I was lucky enough to get to attend Field Day with Tater. Controlled chaos seems to be the best answer.
this was soccer:
this was field polo (even though those bats are padded, I still can't believe they give them to the kids):
Here is Tater just waiting for tug-of-war:
then the actual tug-of-war:
This boy has grown. I swear he grows inches every month. Look at long he is in his full size bed!
And the poor child has my taste in clothing. Sigh. I hope some other female can help him out when he gets older.
Tater came home sooo excited because there was going to be a lunar eclipse tonight. What the teacher (or whoever told him) failed to mention is that it starts at 8:43PM EST.
No post tomorrow... I'm taking the day off. Thanks for stopping by and a double thanks to those who have been commenting over the last couple of days. Later.
Tater brought home his artwork from school. I almost fell over. I thought it was great. Better than what I can do today. Must have gotten those genes from grandparents or hubby... Uhhh... though I did get the last one wrong in what I thought it was... click to enlarge... any ideas? He did tell me.
From my five year old...
Tater has to write in a journal daily at school. Since there is limited time at school, he now has it as homework. He takes his work to school and gets to copy it to his journal there.
Sometimes I pay attention, sometimes I don't. He asked me the other day for the names of people. I gave him a couple and helped him spell them... while I was in the kitchen and he was in the living room. Here is what he showed me after he finished:
I was reading THIS POST over at Sticks and saw this line:
The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.
Lately I have not been making the most of what comes my way. It is not the end of the world what has been going on... the normal stuff... money, time, and sleep (or at least for me this is an ongoing item)... but then throw in a five year old.
My angel. He has gotten to be difficult. Not just a little. I mean temper tandrum, screaming, PITA difficult. I am glad he is growing and trying to become more independent. I am not happy with the talking back, getting cheeky with me and the other things that are happening. This boy who had only gotten enough spankings that they could be counted on one hand, now have enough I can't count. And this is AFTER we have done time outs, taking away Wii and computer privileges.
It makes it harder to find the good stories to write about him when you spend the day correcting him. I'm working on it. It may take me a little more time but I'm working on it.
Interesting enough, Bou mentioned she had some problems with her boys at this age... the person I carpool with to take the boys to school is having a similar problem with her son now. The only other issue I have is that Tot is now trying a few of these 'No's out as well. Good thing I'm strong enough to take them both on... but again, it makes for little blog fodder.
How many times can I write how I told my son to pick up his shoes and put them away, get told NO and put him in time out. After time out, tell him to pick up his shoes and put them away now, get told NO and take away the Wii and computer time. Put the shoes away now. NO. Fine, time for a spanking... suddenly the shoes disappear. Now mind you... my mom freaked when she saw me spank my child... It was whack on the butt with the clothes on... THAT WAS IT??? was her response. From the way Tater acted she thought I must really use a belt or something. Nope. Amazing huh?
It gets old but must be consistent and must be done. I will not have a child that grows into a teenager with this kind of disrespect for me. Not going to happen. Besides it is just dangerous to have a child that doesn't listen. What if a car is barreling down the road and I tell him to get out of the road? NO! Yaa... not the response you want to hear.
Hence, if you have any thoughts or ideas or support... I'm all eyes (or ears). But it will work out one way or another. Just not a lot to blog about while it is happening.
My older son is actually getting to be pretty funny. While driving back from the airport, I hear something like this conversation in the back of the car:
Tater: Tot, Tot!
Tot: What?
Tater: What's your name?
Tot: Tot
Tater: What's this? (he is pointing to his nose)
Tot: Your nose
Tater: What's in my hand?
Tot: Fingers?
Tater: NO, what's in my hand?
Tot: I don't know
Tater: Nothing is in my hand, what's in my hand???
Tot: Nothing.
Tater: And the answer is... Tot nose nothing... hahahahaha
Tot: That's NOT Funny!
Actually I snickered.
Made a scrapbook page...
The template is from Lisa Minor.
The mask is from pumpkin ridge creations.
The elements and paper is from Creative Victorian.
The boys still love dinosaurs. Need to make a page of Tot. Just been too busy. I did notice Tink made a scrapbook page of Tot though... check it out HERE but you must scroll down to see it. And it is a great post since it has all sorts of space stuff on it.
My sister, ddpups, took this picture. I would have loved to have known what was going through his mind...
Tink sent me an old picture of Tater. Look at the rolls in those arms. Yep, that is baby food he was eating... though from the looks of it he wanted Uncle Pan's steak!
And here is Tater just a week ago...
I found an old wreath that needed some extra special care and Tater wanted to help! I took all the old stuff off. Tater took all the 'decorations' I gave him to put on the wreath and did his own creation...
Besides the 'normal' homework, if they don't finish something at school they have to finish it at home. Trust me, I have volunteered and there is more than enough time for them to finish the work at school... unless they are goofing off. Hence, I don't mind having him do that kind of homework. But I now have to make a copy of it so Tot can do it as well.
Here's Tater busy doing his homework. I did NOT help him at all. He knew all the words and told ME what the first letter was on each one. Geeze.
On the otherhand... Tot can't cut by himself yet. He can hold the scissors, he can cut paper but not hold the paper. I helped him with that part. He did the rest himself. Geeze they are growing up sooo fast... Here is Tot's finished product...
Seems that when my son decided to take a bath the other day, superheroes were on his mind. We started the conversation and it went something like this (be patient, it's worth is):
Tater: Mom, if someone shoots me in the belly button twice, you'll hear this sound (and some weird noise came out of his mouth) and an explosion comes out like this (picture hands starting at belly and going outward).
Mom: Only if you get shot twice?
Tater: **looking down** yep, but don't worry, if they cut off my pe-nis, it grows out really big and I can whack them with it... **demonstrates by taking both hands and 'whacking' a toy off the side of the tub** then it goes back to normal size.
Mom: **bou blink and trying not to laugh** oh...
Tater: Don't worry mom you can do it too...
Mom: Uhh. Nope, I'm a girl. I don't have a pe-nis.
Tater: Ohhh... just pretend. **looking down again** OHHHHH you can use your toes.
and the conversation continued with what noises would occur if the shot came to his left side or his back. It was very funny and he was very into this whole "What happens to a hero once he gets shot" thing. But I can tell you now that I wanted to laugh so hard and just couldn't do it because he was having so much fun talking to me.
When I told Mamaw about this, the first thing out of her mouth was what if he talks about this to his friends at school. I can see my first conference being with the Teacher and my son's super pe-nis. **snicker snicker** Ok, I snicker here, but I would be hard put on what to say or do if I get that call.
