There are nights as a mom that you are sooooo deep in sleep the calls from down the hall seem like a dream. This was me last night.
Somewhere in my head I was attending a really odd wedding involving people I didn't even socialize with in high school. There we flag people doing a routine outside the church and the guests were asked to guess the weight of the couples first child...yeah, yeah...WEIRD.
Then, Trent was calling from somewhere....mommy? nommy? Nope....NUMMMIES! Nummmies!
Groggy-brained mommy slowly filtered this information.
1. Open eye-ball and assess daylight: NONE
2. Turn head and look at clock: 5am!
3. Listen again to truly determine what he is saying: Nummmmmmies!
OMG! He woke up at 5am and is hungry? He is SO going back to sleep. This is unacceptable.
Wake up Rich and inform him of his progeny's crazy request. Go get him milk please.
Stagger to nursery. Arrive to find one happy bouncing child. 'Mak?!'
In a minute buddy, daddy is getting it.
Find that he had a primary reason for waking up....soaked in pee. Sighhh, stupid diaper leak. Change diaper. Change pajama pants. Sit in glider and wait for 'Mak' to show up.
Daddy arrives, ''Here you go buddy. Are you hungry?''
Trent, 'Nummies. Da doo''
At least he remembered to be polite at 5am.
Monday, January 30, 2012
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Words...more of them
Trent is getting to be such a little talker!
This week he learned to say 'Meeeesssss' in reference to toys all over the room. Not that he's helping clean them up any time soon.
He also told me, 'mommmeeee! Bee beek Mak' Translated: Mommy, microwave(beep beep) milk. The small sentences are starting.
This week he learned to say 'Meeeesssss' in reference to toys all over the room. Not that he's helping clean them up any time soon.
He also told me, 'mommmeeee! Bee beek Mak' Translated: Mommy, microwave(beep beep) milk. The small sentences are starting.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Just for Girls
Saying a shocking hello to the birds and bees conversation, at least a very edited version!
Nora discovered her vagina about two years ago while we were potty training. At the time, she went on a diatribe about it but we didn't need to go beyond 'God made you that way.' Rich and I were dying with laughter at the time because of her normal toddler curiosity. The why? Why it's big?
Tonight, I had to go further in the explanation.
Nora: Mommy, I have a hole right there, why? (At this point she is sitting in a not so lady-like position inspecting herself)
Me: Because girls are made that way.
Nora: Not boys? Daddy doesn't have a hole?
Me: No. God made girls special so we could be mommy's. (Me begging in my head that she doesn't ask me to elaborate on that!)
Nora: Ms. Bev and Ms. Jenni are girls and mommies. (these are her preschool teachers)
Me: Yes.
Nora: All girls have holes, boys don't have holes. That's so silly!
At this point, I'm imagining her going to preschool and announcing. ''Girls have holes and boys have peanuts'' akin to the kid in 'Kindergarten Cop'. Peanuts is her name for brother's penis.
Oh my! Didn't realize I would be faced with questions like this at four!
Nora discovered her vagina about two years ago while we were potty training. At the time, she went on a diatribe about it but we didn't need to go beyond 'God made you that way.' Rich and I were dying with laughter at the time because of her normal toddler curiosity. The why? Why it's big?
Tonight, I had to go further in the explanation.
Nora: Mommy, I have a hole right there, why? (At this point she is sitting in a not so lady-like position inspecting herself)
Me: Because girls are made that way.
Nora: Not boys? Daddy doesn't have a hole?
Me: No. God made girls special so we could be mommy's. (Me begging in my head that she doesn't ask me to elaborate on that!)
Nora: Ms. Bev and Ms. Jenni are girls and mommies. (these are her preschool teachers)
Me: Yes.
Nora: All girls have holes, boys don't have holes. That's so silly!
At this point, I'm imagining her going to preschool and announcing. ''Girls have holes and boys have peanuts'' akin to the kid in 'Kindergarten Cop'. Peanuts is her name for brother's penis.
Oh my! Didn't realize I would be faced with questions like this at four!
Monday, January 23, 2012
ALL Boy day
Trent decided that it was time to prove how tough and strong he was yesterday.
For his first feat, one of strength as he single handedly broke the door off my dresser! The top drawer was out slightly and he was trying to close the outer door. He is either a ridiculously strong 18 mth. old or there was a sweet spot in the wood. It gave and split right off the hinge. My ears couldn't identify the sound of splitting wood fast enough to stop him. The ferocious little grunt he put behind the effort was extremely cute....I remind myself, he was just trying to help.
I lost track of Trent upstairs in the chaos of assessing my dresser door and removing it from the hinges. FOUND him. Second boy feat....eat toilet paper after dunking it in the toilet. He will defy the germs, mock them even. Gross, gross gross!
