It's driving me nuts. Tot still has some of his chocolate bunny left!!!
He did the wreath at the public library..
While waiting for Bou to show up for breakfast (we were there 30 minutes early), Tot had some fun with the statues in the mall. I only had my cell phone to take the pictures:
I loved his interpretation of the statues!
Seems I am creating monsters. Tater loves electronics, but Tot is crazy about it. Particularly since dad introduced the Max Axiom - Super Scientist Books. Tot loves them. Of course, having an engineer/geeky mom helps as well. Who else would play Snap Circuits with their kids?
And when we are tired with that... (actually mom gets tired of it first...) we are off to blocks and making mazes for the cars. I turned my back and Tot created a tower of sorts. Thought it was pretty cool!
Busy week and hopefully nothing for blog fodder... cgi's, deep teeth cleanings and the like should go well and not be talked about. GRIN. Writing the posts early and having them ready at least through Wednesday. And yes, I noticed I couldn't post comments... not even to my own blog... I'm working on it and pestering people. More later. Not like I have enough to do!
The boys got a hair cut last Friday. Tot walked up to me afterwards with a swagger, put his hands on his hips and looked up at me and said: "I'm Handsome Ba-Damsome". Isn't he a cutie?
Notice the star wars comforter and pillow... the spider man pillow... yep... super heroes on the pj shirt!!! But doesn't this just make you smile?
First thing I noticed was his butt wasn't up in the air! We are making progress. ;-)
While on the walk with Tot, we ran into a horse that played peek-a-boo with us. It was fun...
Tot and I went for a walk the other day..... the dirt road was perfect for making tracks:
And if the feet work, the hands will work just as well...
This won't last too much longer:
He loves watching it flush:
Mom learned a lesson... notice the toilet paper on the back of the toilet? They had buy one get one half off of toilet paper. I missed that it was a 'Mega Roll'. Yaa... doesn't fit on the toilet paper holder until you have used over half of it. Also, you don't leave it sitting there while your youngest cleans the toilet. It didn't fall in, because I moved it away from there when I saw it in motion. Tot was very enthusiastic about cleaning... and things got bumped. Phew.
Seems after seeing the Pulmonologist yesterday morning.... we have discovered the fever Tot has been running since Monday is a sinus infection. The good news... his lungs are clear. The bad news... no sleep for 4 nights makes for a grumpy mom and son. Hopefully the antibiotics will kick in by tonight and all will be happy again in the bug household.
Ahhh... but Mamaw has been busy with Tot. Here they are finishing up a cake mix:
And last night they made dumplings together... that was too funny. Those were the toughest dumplings I have ever tried. We threw them out and added rice to that chicken. Today we decorate the cakes... and tomorrow hubby leaves for a couple of days. yaa... life is never boring in the bug household.
There are times when you wish you had not taught your son to read a digital clock. Like at 3am in the morning. Tot has been 'sick' for over a week now. I had planned on calling the doctor and taking him back in this morning. And at 1 something am last night he called me to his room. He was running a 103F temperature. Ugh. I gave him motrin, turned on his fan, took off his pajama bottoms and waited 45 minutes. It was 104F. #$%^*#&... off to bath with a screaming child. No mom No Mom, I WANT TO SLEEP. Nope, no sleep for you... at least not yet.
We got the temp down. Along with a dose of Tylenol to help. And at 3:17am, he started reading the clock to me. Ugh. Go to sleep. Nope, wasn't going to happen yet. He read it every minute until 3:22am. When we finally started talking about Star Wars and Mario brothers. Finally at 4:30am the bugger went to sleep. I crawled back into my bed after making sure his temp was down (100F). And the @#$ alarm went off at 5:30am. Oh bother. Yep, got up, showered and started breakfast for Tater. It has been a long stressful 2 weeks and now school has started...
Won't be commenting much in the next couple of days. Reading? Yep... I need the outside stimulation. Commenting... takes too much time. Luckily I have some posts ready for the next couple of days. I'm here... sorta...
It is January 2008 and my grass is a wonderful green color. Sigh. Glad we made it to P'cola for Christmas... at least my boys got to experience a cold Christmas. Particularly since it has been so warm here.
Here are some cute pictures taken with the camera before and at the Christmas program... Here is Tot, all grown up!
Tater didn't want to tuck in his shirt.
Tater asked to take a picture or two. He did a decent job. We have a Robin ornament that Tot likes to imitate:
and Tot:
And it was pleasant having the in-laws along to see it first hand. More in the future.
While I find the conversation I had with Tot very funny, I'm not sure how many others will understand the humor of it. Still... for your enjoyment...
Tot had a birthday party to go to on Saturday evening. It was at the bowling alley and I was sure he would love it. As we were leaving, he wanted Dad to drive him. Uhhh. No. I took Tater to a birthday party last weekend and Tot got Dad. This time it was Tater's turn to stay home with Dad. Though, if Dad had realized they were going to run an open bar for the adults, he may have volunteered to go!
While in the car and getting ready to leave the conversation went something like this:
Tot: I want Daddy
Mom: It is Daddy's turn to be with Tater.
Tot: **SCREAM** Go Back, I want Daddy to drive me.
Mom: Do that again, we will go back and you will NOT go to the party.
Tot: hmphf... I love Daddy.
Mom: That's good.
Tot: I don't love you Mom.
Mom: **trying not to laugh out loud** Ok.
Tot: Can Daddy drive me?
Mom: We just had this conversation. If I turn this car around, there will be no party.
Tot: Hmphf... I love Daddy.
Mom: **quiet snicker**
Turns out he was pretty quiet after that and had a great time at the party. I must say that it was hilarious to have this conversation with Tot. Even funnier because last night Tot looked at me and said "Mom... I do love you." Yep. Kids keep me smiling.
When driving during the day, I asked Tot about some decorations we saw in a lawn. I asked him which one he liked in the lawn... he said the elephant. Huh?
Mom: You mean the angel blowing the horn?
Tot: No Mom, it's an elephant.
Mom: How do you know it's an elephant?
Tot: You can see the trunk.
Yep. Nothing like seeing things through your child's eyes.
No computer is safe anymore. Tot has discovered email. Here he is sending an email to Mamaw. He has discovered how to make the text huge and different colors. Yaa... the notes can be quite entertaining...
Been a little busy... more later.
We have the Hallmark Borg ornament that says "We are the Borg. Enjoy your holidays. Resistance is futile." The number of times I have heard that is too many times. Tot loves that ornament...
Mom is considering disconnecting it and telling Tot it is broke. No, I won't do it... well... at least not right now. If he keeps this up for the next week. I might just change my mind.
Tot started talking about cowboys. So... I brought out my cowboy hat and boots. Yep, I use to wear that sorta stuff. In fact I use to show horses. Scary thought huh? But I don't think I ever looked this cute in them (click to enlarge):
Tater wasn't feeling good... but Tot wanted to fight with lightsabers. They have a 'training camp for upcoming Jedi (or Padwan's)'. Tot said he would do it. I cannot show in pictures how much fun it really was to watch. With his back to me, he really looked like a Padwan in that brown cape.
