Gametes In Love

10.2010

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Last Saturday our local mall hosted a promotional event for the “Cat in the Hat Knows a Lot About That” show (on PBS). G is obsessed with Cat. He no longer cares for Monkey George, and Sesame Street is rarely requested. Cat on the other hand is demanded daily. S and I aren’t really shoppers, but by lucky accident we went to the mall the week prior and saw a poster for the event. So we kept it to ourselves (just so we didn’t have to listen to G go on for days about going to see Cat) and on Saturday morning, after our, now routine, muffin run, we headed to the mall. We got there early and the place was  already a zoo. There was a mob of people waiting for Cat… and just about no-one in line for Santa. At least we’re not the only family with that obsession.

While in line G was telling us that he would ask Cat about his stinky socks (referenced in one of the episodes), but when it came to it, ultimately G was speechless when he saw is favorite character. Still he had a good time, and he likes looking back on these photos.

G waiting, but waiting is hard, so he decided to start climbing the bench.

Looking for Cat.

Practicing High-5’s.

Woa, Cat is tall

The hero shot. Although I really don’t know what G’s facial expression is about.

Nap-time all around

Peek-a-boo

Can you spot the culprit?

S and I went shopping for a balance bike for G. He was much more interested in riding the box than the bike.

My little reader at the library

My boys.

“Mamma, look-at Meeee!” (On Tuesday, G ran into our bedroom in this getup.)

Last month, G’s daycare had their fall school picture day. I’ll be honest: all I wanted was a print of G’s class, but I felt like I needed to support the effort of the photographer, so I bought 3 of the prints. Also out of pure professional curiosity, I hung out the day of just to see the set-up, how the photographer interacted with the kids, and all that good stuff.

I think G’s expressions tell the story of how I felt. He’s just not used to having to pose for photos. Other than our monthly sticker pictures (for which S had to jump around like a fool to get some good smiles) I really try to capture G being who is, at that moment in time. Here goes.

“Did you take the photo yet?”

“I’m sitting here by a river. With a basket of fake apples. And a monkey.”

This was the photo I ultimately really wanted. His class.

(PS. Yes, I know scanning these is a no-no, but I don’t plan to make any reproductions of them, so… shhh, don’t tell on me)

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I meant to post these on Monday, but S2 decided to upstage me 🙂

Just think: next year, we’ll have 2 monkeys prancing around.

Trick or treating

Making spooky pop-corn hands

Daddy’s serious, scary and… uhmn… constipated face 🙂

Mommy quilt is a wonderous thing… even when you’re not the one in the wrong.

Remember when I said that G’s favorite word these days is “No!”? Well, he’s pushing boundaries as much as possible. Today, P and I needed to go to the grocery store. I asked G if he would like to go with me, and he ignored me. I took this as a “no”, and P and I started getting dressed to leave. As he saw this, he started to whine about coming with us. I offered again to take him, and asked him to put on his shoes.

G: “No!”

Me: “Ok, then you can’t come. Are you sure?” [get purse]

G: [whines, and runs to me]

Me: “Here are your shoes. Let’s put them on, and you can come with us”

G: “No!” [and runs away]

Me: “Ok! Bye!”

G: [whines, and runs to me]

Here is where we repeated the shoe dance several times. I even put his shoes IN my purse and offered to take him to the car and we can put his shoes there. He kept running away. Finally I walk out the door. He runs over and starts crying. I open the door, offer to take him with me (again), and he (again) runs off to the living room. S at this point just pleaded with me to go. So I did.

Aaaand about 15 min later, I get the following text from S:

“G’s been at the door crying… holding his shoes saying ‘Momma Open the door. Fiffin come too'”

Tear my heart out why don’t you, kid? I gave you plenty of chances, you turned me down, and I STILL feel like the bad guy.

Luckily it was a quick store trip and we came back home. AND I had decided to cut out the BRU and Home Depot part of our shopping program out, since we were already running late for dinner. When we drove up to the house, S and G were outside, waiting for us… G holding his shoes.

Does this make YOU want to cry too?

From our trip to Lemos Farm. Last year we brought G here to for his first pumpkin overload, and if you remember, he surprised us by standing up on his own for the first time during our adventure there. Well, kind of hard to believe that in one year we’ve gone from this:

to this:

Yeah, getting him to sit still for more than 2 seconds was just about impossible.

G’s 2nd birthday party was supposed to be at Lemos Farm too, but alas, an ear infection decided to crash the party instead. We decided to wait another month until they set up for pumpkin season, and I’m glad we did. It was a fun trip, and G enjoyed spending time with R and Special K (who brought her brand new baby brother out too). G rode the ponies (by himself might I add), got on a hay ride, and also did the train ride around ghost town.