My poor son has gotten my handwriting. Then again, I think his dad's isn't that great either. Just in fun, I'm posting some of his writing from his daily planner. Then I will do it again around February of next year... see if it has improved or not. I bet he will end up having better handwriting than both his parents. Hopefully it will turn out as nice as my mom's or dad's. Now that was something to see!
click to enlarge... and let me know what you can read! I did figure it out eventually...
My boy is a Kindergartener. Wow. He has memorized his first 9 sight words, brought home some other work to finish and has had good behavior reports every day. He buckles his own strap, dresses himself (except for socks), brushes his own teeth and speaks quite well. While this didn't happen over night, it amazes me when I see it all put together.
Ever since I started carpooling and having him ride with me or my friend to school, he comes home much happier and tells me about what has happened. Like how he met a teacher named Coach. This teacher taught him about basketball. I loved it. He showed me how to hold your hands when dribbling. He loves computer time and he is nice to his classmates.
I got to have lunch with him this week. It was very special. I love my little (big) boy.
The conversation started yesterday morning with Tater walking up to me in the kitchen and saying...
Tater: Smell my pe-nis Mom.. (snickering)
Mom: NO WAY... it'll smell like pee... go away.
Tater: Smell my butt Mom... (laughing out loud)
Mom: NO WAY... I bet you'll fart! Now go away!
Tater: hahahaha... (and he walks away)
This has got to be a male thing.
It is hard to believe I have a 5 year old son. I spent the afternoon looking through old pictures. I made the following online scrapbook pages:
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I love his smile. Always so kind and caring. My how Tater has grown. I miss my little boy with the great big Michelin tire legs. I love who he is turning into as he grows.
On this coming Sunday, Tater will turn 5. The problem was that only one friend would be in town and available that weekend. Hence, we had it Saturday... 7 kids, 8 adults and great weather. Phew....
First, some pictures of my attempt to make Optimus Prime (from the Transformer cartoon) on a cake:
The next day, he puts on his only Transformer shirt and poses with the cake (no way is Tot going to be left out... even if he hasn't gotten dressed yet!)
Time to blow out the candles!
Luckily, kids can be entertained by any kind of water. Even if it is just spraying a little in the air... along with water guns... of course!
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It was very enjoyable. I have good friends. They brought food, helped clean up and are always good company when it comes to conversation. We talked about poop, farts, burps and all the other good things that comes with having children. Yep, need more days like that.
And this weekend, Uncle Bobby should be down to visit and we can have another 'party'. Lucky kid!
It's hard to say no to Tater when he turns those bedroom eyes at you and says with the sweetest voice, "May we please make cupcakes?". Sigh. I have to be out of my mind this summer. Yet, I worked it into the day...
Here is Tot with the mixer. He loved doing the mixing...
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Tater broke down and mixed a little of it...
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The best part? Spooning out the mix! Tot wanted to make big cupcakes...
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and Tater wanted to make small ones...
And mom forgot to spray the small trays with Pam before putting in the mix. Particularly since I didn't have any mini-cupcake holders. Some of the mini-cupcakes were only partially removed. yummmmy cake pieces.
Made it through another day of summer. Yipeee!
My boys love treasure hunts. I draw maps and we go an look for stuff. This time it was Tater who drew the map.
I was surprised that I could figure out most of the stuff. The last couple of items caught me by surprise. Start on the upper left and then go down to the right and back up again. See more pawprints to see the answer.
Just in case you can't see the answers... Bee Hive, Shark Lake, Castle, Trampoline, Monster...
While talking to Tink on the phone after picking up the boys... an interesting conversation occurred. Tater told me he was hungry. Really really hungry. He wanted to eat right that minute. I stopped talking to Tink and told him we would be eating shortly.
Tater: Mom, you are going to die after 2pm
**blink** **silence on my side of the phone**
**laughter out of Tink**
Me: Why am I going to die?
Tater: Because I'm soooo hungry
**silence because now I'm tearing up and trying not to laugh out loud**
**more laughter out of Tink, and she wants to know if Tater can save me**
Me: If I feed you, will you save me? (Or something of that nature was said while being prompted by Tink)
Tater: Yes, I'll save you mom.
I am amazed daily by the odd conversations I have with my children. They are soooo going to need therapy when they get older.
Nothing like having a child to keep you on your toes. Here is a conversation we had at the dinner table the other night... one of the unusual dinners with daddy at the table with us...
Out of the blue while we are all eating -
Tater: You're just a little fat aren't you mom?
Mom: **blink blink** Uhhh. Yes.
Tater: Dad, your really fat, right?
Dad: **shocked look** You really should not comment on people being fat, you might hurt someone's feelings.
Mom: **blink blink (hiding face to keep from laughing out loud)**
Note to self: must remember to have a talk with Tater later
Tater and I were talking about age. How old Happy dog was, how old he was, how old I was. I told him I was 42 years old... and he responded with... "Wow that's over a hundred". Yaa, we need to work on his counting skills. ;-)
Today Tater gets to take his cast off. Except it ended off yesterday. While Hubby and I were on our date, Tater broke a strap on his cast. We plan on making cupcakes, go shopping and have a generally good time. The hardest part is that Tater must keep his tennis shoes on at all times except bath and bedtime. My boys have gotten were they like to go barefooted. Just two more weeks and he can go barefooted. He can get shoes off a lot easier than a cast. We'll see how it goes.
They were running an hour late at the foot doctor's office when we finally got the news about his cast. I decided since my camera was still in my purse from Tot's gymnastics... I would take some pictures... notice the tic-tac-toe and tie fighters...
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Mammaw brought cameras for the boys.
Here is a sampling of pictures that Tater took (Tot's will be shown tomorrow):
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I was tempted to post the pictures of Dad. He only had one that the head was actually included. For some reason Tater kept cutting his head off. Then again, the picture he took of himself is an interesting angle. ;-)
Since I'm not going to have time to post tomorrow... here are some cute pictures of Tater at the Dentist. First couple were taken with my camera phone:
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After all the work, the only visible cavity filling is silver:
Like mother like son. Sigh. Poor Tater has inherited my bad teeth.
Very busy. Yesterday I left the house at 8:20am and didn't get back until 2pm. Today we take Tater to the Dentist to get his cavities filled. And on Saturday morning Mammaw arrives. I'll bring paper and pen and try to write down some of the stories! By the time I get home I forget half the cute things the kids have done.
Kids have the ability to know what you are able to answer and what you can not. I can tell my kids why the sky is blue, but I had no idea why stop lights are red. Guess which question Tater asked me on the way to preschool? yaaa... Why are stop lights red. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Then I found this SITE and it said:
Red, the color of blood, proved a logical choice for the stop signal, as for thousands of years, this color forbade danger. The color alone, railroad engineers reasoned, should give people cause to pause, to abide by the signal, and to stop or suffer the consequences of death and destruction.