The 'Master' Jedi is teaching the kids the same moves... Hit the left shoulder, the right shoulder, the left knee, DUCK, the left knee, the head. Here are the practice moves for 'Duck' and the head:
And then Darth Vader appears!!!
Loved this picture:
Each kid gets to fight Darth Vader... and a couple of kids went before Tot. Disney did a great job with sound effects. They have someone pressing some buttons to make the lightsabers sound good. When the kids hit Vader's saber it makes that 'crsshhhhhh' sound. I did NOT have a camcorder. Which sucks. Because when the kids before Tot fought Vader, they barely hit his lightsaber and the 'Jedi Master' and Vader kept helping them... then it was Tot's turn. He swung that lightsaber to make major contact...
Click to enlarge and look at those feet. He was trying his best to really whack Vader. And the crowd went wild. They clapped louder than they did for the other kids... we could hear them cheering Tot on to do it again. It was frick'n hilarious. And once he got that sleeve out of the way, notice the two handed, start way back swing...
I love that they added this to the MGM park. I am also glad that Tot was willing to get up there and try it out. I was very happy he didn't balk when he had to give it all back. Phew. He still talks about fighting Vader. It was great.
The years keep going by and you keep getting older. You kept your belly laugh that makes me smile from ear to ear when I hear it. You know so much more than you did just last year. About 75 site words, some addition, and how to drive mom even crazier.
I remember last year how you didn't want to leave me when you went to preschool... and this year you walked in, started to play, and didn't even look at me. I had to go over to you to get a kiss goodbye. You didn't even blink an eye.
You have a temper but are looking at how to make good choices now. I love how you think things out and always seem to think outside the box. You keep me on my toes and you keep Tater hopping.
Yet, you had no problems letting him be right beside you when it came time to light the candles on the cake...
And I must put the candles closer to you next time. Good thing your asthma has cleared up! GRIN...
I love you Tot. Happiest of Birthdays!
Tot and I had a 'discussion' today. On the lines of:
Mom: Tot stop crying over the lid not going down.
Tot: Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Mom: Tot stop it or I'll send you straight to your room when you get home
Tot: Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Mom: One
Mom: Two
Tot: Fine, I'm going to drink my water
Mom: **blink** ok.
**brief moment of silence**
Tot: Mom, it won't go up my nose.
Mom: Huh?
Tot: I can't drink my water through my nose. I want to drink it through my nose.
Mom: **glances in rearview mirror and sees water bottle up to Tot's nose and him trying to pour water in nose** uhhhhhhhhh **Bou Blink**
Mom: Tot, is it going down your throat through your nose?
Tot: Nope
Mom: Chances are your nose is not made for drinking water.
Tot: oh.
**glances in rearview mirror over the next 10 minutes just to look at Tot**
**blinks in disbelief as he continues to figure out a way to drink water through his nose**
Mental Note: Never ever let children drink some of my drink. Never.
Tot loves to pose for pictures. He was 'taking' off his shirt when it ended up on his back. I asked him to pose for me as a muscle man and here is what I got (click to enlarge - it is worth it to see his face):
This is why this boy stays alive. He can drive me to insanity quickly but just as quickly look cute and make me smile. He is definitely a handful.
Life is always entertaining at my house. Tot was scanning through the TV guide that is on the TV. Yes, he does know how to use the tv flicker. He saw a listing for Larry Bird. And I hear him hollaring to me...
Tot: Mom, Mom... I want to watch Word Bird
Mom: Word Bird? On TV?
Tot: Yaa Mom, right here. How to I watch Word Bird?
Mom: **blinks** I don't see Word Bird on the listing.
Tot: Mommmmmm...
Mom: Oh... That is Larry Bird. See the L. LLLLL Larry not Word.
Tot: oh.
Sigh... I thought when they learned to walk life was hard... having them learn to read just a little is going to be even more entertaining and harder. I wonder what Larry would think if he found out that he wasn't worth watching since he wasn't Word Bird.
When it is too hot to picnic outdoors... might as well eat indoors. Of course, we cannot let our new book get to far away. Thanks Bou... just a touch of sarcasm. That book doesn't have many words in it, and can be very very very boring after the 30th time you have had to go over it again. Ahhhh... but Tot just loves it.
It's Friday. Phew....
Tot is finally getting the right idea...
He is even getting decent at 'floating like a boat'...
More on life later...
How could I resist such a cutie?? But my mind is blank... any suggestions on what story I should make up for this one? I was thinking something that could be used in the future when his date comes over. GRIN
I couldn't believe my ears... Tot was in the bathroom poop'in and he was hollaring for his dad. The conversation went something like this...
Tot: Dad, Dad, Dad
Dad: Just a minute
Tot: Dad, come smell my poop
Dad: What? No, it's stinks.
Tot: **Laughter**
Dad: **Laughter**
Unbelievable. I just hope they don't ask me to smell their hand anytime soon as Roses pointed out in the comments. Yikes!
Click to enlarge.
He was getting undressed and decided to wear his shirt as a 'hat'. I laughed so hard with him. He was laughing and prancing around. Thank goodness he is cute in my eyes... can you imagine the Blackmail material for this when he gets older? The things I could say to his girlfriends... ;-)
Tot has discovered a mark on his belly. I call it a 'reverse' birth mark. You can only see it when he has a tan. It is very visible when looking at him... but I could not get a good picture... here it goes anyways...
The other pictures have him pointing at it, but the flash made it 'disappear'. Not really sure what it is, but I have seen it on him since birth. Most people only notice it once he has a tan. Yep, strange mom, strange kids. GRIN
Seems there are some things you should not use to help teach your son how to put on underwear. Like explaining there is a pe-nis hole in the front. No matter how many times I explain that it is to be used when you are pee'ing... he still has to show me that he got it on the right way by sticking it out the hole. Please, someone explain to me how to get him to stop that!!!!
There is nothing like having small children to keep you humble. Tater decided he had to go the bathroom while we were in Michaels. Which was fine until I discovered he had to poop. Ugh. Trying to keep Tot entertained in a strange bathroom while not allowing him to touch anything is always a treat... add a 5 to 15 minute wait due to pooping... not fun.
This time... it was humbling. There were only two stalls in the bathroom. Tater had one and some lady on a cell phone had the other (the handicapped stall). I am usually surprised by people who talk on the phone while in a bathroom, but this time I was happy she was talking. Particularly when a conversation something like this started with Tot using his 'outside voice':
Tot: Mom, is she pee'ing?
Mom: I don't know. Try hopping 3 tiles.
Tot: Mom, is she pooping?
Mom: Tot, this is really not something we need to discuss. How about hopping some tiles?
Tot: Mom, she must be pee'ing, I can't hear her pooping.
Mom: **blink**
I put out this picture a few days ago... and laughed so hard at the captions...
Man, Mom and Dad are wearing me out!!!!!! (from Uncle Bobby)
Walk like an Egyptian! (from Marie)
TKO? (from the Gray Monk)
what did you do knock him out with that big horseshoe? (from Sticks)
Thanks for the help! They all made me laugh...
