"Mommy you get two sticker for playing with me. Daddy you get two stickers for playing with Logan."
Who says Parenthood doesn't pay?
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"Mommy I wear a necklace. That one's beautiful. I want that one. Oh look Mommy, we match."
Mmmhmmm. And Daddy's blood pressure just skyrocketed.
"Daddy, I see your blood? I see your blood preshure?"
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Little Man referring to John by pointing to him with his thumb:
"This kid is cracking us up Mommy".
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John is attempting to read to Little Man who is more interested in throwing puppy at my face so I grab puppy and hide him behind my back.
Go sit down and listen to your father.
"I'm trying to." he tells me as he struggles to pull puppy from behind me, "but you aren't helping out my cause."
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Oh Mr. Literal Be Careful of the Phrase
I brace myself for a rough day based on the rough night we had.
In this instance I love being proven wrong.
He had a great day even if he did have to deal with parents who were trying desperately to get things done around the house instead of dedicating 100% of their time to playing with him. As compensation, he was allowed some computer time earlier this evening. He likes the puzzle where you have to place the States on the map.
John was asking him what each State was based on the shape. He stumbled over Massachusetts which he normally gets. John decided to provide a hint:
Where does Amah live?
"In her house."
And Mr. Literal himself is schooled.
In this instance I love being proven wrong.
He had a great day even if he did have to deal with parents who were trying desperately to get things done around the house instead of dedicating 100% of their time to playing with him. As compensation, he was allowed some computer time earlier this evening. He likes the puzzle where you have to place the States on the map.
John was asking him what each State was based on the shape. He stumbled over Massachusetts which he normally gets. John decided to provide a hint:
Where does Amah live?
"In her house."
And Mr. Literal himself is schooled.
Fish House
Talk about an emotional roller coaster last night.
First I spent a good 20-30 minutes trying not to cry with Little Man. He woke around midnight and wouldn't go back to sleep. He had a horrible cough and complained of stomach pains. I kept a Tupperware container handy but luckily, didn't need to make use of it. He sat in his bed crying and there was nothing I could do. Well, the cough medicine helped the cough but the stomach pains had me a bit flummoxed.
This kid was so miserable he said no to coming into our room and sleeping in our bed. He just laid in bed crying "My stomach hurts mommy and I don't know what to do to make it feel better". I didn't know what to do either and was feeling like a failure.
A bottle of water later to help ease the cough and his stomach seemed to calm as well. Now he's feeling good enough to take me up on my offer to come sleep in our room.
I knew that was a mistake.
A bottle of water and pull ups do NOT mix. At least not with this kid.
I finally fall asleep sometime after 2 only to have John wake me at a little after 4. The poor kid had peed through. I'm trying to change him in his sleep but of course he wakes up. I try to send him to his room so I can strip our bed and remake it but he decides he must help. Surprisingly, it went must faster. Less than 30 minutes later we are all climbing back into bed. Less than 30 seconds later my darling son is having a temper tantrum because I asked him to scoot over and give me some room on the bed.
Excuse me but didn't I stay up with you? Didn't I try to make you feel better? Didn't I just change you out of soaking wet pjs? Didn't I let you sleep half on top of me because you weren't feeling well and all the while - coughing in my face? This is how you pay me back? FINE! Here - you may have the WHOLE bed. Well at least the whole that is my half.
And off in a huff I go to the basement completely regretting ever giving up the guest bedroom for his playroom. Incredibly mature, I know but what do you expect on 2 hours of sleep?
2 hours later and I'm still awake. I figure it is enough time for my boys to be deep asleep and sure enough they are both snoring loud enough to be heard at a Metallica concert.
2.5 hours later and I'm up yet again changing Little Man out of another set of PJs and stripping my bed. Last set of sheets so I guess we are up for the day.
I'll admit I wasn't really looking forward to this day considering how it started but off we go to get Little Man some breakfast and the adults some espresso. Little Man comes up to me holding his place mat.