Since nothing else gave a better explanation... that was the one I used with my son. Sigh... why can't they ask something I can answer right on the spot???
The first picture is a bunny (NOT the Easter Bunny - or so Tater told me in a very loud voice) with a carrot. That is the Bunny's hand around the carrot.
I lucked out because I thought it was the Easter Bunny and asked him if that was it. With the rounded ears... it was really hard to figure it out. I just got corrected and told it was a Bunny. I also guessed the carrot correctly. Still, at 4 years of age, not bad. Certainly better than anything I could draw!
The Tie Fighters were a give away to anyone that knows my boys. The dots are the guns. He is starting to add details to pictures and I think it is great. He even told me it was the 'Advanced Tie Fighter' and the 'Tie Fighter'. Yaa. He knows wayyyy too much about Star Wars for never having seen the movies.
Hopefully later I will have some amusing stories about phone calls, and other items on Star Wars Legos. The lego game and the lego pieces you can buy.
Seems Tater is becoming quite the artist. Of course, being his mom... I recognized both pictures right away. Curiousity got the better of me and I'm wondering if you can figure out what Tater drew.
picture 1:
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picture 2:
Good luck. I'll post the answers tomorrow.
Tis' the year for broken bones. Tater hurt his foot on Thursday. I took him Friday morning to have it checked out. He fractured a bone in his foot. And his foot is soooo wide they had to sew an extra piece on so it would velcro across his foot.
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Tater had to show it off!
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Without the 'removable' cast, he was pretty laid back. Once the cast was on... there was no stopping him. Jedi knight to the rescue!
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Removable... NOT. That cast has a bunch of velcro straps. We finally broke down and took it off last night for his bath. Side note: The doctor said he was to wear it 23 1/2 hours. He could take it off for a bath. I didn't want to take it off at all. What a pain it was to get it all back on correctly. Hope I can convince him just to hang his leg out of the tub tonight. ;-)
Lately I have been a little overwhelmed with life. It's getting back on course but will probably take me the weekend to recover. Until then... I just can't help but smile every time I see this picture of Tater... hope it makes you smile as well!
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What a different a year and a half make. Or even just 7 months ago...
There are no words to describe watching 18 four year olds dancing. They paired off and did the waltz. Afterwards they did the Macarana and Y.M.C.A.... Watching Tater put his hands on his hips and shake that butt just had me smiling from ear to ear!!!
Out of the blue Tater asked me what was the name of the three handed guy. Huh? It took me a few moments but I realized we had watched Inspector Gadget the day before and he had 'three hands'. One that pops out of his hat! Phew. That was exactly what he wanted to talk about. A great guess on mom's part. I just hope I know what they are watching and playing... otherwise, I might just come up with the wrong answer!
Yesterday, all I could think of are the different cartoons I have seen with that punch line. And that is probably the only thing that kept Tater alive. Once, I told him if he said "Can we play on the computer now?" again he wouldn't get to play it all. He didn't mention again for 2 hours. When he did mention it again it was in a round about manner. On the lines of "when we play, can I play Star War Lego's One first? And it will be soon won't it?"
It started because of that party on Saturday we had to attend. Dad said "Let's play on the computer early so I can play with them". Uhhhh. Not going to happen again. It is a nightmare to get them back on track. I believe the answer in the future is, we will play at 3pm or not at all. Ugh.
Was busy yesterday, busy today. Will try to get some announcements out (yep, looks like I get to give blogbirth to an already up and running child), a meme or two and some stories of the boys. Later Allligator!
We had a set of girl twins over to the house today to play. One of the twins, A1, is in Tater's preschool class. The other twin, A2, is in the other 4 year old class. Both girls have long blond hair and look sweet. They are all tomboys.
It was hilarious watching the 4 kids together. First the girls went crazy over the GeoTrax train set. Must have been 20 minutes playing with it. Did I mention that my boys were playing with the Imaginex castle and knights?
Finally they started playing together. Running around. And suddenly I hear from Tater, "Mom, can we watch a dvd?". Sure. They pick out Disney Music and I put it in. Tater sits on the couch and A2 goes and sits on the loveseat. Something is said by Tater, I didn't catch it. I do hear A2 say "I want to sit here". Tater gets up and sits beside her. It was very sweet. A1 continues to play with trains and Tot takes up the whole couch. Amazing how long that boy can be when he stretches out.
Over all, it was fun and the kids played together most of the time. Interested now to have a girl over Tot's age to see what happens.
Been busy fixing a broken computer, doing chores and keeping the boys under control. Yet, I couldn't resist getting a picture of Tater... now tell me this is NOT a sign of things to come:
And I found a cool picture of fractured clavicle that was close to what we saw in Tater's xray.
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Hopefully I'll have some cool pictures of Christmas tomorrow.
Tater actually had two performances to give. One on Thursday night were they sang Silent Night, Go Tell It On the Mountain, Joy to the World and a few others as well as a line in poem. Each child got the microphone and had to say a line. We have been working on this line for a week. He was saying it much to fast.
Finally with Daddy's help, we got him to slow down. Dad would say it in a deep voice, then in a high squeaky voice. When Tater would try, it would cause him to slow down. It was great. He did wonderful the other night.
He also had another couple of lines to memorize. He was to be a Ram at the manger. It was very cute.
And who could resist this cutie:
He wasn't the only one with it on crooked. What a wonderful 3 minutes.
I made an Elf out of Tater HERE. And he loved it. In fact, he had me play it over and over and over again. After the third or fourth time, he started dancing with it. Very funny. Here are some blurry but cute pictures of him trying to do 'the moves'.
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Mom is n.o.t. the one with the green thumb in this family. Tater is. But plants seem to survive despite me. Weeds love me. In fact, I had to weed a spot for Tater's latest plant. And here it is:
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While doing this, I discovered there was a tomato plant growing in the garden. It is laying on the ground and happy as can be. In fact it has three tomatoes. Here it is:
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Need to get those tomatoes off the ground, but don't know how without killing the plant. Ought to be interesting.
Tater brought this plant home from school:
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Here's a closer look:
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I killed of everything in the garden I created. I dread planting this healthy, happy plant in my yard. Where is Guy's Garden when I need it??? Yaa, it may be in the same state, but it is too far away.
I had the camera out and Tater saw it. He decided he wanted to have his picture taken making different faces. How could I refuse? You can guess what they are suppose to represent.
One:
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Four:
That phrase happens to be Tot's favorite right now. And Mammaw's. I was trying to set up the computer to let Tater play checkers with her and was on the cell phone talking to her. In the background, Tater was crying, whining, and being totally obnoxious. Mammaw asks "What's that noise?". It's Tater. I need to get off the phone and handle this some more. No checkers for him...