Here is the little bugger sleeping on the floor. He is driving me nuts. I was trying to come up with a good caption, but can't think of one. Any ideas?
After 4 vials of blood, it seems that Tot is not allergic to dog dander, cat dander and a whole host of other pollens and the like. He still has asthma. Since I wanted to be more aware of what could set off an attack... I have seen it happen when he is sick. When I got carried away with the Febreeze and once when he was running around like crazy for hours. Now I have found a couple of places that make me see that I am not insane and those things really could have sparked an attack...
From Asthma and Children I found:
What are asthma triggers?Asthma triggers are factors that start asthma symptoms or an asthma attack by irritating the airways or worsening the inflammation in the airways. These triggers can provoke attacks in individuals who already have a tendency to asthma, but they are not necessarily part of the cause of that tendency. The following triggers can cause asthma symptoms or start an asthma attack:
* infections, usually those caused by a virus (e.g. colds or flu)
* allergens, most commonly from house dust mites, pets or pollen
* play and exercise, especially in cold weather
* emotions, such as excitement, fear or anger
* irritants, such as air pollution
* smoking – the parents of asthmatic children should avoid smoking
* changes in the weather (e.g. a cold spell)
* food allergens, such as peanuts (sensitised or allergic children can have a very severe allergic reaction); more rarely, food additives such as tartrazine (an artificial food colouring) may also act as triggers.
* certain medications – some children may be allergic to some drugs (e.g. aspirin).
I liked the one about "emotions, such as excitement, fear or anger"... my son that has the temper tantrums.
From the University of Maryland I found more on what are the triggers that can cause an asthma attack. Nice table layout that I can't get to work in this post. Go check it out at the link above.
Seems I am going to have an interesting couple of years. i know that colds can bring it on... and that if I use a lot of Febreeze, it will happen. Only once has it happened from too much exercise. It won't happen again.
Always entertaining at my household.
Tot needs to have 3 photos sent in with his Preschool registration. I asked him to come stand in front of the wall and let me take some pictures. This is what I got:
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Entertaining but only one got selected and printed three times. Sigh... And it was NOT number 3.
Some days I just don't get it... I walked into the bathroom to make sure Tot was ok... he went in to go pee and I heard the toilet flush but nothing else. No washing of the hands, no noise, nothing. And wished I had not walked in... because I shouted... "Get your head out of that toilet".
Yaaa. Looked like he was barfing in the toilet but after I yelled at him, he just looked up at me and smiled.
We bought the boys a book on Disney Villains. They had little 'accessories' for each villain. Guess which villian wears these:
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Tater loved wearing them as well... but wouldn't stand still long enough to get a picture.
Someone outside this family is going to have to teach my kids fashion. I can't color coordinate and my hubby is never home when they are getting dressed. What ever happen to GrrAnimals??? Maybe I'll just have Mammaw back down here to sew tags into the kids clothes so they can figure out what matches with what they have. ;-)
While Tater is a cutie and tries to give the most hugs and kisses, Tot is the one that always tries to be funny. And this story is about butt wiping. For those without children, be aware that one of the things that happens is teaching your child how to wipe his butt. It's not so bad when they are infants and you are changing diapers... you can do this in an open space. Then they start pooping in the toilet. Green and blue fog appears and you want to gag when you open the door. There is no escape. Especially when you hear: Mom, Mom, come help me.
A couple of options are available. Just tell them to keep trying and put their underwear back on. Not the best option as they will smell like that green and blue fog every time they are near you.
Or you can try your best to hold your breath and fight your way in to assist in the butt wiping.
Right now, Tater can pretty much do it himself and get it clean. No assistance needed from mom. Phew.
Tot on the other hand. A whole different story. One you will get to hear right now. After the "Mom, Mom, come here"... I headed to the bathroom. I take a breath and open the door. Not so bad.
Tot points to the toilet "I flushed it".
Mom: **Silently yells Yipeee!!! **
Mom: Did you wipe your butt?
Tot: Nope
Mom: Ok, you need to try. Get a Kandoo and wipe it.
Tot: Ok... gets a Kandoo wipe, wipes his butt.
Mom: You need to try again please.
Tot: Ok... gets a wipe, sticks it between his butt cheeks, holds it with his butt cheeks and does a little dance shaking his butt with kandoo wipe sticking out.
Mom: ** loses it and laughs out loud **
Mom: Tot, you need to wipe with it not dance with it stuck in your butt
Tot: **sweet laughter** Ok... continues shaking butt and now laughing
Mom: Really, you need to wipe your butt and flush it down the toilet.
Tot: Ok... wipes his butt, and gets another wipe,again, sticks it between the cheeks, turns butt towards mom and shakes his butt
Mom: **Trying really hard not to laugh** Tot, you must wipe all the poop off your butt please.
Finally, Tot wipes his butt and the wipe looks clean. I'm done. I have to get out of there before he finds something else to do.
yaa... life is always entertaining at our house.
It was amazing how tired Tot was yesterday and how he just couldn't shut up. Some strange conversations occurred. The one that had me laughing was when he told me... (note: lights are off, but there is just enough sunlight still outside to make it a little visible in the room)
Tot: Mom, Look at this
Mom: **blink** Where?
Tot: Down here! At my pe.nis hole
Mom: Huh? ** oh... in the underwear **
Tot: Look, I found the pe.nis hole
Mom: Yes dear, but it is time to go to sleep
Tot: My pe.nis is down there
Mom: Yes, but the hole is too small for you to pull it out, now it is time to go to sleep
Tot: Do you pee through it?
Mom: Yes, instead of pulling your underwear down. We'll talk about it in the morning
Tot: Mom!!!! I lost my pe.nis hole!
Mom: It's ok. Just go to sleep.
Tot: It's gone! It's Gone!!
Mom: We'll find it in the morning.
Tot: Ohhhh... I found it again.
Mom: **blink**
And finally the little bugger settled down, I left and he went to sleep. I went initially to read books and say prayers. I stayed because he was kicking the wall and keeping his brother awake. He settled down after that conversation. Phew.
Life is interesting this week and last week. It is the 'end of the year' for Preschool and most any other activity. And for this family, the only other activity is gymnastics.
Tot had a show. It was very cute. Here are some pictures from the show. First, the warm up before it begins:
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That same move from a different angle:
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After all the kids performed, they had a wonderful USA medley thingie... the kids were all sitting in the back to start:
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Thankfully they gave them flags to wave to the music.
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They also gave each child a trophy. It was a great experience.
Tot was walking around with this camera this last week. Here are a few pictures ... shows his point of view:
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Took me a couple of seconds to realize this was a reflection in his mirror. That is his face to the left and me to the right. I'm installing tiebacks for his curtains.
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One night he asked me to use his camera to take his picture. He had my scrunchy in his hair...
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Mammaw got the opportunity to see Tot at his gymnastics class. The pictures did not turn out that well... but it is to help us remember what he did. How he has grown up and is out of the Tumble with Mom and in the Tumble Tots... no parents allowed. He is very good at all the activities. I'm very proud of him.
