Here's a pic of the birthday boy with some of his gifts. He had a pretty good haul!
Sunday, March 05, 2006
Aaaarrrgghhh!
Aaaarrrgghhh!
Mike and Amy gave Thomas a dress-up basket with lots of great costumes. Here's the first one he wanted to try on. He called himself Thomas Pirate and immediately wanted to dance the Pirate Dance with our Wiggles DVD while wearing his costume.
Monday, February 27, 2006
Messes and More
One day over the weekend, Thomas was painting with watercolors at the kitchen table. He spilled some paint on the table and said, "Whoa Mommy! Look at this mess!" I asked him what he thought we should do about it. He thought for a minute and said, "Hmmm, maybe leave it alone." Even at his age, he knows it's not nearly as much fun cleaning up the messes as it is making them.
On Saturday morning we went to see Sesame Street Live with Natalie and her family. They both loved it and spent lots of time dancing along with Elmo and friends. Afterwards, we all went to eat lunch together. While we were eating, Thomas was trying to get Natalie's Dad's attention. He kept calling, "Daniel. Daniel! Daniel!!" Finally he said in an exasperated voice, "He's NOT hearing me!!!" At that point we all cracked up and he finally got Daniel's attention.
Since I can't remember if I've blogged about this before, I'm going to do it again. For quite some time now, if you want Thomas to say something, you ask him and he'll say no I can't say that, while he's actually saying whatever it was you wanted him to say in the first place. Over the weekend, David was talking to Thomas about Spanish words which we know he knows. They were talking about water and David told him that in Spanish, water is agua. David asked him if he could say "agua." Thomas said, "No, Daddy! I cannot say agua!" We tried not to laugh where he could see us but it always tickles us when things like that happen.
On Saturday morning we went to see Sesame Street Live with Natalie and her family. They both loved it and spent lots of time dancing along with Elmo and friends. Afterwards, we all went to eat lunch together. While we were eating, Thomas was trying to get Natalie's Dad's attention. He kept calling, "Daniel. Daniel! Daniel!!" Finally he said in an exasperated voice, "He's NOT hearing me!!!" At that point we all cracked up and he finally got Daniel's attention.
Since I can't remember if I've blogged about this before, I'm going to do it again. For quite some time now, if you want Thomas to say something, you ask him and he'll say no I can't say that, while he's actually saying whatever it was you wanted him to say in the first place. Over the weekend, David was talking to Thomas about Spanish words which we know he knows. They were talking about water and David told him that in Spanish, water is agua. David asked him if he could say "agua." Thomas said, "No, Daddy! I cannot say agua!" We tried not to laugh where he could see us but it always tickles us when things like that happen.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Cool Dude
Cool Dude
Thought I'd try posting a picture of our boy since you've read so much about him.
Clothes, Swiping, and TV Stardom
Although Thomas doesn't take many naps these days, he still goes to his room every afternoon for an hour or so to rest. During this time, he might fall asleep (once a week or so) or else he reads books and plays with toys quietly. I think it's good to rest, for both of us. Lately though, I never know how I'll find him when rest time is over. He's been looking through his dresser and finding various things he wants to wear instead of what he already has on. We've actually had some winter weather lately, highs only in the 40s instead of the 80s we had the week before. Well, he was wearing sweat pants when he went down for his nap and when he got up he was wearing shorts. And he would pick the coldest days to put shorts on. His little legs felt cool but he was so proud of himself for finding and putting on his "short sleeve pants" that I hated to make him switch back to sweats.
Last night at dinner, Thomas was drinking milk but decided he needed a drink of my bottled water too. I gave it to him and he put it to his lips and drank and drank and drank. Teasingly I asked him if he was going to drink my whole bottle. He looked at me with the most serious face and said, "You can get another one Mommy." To which I replied, "Swiper no swiping!" He giggled since he's a Dora fan and that's an inside joke in our house.
And now to what you've been waiting for all these months. Our son is about to be a TV star! Well, we hope he'll be on anyway. He filmed an episode of the Food Network show Unwrapped in July and they are finally going to air it. Click on the link for more info about airtimes. The first one is March 6th at 9pm Eastern, 8pm Central. The episode is titled "Spreadable Edibles" and the segment Thomas and his friend Preston are hopefully in is about the Children's Art Cafe. He took an art class through them last summer and painted with edible paint. It was messy and fun. I know the photographer filmed him at least four times so hopefully he'll make it on air. He was wearing a blue striped shirt and blue shorts.