Later, Mammaw asks me why I didn't take his computer privileges away when he acted like that. The reason he was acting like that was because I had taken them away. Like a timeout. I was going to give them back if he behaved and was trying to set it up for him. Well... the behavior didn't get better so he lost computer time with Mammaw as well.
Days like this can drive me nuts. Sigh. I still love my boys but some days it is tougher than others. ;-)
During Tater's Fall Party they made masks. Since Tot was there as well, he got to make one. I laughed because Tater made the orange one (he was given it to match his shirt) and Tot made the pink one... notice who is wearing which mask...
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This boy has the computer skills down pat... For those without kids, there is a new show called "Upside Down Show". They have these short skits that they do without any major props. They have turned those into a game online. You can 'draw' what they are holding in their hands and it will be added into the skit. My boys love it. And here is a picture of the face that Tater made on the computer:
I can't draw that well... sigh...
Tater: why do you have teeth?
Mom: to chew your food
Tater: why do you have lips?
Mom: for an opening to put the food into
Tater: Is it also so you can talk?
Mom: yes.
And off goes Tater. At 6am, I cannot think clearly. I have no clue what that was all about.
Life has been a tiny bit busy the last couple of days and this will continue for another couple. Ok, it has been A LOT busy. I must learn to keep my mouth shut. I volunteered to do the Fall party that is in October for Tot in September... I knew that was coming along. I volunteered to do the school newsletter. After being asked by a teacher, the Chairman and the Director. And just last week, there was no one to do Tater's Fall party. Not one person signed up. Sigh. I signed up. I am out of my mind.
With all that going on, it is not surprising what my kids will pop up with on occassion. My hubby and I were flirting in the car. I was joking and said to him in the conversation, "when we get home let's have s.e.x". Yep, I spelled it out. Hey, I know kids learn fast and spelling it made it fun and kept my kids from asking what it meant. Uhhhhh... or so I thought. Continuing in a joking line, my hubby replied with "No s.e.x". I couldn't resist and started 'pleading'. Then I heard from the back of the car in Tater's loudest voice... "Mom, Dad said NO S.E.X.!"
I thought I was going to die. The first thing through my mind was when was this going to come out in class? The second was... when was he going to ask what it spelled and what did it mean. So far, so good on those two. Or so I hope.
Yep, life keeps me hopping in this household.
Nothing like hearing a conversation in the middle to confuse you. I heard Tater talking to his dad about maggots. All sorts of weird things ran through my mind... why is he so excited about maggots? Where did he see them? And then you catch the rest of the story. He is talking about Bill Nye "The Science Guy" and the Magnet dvd we rented from the library. Magnet, Maggot. Works for me.
the first week of school is over and Tater has come down with a cold. Long night. Had a post, can't find it. Later...
Getting Tater's outfits ready for school I realized I was short on shorts. I needed at least 3 or 4 more nice looking pair of shorts. What I didn't realize that even in Florida with a Heat Index of 102... they put all the shorts away and get out 'fall clothing'. Seriously. We went to Kid's Gap, Sears, Target, Toys 'R Us... and walked away with 2 pair of shorts. It sucked.
Then again, I ended up laughing at myself before it was over with... I must remember that I don't shop that much for boys. I have gotten many hand-me-downs from Bou and haven't had to shop. Thank goodness.
I was jumping up and down for joy when I finally found a pair of 'uniform' shorts at Kid's Gap. Literally. Must have looked crazy. I ran and found Tater, told Hubby and off to the fitting room. Off with the shoes, the shorts and on with the new shorts. eeerrrttttt. Stop. These shorts didn't have a divider in the middle for 2 separate legs. Eeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkk. I picked up a skirt. Sigh. I took it off, held it up. Yep, it looked like shorts. Looked inside, and it was a skirt. I put a skirt on my son. Goodness. I really need to pay better attention. At which point, I got Tater dressed back in his clothes, put the skirt up and found Hubby and Tot. I told him what happened. We both laughed. Only me.
Another 'big boy' hair cut...
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Of course, I still cut Tot's... sigh... poor boy
While on the phone with AWTM, Tater decided to tell a couple of jokes.
Tater: Mom, Mom, Mom... why did the car cross the sidewalk?
Mom: Why did the car cross the sidewalk?
Tater: Because he wanted to..
(Note: I had to ask Tater again this morning the answer to that joke. I had forgotten... I laughed again when I heard it, particularly when he added "Silly Mom" to the end of it.)
Tater: Mom, why did the chicken cross the road?
Mom: Why did the chicken cross the road? (Thinking I know the answer to this one...)
Tater: To get to the frog.
I had to burst out in laughter. Not exactly what I was expecting. Now you have some new twists on old jokes. Enjoy!
Tater had his first dentist visit yesterday. Wow. This is one proud Momma. He did not go to a children's dentist. He went to my dentist. The sterile rooms, the white walls and all.
He sat down, she started lifting the chair and before it made it to the top, he had his mouth open and ready to have his teeth counted. Yaaaa.
The dentist checked his teeth, the hygienist counted them, and polished them. Tater was great. The hygienist was wonderful as well. She let him see and touch all the equipment before it went into his mouth. And let him hold and use the 'suction' when it was necessary.
And a huge THANKS goes to Bou and my dental office. Bou kindly let me bring my boys to see her Son#2 get his teeth cleaned last week and it was ok with the hygienist as well. Yaa, we go to the same dentist. She suggested I go to her dentist after I had some bad experiences.
She also brought Son#2 and Bones to be there with Tater when his teeth were getting cleaned. I was happy that she was a little late because Tater climbed up into the chair and got started without them. They arrived just in time. He was just starting to get nervous when they showed up. Suddenly it was fun again. So much fun that Tot was starting to yell "My Turn, my turn".
Yaa. I'm proud of my Tater. Great job son!
Much to my enjoyment, Sticks made it over to my mom's house for Tater's birthday party. She gave Tater a sticker book that included the equipment she use to drive around for a living (and still does occassionally). I couldn't resist this picture...
Since this is my 'memory' place, I want to remember this about Tater. This week during swim lessons he was floating, turned over on his own and swam to the side of the pool. 5 or 6 times. And once out of 5 tries he actually was able to pop up and breath. Usually he gets his nose out but not the mouth. He did exceptionally well and I'm very proud of him.
Tater is really into calendars and figuring out which day is which. It took me a while, but I finally figured out how to translate some of his statements:
Tater says "Next week", Mom knows it means "Tomorrow".
Tater says "Dinner time", Mom knows it means either "time to eat in the morning, noon or night" depending on time of day it is mentioned. Yes, he knows breakfast, lunch and supper... not sure where this statement came from in his mind.
While at Mammaw's we created one with his birthday highlighted and our trip. He loved it. Every morning he ran to me and asked to put a sticker on it.