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Seems that Tot has decided that staying home with Mammaw is the best thing in the world. He much rather play with her than go in the car with Tater and I. I took Tater to preschool and the doctors without Tot in tow.
He has Mammaw wrapped around his finger. She played CandyLand with him while I was running Tater all over and she let him cheat!!! My MOM???? There are advantages to being a Grandmother. At least Tot and Tater cheat differently. Tater bends the cards so he knows which ones are the good ones. Mammaw tells me that Tot just takes them out of your hand and says "I got the Peanut One" and moves his piece.
Can't wait to see how things go today.
Why bother buying toys for kids? Just buy something for yourself and give the box to the children.
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After I put the camera away, he actually turned himself around in the box and you could see two blue eyes peering out at you.
Fun was had by all.
Each boy got a camera. Phew. And here is a sample of Tot's picture taking:
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I wonder why my boys like taking pictures of feet?
I had to laugh when I saw AWTM's dilemma of shopping for undergarments with children. It brought to mind last Friday when I had to go bra shopping and Tot was dragged along with me. We ended up in Victorian Torture... oh wait... Victoria's Secrets.
They have a very limited selection in my size, so I didn't think it would take long. But it took just long enough for Tot to grab my T-shirt and head out of the dressing room door. No salesman in site. I had to see if I could reach him without the door closing. What seemed to me to be a thousand minutes only lasted a minute or two. And I think only one or two customers got an eyeful of me in shorts and a bra. Luckily I got Tot back in before the door closed... silly things lock automatically. I could see me having to walk around the store trying to find one of those annoying salesman to open it. Sigh.
Here is the latest Chippendale in training... or he is trying to see how dizzy he can get... either way, I could not resist taking pictures and even laughed harder once I saw them!
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What a cutie. He is going to shoot me when he gets older for this one. ;-)
There are days when my boys just make me want to snuggle up next to them. One is when they end up on the couch like this:
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And this is why Tot has so many problems when he gets a runny nose!!!!
What a weekend. Later I will go into the details of the insanity of our lives, but tonight, I leave you with a 'boy' thing. I walked into the bathroom to get Tot out of the tub. Dad was in watching Tot while I played with Tater. And now it was Tater's turn. Dad looks at me and grins that silly grin... oh no... Dad ... "guess what Tot discovered?" Me ... "What did Tot discover?" Dad ... "That if you fart in tub full of water it makes bubbles"... Then Tot had the biggest grin on his face and told me "it was stinky too". Someone please help me.
Been a busy weekend. I was happy that it ended well, but some days I could just do without the insanity. Some of that is due to the fact that I can hear my mom in the background laughing her arse off. Yaa... I think my mom knew the names of every person in the emergency room as I was growing up. Because of me, not my sisters.
We went to the playground because I hounded my husband that we needed to get out of the house. While there, Tot tripped and fell. Both knees got skin'd up pretty bad. I held him until he calmed down and then Dad took him. Dad tried to put him down. When Tot stood up, he didn't. He cried and Dad picked him back up. We stayed so that Tater could get some running and exercise in for the day. I held Tot and tried the same thing. He really seemed like he was hurt when he tried to stand. Sigh.
We decided to go the ER sooner than later. Tot is not a cry baby. We get to ER, we get signed in and we sit in the waiting room. We wait. And wait. Finally Dad and Tater go play in the corner. Dad had mentioned that it looked like Tot was moving both legs quite a bit while sitting in my lap. Hmmm. Mom tries again to get Tot down and walking. Surprise, surprise... Tot walks over to Dad and Tater. uhhhhh... Mom offers some pretzels... Tot runs back.
Off to the nurse and let them we know we are leaving. The little turkey. She smiles and laughs as I point out how well he is walking. Nice to know he is ok, not so nice to spend 2 hours at the ER.
The boys were painting on the back porch when Tot decided to paint a smile for me. I couldn't resist taking a picture:
Tot walks up to me in the kitchen and says "Mom, look at me". I turn to see this:
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I laughed out loud and grabbed the camera. After I took the picture, he said... "Take a picture of me mom" and did it again. So I did!
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Silly child... now where did he learn that????
Yesterday was more than entertaining. Calling the doctor's office, calling Bou (who has 3 older boys), and just trying to do my best. Now for the story...
I fed my boys lunch outside on the back porch. I went in to make my sandwich after warning them to quit playing crash trains. Next thing I know there is a cry of pain from outside. I run out to see Tot with blood all over his mouth and crying. First thing out of my mouth was... Tater did you hit Tot with a train? Ding... not the best response from a mom. Sigh. Motherhood can be soooo hard. Next was what happened? But Tot wouldn't stop crying and tell me. I then asked Tater what happen. He said Tot fell on the cement and hit his mouth. Oh no!
I could not get Tot to let me touch his mouth. He kept covering it with his sleeve or his hand. Sigh. I picked him up and held him while calling the doctor's office. They told me all the common sense stuff... get some ice or popsicle in his mouth to slow down the bleeding. Check to see if it went through the mouth. Later Bou reminded me to check for a chip tooth.
Here is a picture of my hubby's sweatshirt I was wearing (remember Tot kept covering his mouth with his own sleeve):
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Turns out that he just had the tooth go in the bottom of his inside lip and come out the top of his inside lip... I have a picture of it but thought better than to post it.
But the coolest thing of all? Watching the oxiclean on the blood. It's better than Peroxide on a cut. Normally I have no thoughts on oxiclean one way or another... but here is proof that it actually worked:
I could not get the long sleeve shirt off of Tot, so I doubt the blood will come out of that one... oh well. Is it the weekend yet?
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UPDATE:And here is a picture I took this morning of Tot... notice the 3 red spots under his lip... that is where teeth tried to come through. Ugh.
Even though we have a family plan that I can talk to Mamaw on the cell phone without 'using minutes', the kids can now talk to her over the computer. Tot l.o.v.e.s it. Every day he asks if he can call Mamaw on the computer. Luckily she is not always home at that time. Otherwise I would have my computer being used all the time!
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Isn't this just too cute for words???
Definitely going to be an interesting year in our house. Tot decided that an eye injury was just what mom needed to round out the week before school starts. Yep, take a look at the dilated eyes and the little swelling... turns out his eyeball is swollen as well. Sigh... click to enlarge.
I mentioned that I had some other pictures of Tot at the gym... Here is him doing his 'ta da' landing:
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Trampolines are such fun... he can really jump high:
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Why walk one beam when there are two together?
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It is lots of fun.
Tot has been going to the gym for over a month now. One of the things he loves is the 'bar'. About 3 weeks ago the teacher showed him how to touch his toes to the bar. Of course, she helped him bend to do it. Then this week, he decided to do it himself. And I had the camera. He had no spotter, he did it himself.
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And finally... success!
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I have more pictures but this just amazed me and thought it should be by itself. I tried this at home on our swingset and couldn't get my feet up to the bar before I let go. This boy is strong and flexible. I'm worried!
