Monday, September 27, 2010
I honestly don’t know what possesses him to bang his head against walls, or jump off the sofa (repeatedly). And I don’t know why he wants to climb to the top of the highest jungle gym at the park or why he thinks sitting on his bouncy ball and bouncing won’t end up in him falling.
I just don’t get it.
Everyone says, “boys will be boys”…and maybe that’s it.
Or maybe… he’s bound to be a hockey player (although... that wouldn't be a very accepting environment for his pink binky)
Or maybe … mommy needs to bubble wrap him.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
You see, Carter and had been practicing for weeks.
I’d say, “what is today?” and he’d respond, “Daddy’s burfday!”
And I’d say, “so what do we eat?” and he’d respond, “happy cake!”
And I’d say, “and what do we sing to daddy?” and he’d start into song, “happy burfday daddy…happy burfday daddy…happy happy happy daddddy!”
And all I needed was to catch it on video. And I tried…and tried…and tried.
But every time the camera went on…he would use it as his opportunity to tell me something else.
First attempt: “Mommy, new monkey tattoo” (he obviously doesn’t have real tattoos…I bought him temporary tattoos for his birthday and let him have one on his arm every so often as a special treat…nice huh? I’m teaching my kid that tattoos are treats…sigh)
Second attempt: “Nana Papa? Nana Papa each in itchy-gan” (read: I want Nana and Papa to bring me to the beach in Michigan)
Third attempt: “Mama, Baby Avery change – poo pot.” (read: I pooped myself…and need to be changed…but I can’t quite admit it – because you’ll use it as an opportunity to talk to me about that stupid potty…so I am going to blame that horrible poop smell on Avery…and hope that you can read between the lines)
Fourth attempt (Chad was actually home at this point) and well ... i’ll just show you how this attempt went
So, happy (belated) birthday Chad. I love you
p.s. I hope you like your present!!
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
I guess I wasn’t thinking when I saw the “flu shots today” sign out in front of the drug store.
I was there for something else entirely. Something I picked up at Carter’s school ... from some stinky, snot-nosed kid who’s stinky, snot-nosed parent brought them to school sick.
Have I mentioned that Carter’s in school before? I’ll get into the reasons that we put him in pre-preschool later (because trust me … I agonized over the reasons for a long long time).
The up side of school: he loves it.
The downside: sick … snotty … kids.
Some snot-nosed kid is always bringing some snot-nosed sickness to school and spreading it all around to the rest of the snot-nosed kids … so that they can bring it home and infect their unsuspecting parents.
And I do my best to tell him to not touch his mouth, his eyes and other kids mouths (and other kids other things), and I wash his hands when we leave, I disinfect everything, and I do my best to not bring him to school when he’s sick (and if I get my hands on the parents that continually bring their sick kids to school… Heads. Will. Roll.).
So, I picked up pink eye. Strangely ... Carter did not. Just me. So, now…I’m the stinky, snot-nosed parent walking my kid into school … with a huge red swollen eye that is very noticeable.
And yes … I know that it’s noticeable. I’m not just being vain or insecure. I know this because the nurse practitioner this morning walked past me in the waiting room … and halfway through her sentence “so is everyone here for a flu shot…” she stopped and looked at me and said “except you … you’re clearly here for pink eye…” and then kept walking.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
We actually put him in his big boy bed quite awhile ago (I just haven’t blogged about it yet…I was too busy blogging about things that I’m curious about…that clearly interests nobody).
The big boy bed was up there on the list of things that scare the shit out of me. The list also includes things like:
- cold turkey-ing him on the world of no-more-binkies
- cold turkey-ing him on the world of no-more-diapers
- taking away his sippies and having him drink from a cup
- amish people (I am freakishly fascinated with amish people – yet…they scare the shit outta me…something’s up with them…it just is)
- shaving the cat down again (I feel like he may retaliate this time)
- tall escalators (they’re just freaky and …tall…and what the hell are they really attached to that makes them strong enough?)
- realtors. Maybe they don’t scare me as much as infuriate me. Maybe it’s more that I am scared of how I will act around them. They make me irrationally angry.
You know…stuff like that.
As for the big boy bed though – I will admit…I was scared. I honestly thought the world would come to a screeching halt and we would all be swallowed up into a black hole – created by the screams of an angry and overly sleepy 2 year old that refused to sleep in his big boy bed.
Instead though, he happily climbed into his bed, listened to his book … and WENT TO BED. He went to bed people. He just rolled over and went to bed.
He acted up more the day I bought him new sheets.
I’m not sure what to think of this. Does this mean he can handle change? I don’t know. My little guy is all about order, categorizing everything, and NO CHANGE in his environment. I mean …he can’t even handle new foods lately.
Here is my best example of Carter’s need for order:
I brought him to JumpYard today to play with his buddy Bradley. Now, JumpYard is a HUGE indoor playground of inflatable bounce houses, slides, etc etc.
