Bathroom Vegas Style

Katie D.

Me: Colby, did you poop?

Colby: Just a tiny little poop!

Me: Did you pee?

Colby: Yeah Mom, I peed everywhere! On the rug, on my legs, on the shower curtain!

Me: Awesome budy, don't forget to flush!

If only the bathroom was like Vegas, what happens in the bathroom stays in the bathroom!

There are no words...

Andrew (in a tiny little non-Andrew voice):  help

Me:  What Andrew I'm downstairs helping daddy?

Andrew:  help

Joe:  What is it Andrew?  Mommy is helping daddy hold trim for a second

Andrew:  help

Me:  Ok I'm coming

Me (as I reach the top of the stairs):  Oh Dear God

Andrew:  I'm stuck and I'm scared

 

 

Also please note that I handed him his clothes and told him to get dressed.  It appeared logical to him to put on his long sleeve shirt first and his undershirt on top of it.  Oh well it was Sunday and we weren't going anywhere.

 



List for Santa

Katie D.

Poor Santa, he has his hands full this year. 

I’ve haphazardly said to Colby over the last few months that “sure, buddy, we’ll put it on the list for Santa!” Well, the list has grown and I thought that he would forget about some of the things on the list but nope!  Because I am in such good regards with Santa I have expressed my concern and he has told me to not go overboard. Of course Santa is right but keeping an almost 4 year old for going over the edge is hard. 

For example, today the family went to JCP to look at pj’s for the boys for when we go to the Polar Express in a couple of weeks. As I was distracted and tried on a coat, Colby spied a remote control helicopter.  He proceeded to show me, Lincoln and Tom and told us how much he wanted it.  I reminded him that we were just looking and then he asked if we could put it on the list.  As much as I wanted to say sure so that we could continue shopping and enjoying our morning I said,” I think we have enough on our list to Santa!” As you can imagine that didn’t go over well and the melt down ensued. 

Our fun family morning was over and we headed to home.  I was able to talk Colby off his cliff of insanity about the helicopter (with the help of candy and TV) but I’m positive it won’t be the last I’ll hear about it.  I can’t make Santa the bad guy so I guess I’ll have to do.  

*note, this is not an invitation to family to buy this toy for my child!

The Perfect Day... Until It Wasn't

Katie R.

This is the last weekend we don’t have plans before the New Year so we decided to get things done around the house, run errands, etc.  I originally wanted to go to Boston, but Joe reminded me that these ideas are always better in theory and I am sure he was right.

So we woke up the normal time and Joe worked on getting some trim done before we divided and conquered.  Joe and Wes went to the dump, Panera and home for a nap.  Andrew and I went everywhere.

With a 3 year old, especially my 3 year old, running errands is always questionable.  Physically he’s able to handle it; it’s the mental part that is the unknown.  First we went to a holiday bazaar close to our home.  It’s very small but we like to support the local churches, schools, businesses as much as possible so we stopped by. I found 2 necklaces, Andrew found a gift for his grandmas, he chose an ornament for “me-self”, a pumpkin whoopie pie, a US states game, a puzzle and then we scored the motherload, the Santa Claus and Mrs. Claus from Rudolph.  And our grand total for all of this $9. 

 

Santa and Mrs. Claus

In good spirits we headed to JCPennys to look for some curtains.  Fail.  Andrew was fine we just didn’t see any we liked.  Next we were off to Quechee for some Christmas gift shopping and lunch.  We were there for over 2 hours and Andrew was perfect.  Yes, you heard me correctly, I couldn’t believe he was my child.  He listened to everything I said, sat and ate his lunch like an angel and we shopped for hours.  We made one more stop on the way home which again took over an hour and again he was great.

Riding an "antique" Chuckie Cheese ride in Quechee.  Pretty sure it could fall apart at any minute

We got home to a sleeping Wes and Joe took Andrew out to play and on a walk.  I was on the phone with my mom saying how great Andrew was and Wes was being really good too.  A few minutes after they got home we told Andrew we weren’t going back outside and he lost his freakin’ mind. 

For the next 2 hours, which were the longest 2 hours ever, he would be ok for about 5 minutes and then would throw a fit for the next 10 minutes.  Dinner was whatever we could throw together because both kids were cranky.  Finally he took a shower, had a glass of water and was in bed by 6:45.  I went in at 7 to tell him to turn out the light and give him one last kiss and he was asleep with the light on… with Santa and Mrs. Claus tucked in his arms of course.

So I guess I will take 10 hours of a great Andrew followed by 2 hours of a the not-so-great Andrew.  Or next time we just put him to bed at 5!