Learning how to decifer what your son is saying is one of the those experiences you wish you didn't have to do. Like the other day in the car. We had just dropped Tater off at preschool and it was just Tot and I. Off to the grocery store we go. On the way Tot said he wanted to "go to ToysRus". Nope, we are going to the grocery store to buy bananas, chicken, onions and the like.
Tot: I want maggots.
Mom: Maggots????
Tot: Maggots.
Mom: Do you mean magic? Like in tricks?
Tot: No, maggots.
Mom: Ok, do you mean bugs?
Tot: No mom
Mom: Maggots, maggots... how about magnets? Things that stick together?
Tot: Yes! Maggots.
Mom: I'm not sure they have mag-nets at the grocery store, we can look.
But that first picture in my mind of maggots and grocery sure did make it harder to figure out what he was saying. Sigh.
It is 8:50pm here in South Florida and Tot is still awake. Someone please pass me a rock to put him to sleep. Usually he is asleep by 8pm and I have a chance to do dishes, laundry, and other items (like blogging). I just took a break from his room. He is being a PITA and I can't leave for long. For some silly reason, I want to keep from having holes in the walls, keep the dresser mirror intact, and other items... hence I have to go back there every couple of minutes or sit there until he falls asleep. The little sh.t. Good thing he is soooo cute most of the time.
Yesterday was an interesting day. The kids were tired and grumpy from not enough sleep and too much activity on Halloween. I was happy that they both were going to be in school. Particularly Tot. I warned his teacher in the morning that he was frustrated because I wouldn't let him wear Tater's superman costume to school.
Later, when I went to pick him up... she told me to get the note out of his cubby. ???? (Side note: the kids must hold onto a rope as they go from one building to another to stay in line) And here is what it said:
"While we were in line to go to Story Time, Tot kept jumping up and down and pulling the rope. He fell into a chair. He didn't cry but I wanted to let you know. We had to remind him to ba a good listener. Call if you have any questions"
Folks, these are good teachers. They can handle just about anything. I thought I was going to LOL when I read it. When I went back to talk to her about it, she mentioned that she wanted me to know in case Tot said anything to me. This was the first time they really had to reprimand him. Also, because he had fallen. (Which is why I think I got the note) She said about 4 other kids got notes as well. She thinks it has to do with Halloween... candy, going to bed late, the excitement.
Now how many folks out there have gotten notes home for their 3 year olds??? I saw this POST from Bou and might just have to call her and ask what age were the boys when 'the calls' started.
Three mornings in a row... Tot has gotten up between 4am and 5am and screamed for oatmeal. No joke. Each morning he has eaten between 2 and 3 bowls of it and then promptly gone back to sleep.. except yesterday morning when he decided to sing for 5 minutes then fall asleep. Yaaa... he went to sleep. Not so easy for mom. This morning? He got up at 3am... his tongue hurt. Took till 4:15am to get him back to sleep.
Hence, nothing exciting to post today. Maybe later. I have a party to set up for Tot at his preschool. Hopefully Sticks will be stopping by in the afternoon. And I have to get everything together for Tater's party tomorrow. Yes, I am out of my mind. Considering it will also be Halloween. Someone save me.
The first picture is the face with eyes, nose and mouth:
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And here is the ears:
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Now add some 'baby einstein hair' (yes, that is what he called it)... and a few other additions:
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Both boys decided that I needed to take pictures of them holding up their master pieces:
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It is amazing. My youngest son is 3 years old. Two years ago, I wrote THIS POST about you. And last year I wrote THIS POST.
Now it is time to look at you through this last year. Just in the last couple of weeks you have learned how to go the bathroom by yourself. Ever day I hear "No Mommy, go away" as you make your way to the bathroom.
You started Pre-school twice a week and finally enjoy it. It was a rough start but you did great.
You know your letters, you sing me the 'a says ahhhh' song, you love music and we enjoy playing music together. You are stubborn, sweet and give the greatest hugs. You are a wonderful son.
Here are some pictures of you at your birthday party:
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And you loved the cupcakes!
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Tomorrow is Tot's birthday... We had a party yesterday for him. That was the big reason for pulling out the mixer and making a cake. Since I will be putting out pictures of Tot tomorrow, I am putting out pictures of the cake today.
It was hilarious. I really should not decorate a cake at 11pm. I'm a morning person... not a night person. And a warning to those who don't decorate cakes often... they lie about the black coloring. It makes it gray, not black. Buy at least 3 or 4 tubes of that stuff to get something close to black. I had one tube and used blue and red to try and 'darken' it up. Ahhhhh... Here is the finished product:
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From another angle:
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And along with the cupcakes... here it is getting ready to be lit:
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At least it was edible... though funny looking. ;-) Maybe by the time Tot gets to be 7 or 8 or 18... I might be able to decorate. hahahaha.
He poop'd on the potty. Three separate times yesterday. "Mom, go away"... "Mom, come look"... I am very proud of our youngest boy.
Now if we could just get the night stuff fixed. It has also been the second night of him pee'ing in bed at night. That is getting old. 5 am wakeup. Yep, he's pee'd in the bed. Ugh. Just the smell makes me sick to my stomach.
Will he wear a diaper to bed? Nope, he is a 'big boy' now. He has to wear underwear. Sigh.
Many different things ran through my mind when I took this picture... But I figured ya'll could come up with even better captions!
And under 'more pawprints' is another cutie. (click on 'more pawprints' to see it).
Wish I was doing this right now!
Tot went pee pee in the potty. Tot went pee pee in the potty. Tot went pee pee in the potty and I'm so very proud!!!!
Tot was kind enough to ask to wash the windows. I never turn down help... no matter how much more work it gives me. He had a blast. First you squirt the window cleaner on the window:
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Then you wipe it off:
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Don't forget the other side:
Tot decided to pet Happydog with his feet. Might be because he was too lazy to turn around and pet him with a hand... (click picture to enlarge it)
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And then mom got caught taking the picture. That cute face turned up to me and said 'cheese'. I had to take another.
Here's Tot on the "phone" wishing Harvey a Happy Birthday. Ohhhh. That's not a phone? That's a meat themometer? Guess someone ought to tell Tot.
And thought Tot is a blond hair, blue eyed beauty... I won't be giving him to Harvey. Though, yesterday it was certainly a consideration. ;-)
Instead here is something 'blue' for you (click on more pawprints to see pictures in the extended entry - should be work safe but just to be safe):
First, a coffee cup for that first morning sip:
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Next you have to get dressed for that 'rendezvous':
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And of course, your lady will be wearing something like:
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And you will be off to see The Blue Scene:
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Hope you have a wonderful birthday and a great time.
One minute Tot is playing and the next he is relaxing on the couch. I had to laugh because he got it laid back and the foot rest up... just like Daddy!
This is something I should have expected to happen sooner or later with Tot. Especially after Hubby mentioned that Tot was licking the wheels on the trains as he turned them on and off. The train in this story is Diesel**. Must have been the perfect train to convince Tot to put a running train in his own hair. Yep, I had to cut it out. Then it took me about 2 minutes to get the hair out of the wheels.
