Invariably, after the last laundry load goes into the wash, a child will either have a massive spit-up, throw-up or blow-out.
(Note to self: purchase stock in Tide and GM)
Pig in the Cow’s Butt
Post by S
As part of G’s bedtime routine we read three books before he gets into bed. I had to put some limit on the number of books because G can go on and on with books to avoid going to sleep. “The Big Red Barn” has been in heavy rotation again. Sometimes I pause in the middle of the page and G finishes the sentences. Other times he gives his own commentary on the animals and their activities. It’s his commentary that led to a funny dialog about one page.
G: “What’s that? (Pointing to the pink utters on the cow)Daddy: “Utters. That’s the cow’s utters.”G: “Nuh-uh. That’s pig.”Daddy: “No bud. That’s the cow’s utters. Milk comes from there.”G: “No! That’s pig!”Daddy: “Pig?” (confused for a second. Until I realized it was the pink color that made him think it was a pig.)G: “Yeah. Pig in the cow’s butt.”
At this point, I didn’t know where to take the conversation, so I just read the rest of the page quickly and moved on.
Now every time we get to that page in the book, he points to the cow’s utters and says “That’s pig…pig in the cow’s butt.”
The Potty fake-out
Our streaking saga continues…
G has figured out a way to trick us into getting him naked: he asks to go potty. So I’ll put out there that long gone are the days I wished for a potty trained child. I was hopeful we could work on it before he turned 2. Now, not so much, so I’m not rushing him by ANY means. However, as of last week he’s asked to go potty. While I don’t think he’s ready, I can’t deny him the opportunity to go, so I fall for it. Every time.
Why fall for it?
Because asking for potty time, is G’s personal interpretation of the “If you give a mouse a cookie” book. It goes something like this:
If you trust G that he has to go potty, you’ll go to the bathroom with him.
When he sits on the potty he’ll ask you to take off his pants so they’re not in the way.
When you take off his pants, he’ll get off the potty and run out the door.
Fearing the territorial marking you can be in store for (if he really DOES have to potty), you chase after him.
As you run after him, he’ll cackle with glee over his new-found freedom.
Finally you’ll catch him and wrestle him into a diaper
And chances are
If you put a diaper on him, he’ll ask to go potty.
So yeah, if you’re ever baby-sitting at our house, if G asks to go potty, hope you have your running shoes on.
Movie Monday
G trying to whistle. Why does he always have to pick the hardest thing to start with? Neither S nor I know how to do the two-finger whistle
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S2 doing his own impersonation of Flip the Bird and Spank the Monkey
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I came out of the shower the other day to this:
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Sick
3 out of the 4 bipeds in our home have been claimed by a cold. The only one not (seemingly) yet affected has been S, and I’ll be harassing him to get himself an Airbourne IV drip at this point. The progression of said cold seems to go something like this:
Day 1: scratchy throat
Day 2: full on raw throat, congestion/sinus pressure and low grade fever. The latter two work in unison to scramble your brain.
Day 3: better throat, congestion and congestion’s resilient friend: cough Day 4: better throat still, still congestion, worse cough. Although I’m only at the start of day 4, so ask me later
I don’t know which of the kids I feel sorrier for: S2 because he’s so little or G who tells you when it hurts. All 3 of us seem to be at various days of the cold.
Looks like today will be a proclaimed pajama, bed and Dinosaur Train day.
Foto Friday
Neko’s new favorite nap spot (although last week he was pretty partial to one of S2’s clothes bins)
Chillin’ with the daddy
How is this not the most peaceful sleep ever? It hurts to have to wake him
Fascinating!
Child loves to floss. Wierdo!
Happy Valentine’s Day!
Have a sweet Valentine’s Day! (G sure did)
Baby cuddles, coos and kisses make for an excellent Valentine’s Day
Our little Superman
Amazing what a blanket can do.
G immediately proceeded to rescue our printer from the shackles of baby-proofing equipment, and my scanner power button from the loneliness of not being turned on/off 20 times in immediate procession 🙂
Huh?
G was going crazy jumping on our bed this afternoon, swatting, and throwing things. After many times of me asking him to stop, I took S2 (who was in my arms the whole time) and walked away into the nursery. S2 and I, then, sat in the glider. About 2 minutes later, G sheepishly waddled over and asked to cuddle too.
So he and I proceeded to have the following heart:
Me: G, why don’t you listen to me?
G: Huh?
Touche, child, touche!
Foto Friday
S2’s first day at daycare: on the way
Bouncers. Apparently, good for kitties too.
Little readers: one of the cutest things ever. They just curled up to each other.
I am the moon, and G is the sun
Cupcake eating is a competitive sport around here. If you don’t eat yours fast enough, G comes after it (even though he has his own).
Helping Daddy swap the locks
A rare treat for you all. Me!