Last night at dinner, Thomas was drinking milk but decided he needed a drink of my bottled water too. I gave it to him and he put it to his lips and drank and drank and drank. Teasingly I asked him if he was going to drink my whole bottle. He looked at me with the most serious face and said, "You can get another one Mommy." To which I replied, "Swiper no swiping!" He giggled since he's a Dora fan and that's an inside joke in our house.
And now to what you've been waiting for all these months. Our son is about to be a TV star! Well, we hope he'll be on anyway. He filmed an episode of the Food Network show Unwrapped in July and they are finally going to air it. Click on the link for more info about airtimes. The first one is March 6th at 9pm Eastern, 8pm Central. The episode is titled "Spreadable Edibles" and the segment Thomas and his friend Preston are hopefully in is about the Children's Art Cafe. He took an art class through them last summer and painted with edible paint. It was messy and fun. I know the photographer filmed him at least four times so hopefully he'll make it on air. He was wearing a blue striped shirt and blue shorts.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Tummy Talkin'
This afternoon after school, Thomas and I went to the park to play since it's such a beautiful day. And if you're wondering why he went to school since he just went to the doctor yesterday, all I can say is that she said to use my judgement and I decided he wasn't sick enough to miss his Valentine's Day party. Actually he's a pretty fast healer because he's basically acting fine today. Anyway, as I was saying, we had a great time at the park. Afterwards he was really thirsty and wanted a snack but I didn't have the diaper bag with me, therefore, no food or drinks readily available. He told me, "Mommy my tummy's growling." And then in a low grovely voice as if it were the tummy talking said, "My tummy growling, I need a snack!" Now it tickles me beyond belief hearing him use that voice and then to find out that his tummy refers to itself as a tummy cracked me up so I asked what his tummy wanted to eat. He said it needed okra and chicken from Chicken Express. I told him that wasn't a snack that was a meal so no dice. Then his tummy said, "My tummy needs grilled cheese and tator tots from Sonic!" Again tummy, that's a meal. So the tummy and I compromised and let him get some okra from Chicken Express. Not the healthiest snack in the world, but sometimes you just gotta let a hungry tummy have its way.
Monday, February 13, 2006
Doctor Again
I took Thomas to the doctor today. Seems like we keep having one type of illness after another these days: pink eye, stomach flu, and now ear infection and bronchitis.
He did great again and did everything the doctor and nurse asked him to do. We talked about it on the way to the doctor and he knew everything the doctor was going to do to him: listen to his chest and back and look in his ears, mouth and maybe nose. As we were waiting on the doctor (which took a while because every other kid in the city was sick too) I asked him if he could breathe deep breaths thinking that might help the doctor listen to his lungs better. He said, "No, I not going to do that. I'm going to open my mouth like this and turn my head this way and this way so she can look in my ears and then I going to turn this way and this way so she can listen to my chest and back." I figured since he was willing to do all those things on his own that maybe I was pushing my luck asking him to take deep breaths too.
He did great again and did everything the doctor and nurse asked him to do. We talked about it on the way to the doctor and he knew everything the doctor was going to do to him: listen to his chest and back and look in his ears, mouth and maybe nose. As we were waiting on the doctor (which took a while because every other kid in the city was sick too) I asked him if he could breathe deep breaths thinking that might help the doctor listen to his lungs better. He said, "No, I not going to do that. I'm going to open my mouth like this and turn my head this way and this way so she can look in my ears and then I going to turn this way and this way so she can listen to my chest and back." I figured since he was willing to do all those things on his own that maybe I was pushing my luck asking him to take deep breaths too.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Sick, Mad, and "F" Words
Thomas has been sick this week and he very nicely shared it with me and then my mom, David's out of town so we hope he was spared. I would tell you that he threw up all over me during the Super Bowl but I did promise to warn you first about things like that so I won't. :-)
That only lasted a day or so and now he's got a cold and a pretty bad cough. After hearing him cough all night long, I decided he needed to take a different medicine so I brought out the Triaminic Yellow which is supposed to help that sort of thing. The only problem is that the yellow stuff tastes AWFUL. The other varieties taste pretty good and you'd think when you market medicine to children, you'd be able to make them ALL taste good but apparently not. The second he saw what kind I had for him, he started crying, "Oh Mommy not the yellow! I like purple!" I tried putting sugar in to help it taste better, which I don't know if you're supposed to do but I was desperate. With all other medicines, we give him the syringe and he'll take it himself. With the yellow, I ended up having to straddle him on the floor and force it into his mouth. He was sobbing and I was already regretting my decision and it didn't get any easier when through his sobs he started saying, "Mommy.....yellow....is.....nasty!!" Poor baby. Needless to say, we went back to flavors he likes the next time. It just wasn't worth it.