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** I can't get Diesel's picture to show, you'll have to scroll down to the name of Diesel by using the arrows on the left. And in the about tab... Diesel is always bad news when he's around.
Mom is getting braver... I let Tot use the mixer by himself last week.
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Look at that concentration...
Nothing like getting prepared for a hurricane to bring out the oopsies. Tot decided to look behind him while walking forward and tripped. Right into a a corner of a shelf. The poor boy was attached to my neck for two hours.
Here is the picture when he finally let go:
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And here is the next day...
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Yep, nose, lip and chin. Talk about making you want to snuggle.
While we had the family together at Mammaw's, I got some action shots of Tot making a jump into 3 inches of water... (Click on picture to enlarge it and get a better view of Tot)
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"Mommy, tag down. Tag down! Tag down mommy!" is repeated every time a shirt is put on Tot. Even if the tag is already down. Another one of 'those items'. Then again, he is the son that closes doors behind him, picks up his toys and knows that you put your socks on first, then your shoes. Adorable but definitely a P.I.T.A. occassionally.
note: PITA is pain in the ar.se
Tot got Mammaw. She walked out and told me my son was a 'smart ar-se'. hahahaha. Like I didn't know.
Each boy has a flashlight. It has a single AA battery in it. Turns out that Tot took his apart and my mom tried to help him put it together again. He put the battery in it, looked at it and took it out. Gave Mammaw a look like it was her fault it was in wrong. Turned it around and put it back in. Stared into her eyes and said "The battery goes this way". It worked.
** snicker snicker ** What comes around goes around!!!
VW flies back with the young uns tomorrow. She e-mailed me today that they were about to go to the pool and she wanted to check the heat index.
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Although not like the heat wave in some other states, its still hot enough that you wonder about taking the small people out. In the fine print you can see that it says feels like 103.
Blech. I stay inside in the summers and we go swimming at night!
In VW's previous post she wrote of Tink's post... Tink out did herself! Go over and see... here's a quick preview:
Tink is at it again. She did a great post on Tot. Who stole the show wearing Tater's birthday present of a superman costume.
Yaa, I have a few minutes reprieve... just a few.
Mammaw made Chicken and Dumplins for dinner last night. Yummy. And you would have thought I was starving poor Tot. On his THIRD, you read it right, bowl of dumplins he gave Mammaw the sweetest smile and a yummy kind of noise. I didn't catch the rest of what he said after that because Tater asked me for more pears. Tater was on his second bowl of dumplins and third bowl of pears. Oh... and Tot finished off that bowl and a bowl of mandarin oranges. I had no idea that kids could put away so much food.
As a side note: I was just happy she made enough that there is some for lunch today. Yipeeee!
(pssst... the kids are watching tv, so I have about 10 minutes)
And the good/bad news... we are flying home tomorrow. Regular posting and pictures of the trip should resume on Sunday. I ran out of room on my camera memory card, so missed some great pictures today. Sigh...
Ever look for someone and can't find them? You can hear them, know they are nearby but just can't see them? Yaa... Tot put himself under the smallest laundry basket. I had no idea he would fit there.
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To be young and flexible again.
Tot was laying on the floor being 'cute'... here are a couple of pictures...
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Gotta love that hair!
Seems that Tot has decided that climbing is the way to keep me hopping. And here is the latest escapade:
I didn't get a picture of him on the kitchen counter. Had to get him off asap. Yaa... life is definitely busy lately. Sick or not, those kids can motate.
Many know that my second son is in speech therapy. Just like his brother was. And that is where it ends. Tater followed the book on learning to speak... one word, then descriptors, and then sentences... and Tot has his own way. It has been driving me crazy.
First the boy learned to count. Before he was 2 1/2 this PITA was counting to 40. I had him doing 'doggy tricks' for Bou. Write a number down and watch him tell it to you. But he would NOT ask for something to eat or drink or tell me what was wrong when he was sick. Ohhh... he picked up 4 or 5 words other words. Flower, slide, and a few others. Nothing helpful. Even the speech therapist could not convince him to talk. We played games, I would not give him something unless he made a sound, and so on.
Just last week, he decided to talk. Here are a few of the phrases he says "It's my turn", "Come please", "I want my water", "I want a cookie". The little turd. That is about all he says. And that is going to drive me crazy too. I'm starting to think that he is going to wait until he knows complete sentences before saying things. This might take months.
And then Sunday night he said something to melt my heart. I was putting him to bed and going to leave the room. "Come back Mommy". "Sing a song, Mommy". Me? He wanted me to sing???? Yaa. I went back and sung him a song. I couldn't resist. He fell asleep as I sang. Guess my voice isn't as bad as everyone else has been tellling me.
While at Orlando, Tot decided to check out the hotel room. It was my duty to watch the kids while my husband was in the bathroom. Needless to say, I was playing with Tater and NOT watching Tot. Until I heard a door open. I turned around just in time to hear Tot say "Ewwwwwwww Stinky". Oh yaa. That made me laugh and made it even harder to get Tot away from the bathroom. Gotta love those kids and the first words they learn to say.
Me? Of course I am small enough to fit in half a box. Ohhhh... you mean without bending it out of shape... that's a different matter.
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Why won't Happy Dog eat my 'pretend' food in this bowl. Geeze...
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I'm m.a.d. at mommy. I'll sit in here and mope until I feel like getting out.
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. ;-)
Between getting dressed for the morning and watching TV, we must eat Daddy's O's. (aka Honey Nut Cheerios). First we eat them dry (no milk added). Second we eat them with a spoon.
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When more end up on the floor than in the mouth, we will switch to the regular way to eat them... the fingers:
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Ahhhhh... to be 2 again.
Seems that my boy, Tot, is going to be into Hockey one day. He loves hats and gloves. Here is a selection of photos with him with his hats... GQ here he comes:
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Now, he hates this bike helmet. But lately he has been wearing it... usually when NOT riding his tricycle.
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One of those rare moments when he is on his tricycle and wearing the helmet:
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What's next????
Wish I could find as much fun in a box.... Or just be able to crawl in one like this:
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And doesn't this smile just melt your heart and make you wish you could get in that box with him and play?
I am a boy with a mission. I will get Dad's shoes, put them on and walk over to Dad.
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In fact, Dad had said he was putting his shoes and socks on just minutes before. And Tot made it all the way over to Dad with Dad's shoes on without tripping. Tot took them off and handed them to Dad. Of course those are NOT the shoes Dad wears to work. But he was sure proud of Tot. Me too!
Busy this week. And one of the things I have been dealing with is this guy (click to enlarge):
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It is so hard not to hug and kiss on him when he gets that face... but since he is crying because I told him NO... no can do. Any one want to come baby sit for free? I could use the break. ;-)
Is it a fetish? Or something else? What in the world is going through a boy's mind. Tot has something about gloves right now. He would wear them 24x7 if I let him. He goes to sleep with them on!
