Big A - Mom, I have a pickle on my leg!
Me - (confused, turning to look at what he is looking at) you have a what?
Big A - A pickle!
Me - you mean a freckle?
Both of us - (Hysterical laughing)
Since this beloved conversation Big A now always refers to his freckles as pickles because he knows I will laugh. That boy knows the way to my heart.
Friday, August 16, 2013
Friday, July 26, 2013
Traditions
Our families have many traditions. Christmas brunch with my husbands family. Easter egg hunts at his Aunt & Uncles. The guys Winter Camp Out, while the ladies hang out at the house and play games and watch movies.
One of my favorite traditions is my families Annual 4th of July Party. The day mostly consists of the men chilling out at the Range and the ladies relaxing on the dock at the pond until evening when we all congregate together around the bonfire and roast hot dogs and eat 20 different sides and desserts. Then we all gather together and watch the fireworks. Alas, over time, how this scenario plays out has changed a bit. My mom and I were chuckling about this at our most recent party.
My Fourth of July day used to be filled with the entire day laying out on the dock sun bathing until I got too hot and jumped off the dock to cool off, then I would float on an air mattress basking in the relaxation of a worry free day. Usually I would sun burn because I never put on enough sun screen. My nose is still freckled from the worse of these offenses. Finally around 4:30pm, we would stroll back to the house to get the food gathered up and take it down to the camp. We would roast our hot dogs and marshmallows, and fill our bellies until they were about to burst. Then we would set up our tents and hope that it didn't storm (because it ALWAYS storms on our 4th camp out). We would watch the fireworks then stay up until the wee hours of the night around the camp fire.
And then I had kids....this year getting to the dock was scheduled around naptime, so we got down there closer to 1:30pm. Suddenly sunscreen has become a top priority. To my pleasure, I don't believe I have sunburned since having kids. I now spend most of my time in the water, my legs never tan. In about an hour Little A was wore out. I look forward to when they are both older and will want to swim for hours. Daddy was nice enough to stay at the pond with Big A so he got to play for quite a bit longer. After a second nap we headed to the campsite for dinner. Daddy roasted hot dogs and I got Little A and Big A a plate of food, and after feeding Little A I managed to round up some food for myself. Luckily there is always so much great food that filling the belly is still never a problem. I handed out glow sticks to all the kids before the fireworks started and snuggled up with Little A while Big A sat in his Thomas the Train chair beside me. Daddy was helping set off the fireworks. About half way through the fireworks I think Big A was getting a bit worried about Daddy's whereabouts, and he called out - Dad!! I'm right here!!
We don't camp anymore, maybe when the kids are a little older. I don't stay up until the wee hours of the night, because Little A is up at the wee hours of the morning.
Fourth of July has definitely changed over the years, and sometimes I miss the carefree days of lounging on the dock, but I wouldn't trade these moments for anything. And I'll get to lounge on the dock again, I have no doubt, but for now I can't think of anything better than snuggling with my baby and watching the fireworks glow in my son's eyes.
One of my favorite traditions is my families Annual 4th of July Party. The day mostly consists of the men chilling out at the Range and the ladies relaxing on the dock at the pond until evening when we all congregate together around the bonfire and roast hot dogs and eat 20 different sides and desserts. Then we all gather together and watch the fireworks. Alas, over time, how this scenario plays out has changed a bit. My mom and I were chuckling about this at our most recent party.
My Fourth of July day used to be filled with the entire day laying out on the dock sun bathing until I got too hot and jumped off the dock to cool off, then I would float on an air mattress basking in the relaxation of a worry free day. Usually I would sun burn because I never put on enough sun screen. My nose is still freckled from the worse of these offenses. Finally around 4:30pm, we would stroll back to the house to get the food gathered up and take it down to the camp. We would roast our hot dogs and marshmallows, and fill our bellies until they were about to burst. Then we would set up our tents and hope that it didn't storm (because it ALWAYS storms on our 4th camp out). We would watch the fireworks then stay up until the wee hours of the night around the camp fire.