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I have another one done for the first 3 weeks of August. Not taking a picture of it because my artwork sucks lemons. You try drawing a picture to tell a kid it's time to go to the Barber.... oh #*&$() I just realized I could have drawn a Barber pole. Nope, not redoing it and I'm still not taking a picture.
Tater has that 'librarian' look. I know that Straight White Guy goes for that librarian look in women. I wonder if there are any women that look for it in men? Gotta admit, it makes him look like a cutie. I'm sure Mammaw is going to wonder exactly when this happened... nope, not gonna tell. He didn't break them.
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I received an e-mail from VW today providing me with a link to pictures!
Go HERE, to her sister, Tink's site and you will find a post on Tater's birthday party, complete with pictures.
Happy Birthday, Tater!
Grandma and Pop brought some presents. Luckily they were kind enough to bring some for all of us. Here is a DVD that I had never heard of before. I now have every song memorized. Yep, they love it. I have played it at least 5 times in the last 2 days.
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And though he got some other stuff... this is the best one of all:
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Here is what it looks like outside of the box. Notice the remote control in his hand!
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Here are all three seeing how it works. (Yaa... I include our Happy Dog).
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Did I mention it shoots discs out of its mouth? Hmm. Well it does. Luckily Pop was the main target. He danced around and it made them laugh.
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This is just the first round. We are going to have a party at Mammaw's house as well. Just hope I have enough room in my suitcase to get it all back! GRIN
Tater had me laughing tonight on the way home for dinner. He told a knock knock joke.
Tater: Knock knock
Pop: who's there?
Tater: Snow
Pop: Snow who?
Tater: Snow melts and becomes water. ** loud laughter **
The rest of the us laughed after that. And the jokes continued in that manner for a while.
I remembered that one in particular because of how it started. With 'snow'. We had just heard a Doodlebop knock knock on Friday with 'snow'. Only it ended with "Snow body here except me".
Gotta love kids and their sense of humor.
One of those things you discover when you have kids is that they know nothing until they learn it. Like the days of the week and time. They eat when they are hungry, they go to sleep when they are tired, and don't understand the concept of a weekend. Only us adults force it into some unnatural state of being. Ok, not just us. I have noticed my kids won't take naps because they might 'miss' something. Sigh. Then want to read 'one more book' when being put to bed at night.
Until now. My kids are learning about clocks, days, weeks and time in general. In fact, we now have up a little 'calendar' for the next couple of weeks. Each day before breakfast we are putting a star on that day. We review what is coming up in the days that follow. Like Grandma and Pop are coming next weekend. On the 20th we (Tater, Tot and Mom) fly to Pensacola to see Mammaw. And the 22nd is Tater's birthday. You can see my wonderful artistic creation below. And you can also see what I am a computer geek and not an artist.
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I really should find some nice pictures on-line and print them out and glue them on to the calendar. But until I get the energy to do that...
Tater found his baby picture. Now this is something to make me smile!
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Finally, life is getting back to the semi-insane state we normally enjoy.
Tater started at 6:30am... "Mom where does Pee come out of your body?". Not thinking clearly, I answer him... "Your pe-nis". Normally I would have made him answer it and that usually stops these conversations..
He whips down his underwear, pulls out his pe-nis and says "You mean that little hole there?". Uhhh... "Yes son". "Where does it come from in your body?"... Tater just isn't going to drop this conversation...
I go through the ropes... You eat and drink, your body takes what it needs and any liquids left get sent to your bladder. When your bladder is full, it sends a signal to your brain telling you to go Pee.
I can see it coming... so I stop him in mid-stream. "Let's go to the computer and see if we can find a picture of your bladder." Phew. After finding some pictures... repeating what was said before... he got distracted.
I just knew that he was going to ask where did poop come from next. And I just didn't want him showing me his butt that early in the morning.
Being a super hero is a difficult job. Jumping off the back of couches; chasing your brother, the bad guy, all over the house; watching the SPD Power Rangers; and eating lots of food... just wears a Super Pickle Boy out. Even though I just had to keep on going... I had to color that last picture to show exactly where the bad guys are hiding... just one more...
Great guess everyone. I am surprized that the word whale is 'questionable content' but you never know. ;-)
Been busy last two nights with croupy kid and bronchitis kid. Not much posting today. Will try to get something out tomorrow.
Have a great weekend and get sleep... those of us lacking can tell you it is well worth enjoying it now!!!
I'm not sure if I should post this picture or not... I think my family might give me a hard time about how my son draws better than I do. But let's see if it is true. Can you guess what Tater drew? or you can come up with an entertaining caption if you want...
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He told me, so I know the answer... but I would have guessed it right.
Amazing where kids can fall asleep. One minute they are eating, the next they are sleeping. Good hiding place for it. Took mom a while to find him.
Background: Mom is taking Tater and his friend, J, to a karate class. J is already a member and we were going to see if Tater wanted to join. And the answer was NO, he did not want to join. Tot on the other hand was all about getting out there and participating. He just isn't old enough... now we are on the trip home... J has a Thomas the Tank Engine toy that he is playing with in the car, Tater has a hot wheels car. These items are left in the van for amusement purposes.
Conversation:
J -> I want to take Thomas home with me.
Tater -> NO! He has to stay in the car.
J -> I'll give him back on Saturday.
Tater -> NO!
J -> It's nice to share.
Tater -> I am sharing. You have it now.
J -> If I can't take it home, I'm going to cry.
Tater -> If you don't give it back, I'm going to cry.
At this point, I missed part of the conversation because I was trying everything I knew not to burst out in laughter.
Oh yaa... I wanted this conversation recorded for future blackmail. If I had just had a tape recorder handy!
Nothing like trying to get yourself breakfast when your oldest son comes to talk to you about getting a shirt on and you turned to look at him.... and he has his pj shirt off, and his pe-nis hanging out. The bottoms are pulled down just enough. Sigh.
As you tell him to go get clothes and get dressed, he runs around the house yelling. Now if I could just get him to go get those clothes. Instead he comes running back telling me he is na-ked. Oh yaa... this is going to be a long morning... is my coffee ready yet????
We have been busy the last couple of days... From Easter Parties to egg hunting to the beach and cleaning house. Insane. At the Easter Party on Thursday, they had a clown / magician / face painter. Tater decided for the first time ever to get his face painted. (Click to enlarge)
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Yaa... we had spiderman with us for a day or two. ;-)
Even Happy dog is worn out!
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From Lion Country Safari to Dr appointments to school to music to the mall to making cupcakes and the list just keeps going. Today is Dr. appt, breakfast with Bou, Easter Party, phone store and... hmmm... I forgot something.
I have some great pictures to post soon. Just not enough time in the day to get it done.