"Look Mommy - it has lots of maps".
Yes dear. It is a map of the United States.
"It's lots of maps Mommy".
Yes dear. It shows all the States. Do you remember which State you live in?
"I live in my fish house."
Mulligan accepted. I can face the day.
First I spent a good 20-30 minutes trying not to cry with Little Man. He woke around midnight and wouldn't go back to sleep. He had a horrible cough and complained of stomach pains. I kept a Tupperware container handy but luckily, didn't need to make use of it. He sat in his bed crying and there was nothing I could do. Well, the cough medicine helped the cough but the stomach pains had me a bit flummoxed.
This kid was so miserable he said no to coming into our room and sleeping in our bed. He just laid in bed crying "My stomach hurts mommy and I don't know what to do to make it feel better". I didn't know what to do either and was feeling like a failure.
A bottle of water later to help ease the cough and his stomach seemed to calm as well. Now he's feeling good enough to take me up on my offer to come sleep in our room.
I knew that was a mistake.
A bottle of water and pull ups do NOT mix. At least not with this kid.
I finally fall asleep sometime after 2 only to have John wake me at a little after 4. The poor kid had peed through. I'm trying to change him in his sleep but of course he wakes up. I try to send him to his room so I can strip our bed and remake it but he decides he must help. Surprisingly, it went must faster. Less than 30 minutes later we are all climbing back into bed. Less than 30 seconds later my darling son is having a temper tantrum because I asked him to scoot over and give me some room on the bed.
Excuse me but didn't I stay up with you? Didn't I try to make you feel better? Didn't I just change you out of soaking wet pjs? Didn't I let you sleep half on top of me because you weren't feeling well and all the while - coughing in my face? This is how you pay me back? FINE! Here - you may have the WHOLE bed. Well at least the whole that is my half.
And off in a huff I go to the basement completely regretting ever giving up the guest bedroom for his playroom. Incredibly mature, I know but what do you expect on 2 hours of sleep?
2 hours later and I'm still awake. I figure it is enough time for my boys to be deep asleep and sure enough they are both snoring loud enough to be heard at a Metallica concert.
2.5 hours later and I'm up yet again changing Little Man out of another set of PJs and stripping my bed. Last set of sheets so I guess we are up for the day.
I'll admit I wasn't really looking forward to this day considering how it started but off we go to get Little Man some breakfast and the adults some espresso. Little Man comes up to me holding his place mat.
"Look Mommy - it has lots of maps".
Yes dear. It is a map of the United States.
"It's lots of maps Mommy".
Yes dear. It shows all the States. Do you remember which State you live in?
"I live in my fish house."
Mulligan accepted. I can face the day.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Logically Understanding
Usually when I lecture John, Little Man comes running to his defense.
"You know talk to Daddy that way!"
This time, I guess I was able to keep my tone a tad less lecturing as Little Man came running to add his 2 cents and agree with me.
"You have to do it Daddy because you can do it".
How can you argue with such logic?
He loves to tell us what needs to be done and is so rational about it all, so calm yet smacking the back on one hand into the palm of the other for emphasis.
He has great ideas and they must be followed because that is the law.
I love listening to him but every now and then we have a setback as I end up having trouble understanding him. Today he walked down the stairs jabbering away excitedly about going to Bed, Bath and Beyond with me.
What I heard:
"When we go to da effing bomb Mommy".
"You know talk to Daddy that way!"
This time, I guess I was able to keep my tone a tad less lecturing as Little Man came running to add his 2 cents and agree with me.
"You have to do it Daddy because you can do it".
How can you argue with such logic?
He loves to tell us what needs to be done and is so rational about it all, so calm yet smacking the back on one hand into the palm of the other for emphasis.
He has great ideas and they must be followed because that is the law.
I love listening to him but every now and then we have a setback as I end up having trouble understanding him. Today he walked down the stairs jabbering away excitedly about going to Bed, Bath and Beyond with me.
What I heard:
"When we go to da effing bomb Mommy".
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