And then I had kids....this year getting to the dock was scheduled around naptime, so we got down there closer to 1:30pm. Suddenly sunscreen has become a top priority. To my pleasure, I don't believe I have sunburned since having kids. I now spend most of my time in the water, my legs never tan. In about an hour Little A was wore out. I look forward to when they are both older and will want to swim for hours. Daddy was nice enough to stay at the pond with Big A so he got to play for quite a bit longer. After a second nap we headed to the campsite for dinner. Daddy roasted hot dogs and I got Little A and Big A a plate of food, and after feeding Little A I managed to round up some food for myself. Luckily there is always so much great food that filling the belly is still never a problem. I handed out glow sticks to all the kids before the fireworks started and snuggled up with Little A while Big A sat in his Thomas the Train chair beside me. Daddy was helping set off the fireworks. About half way through the fireworks I think Big A was getting a bit worried about Daddy's whereabouts, and he called out - Dad!! I'm right here!!
We don't camp anymore, maybe when the kids are a little older. I don't stay up until the wee hours of the night, because Little A is up at the wee hours of the morning.
Fourth of July has definitely changed over the years, and sometimes I miss the carefree days of lounging on the dock, but I wouldn't trade these moments for anything. And I'll get to lounge on the dock again, I have no doubt, but for now I can't think of anything better than snuggling with my baby and watching the fireworks glow in my son's eyes.
Thursday, June 20, 2013
The Things Kids Say
One of the big things I wanted to make sure and try to record here was all the fantastic things our kids say. Those little things that I know we won't remember when we're older. I've already forgotten many and I sometimes just wish I had a little recorder so I could save the thought right there in the moment.
Here are a few of the fun things I have managed to remember or write down that Big A has spouted
Most of these have been said just out of the blue. I wonder sometimes what he must be thinking when these random thoughts come to him.
"I just want to be me when I grow up, I like the boy I am"
I'm not sure why my heart beamed when he told me this. I guess it makes me happy to know he likes who he is. I hope he continues to like who he is and never feels like he needs to be anyone else.
Other gems are just words he's not pronouncing right
Magic Flying Glass - (magnifying glass)
yeah, that one is awesome
Here are a few of the fun things I have managed to remember or write down that Big A has spouted
Most of these have been said just out of the blue. I wonder sometimes what he must be thinking when these random thoughts come to him.
"I just want to be me when I grow up, I like the boy I am"
I'm not sure why my heart beamed when he told me this. I guess it makes me happy to know he likes who he is. I hope he continues to like who he is and never feels like he needs to be anyone else.
Other gems are just words he's not pronouncing right
Magic Flying Glass - (magnifying glass)
yeah, that one is awesome
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Bad Choices
Sometimes good people make bad choices...sometimes good toddlers make several bad choices in one night. Big A had one of those nights the other night.
We had just gotten home for the evening, I was getting stuff put away and getting Little A settled out of her car seat and Big A wandered off to the bathroom. He's been successfully potty trained for awhile so going to the bathroom by himself is not out of the norm, but I went to check on him after a couple minutes.
Now I should probably mention that we are in the process of remodeling our bathroom and specifically in the process of replacing our toilet. My husband had gotten the new toilet installed and it was leaking around the wax ring. I had bought a jumbo wax ring because we had tiled the floor which raised the floor up, but for some reason he had chosen to use the wax ring that had come with the new toilet - and then it leaked. I kindly suggested maybe he should use the jumbo wax ring I had purchased. So the previous night he had pulled the toilet back up and taken out the other wax ring but then lost motivation to finish the install and had left the new opened wax toilet ring on the counter.
So back to the current evening, I went to check on Big A and he was looking at the wax ring and asked me what it was. I explained it goes under the toilet and seals the toilet against the floor so it doesn't leak. And he says;
Oh, I thought it was a doughnut.
I take a closer look at the wax ring and realize he has taken a bite out of the ring....EWWWW!!!!!
He has spit out the piece he bit off, and I search the box for any warnings that may mention THIS IS NOT A DOUGHNUT DO NOT EAT, but alas I find none. So I figure except for the bad taste in his mouth he is probably okay. I proceed to lecture him on not eating something when he doesn't know what it is and PARTICULARLY not something he finds in the bathroom.