A quick story about Tater. When we were leaving the mall, he asked M to carry him because he was tired. She said ok, and picked him up. It started to sprinkle as we were walking to the car, so Tater put his hands over her head to protect her like an umbrella. And then he wanted to open her door for her. What a good boy he is getting to be!
Before all the sickness got started, Tater had gotten his first Barber haircut. Here are some pictures of that cutie... (and his brother who just kept getting right beside him). As always, click to enlarge the picture.
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Gotta love those 'first' moments.
Tater started with a sinus infection, then got croup and now has a cold. He has been running a fever of over 103 for 3 out of 5 nights. Needless to say, it has been a long week... Tot is following in his footsteps. I was amazed that I had forgotten how kids got croup. I found THIS ARTICLE and took a piece out for you:
How do you get croup?The virus can either be transferred through airborne droplets produced by coughing and sneezing, or passed from one person to another by touch. From the hands, the virus may enter the mucous membrane of the eyes and nose.
Croup is usually caused by the parainfluenza virus, although there are many other possible viral causes. These include the RS virus, influenza virus type A, rhinovirus, adenovirus, and Coxsackie virus.
If a child has had croup before, it tends to recur when they have a cold. After the age of four to five years, these symptoms decrease in severity.
There may be an allergic element connected to the parainfluenza virus.
It has been a long week and it looks like we have a couple of more days for Tater to finish it up and Tot probably has a couple more past that. Now if Mom can just keep from catching the cold. ;-)
Super Pickle Boy has discovered the best way to get attention in the Emergency Room. Cough. A nice Croupy cough. It was amazing how quickly they got us to the back. It might have been that his oxygen to blood level was getting low as well. Luckily we caught it fairly quickly. We only had to stay part of the night. We got to leave at 1:30am when he was able to breathe better and his oxygen level was back up.
He showed his super powers through out it all. Everything the nurse or doctor asked him to do, he did without flinching. He even said please and thank you. I was amazed and proud and just about in tears. What a boy… what a super Pickle boy!
We are home and exhausted. Unlucky for us, Tot got a great night sleep and is full of P&V (Piss and Vinegar). Tot is learning that “inside Voice” is very important today. Ahhhh… and the sister-in-law and hubby arrive today. Yep, it’s going to be entertaining.
Let’s hope everyone can keep their sense of humor. Ok, let’s just hope Mom can keep her sense of humor.
It's 70 degrees outside. But Tater is convinced it is cold. So cold he has to put this warm jacket (that is a little too small) on... and pull up the hood.
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Notice in this next picture how Tater is wearing shorts and NO shoes along with the jacket. Uhhhh ... am I the only one that thinks this is funny?
Mammaw bought the boys a paint set a while back. They still love to use it:
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And who could resist this cute face (as with other pictures, click to enlarge):
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The only problem I have found is that they no longer make refills for it. I'll have to go to a hobby store and see what kind of paint I can use instead. It has to be 'dry' initially and I mix some water in it. Any painters out there? What do you suggest?
Stealing this from Blue Tige...
A is for Active
B is for Boy
C is for Climb
D is for Doorbell (which I will ring until told to stop)
E is for Eat
F is for Food
G is for Grab (which works well until caught)
H is for Hurry
I is for Irresistible
J is for Jump
K is for Kiss (which I love to do to get out of trouble)
L is for Limber
M is for Motherly (which I am around babies)
N is for Naughty
O is for Open (which I try to do to every drawer, door, and cabinet)
P is for Pushy
Q is for Quick
R is for Restless
S is for Sleep (which I avoid at all costs)
T is for Tater (of course)
U is for Understand? (which mom asks me a lot)
V is for Vision (and mine is fantastic)
W is for Water
X is for Fox (because that is Swiper)
Y is for Yell
Z is for Zipper (I love to unzip mom's purse)
Sports Illustrated (SI) has a Swimsuit issue. It made it to our house. My husband gets a SI subscription for his birthday present from his mom. I think it is the best gift until recently. Then it made me laugh so hard, I'm not sure I can handle another incident like this one....
I was separating the mail and picked up the SI Swimsuit issue. Tater saw the front of it and asked who she was. I didn't know, but said it was a woman wearing a bathing suit. With the biggest, most innocent eyes and the softest voice... he asked "may I look at daddy's magazine?"
I handed it to him and walked out of the room before I exploded in laughter. That boy has definitely got the y chromosome in him.
Amazing what you can find out when someone else takes your boy to the bathroom. Check out THIS POST that Bou has on Tater and his trip to the bathroom with her. Very Funny.
On the way to have Breakfast with Bou, Tater hollars from the back of the car "I have to Poop!". Lovely. (Notice the sarcasm in my voice). Tot is still a "momma's boy" and won't stay with Bou. Luckily Bou has 3 boys of her own and would know what to do. In fact, after we got there I asked if she would mind taking him and she said no.
She went with Tater straight to the bathroom and we went to the table. I got 2 coffees and 2 milks and waited. And waited. And waited. I was starting to get worried. Did he go in his pants and she was 'cleaning them'? Did they get lost? Strange thoughts go through your mind at times like this. Like the fact I have had only 12 hours sleep in 5 days. I really wish I had not calculated it out nor the calculation that if the average person gets 8 hours a night, then in 5 nights they would have gotten 40 hours. Which meant I got a quarter of the amount of sleep of an average person.
Back to the story... I'm easily sidetracked... Finally they arrived. We ordered, got our toast early, worked on coloring and talked. Eventually I had to ask... what happened in the bathroom. She said he sat down and they waited. She asked him if everything was ok, and he said “Sometimes we just have to wait for the poopâ€. Yaa, we both laughed.
And then she said he must have emptied his colon. The pot was full. I laughed. I swear that kid poops his weight some days.
It got better. After a very nice breakfast, we got the kids together and started to leave. While standing at the car, Bou mentioned she needed to leave and go to work. Tater responded with "only Boys go to work". I thought we both we would fall over. What???? Then again, every Mon-Fri when Dad leaves... it's "give Dad a kiss before he goes to work". Bou asked what Girls do. Brave woman. "Girls work at home". OMG! She was very sweet to Tater, kissed his forehead and told him that the work girls do at home is MUCH harder than the work away from home.
Yep... that's my boy. Now what? ;-)
Tink bought Tater an autograph book. It was amazing how quickly he caught on to how that worked.
