Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
What you sayin'?
MRA has a large vocabulary and just the other day, his new teachers commented on his speech, in particular, the clarity of his speech.
So, I sometimes forget that other people cannot always understand all of MRA's words.
The other day MRA grabbed my cheeks (as I was talking to my girlfriend) and said something that sound like mocknche. Of course, I knew that Daddy had bought him mac -n-cheese for lunch and figured out that he wanted some.
When I responded by telling him that we would get more mac-n-cheese in a few minutes, my girlfriend said, "Oh, mac-n-cheese. I thought he was telling you that you had monkey cheeks."
Which made me wonder what monkey cheeks look like and whether or not I need new blush?
So, I sometimes forget that other people cannot always understand all of MRA's words.
The other day MRA grabbed my cheeks (as I was talking to my girlfriend) and said something that sound like mocknche. Of course, I knew that Daddy had bought him mac -n-cheese for lunch and figured out that he wanted some.
When I responded by telling him that we would get more mac-n-cheese in a few minutes, my girlfriend said, "Oh, mac-n-cheese. I thought he was telling you that you had monkey cheeks."
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
The limits of my maternal sacrifice
I have a pet peeve. It is a fairly recent peeve. One that arrived shortly after the onset of motherhood. I have told no one of this peeve because it seems so trivial but today... today, I have reached my limits.
For those of you that are moms, you know that there are numerous things that you give up after becoming a mother. And, I feel that I have handled many of these things fairly well.
1. I cannot remember what it is like to eat without a person sitting on me.
2. I have taken the attitude that my clothes are much more interesting with cheese, pudding, and/or ketchup all over them. This a direct result of #1 above.
3. I don't need styling products for my hair anymore as I only get to wash it two or three times a week and inevitably those are the days that ASA spits up, almost always in my hair. Who knew that spit up was better than Bumble and Bumble and FREE, no less.
4. I regularly walk around wearing only one slipper because Cooper, in an effort for more attention, takes the other slipper and usually sits on the stairs with it hanging out of his mouth, taunting me, as if to say, "Come and get it - I dare you - and as soon as you make a move toward me, I'm gonna bolt." Its easier just to walk around with one slipper.
5. My house used to be clean, no, actually immaculate. Now, hahahaha.
6. These days, any reference to being dirty in the bedroom refers to the fact that there are usually several dirty diapers on the bed or dresser (and not because I left them there) as well as chocolate milk stains on the pillows and maybe some muffin crumbs in between the sheets -thank you MRA. But all this is ok because now clean sheet night is so exciting it is almost a reason to open a bottle of wine.
But I have my limits and they start with the dishwasher.
You see, there is a little shelf on the top rack that folds up and down. Before having children, I did not know what to do with the rack. But, then again, before children we probably ran the dishwasher one a week - tops.
After said children arrived, I discovered that the little shelf was perfect for holding bottle parts, random toys, little bowls and all those little things that we now wash. The problem is that no one else has figured out that if you put short things on that side of the dishwasher you can use the shelf. So I find myself re-organizing the dirty dishes in the dishwasher - moving the little pieces and parts and short things from one side to the other to maximize space.
Why am I the only one that gets this?
It may be trivial but it sure is annoying.
For those of you that are moms, you know that there are numerous things that you give up after becoming a mother. And, I feel that I have handled many of these things fairly well.
1. I cannot remember what it is like to eat without a person sitting on me.
2. I have taken the attitude that my clothes are much more interesting with cheese, pudding, and/or ketchup all over them. This a direct result of #1 above.
3. I don't need styling products for my hair anymore as I only get to wash it two or three times a week and inevitably those are the days that ASA spits up, almost always in my hair. Who knew that spit up was better than Bumble and Bumble and FREE, no less.
4. I regularly walk around wearing only one slipper because Cooper, in an effort for more attention, takes the other slipper and usually sits on the stairs with it hanging out of his mouth, taunting me, as if to say, "Come and get it - I dare you - and as soon as you make a move toward me, I'm gonna bolt." Its easier just to walk around with one slipper.
5. My house used to be clean, no, actually immaculate. Now, hahahaha.
6. These days, any reference to being dirty in the bedroom refers to the fact that there are usually several dirty diapers on the bed or dresser (and not because I left them there) as well as chocolate milk stains on the pillows and maybe some muffin crumbs in between the sheets -thank you MRA. But all this is ok because now clean sheet night is so exciting it is almost a reason to open a bottle of wine.
But I have my limits and they start with the dishwasher.
You see, there is a little shelf on the top rack that folds up and down. Before having children, I did not know what to do with the rack. But, then again, before children we probably ran the dishwasher one a week - tops.
After said children arrived, I discovered that the little shelf was perfect for holding bottle parts, random toys, little bowls and all those little things that we now wash. The problem is that no one else has figured out that if you put short things on that side of the dishwasher you can use the shelf. So I find myself re-organizing the dirty dishes in the dishwasher - moving the little pieces and parts and short things from one side to the other to maximize space.
Why am I the only one that gets this?
It may be trivial but it sure is annoying.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Thursday, November 3, 2011
I Rock
MRA turned two years old on Tuesday. Its amazing how fast those years have gone. Its also amazing how much a child changes in such a short time.
Its easy to forget this but having ASA in the house provides for a constant reminder.
Anyway, Nana and Babba A. gave MRA a rocking horse for his birthday. Apparently, this is a hot item as it took me more than a month to track down a white one (I still didn't get the one with the white mane!).
The gift came a day late, which was actually more fun as it was a bigger surprise for him.
We assembled the horse (with a freaking allen wrench - why, oh why, can't these manufacturers just use a regular screw) and snuck it into MRA's room while he was sleeping.
This morning, as soon as he saw it, he was excited. We made coffee this morning so we were with it enough to take a little video.
After the initial ride, he figured out how to rock without touching the rails. We had a hard time getting him off it to do things like, ooooh, uh, get dressed. Seriously, the kiddo would have stayed in a wet diaper all day to ride the horse.
And, being the sweet little guy that he is, he kissed it and petted it and said hi to it every time he walked back in the room.
Its easy to forget this but having ASA in the house provides for a constant reminder.
Anyway, Nana and Babba A. gave MRA a rocking horse for his birthday. Apparently, this is a hot item as it took me more than a month to track down a white one (I still didn't get the one with the white mane!).
The gift came a day late, which was actually more fun as it was a bigger surprise for him.
We assembled the horse (with a freaking allen wrench - why, oh why, can't these manufacturers just use a regular screw) and snuck it into MRA's room while he was sleeping.
This morning, as soon as he saw it, he was excited. We made coffee this morning so we were with it enough to take a little video.
After the initial ride, he figured out how to rock without touching the rails. We had a hard time getting him off it to do things like, ooooh, uh, get dressed. Seriously, the kiddo would have stayed in a wet diaper all day to ride the horse.
And, being the sweet little guy that he is, he kissed it and petted it and said hi to it every time he walked back in the room.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
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