I need to get some things done before heading off to tennis, so I sent the kids out to the garage with Rich. He was setting up his new workbench from Home Depot. A combination birthday and Xmas gift. Yea, for no more door supported two saw horses!
I was now in the kitchen finishing potato salad for the tennis match when I hear screaming from the garage. Trent, the job foreman, had placed himself under the workbench to supervise....and it collapsed. Daddy to the rescue on this one. Rich sacrificed his back and shoulder to save our boy. Once again, I remind myself he was just trying to help.
Down for nap...no more excitement.
And he wakes up from nap and decides to climb the bathroom stool to get a toothbrush. Fine. Little man is obsessed with tooth hygiene. Fine, until he slips off the back of the stool, lands on his butt and sends his noggin flying back into the tile floor. Ohhhhhh, the tears. Rich swears he heard his skull crack, not so much.
So this is life with a boy. All adventures and owies.
For his first feat, one of strength as he single handedly broke the door off my dresser! The top drawer was out slightly and he was trying to close the outer door. He is either a ridiculously strong 18 mth. old or there was a sweet spot in the wood. It gave and split right off the hinge. My ears couldn't identify the sound of splitting wood fast enough to stop him. The ferocious little grunt he put behind the effort was extremely cute....I remind myself, he was just trying to help.
I lost track of Trent upstairs in the chaos of assessing my dresser door and removing it from the hinges. FOUND him. Second boy feat....eat toilet paper after dunking it in the toilet. He will defy the germs, mock them even. Gross, gross gross!
I need to get some things done before heading off to tennis, so I sent the kids out to the garage with Rich. He was setting up his new workbench from Home Depot. A combination birthday and Xmas gift. Yea, for no more door supported two saw horses!
I was now in the kitchen finishing potato salad for the tennis match when I hear screaming from the garage. Trent, the job foreman, had placed himself under the workbench to supervise....and it collapsed. Daddy to the rescue on this one. Rich sacrificed his back and shoulder to save our boy. Once again, I remind myself he was just trying to help.
Down for nap...no more excitement.
And he wakes up from nap and decides to climb the bathroom stool to get a toothbrush. Fine. Little man is obsessed with tooth hygiene. Fine, until he slips off the back of the stool, lands on his butt and sends his noggin flying back into the tile floor. Ohhhhhh, the tears. Rich swears he heard his skull crack, not so much.
So this is life with a boy. All adventures and owies.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Carpe Blah!
Better than I could have ever said it. Stolen from Jenni's FB page.
http://momastery.com/blog/2012/01/04/2011-lesson-2-dont-carpe-diem/
http://momastery.com/blog/2012/01/04/2011-lesson-2-dont-carpe-diem/
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Awesome Book List
Just plugging this one into my blog so I can keep track of the link.
http://www.peopleiwanttopunchinthethroat.com/2012/01/book-recommendations.html
I finally found goodreads.com....awesome.
http://www.peopleiwanttopunchinthethroat.com/2012/01/book-recommendations.html
I finally found goodreads.com....awesome.
Monday, January 9, 2012
Kids...
A fly by posting just to document some of the kiddos happenings..
OMG!
I just had to tell Nora, ''If you ask me one. more. time. I'm throwing it away''
In regards to her wanting to open her star full of colored sand and play 'pixie dust' with it. I would like to add I'd told her 'no, no, NO, NOOOOO, and NOOOOOOOOO' all before the threat. I didn't even yell, just became more emphatic.
On a better note with Nora, we did have this cute conversation at bedtime last night.
Mommy, you have hairs in your nose. Why are there hairs in there?
Because they keep the dirt out of your nose.
And bugs? (giggle)
Yes, and they keep bugs from going up your nose into your brain! (Me being silly and ticking her head)
If I close my eyes, I could see the bug in my head.
Really?
Nooooooo, I was being silly. (Then she delivers this line..in a serious tone) If I close my eyes, I see space.
Coool!
Yeah, it's neat.
OMG!
I just had to tell Nora, ''If you ask me one. more. time. I'm throwing it away''
In regards to her wanting to open her star full of colored sand and play 'pixie dust' with it. I would like to add I'd told her 'no, no, NO, NOOOOO, and NOOOOOOOOO' all before the threat. I didn't even yell, just became more emphatic.
On a better note with Nora, we did have this cute conversation at bedtime last night.
Mommy, you have hairs in your nose. Why are there hairs in there?
Because they keep the dirt out of your nose.
And bugs? (giggle)
Yes, and they keep bugs from going up your nose into your brain! (Me being silly and ticking her head)
If I close my eyes, I could see the bug in my head.
Really?
Nooooooo, I was being silly. (Then she delivers this line..in a serious tone) If I close my eyes, I see space.
Coool!
Yeah, it's neat.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Memories that Stick.
Over the holiday, some girlfriends and I were talking about our kiddos.