King Louie ate Tater's autograph book!!! Of course he had to cough it up again and give it back. King Louie isn't able to sign the books... so he plays around with them. I wish I had been on the other side so you could have seen Tater's face! (click to enlarge pictures)
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and after the autograph from Pluto, Tater hugged him:
While at Mamaw's house, some cute pictures were taken by Tink... here is a couple (click to enlarge):
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And from Tot... the only way to swing:
What is it? A dinosaur or a dragon? It depends on what goes on in Tater's mind. First it was dragons. The next time it was a pair of dinosaurs. Either way... cute picture:
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And here is something he colored. He wouldn't tell me what this was:
Monday, Tater brought home a placemat they made at school. It was a picture of him as an angel. Absolutely adorable but oh so not true. I love my son just the way he is... a sometimes good, sometimes bad little boy. Click picture to enlarge it.
I took out the camera to get a picture or two of the kids and Tater decided he wanted HIS picture taken. Here are a series of pictures of my newest Camera Hound:
And if those smiles weren't cute enough... how about some posing for the camera?
Did I get a smile from you yet? It's moments like this that remind me how much I love the little monster.
UPDATE: CalTechGirl gave me the answer!!!! Coatimundi... Yipeeee!!
UPDATE #2: The short version used for this animal is Coati... So close and yet so far.
...what the animal is that is chasing the hurt Mama Macaw in Go Diego Go? It is driving me nuts. It started with Tater telling me a Karate was chasing him. Huh? I finally saw the show ONCE. It sounded more like Ka-wa-dee to me. And it looked similar to a Lemar. But I can't find any such animal. What is that animal???? What is it's real name? Someone HELP!!!!
Of course, the show has not replayed since I have started watching for it. Any help in figuring out what that animal really is, would be GREATLY appreciated.
It finally happened. It has entered into our household. That Horrible Little Word.
Or even worse... the phrase:
Every day for 3 days everything is asked with the question of why. Why do we have to leave? Why do you stop at the red light? Why do I have to eat this? Why are you heating up the water? Why does that cook the rice? Why? Why? Why?
I can usually make it through about three "whys" before I say the standard "Because I say so". Or "I don't know".
Any idea on how long this lasts? How long before I totally lose my mind?
Thought you had read the last of these? Well, you just might have! Super Pickle Boy has turned to the 'dark side'. He is Doctor Goo and he squirts goo on me and when Dad isn't around he also has the power to shrink me. I'm a 'good guy' and have the power to change the weather. Occassionally I have the special hammer that can make anything.
When we are playing, he 'goos' me and then he runs off. I'm suppose to catch him. My favorite is when I do catch him by creating the couch (or whatever he is sitting on) into a jail with my hammer. I'm suddenly a "mean mommy."
I thought my playing this kind of good guy/bad guy with my child was not the best until I read THIS POST by Contagion. Be careful if you are drinking, you may spew it on your monitor.
Tater with all his artwork for Thanksgiving. A little late in getting it out, but thought you would enjoy it. The headgear, the necklace (which is hidden by the decorated cross), the placematt, the picture of a turkey. He had so much fun telling me about all of the stuff. They had a real Indian come to class and tell them stories. There was one story where people came over in boats and ate food. GRIN. I think that was my favorite story.
Oh yaa... that X looking thing on the floor? It's part of the windmill to the GeoTrax Workin Town Train set.
Ahhhh. Monday. Another day closer to Christmas.
Seems that there is a lot of Pirate stuff going on lately. The Little Einsteins have a pirate show, the Backyardigans have a pirate show and we recently went to a birthday party at Play Mobile and they have a pirate theme. In fact the birthday bag had gold and silver coins, a little sword and a pirate hand hook.
Not surprising that we decided to play Pirates yesterday and 'find the treasure'. It was a blast. Tater even took a turn 'hiding' the treasure. It was great. He put one coin on the couch arm, one on the dining room chair, one on his bed and so on. We had to run (ok, walk) around the house (with his assistance of course) and find the treasure. I loved it. Amazing how much fun it is to play with kids. Particularly when you know your chores are done.
I can't wait until Wednesday when we make the Gingerbread house. Yipeee!
The advantage of having Tater in Preschool, is not only socialization skills, but the cute stuff they make. This was a project that was brought home to do. We had a blast. Right now Tater is big into letters. Ever since he was able to make the A himself, everything has to have an A on it. Along with a P and a D. Luckily, I only had to help with an A this time. He did the rest. (ok ok, I also wrote the stuff on the back of it - had you going for a minute huh? No? Geeze, can't say I don't try.)
This is what they made in class. This was a round robin of asking the kids what they were thankful for. Tater graciously said Grapes. I think my kids have food on the brain... either that or they had just put the grapes on the paper. GRIN
At preschool, Ms. P gives each child a 'chore' for the week. This week it is Tater's turn to be line leader. He was extremely upset because he didn't get to be line leader on Monday due to a doctor's appointment. And Wednesday was a big day. He got 2 chances to lead. Once to chapel and once to recess.
Needless to say, he tried to take advantage of being line leader. He tried to get everyone to run from the chapel back to class. Luckily Ms. P is quick and stopped him. She made him go to the back of the line and he was not allowed to be line leader all the way back. What an upset child she had. Hearing her tell me this made me smile.
It gets better. She allowed him to be line leader to recess. She said he walked VERY slowly and held his arms out to the sides so no one could pass him. I don't know what was funnier, picturing him doing this or watching her imitate him.
Gotta love those kids!
Since M, Hubby's Niece, came to town... we pulled out some old pictures from the last time she was here. Tater was 8 months old. Hard to believe what he looks like now!
I love getting stuff from my boys ... particularly stuff they made for me. Tater did this great Scarecrow at school and brought it home. I love it.
I took a picture of the school pictures. I want to buy one, just for fun. But which one? (Side Note: My flash is what that white stuff is on the picture, I'm just too lazy to retake them) Which silly forced grin picture do I take? What's your opinion?
Number 1:
or Number 2:
My dear husband let Tater have the camera while waiting for the boat at Disney. He took 9 pictures. Certainly from a different point of view. I put them in the extended entry. If you want to see life from a 3 year old's set of pictures, click on More Pawprints.
Here is what Tater made in school:
I love the arm/hand print to make the tree. And then the change of the seasons. What a cool way to help them learn it.
Most stories will be about his heroic physical efforts, but this time he stumped me with his mental agility. It was a statement and then a question. It started when I was fixing Super Pickle Boy his breakfast of oatmeal and a glass of milk. He was sitting on the couch watching cartoons. After I got it ready and on the table, I went to sit beside him. At 6am in the morning, I get the statement from Super Pickle Boy of “I can’t get my pe-nis to go down”, “Why won’t my pe-nis go down?” I was dumbfounded. My mouth dropped open. I had no clue what to say. Mom was stumped. I answered it with a question: “Do you have to Pee?” Right? Isn’t that what you would say? I still don’t know how to answer him.
And luckily, the cartoon and the oatmeal were distracting enough that he didn’t ask again – yet!
Psst... this is my entry for the Karnival of Kidz...