See I can be positive (Joe you better read this)...

Katie R.

So my husband told me that I was going to give my kids a complex because I never write anything positive about them.  I then informed him that they can’t read but did promise I would write something positive every now and again. 

I have been waiting for a time when we had a good moment to write about and last night was pretty sweet so Joe if you are reading this, which I know you won’t, please note how positive I’m being about our kids. 

Tuesday night I was at our monthly girl’s night out and Joe put the kids to bed which included bath and books.  He said that the boys cleaned up and went to bed wonderfully which was good, unusual, but good. 

So last night I put Wes to bed and was going to grab a shower.  I was in the bathroom and I heard Joe say “Mommy will come in and you can show her after she gets out of the shower.”  I curse under my breath, throw a towel around me and go into his room.  The last thing I want to have to do is go in once he is in bed because then he’ll want 8 million things.

I walk in and he is standing with his Make Way for Duckling book, which is a book about Boston.  He is saying “I don’t know what pages it’s on.”  He keeps looking, and looking, and looking and finally I ask him what he is looking for.  He responsed that he’s looking for “the place that Daddy married you.”

I then realized Joe must have told Andrew the night before that he proposed to me in the Boston Public Garden, which is in the book.  We then looked together until we found “the tree.”   I then asked him if he knew what Daddy gave me when he proposed and he looked at me and thought for a minute and said “A glass slipper?”

Ok that was pretty cute. And pretty sure a glass slipper would have made one hell of a proposal.  I showed him the ring daddy really gave me and he was less than impressed. 

Here are some more “positive” moments

Snuggling Wes

Sharing his pirate hat with Cheer Bear

Playing on the Green in Hanover

Halloween as a Care Bear

So as you can see we do have moments but don't get used to it, today Andrew threw a fit under the ottoman for 30 mintues and Wes screamed so loud in KMart that someone came to see if he was ok.

 

 

 

 

Little White Tee

Katie D.

It's the little things that make my smile. Laundry does not usually make me smile but today it did.  I grabbed one of Tom's t-shirts folded it and moved on to the next shirt but it wasn't one of Tom's t-shirts it was one of the new little t-shirts that I got for Colby.  I folded it and put it on top of Tom's. It made me smile to see a little version of the t-shirt that he will wear for the rest of his life. Colby is growing up and it's these little milestones that remind me of that!

What There Was A Hurricane?

Katie R.

So on Sunday we were hanging out at Katie D’s for Sunday pizza (Friday pizza was cancelled because we were buying a truck) and we were telling the boys how exciting the Halloween party would be the next day at school and talking about Hurricane Sandy.  Little did I know then the perfect storm that would happen in our house.

Andrew goes to bed at the usual time and tells me as he goes to bed how excited he is for this week.  Then at 3:00 in the morning I hear “Daddy, daddy, daddy” followed by a horrible noise which was of course the sound of Andrew puking all over his bed, blanket, pillow.  We change the sheets and at this point we’re keeping our fingers crossed that it’s just something he ate.  Nope.

So I feel terrible for the little guy who is tired, sick and then the worst part…when I have to tell him he can’t go to his Halloween party.  He cried and cried and even asked if he could go and just bring his puke bowl.  I felt so bad for him I almost cried which is way out of the norm for me but I was really tired and starting to not feel 100%.  Yep, that’s right I started getting sick too so there Andrew and I were at 5 am both sick and watching cartoons. 

Joe went to work and I called at 10 begging him to leave as soon as he could.  He tells me he’s leaving now and I said “awesome” to which he replied “I’m sick and I have to come home now.”  Ughh…

The good news is that Wes did not get sick.  The bad news is that we were all sick and Wes was his usual energetic (aka out of his mind crazy) self.  We basically just wanted him run around and tried to make sure he didn’t break a limb.  Katie D. generously offered to watch him but I wasn’t sure if he was going to get sick and we didn’t want to chance infecting them anymore than we already had.

Luckily it was basically a 24 hour bug and by Tuesday night everyone was feeling better.  Apparently there was also a hurricane during this time but we didn’t know as cartoons and movies were on 24/7 to try to keep the kids happy (the sick one from feeling bad and the little one entertained for a couple minutes) and we feel asleep instantly when the kids went to bed.  Luckily our area wasn't hit as hard as the coast and the southern party of New England.

Wes hasn’t taken a pacifier in about 8 months but decided maybe we would pay attention to him if he was a baby again.  No such luck little guy.

And on Tuesday back to his happy self.  We carved pumpkins at 7am because he asked and I was just so happy he felt better so I said yes.

Wes seems to be ok with the fact he was ignored for 24 hours.