Gametes In Love

I’m not sleeping. I’m just thinking real hard!

G gets the star honors this year…

…and gets Hi-5s for a job well done

Bath-time fun. We clean ourselves. We clean the shower door…

… and then sit in a bucket (3 sizes too small) to take a rest.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to get photos of G these days? Or more specifically get him to cooperate for said photos. Yeah, well, it’s hard. Which is why I was dumbfounded when G agreed for me to take his picture WITH his umbrella.

While I couldn’t find him the yellow umbrella he requested, I found a cute monkey one instead. Best part is that G likes it! We’ve had to have words about when he can use his umbrella. We’re OK to keep it out of the house, but are still trying to convince him that he can’t open it while in the car. Small steps, I say.

Anyway, to give S a bit of a break from the Big Dude, I took him and his umbrella on a photo date. G even occasionally posed. I know!!!! Shocking.

Now… what else I can get him excited about so that he’ll let me take photos of him.

I had to take G for an emergency pedi visit today (don’t worry, he’s fine). As we’re driving back from the appointment, I felt a shoe hit my seat and land right over my emergency break. Joy. A toddler who’s taking off his shoes AND it’s raining outside. Double bonus. This is then followed by hearing his sweet voice call out “Mamma, look-a me!” As I peak in my rear view mirror at him, I see him pulling on his sock with his teeth. He had stretched the teeny sock out so far, I think it’s now a knee-high. I shook my head and tried not to laugh. We then proceeded with the following exchange:

Me: G, you’re silly. You are a silly goose.

G: Noooo!

Me: You are too. You are silly. Silly goose.

G: Noooo!

Me: Ok, if you are not a silly goose then, what are you?

G: A Fiffin!

And there you have it. He is a Fiffin.

When we moved G into his big boy room and his big boy bed, we put a gate on his door. We kid-proofed his room, but there was still lots we didn’t want him to have free roam of when we couldn’t pay attention (say at 3am in the morning while we’re sleeping).

And the gate had worked out great… until last week. Last week, you see, G discovered the foot-stool to the rocker in his room. To be more specific, he discovered that the stool 1) could be easily moved around, and 2) was light enough for HIM to move it around. He first tested this by turning on the lights in his room on off. It was only half a day later, when in the middle of nap-time, as I said on my bed, I heard the pitter-patter of toddler paws. They were accompanied by G’s grinning face, who was beaming at his accomplishment of getting out. What he had done was bring the foot stool up to the gate; climbed on the stool and then jumped over the gate.

So there went our toddler jail. For now we just removed the foot stool, but I know that him dragging the rocker itself is only days away. At this rate, we’re investigating just moving the gate to the bathroom door, where he can cause the most havoc and just call him the victor of the confinement battle.

I’m also learning that in addition to watching my language, I have to stop doing things I don’t want him to repeat. He is the epitome of Monkey-see-Monkey-do. The other night, I used a chair from the dining room to reach a Tupperware container from our cabinets. Yeah, yeah, I’m short. Whatever. I did this out of pure laziness to go and hunt down a ladder. G saw this, however, and guess how he gets in his seat for dinner now? That’s right: he brings a chair from his toddler activity table. I get bad mommy points. 100%.

This child amazes me every day in how his mind works.

I wanted to write this down because I know, this too, will stop and it’s too cute to forget.

A little while back, G started to want “in” on S and mine’s conversations. Whenever the two of us get babbling about our day, or a task at hand, if we don’t take a break to talk to G, we will end up with the following exchange:

G: No! Stop! My tuuhn. MY TUUHN!!!

Me (or S): Ok, buddy. Your turn. What do you want to say?

G: Hmn… Zeba (meaning “zebra”)

and then he grins.

It’s always “zebra”. Every time it’s his turn, he says “zebra”. And it’s stinkin’ cute every time he does it.

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One of G’s classmates brought her umbrella to school today. Practical? Sure. Also a bane in the existence of a parent whose child does NOT have an umbrella. Why? Because all G could talk about on the drive home was how HE wanted an umbrella of his own. A yellow one.

I’ll be honest, actually having an umbrella for him is, in fact, kind of practical. So I told him that I would look for one the next day. Except that after we got home, he went nuts. Apparently the concept of “tomorrow” doesn’t exist in a toddler’s vocabulary. Tomorrow meant today, and more specifically, NOW. Normally I’d deal with the tantrum that was brewing, but given that it was early enough in the evening, S2 had just been fed and was quietly napping, I decided to take G on a shopping spree and get him his yellow umbrella.

You’d think that finding an umbrella during rain season would be easy. Well… not so much. Ok, finding an umbrella itself isn’t difficult, but finding a YELLOW umbrella as it turns out, is. A yellow, CHILDREN-sized umbrella? Impossible. We went to two stores tonight (Safeway and Walgreens), which in the past have had these adorable ducky-handle umbrellas. I thought, they for sure would have what I need. Not so much. Not even anything in yellow.

So we came home empty handed. G was placated by me showing him Dad’s blue umbrella, but I know I am now on a mission tomorrow to get him the darn yellow one.

Now where do I find this golden goose?

A year ago, I scavenged my local parks for fall foliage. I was surprised just how many of my local parks have ever greens. It’s fall, dang it. I wanna see some colors. Well, I found one, and had a really fun time taking pics of G amongst the leaves. This year, I wanted to go back, now that G was older, and take more pictures. I had high hopes, and grandiose plans that we could have a great photo shoot, again amongst the leaves, with G frolicking and throwing them up in the air. Clearly I’d forgotten who I’m dealing with, because the only thing that interested G were the fallen branches off the trees. Any interaction he had with the fallen leaves was to stir them up with his sticks. Oh well… maybe next year? But fear not, I shall not leave you without G cuteness.

I love these pants. The rear view is just too cute.

The park is right on the edge of the CalTrain tracks, so when a train rode right by, G went crazy nuts excited.

Auntie P spent the week-end with us too. She read to G a bit

And hold S2 (she’s been sick the last few weeks, so this was their first snuggle session)

Speaking of S2, here’s Little Dude enjoying his crib mobile