Ever wondered what a 3 year old would take a picture of if he had a camera? I did NOT crop this picture in any way.
When Mamaw was here, we were working on keeping the rooms clean. One of the items I was teaching Tater was to pick up his books and put them on his desk. This was mainly because he had started putting them on the floor. In the room he would go, off the desk the books would go. One day I laid down the law. Before he left the room, the books would all have to be on the desk. If I saw books on the floor he would get a time out.
Fast forward a couple of mornings. Mamaw walks by and sees a couple of books on the floor in Tater’s room. She quietly goes and gets Tater and tells him that he needs to pick up the books or he’ll get a time out. He goes in and picks up the books. He then proceeds to go out to the living room, up do his dad and in a loud voice say “Dad, if you leave books on the floor you get a time out. No books on the floor”.
Seems that Dad left the books on the floor after reading them to Tater the night before. Guess that means next time Dad was going to have get a time out if he didn't pick up those books.
Gotta love how kids announce to the world what is on their mind.
What a morning. Nothing like starting it off by having your 3 year old tell you where p00p comes from. While sitting at the table, Tater explains how you eat Oatmeal, it goes through your body and comes out as p00p. And you are not to eat p00p, that is nasty.
Not exactly what I need to talk about at 6:30am, but since he seems to have it on his mind... I tell him he is correct. You do NOT eat p00p. This seems to have come up a couple of times in conversation lately. I guess he got it from school (or I hope it was... I have learned that he hears one thing while we are saying something else). Tater seems to thinks it funny to say he will p00p in your mouth. Mom and Dad did NOT find that funny.
Last week Mom explained where p00p came from and how it came out your butt. How it was NEVER to go into the mouth. Not even in fun. And saying he will p00p in your mouth is not funny. Guess after a week, he wanted to talk about it again. But why at breakfast???? Yuck!
So what do you discuss at breakfast with other people?
Imagine it's the first week of school, with new classmates, a new teacher and a new chance to be Super Pickle Boy. Just last week you were doing belly flops into the pool and it felt just like you were flying. It's recess, time to show everyone you are Super Pickle Boy. Get to the top of the slide and JUMP! Belly flop right to the ground.
Of course, Mom walks up just as they are leaving the playground. Seems as Tater's class was delayed leaving because the manager had to be called to come check out Tater. The teacher, Miss P, was talking non-stop to me when she saw me. Saying things like, "He looks like he is ok", "There doesn't seem to be any blood", "I check under his shirt to make sure his belly was ok", and more. Eventually, I heard the story of why this was happening. I had to laugh. Somehow I don't think that was quite the reaction she expected. But then again, she hasn't seen him fall 4 feet off the fort backwards and get up to try what he was doing again.
More adventures coming soon...
Oh what is it about Grandmothers that make children act up? Here is Tater having a story read to him... what do you think?
My son actually chose a bowl of Cheerios over Oatmeal one morning. And it was the same morning I took pictures of Tot in his shoes.
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What a cutie! It is a nice way to start the morning, no matter what he eats.
I had to look up the word "christen" and make sure it applied!
My son was christening our house but didn't come up with a name... well, other than "Our New House". Posting will be light over the next couple of weeks. I will try to keep the smiles about what is happening. I'm sure there will be a few as I pull my hair out trying to get everything done.
I call Bou! Ok, my rhyming stinks... but so does Tater's poop. And when he is pulling the 'stall' tactic, I just pick up the phone and call Bou. I'm serious, that woman is a laxative for my son. Even if she calls here versus me calling her... he goes.
I remember in my first marriage, whenever my ex and I were fooling around, she would call. It didn't matter when; day, night, lunch... if we tried to fool around, she called. Happily, it doesn't happen with this marriage. GRIN.
Instead it is my son and his potty time. If he is trying to poop, Bou calls. Day, night. Her timing is remarkable. As well as her ability to make Tater actually go! He has sat in there for 8 minutes and never went... she calls and you hear the scream "I went Poo poo! Come see!"
Thank you Bou. Hmmmm. If I could get you to call a little earlier in the day and once at night before bedtime... GRIN.
will Tater change his underwear during the course of a day? It has started. Yesterday after going to the bathroom, I noticed he wasn’t back. I went looking for him. He had just finished putting on some new underwear and sticking the old underwear BACK in the drawer.
I took the old one out and asked him why he was changing them. He said because they were dirty. I felt them. Not wet. I looked at them. Nope, not a speck of dirt. But he put on his own underwear and I was proud of him. I did have to run out and warn the in-laws and Daddy not to say anything about them being inside out. He did it himself was the important part.
Now the questions from me are… how many times will this occur a day? And how will I convince him NOT to put back the stuff he was wearing? Its bad enough I do so much laundry during the day, but to have to add even more. Along with getting the stuff out of the drawer to wash, just in case. UGH. Help me out. I will survive the changing of the underwear, but how do I teach him NOT to put the old ones back in? I have no clue where that came from. We have a hamper. He knows how to use it.
I get to blow out the candles???
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What do you mean Cake isn't finger food?
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Tater shares his new toys with Tot.
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This box is suppose to help me see the Wiggles better isn't it? (Who recognizes which Wiggles this is that is playing?)
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Is this Christmas or my birthday????
Farmer in the Piggy
For those of you who have not had the privilege of meeting my children in person, when they sing there is no 'inside' voice. Lately, Tater has been singing different words to Farmer in the Dell. Most of the time he makes them up himself and you can't help but laugh. Like the title to this post. He sung that one ad nauseum. (ie about 20 times in a row). Just that part.
Also, his Dad has yet to realize that something said 6 months ago will be repeated. We were lucky that he decided to sing this one at home. Considering how loud it was sung.
The Daddy takes the Nurse, the Daddy takes the Nurse. Hi Ho the dario the Daddy takes the Nurse.
And finally he finished up with:
The Farmer in the Cow, The Farmer in the Cow.
I am in so much trouble when they are both talking and singing. I can't imagine what it is going to sound like. I hope they get my husband's singing voice and not mind. My mother has even asked me to stop singing. GRIN.
This will be my entry into the Karnival of Kidz. You didn't forget the Karnival did you? Get your entry out there today!
Yes, Tater is growing up. He needed a new bed. In fact, when we decided to buy a new one, he ended up with a nicer bed than Mom and Dad. Good thing he needed a new bed when they went on sale. GRIN.
Here are some pictures. I couldn't resist adding one of his stuff toys to the top of the headboard. Notice the Pegasus? That use to be mine. It is in his room now. It flew to the top of the headboard when I was in there. Blackmail when he gets older came to mind. {snicker}.
Here are the pictures in the order I took them. Notice how Tot just had to get in front of Tater?
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We already have Ghosts!
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Always fun to play on a new bed.