And what did Carter do? He found the little plastic kitchen and reorganized all of the items in the cupboards and fake fridge before he could comfortably play in the rest of the playground area. That’s my Carter. He likes order.
He also put fake food in a little shopping cart and pushed it around for awhile. Maybe he hangs out with mommy too much.
But … apparently he can find order in his new big boy bed. And for that…I am proud of you little man. You are growing up so fast.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
What does this say about my family (read: me)?
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
All of the CPT “campus” opened up to various types of performance art (on what seemed like a million stages), spontaneous roaming theatrical performances (the Greene/Medcalf Movement Project's 'Reflections Of ...' was potentially one of the most beautiful performances I have ever seen), an aerial dance,
I’ll leave it at – it was wonderful. A wonderful event. A wonderful theatre. And obviously, a wonderful place to see future plays (see the CTP website for a full schedule of events).
A good take away and a good thing to always remember…donate to the arts. Local and national.
A few places to read about the event:
Cleveland Public Theatre’s Website:
And, as always…I was not compensated to say these things. I did get a ticket from Trad…but that’s just because I’m fabulous – and a rockin’ date… not because I write things that people tell me to (nobody told me what to write…nobody even tried to). So take that FCC
Friday, September 10, 2010
I, however, tend to freak out that he will spontaneously combust if he doesn’t get enough fruits and veggies too. So I have been mixing vegetables into his mac and cheese and hoping that at least some of it gets eaten. But my little guy is pretty clever – and he tends to notice when I sneak things onto his plate. So I have started to try more tricks. DVR-ed dora episodes, games during meals (flash cards (yea yea...I do flash cards with him...it helps his speech), and I have even let him have a matchbox car (or two) at the table…anything to keep him entertained enough to not notice the various non-beige foods I am trying to sneak by him.
But, in giving him toys at the table…I guess I should expect some food/toy messes. Here is one of the latest games he plays:
He loads up his dump truck with mac and cheese, drives it around his plate, he backs it up to the end of the table (while making beeping noises) and then dumps it into his mouth. Oh well, I can't think of any news stories where kids died from too much mac and cheese - or eating mac and cheese out of a toy truck...can you?
Three years ago (and a little over a week ago) we got married, on the terrace of a beautiful club just outside of downtown Cleveland, on the perfect summer’s day – in front of our family and friends (and some random club members that crashed our party and drank our Corona).
Fast forward three years – and we have two beautiful children,two pretty ok pets (I’m iffy about you brutus…stop coughing up hair balls all over and you will be upgraded),a great house in the ‘burbs, and wonderful family and friends.
To celebrate our anniversary, we went to the Greenhouse Tavern in downtown Cleveland.If you haven’t eaten there yet (and you live in the area or plan to come to the area) – you MUST EAT THERE. I love love love that restaurant.
AND – because he is still as wonderful as the day that we got married – Chad sent me flowers – from (who I think is) the best florist in town – Michael Day at Flowerville (216-932-7550).
I love you Chad! Happy (belated) Anniversary!
FYI: I was not compensated or even heavily persuaded to say any of the complimentary things about any of the businesses (or my husband) in this post … they are all just my opinions…and I like to share opinions…if you hadn’t noticed.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
When I got Carter out of bed, he immediately called me a “bad dog” and smacked me. Which resulted in a long talk about hitting, feelings and name calling…and of course a two year old testing his limits, and a time out – all before 8am.
This event was quickly followed by me rushing to get Carter to school on time (why am I always running 15 minutes behind schedule - and what's the big deal if a 2 year old gets to pre-preschool on time? Will he miss some life-changing rendition of "the wheels on the bus?"), getting thrown-up on by Avery (yet continuing to wear the outfit), getting both kids to the car, bringing both kids back in to change Carter pants, bringing both kids back out to the car, bringing both kids back in to change Avery’s pants, bringing both kids back to the car, Carter smacking me IN THE FACE and then LAUGHING when I was fastening him into his car seat, bringing both kids back into the house for a Carter time out…and you see where I am going with this.
It was one of those days that tire you out – but you don’t necessarily feel that you have accomplished anything. Ever have one of those?
Sadly, I was happy that I accomplished: vacuuming (downstairs), 4 loads of laundry, cleaning the kitchen, calling Gymboree (to gripe at them for continuing to charge me for a membership that I cancelled months ago), getting a bachelorette gift for a girlfriends bachelorette party (oh yea – I brought my 3 month old to an adult store…I’m classy), talking to a friend on the phone (hi Chris!), keeping both kids from spontaneously combusting for one more day, this lame (and ridiculously boring blog post), and having dinner on the table (leftovers).
Oh my god…I just blogged about doing laundry, being pooped on and left-overs! I’M SO LAME. PLEASE SEND HELP. I NEED TO GET OUT MORE
In other news...this is why having days like this are no biggie. Their awesomeness abounds...