Nora came home from preschool one day after Thanksgiving with a sheet of paper starting...''The thing I am most grateful for is.....my daddy''
She's a daddy's girl, so I wasn't surprised. He is her everything, the first and most important man in her life. One day, I know Rich will get teary placing her hand in anothers....
Imparting this to friends, an older friend reminisced about finding a box in her attic with her sons school work. There was a sheet of paper, much like Nora's asking, ''What does your mommy do?'' His answer appalled her, ''mommy cleans''. Her advice, don't get too caught up in arbitrary things YOU think are important. That's what kids remember.'
The flight of the cleaning bee had just happened before this party. Spotless happens only when it has too.
Cleaning has never been a major focus for me. Organized clutter is a more accurate description of our home. Which makes it even funnier that my closest girlfriend calls me Martha Stewart, granted she is obsessed with cleaning and can't cook. Together we would make a pretty good team.
At the end of the day, all I want is happy kids and a content husband. Older mommies try to tell me I will miss the clutter of toys or finger smudges on my french doors. Maybe. Those smudges and clutter tell me how much fun they were having exploring.
Right now, there are smudgy chocolate finger prints downstairs. Sister snuck us our first chocolate. Big smiles with chocolate ooze. Giggles of sneakiness from my kiddos.
Giggle from mommy as I walk by and see the reminder to cherish this time.
Nora came home from preschool one day after Thanksgiving with a sheet of paper starting...''The thing I am most grateful for is.....my daddy''
She's a daddy's girl, so I wasn't surprised. He is her everything, the first and most important man in her life. One day, I know Rich will get teary placing her hand in anothers....
Imparting this to friends, an older friend reminisced about finding a box in her attic with her sons school work. There was a sheet of paper, much like Nora's asking, ''What does your mommy do?'' His answer appalled her, ''mommy cleans''. Her advice, don't get too caught up in arbitrary things YOU think are important. That's what kids remember.'
The flight of the cleaning bee had just happened before this party. Spotless happens only when it has too.
Cleaning has never been a major focus for me. Organized clutter is a more accurate description of our home. Which makes it even funnier that my closest girlfriend calls me Martha Stewart, granted she is obsessed with cleaning and can't cook. Together we would make a pretty good team.
At the end of the day, all I want is happy kids and a content husband. Older mommies try to tell me I will miss the clutter of toys or finger smudges on my french doors. Maybe. Those smudges and clutter tell me how much fun they were having exploring.
Right now, there are smudgy chocolate finger prints downstairs. Sister snuck us our first chocolate. Big smiles with chocolate ooze. Giggles of sneakiness from my kiddos.
Giggle from mommy as I walk by and see the reminder to cherish this time.
Words!
We did this with Nora at 15 mths as well...The final list of words Trent knows, because soon they will number too many.
Kitty - YEooooW
Daddy - Dahhh eeee
Nora - Nah Nah
Andrew - Ah dew (Nora said Handu)
Balloon - Boooo
Ball - Ba
Blanket - Be be
Shoes
Duck - Duh
Puppy - Puhpuh
Orange - onch
Banana - Nana
Milk - Mak
Juice - Juesss
Cheese - Chess
Noodle - na nool
spoon/fork - spoo
Numma Numma - When he wants a bite of something.
Hands - Ans
Nose
Uppies - Up Bees
Stuck - Stuhhh
Outside - Owwww
What's this - Wha dis?
What's that - Wha dat?
Sit down - Se dow
Help - eppp
Down - Dow!
Night - nigh nigh
Thank you - Day doo!
Uh -Oh!
Roaarrr! - the sound a dinosaur makes
WOW
WHOA
WEE - most often said in reference to swings
No
Hi
Bye
Ouch
Mine - mY My
Train - Choo Choo
broom - boom
Box
Books - Boos
Brush - bus
Buttons - buts
socks - sux
Kitty - YEooooW
Daddy - Dahhh eeee
Nora - Nah Nah
Andrew - Ah dew (Nora said Handu)
Balloon - Boooo
Ball - Ba
Blanket - Be be
Shoes
Duck - Duh
Puppy - Puhpuh
Orange - onch
Banana - Nana
Milk - Mak
Juice - Juesss
Cheese - Chess
Noodle - na nool
spoon/fork - spoo
Numma Numma - When he wants a bite of something.
Hands - Ans
Nose
Uppies - Up Bees
Stuck - Stuhhh
Outside - Owwww
What's this - Wha dis?
What's that - Wha dat?
Sit down - Se dow
Help - eppp
Down - Dow!
Night - nigh nigh
Thank you - Day doo!
Uh -Oh!
Roaarrr! - the sound a dinosaur makes
WOW
WHOA
WEE - most often said in reference to swings
No
Hi
Bye
Ouch
Mine - mY My
Train - Choo Choo
broom - boom
Box
Books - Boos
Brush - bus
Buttons - buts
socks - sux
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