It is 80 degrees outside. How in the world he can manage having them on is beyond me. Here is a picture of him with them on during the day:
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I guess of all the things he has picked to get crazy about, I shouldn't worry too much... or should I?
Tot found this bug and would not leave it.
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I had to walk over and let him point it out to me, talk to me about and finally when I took a picture, he agreed to leave. He kept calling it a butterfly but I think it is something more like a wasp. Any ideas?
Tater will put his underwear up for me. Which is very helpful. Tot will spread the laundry for me. Uhhh... Wait, that's not very helpful. But it certainly is cute. (click to enlarge)
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After he gets in the basket, he wants me to lift it. I can't bring myself to do it with him headdown. He hasn't figured out how to go into it feet first. Normally, I will pick him up and put him in it. Lately he wants to crawl in himself and then have me lift it. Maybe I will do it once while he is like this to show him it is no fun. Hmmm, he may like it... then what?
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 Adventurous
B is for Big
C is for Climb
D is for Details
E is for Eat
F is for Fish (my favorite word)
G is for Gas ("I farted" is my favorite phrase)
H is for Hair (I love to touch hair)
I is for Invincible (You can tell from the bruises)
J is for Jump
K is for Keeper (because I keep all sorts of things)
L is for Love (I love to hug and kiss)
M is for Monster
N is for Neat
O is for Opinions (which I have already)
P is for Picky
Q is for Quick
R is for Run (which is my favorite speed)
S is for Sleep (which I avoid at all costs too)
T is for Tot (what else?)
U is for Up (I love to be picked up)
V is for Verify (which I do for everything)
W is for Water
X is for Examine
Y is for Yipee
Z is for Zone (I am in mine own)
Folks, it has been a little busy/stressful at the ol' homefront. Which means I'm just posting a picture today. It seems that Tot is into hats this week. Hence, another cute picture of him in a hat:
This was just one of those cute moments. But I didn't know how to caption it nor did I have any good stories to go with it. Any ideas?
Nothing like having a little help as you unpack and put stuff up in the cabinets. Here is Tot showing Mom the right way to do this job:
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Might as well get all the way into the job and make sure every spot is used:
Nothing like kids to keep you busy when you are moving into a place... and yes, he took stuff out, put stuff in, moved it around and generally kept me busier with his "assistance". But I just couldn't say no.
Amazing. 6 months ago and Tot would have been running in the other direction from any character he saw. This time he actually walked up and hugged Pinocchio. Just too cute for this mom:
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:
Our poor Happy Dog has to put up with two boys. At least Tot tries to come to the rescue and give him some water...
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I don't think it is exactly how Happy Dog likes to drink his water, but it is the thought that counts - right? GRIN
Help!!! Seriously, I need some help. Tot decided to use the car DVD player as a slot machine. Or piggy bank. Tater showed him how to open the ash tray... which in my car is full of change. Tot then proceeded to see how many coins he would put in the DVD player before Mom noticed. I don't know if it is 2 or more coins. But no matter... I need a way to get them out. The little turd.
Any ideas?
The rocking chair is a great toy. If you are Tot. It can be annoying if you are Mom.
First you have to stand in front of it, reach back, hold on and then push until your feet lift off the ground. (BTW, this leaves bruises on the back that look rather interesting... I am just glad he doesn't go shirtless).
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On the way back:
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And the last stage is hollaring for "elp Mommy, elp!":
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What amazes me is that half the time, he crawls out from under the chair before asking for help. Or even better, he crawls out and then screams. One of these days he is going to be hurt and I'm not going to believe it.
Side Note: I was looking up another word for Rocks (as in the Rocking Chair Rocks) and found THIS. Not exactly what I was expecting.
Or so Dad says.... the saying started at Christmas when we set up the Thomas The Tank Engine track for the new trains we bought. They all went at different speeds. This means eventually one of the trains would catch up with another. When ever a train caught up with the one in front of it, Tot would start fussing. He would head over to one of us and try to get us to 'fix it'. There were times when we thought he was going to cry over this.
There was another time after we got back home when my husband had some jeans thrown over the couch. Happy Dog laid down next to the couch and the jeans ended up touching him. Tot had a 'fit', walked over and grabbed the jeans. Dad moved the jeans and Tot settled down.
It gets better. One morning at breakfast, Dad gave the boys their milk. Out of habit, I give Tot the yellow topped sippy cup and Tater the blue topped sippy cup. Dad does not know about this habit. Tot let him know it was NOT acceptable to be given the wrong sippy cup. Tears, whining, and general fussing ensued.
Seems Tot is rather anal about certain things in his life. Dad swears he gets it from me. It is possible. Just try moving something to the wrong spot in my kitchen.
I just hope he doesn't turn out like Monk. Then again, I saw him eating some dirt today. I guess I won't have to worry about him becoming "Monk". I also hope this is just a phase we are going through and not a permanent issue. A short phase please!
Children keep me hopping. And sometimes they make me laugh so hard, I can't stop the situation.
I was visiting a neighbor with the children and our dog. Our house was going to be shown and I didn't want to be around. And my kids love going over there. She has two dogs and toys for them.
While playing in the backyard, I see one of her dogs walk over and it sniffs Happy Dog's rearend. No biggie... I go back to playing in the dirt with them. I then look up to see why Tot is leaving us. He walks over to Happy Dog's behind, bends over and sniffs it.
I was laughing so hard, it was tough to go over and stop him. I did... but not until he got to sniff once. I just hope it doesn't happen again.
Psst. I was trying to avoid hits for bu-tt sniffing which is why I used the different words. Somehow I think it will be interesting what 'sniffing' hits I do get.
Tot's hair is gorgeous. Ok Ok, so I'm his mom. But tilt your monitor until you get the highlights visible in his hair. It is like spun silver and gold.
Women pay good money to try and get these kind of highlights.
Seems that my youngest can use anything for a pillow. He laid like this for 20 minutes.
Nope, I couldn't do it. Must be youth.
Big P, little p
What begins with P?
Painting your Pajamas Pink
P.. p... p...
That is what first comes to mind when I hear Big P... Dr. Seuss' ABC book**. Then comes to mind next is what this post is about... Tot's got Big P diaper at night. My son wakes up too often in the middle of the night. One day my mom suggested it might be his diapers. While talking to Bou about it, she mentioned the pull ups keep you feeling a little wet. I switched to the old velcro diapers. Since he already wears the largest diaper you can buy (5t/6t), I wasn't able to get a bigger size at the same time. It seems this has helped. We now make it to about 4am. I am still unable to figure out where all that P comes from at night. I change him all day long, and still he stores that P up some where. Where? In his right leg?
The question is ... should I try changing his diaper before I go to sleep? Chances are he must have P'd in it at least once. It will have been 2 hours since his last diaper change. Will that get us till 6am? Or am I kidding myself?
**Note: I am too lazy to go get the book and look up the passage... it may not be exactly right.
In my house, you can n.e.v.e.r turn your back for 2 minutes. Tot moved the stool over to the counter where I had been getting dinner ready.
