toys he hasn't played with in a long time. One of the toys is a laptop that looks like a panda bear. He hasn't been much of a fan of it because it's too old for him. But now he's starting to like it. He had a lot of fun playing with that little computer but the only problem was what he kept calling it. I'm not actually going to type out that dirty word here. But if you can imagine what the word would sound like minus the "mp" that's what he kept saying. The worst part was he kept calling it Mommy's [insert dirty word here]. I'm trying to teach him how to say computer correctly but so far no success. Chalk it up to another dirty word said innocently by toddler.
Monday, October 15, 2012
October 14, 2012 ~ Chim Chim Cheree
Poor Daddy. He's like a porcelain doll. First his bum foot- which is his own fault. Now he's throw out his back. Yup.
Well, the grass had to be mowed. It's true. And Daddy wanted to do it. Go Daddy. Usually, Daddy finished mowing the grass by strapping on the leaf blower and blowing all of the little clippings away. I was thinking this was a monumentally bad idea for someone who spent most of the day laid up.
So, I went to fetch Billy his little broom and I got my outdoor broom. We headed out to the front walk after Daddy had mowed that area. And then we started sweeping.
At first, Billy wasn't sure what to do. Sure, he knows how to swing the broom back and forth to scatter my freshly swept pile o' dirt. But what to do outside?
I showed him how to sweep the grass from the walk.
He quickly fell into step right behind me (and I mean right behind me). And he swept and swept. Then he gladly took over managing the project by instructing me which areas still needed sweeping.
And when he was done he swung the broom over his shoulder like a chimney sweep and headed out back.
I taught him Chim Chim Cheree and NOW he can do a little dance with him broom while singing "chim chim chim!"
Well, the grass had to be mowed. It's true. And Daddy wanted to do it. Go Daddy. Usually, Daddy finished mowing the grass by strapping on the leaf blower and blowing all of the little clippings away. I was thinking this was a monumentally bad idea for someone who spent most of the day laid up.
So, I went to fetch Billy his little broom and I got my outdoor broom. We headed out to the front walk after Daddy had mowed that area. And then we started sweeping.
At first, Billy wasn't sure what to do. Sure, he knows how to swing the broom back and forth to scatter my freshly swept pile o' dirt. But what to do outside?
I showed him how to sweep the grass from the walk.
He quickly fell into step right behind me (and I mean right behind me). And he swept and swept. Then he gladly took over managing the project by instructing me which areas still needed sweeping.
And when he was done he swung the broom over his shoulder like a chimney sweep and headed out back.
I taught him Chim Chim Cheree and NOW he can do a little dance with him broom while singing "chim chim chim!"
Taken while watching Daddy mow
The Sunday Post ~ Having A Dog
It's on my mind...
Plenty of people live without dogs. Plenty of parents of toddlers live without dogs. I just don't know how they do it. Really, how do they do it?
Why I love having a a dog and a toddler:
~ Cleaning the floor: Buddy gladly cleans up after dinner every night. He licks the floor clean. I just come around behind him and wipe everything down. He also happily snarfs random bits of food off of the toddler- you know the sticky ones stuck to his clothes? Those.
~ Learning to share: Buddy has toys too. Sometimes Billy wants them. But, since they are Buddy's, Billy has to wait or share with Buddy. And sometimes Buddy wants Billy's toys too.
~ Learning to be nice: Buddy will take plenty of toddler abuse and still love Billy. But after being hit so many times he refuses to play along and leaves the room. Billy has learned to not hit, not bite, not kick and to be gentle.
~ Entertaining the kid: Buddy is hours of endless entertainment. He's the toy that plays back. Fetch you say? Sure!
~ Big protector: Buddy guards Billy with his life. I like that.
A friend once told me she read that dogs provide a moral compass to children. I believe her. We're not born with one- we have to learn. Certainly, you don't have to have a dog to teach morals. But dogs are a huge teaching aid in this endeavor, at least in my humble opinion. Dogs are tolerant, have unconditional love, but will growl when you overstep your bounds.
Okay, let's be honest. Buddy is a special dog. He is better behaved than any dog I have owned. He has the sweetest temperament of any dog I've owned. His personality is something even people could aspire to. I don't talk a lot about him, but it's true. Don't get me wrong, his snoring last night was no fun and he has his annoying habits just like anyone. But if there's a creature out there to help teach my child how best to behave, two-footed or four, Buddy would be at the top of the list.
I just can't imagine raising a kid without a dog. And I can't imagine myself having grown up sans dogs. They are amazing creatures.
So, I'm giving mine his due. Buddy, steak tonight!
Plenty of people live without dogs. Plenty of parents of toddlers live without dogs. I just don't know how they do it. Really, how do they do it?
Why I love having a a dog and a toddler:
~ Cleaning the floor: Buddy gladly cleans up after dinner every night. He licks the floor clean. I just come around behind him and wipe everything down. He also happily snarfs random bits of food off of the toddler- you know the sticky ones stuck to his clothes? Those.
~ Learning to share: Buddy has toys too. Sometimes Billy wants them. But, since they are Buddy's, Billy has to wait or share with Buddy. And sometimes Buddy wants Billy's toys too.
~ Learning to be nice: Buddy will take plenty of toddler abuse and still love Billy. But after being hit so many times he refuses to play along and leaves the room. Billy has learned to not hit, not bite, not kick and to be gentle.
~ Entertaining the kid: Buddy is hours of endless entertainment. He's the toy that plays back. Fetch you say? Sure!
~ Big protector: Buddy guards Billy with his life. I like that.
A friend once told me she read that dogs provide a moral compass to children. I believe her. We're not born with one- we have to learn. Certainly, you don't have to have a dog to teach morals. But dogs are a huge teaching aid in this endeavor, at least in my humble opinion. Dogs are tolerant, have unconditional love, but will growl when you overstep your bounds.
Okay, let's be honest. Buddy is a special dog. He is better behaved than any dog I have owned. He has the sweetest temperament of any dog I've owned. His personality is something even people could aspire to. I don't talk a lot about him, but it's true. Don't get me wrong, his snoring last night was no fun and he has his annoying habits just like anyone. But if there's a creature out there to help teach my child how best to behave, two-footed or four, Buddy would be at the top of the list.
I just can't imagine raising a kid without a dog. And I can't imagine myself having grown up sans dogs. They are amazing creatures.
So, I'm giving mine his due. Buddy, steak tonight!
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