Fast forward to later in the evening. Big A is now downstairs and goes to use our other bathroom. I am in the process of doing laundry and I am carrying a load of laundry upstairs. While I am upstairs I hear him yell that he got something on his shirt.
As a parent, after your child has gone to the bathroom and then proceeds to tell you they got something on their shirt you immediately assume it is poop or pee and hope for the latter. But no; tonight, the night of bad choices, it is neither. I come down the stairs to find Big A at the bottom of the stairs with BLOOD dripping from him mouth! I of course freak out and am asking him what happened which scares him more than the blood. I then look in the bathroom and see husbands razor sitting on the vanity. Big A had tried to shave. SIGH. I put a cold wash cloth on the cut which actually isn't too bad and calm myself down which calms him down. Big A then gets another talk on the dangers of sharp things like razors, and knives, and carrot peelers and anything else my husband and I can think of that he might consider picking up.
The bright side of this night is that since then Big A is now VERY aware of all of the sharp things in our house he is not supposed to touch. He will point at something on the kitchen counter and say;
That's something we don't play with isn't it?
So, at least he learned from his mistakes. And our toilet is fully installed and no longer leaks.
In other news, Big A also had his first Dentist appointment. He did so great and was an absolutely fantastic first patient. Momma was very proud.
We had just gotten home for the evening, I was getting stuff put away and getting Little A settled out of her car seat and Big A wandered off to the bathroom. He's been successfully potty trained for awhile so going to the bathroom by himself is not out of the norm, but I went to check on him after a couple minutes.
Now I should probably mention that we are in the process of remodeling our bathroom and specifically in the process of replacing our toilet. My husband had gotten the new toilet installed and it was leaking around the wax ring. I had bought a jumbo wax ring because we had tiled the floor which raised the floor up, but for some reason he had chosen to use the wax ring that had come with the new toilet - and then it leaked. I kindly suggested maybe he should use the jumbo wax ring I had purchased. So the previous night he had pulled the toilet back up and taken out the other wax ring but then lost motivation to finish the install and had left the new opened wax toilet ring on the counter.
So back to the current evening, I went to check on Big A and he was looking at the wax ring and asked me what it was. I explained it goes under the toilet and seals the toilet against the floor so it doesn't leak. And he says;
Oh, I thought it was a doughnut.
I take a closer look at the wax ring and realize he has taken a bite out of the ring....EWWWW!!!!!
He has spit out the piece he bit off, and I search the box for any warnings that may mention THIS IS NOT A DOUGHNUT DO NOT EAT, but alas I find none. So I figure except for the bad taste in his mouth he is probably okay. I proceed to lecture him on not eating something when he doesn't know what it is and PARTICULARLY not something he finds in the bathroom.
Fast forward to later in the evening. Big A is now downstairs and goes to use our other bathroom. I am in the process of doing laundry and I am carrying a load of laundry upstairs. While I am upstairs I hear him yell that he got something on his shirt.
As a parent, after your child has gone to the bathroom and then proceeds to tell you they got something on their shirt you immediately assume it is poop or pee and hope for the latter. But no; tonight, the night of bad choices, it is neither. I come down the stairs to find Big A at the bottom of the stairs with BLOOD dripping from him mouth! I of course freak out and am asking him what happened which scares him more than the blood. I then look in the bathroom and see husbands razor sitting on the vanity. Big A had tried to shave. SIGH. I put a cold wash cloth on the cut which actually isn't too bad and calm myself down which calms him down. Big A then gets another talk on the dangers of sharp things like razors, and knives, and carrot peelers and anything else my husband and I can think of that he might consider picking up.
The bright side of this night is that since then Big A is now VERY aware of all of the sharp things in our house he is not supposed to touch. He will point at something on the kitchen counter and say;
That's something we don't play with isn't it?
So, at least he learned from his mistakes. And our toilet is fully installed and no longer leaks.
In other news, Big A also had his first Dentist appointment. He did so great and was an absolutely fantastic first patient. Momma was very proud.
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