Proceeded to pickup my hotpad and put it in the toaster oven. And fortunately for me, take it back out.
Life just got a little more difficult. It was bad enough I had to make sure I carried knives away with me... now I'm going to have to turn off and unplug everything too. Both my boys seem to know not to touch hot things and stay away from the stove top. Might have something to do with the very hot tea I drink all the time... GRIN.
Luckily, he did not turn on the toaster oven. Nor was it in use. Or I would have had one melted hotpad and a huge mess.
Another day in the Tater/Tot household.
Tot has decided to make a fashion statement. He has decided that wearing cookware as shoes is the way to go. He also knows e.x.a.c.t.l.y when mom is going to take a picture. I could not get one of him standing up walking in these shoes. But he walked from the kitchen to the living room.
Then again, the hair scrunchie on the arm is rather entertaining as well. What's next?
Tot seems to cause me the most problems when he gets sick. It takes forever for him to get well. Mostly this has to do with his inability to breath through his nose when he is sleeping. No matter how I lay him down to sleep, he ends up in this position:
Except in his bed, those legs and feet are on his pillow. Ever tried sleeping like that with a stuffy nose? It doesn't work. About every two hours, I get up... move him to a position on his back with his head up on the pillows. Within an hour he is back in the position you see in the picture. Within 30 minutes or so, he is crying because he can't breath. Ahhhh. This is the life of a mom.
It amazes me that Tot just turned two last month and is so capable. He has had to use the nebulizer so much that once I have it plugged in with the medicine in it, he takes it, turns it on and holds it to his face. The only thing I help him with is getting on the couch. What a kid!
Being a computer geek, I have a collection of shirts, hats and miscellaneous stuff that have vendor logos on them. Included in this is a baseball hat with Cisco on it. I love that hat. Seems like Tot has taken to it as well. Teach me for leaving it out where he could reach it.
Notice the cool way to wear a hat while watching TV.
And of course it is a necessity to keep it on while changing channels.
Since mom really wants it back, I'm going to wear it while playing cars. (note: tv flicker to the right of him)
Wouldn't it be great to be able to fall asleep anywhere at any time?
I cleaned him up, got his pajamas on, got him into bed without him waking up. Tater then decided to Sing and Scream. Within 30 seconds, Tot was out of bed and running around. Sigh.
It's great there are these little handles to pull the door shut from the inside:
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A knee is peeking through:
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Just the toes left showing:
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Hiding at last!
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And then we hear laughter and the door comes flying open.
Notice the HEAT INDEX for October in Florida. Sigh...
Tot woke up in Mommy and Daddy's bed this morning. He decided that being awake and fussy from 2:30am to 5:30am was a great way to start his birthday.
What a cute face!
Here is the little guy eating some of his birthday cake. (Mom finished it off for him. GRIN) And thanks Bou for reminding me to take this picture.
And here is a LINK to last year's pictures. You have come a long way little boy.
Wouldn't it be great to get up in the morning and do this?
One day, I'll be able to relax like that... .I just know it.
You can just guess what was going on Tot's mind... I have no clue... Not even an idea on how to label these 2 pictures!
First:
Second:
I found an excellent explanation of Croup at THIS SITE. You may be wondering why I am so interested in croup? If not, skip the rest of this! Tot got croup so badly in March he had to be hospitalized. Not a nice thing. Hence I have been reading different items on croup. I came upon the link above this week and liked it the best.
Why am I reading about croup this week? I noticed Tot had caught a cold and by Wed night we went without sleep. His nose was running, he was coughing and generally miserable. At breakfast Thursday morning, Bou heard him cough and said it sounded like croup. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. My mom swears she mentioned it Wed night, but I honestly didn't hear her say it. I may have been distracted or putting my head in a hole, who knows. But I called the doctor and got him in asap. Yep, it was the start of it. We caught it in time. But he is still not well. I'm taking him back in Monday (today when I post this). He still isn't well. No croup coughing but not well. I hope he outgrows this and soon.
UPDATE: He slept 8 hours last night. I take this as a good sign. I still plan on making an appointment and taking him in... not like I have time to do it, but will feel better if I do.
While Mamaw and I toured the house, the kids went running around. At some point, Tater and I went into the Master Bedroom. Before going I made sure Mamaw and Tot were in the other room together. Suddenly I turn around and there is Mamaw. I ask where is Tot and she says with me. Uhhhhhhhh. No.
The hunt is on. We are yelling for him. Running from room to room. Suddenly I hear laughter. Now if I can just get Tater to shut up long enough to figure out where it is coming from. "Tot!", "hehehehe", "Tot!", "hehehe"... ahhhh, he is the spare bathroom. Sure enough... I look in and he is squatting and 'hiding' and laughing.
I think Mamaw and I gained another head of grey hair right then.
Here is Tot running to Mamaw to be 'saved' after being found.
Tot grew one whole shoe size in less than 2 months. What's with this boy? Not only that, he wants to wear them as soon as he gets up in the morning. He tries to put them on himself but has trouble with the tongue of the shoe. Then he brings them to me. Here he is in his PJs and his new shoes. Hmmmm. Wonder if they are still considered new if you wear them almost around the clock for 3 days?
What size is he? 7 1/2 wide.
What is it about flashlights that can keep someone amused? You have seen dogs chasing the light, cats chasing the light and even kids. My kids don't chase the light, but want the flashlight itself. Then they shine it on different things and try to 'touch' it. Here is proof. Yes, I was using it to amuse him while I tried to get dinner done.
What to do when Mom is not looking... what to do...
HA! Mom was looking but just stayed a distance away and took pictures. Usually when either of my sons are quiet, it is a time to run full force to find out what they have done... but not this time.
Not.enough.sleep. Long story, not going to tell it here. Lost my pictures of Tater. You are stuck with these cute pictures instead of Tot reading a Barney book. First, touch your nose:
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Rub your belly:
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Peek-a-boo:
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And when you are all through, be a camera hog and beg to have your picture taken again:
Poor poor Tot. His life just got much more difficult. Not only is he in speech therapy now, he is also in swim lessons. I know I said I wasn't going to put him in swim lessons until he could talk. He helped me change my mind. A couple of weeks ago we were all in the pool helping Tater with his swimming. Tot decided to 'walk in'. First time Dad caught him. Dad made sure he didn't go under water. Second time Mom caught him. Oops. Mom knows better than to make it seem 'safe' if you just walk in a pool. I let him go under and then made sure he came back up. Not a happy camper. But he didn't just 'walk in' again. And at that point, I called to see if a spot could be found for him as well.
First lesson. Not bad. Only cried when he saw mom. Second lesson. Mom made to go in ‘Florida room’ so Tot couldn’t see her. It has sliding glass doors that are tinted so you can see out but not in. He cried, he stopped crying, he cried, he stopped crying. Actually he did find as long as she kept from about shoulders up out of the water. When ever she made him go further in the water, he cried. He did look around for me once or twice, but she was very good at keeping him distracted. I think water has taken a whole new meaning to him now.
What age did you learn to swim?