He's been identifying his emotions for quite a while now. Like the time about 6 months ago when he told me he wasn't grouchy he was grumpy. For the last few weeks though, he tells us every time he gets mad, which usually happens several times a day, especially when we ask him to do something he doesn't want to do. "Mommy, I just mad." "Mommy, I mad with that." "Mommy I am mad!" And most of the time, it's accompanied by him putting his fists on his hips which sometimes makes it very hard to keep a straight face.
Now for the third topic of the day, did you think he was saying the "F" word? Shame on you. After much practice, Thomas can now say his "Fs." He's so excited about it, he wants to know every single word that starts with "F" so he can practice saying it. Sometimes, he gets so excited, all the words we can think of aren't enough so he'll start saying things like, "fffffcookie that starts with an 'f''!" or "fffffffdragonfly!" He's had lots of practice using other sounds instead of the "F" so it'll take him a little time to get used to saying things the right way, but we're making progress.
That only lasted a day or so and now he's got a cold and a pretty bad cough. After hearing him cough all night long, I decided he needed to take a different medicine so I brought out the Triaminic Yellow which is supposed to help that sort of thing. The only problem is that the yellow stuff tastes AWFUL. The other varieties taste pretty good and you'd think when you market medicine to children, you'd be able to make them ALL taste good but apparently not. The second he saw what kind I had for him, he started crying, "Oh Mommy not the yellow! I like purple!" I tried putting sugar in to help it taste better, which I don't know if you're supposed to do but I was desperate. With all other medicines, we give him the syringe and he'll take it himself. With the yellow, I ended up having to straddle him on the floor and force it into his mouth. He was sobbing and I was already regretting my decision and it didn't get any easier when through his sobs he started saying, "Mommy.....yellow....is.....nasty!!" Poor baby. Needless to say, we went back to flavors he likes the next time. It just wasn't worth it.
He's been identifying his emotions for quite a while now. Like the time about 6 months ago when he told me he wasn't grouchy he was grumpy. For the last few weeks though, he tells us every time he gets mad, which usually happens several times a day, especially when we ask him to do something he doesn't want to do. "Mommy, I just mad." "Mommy, I mad with that." "Mommy I am mad!" And most of the time, it's accompanied by him putting his fists on his hips which sometimes makes it very hard to keep a straight face.
Now for the third topic of the day, did you think he was saying the "F" word? Shame on you. After much practice, Thomas can now say his "Fs." He's so excited about it, he wants to know every single word that starts with "F" so he can practice saying it. Sometimes, he gets so excited, all the words we can think of aren't enough so he'll start saying things like, "fffffcookie that starts with an 'f''!" or "fffffffdragonfly!" He's had lots of practice using other sounds instead of the "F" so it'll take him a little time to get used to saying things the right way, but we're making progress.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Friends and Animals
On Thursday at school, one of the boys in the class pushed Thomas' friend Olivia. He was quite upset about it and has told the story repeatedly ever since. The story goes like this: "He pushed Olivia and she just cried! And I pointed my finger like this and I said, 'That's not nice to friends!' and then I gave Olivia a hug." We have a sweet boy to take care of his friends like that.
On Friday, we went to the Ft. Worth Stock Show with D'Ann and Natalie. It was raining and muddy but we had a great time. Actually, it's kind of funny but I felt like a tourist in Texas. I've lived here for 33 years but am a city girl. Going to the stock show was like visiting the Texas people from other states imagine. Everyone drove a pickup truck and wore boots, jeans, and cowboy hats. I felt out of place driving my SUV and wearing tennis shoes. :-) I'd also forgotten how chivalrous cowboys are. I've been lots of places with my stroller and never had anyone help me with it. But as we were trying to get on the trolley to go from the parking lot to the buildings (which would have been a LONG walk in the mud and rain), two cowboys jumped off and helped D'Ann and I lift our strollers up onto the trolley.
On Thursday at school, one of the boys in the class pushed Thomas' friend Olivia. He was quite upset about it and has told the story repeatedly ever since. The story goes like this: "He pushed Olivia and she just cried! And I pointed my finger like this and I said, 'That's not nice to friends!' and then I gave Olivia a hug." We have a sweet boy to take care of his friends like that.
On Friday, we went to the Ft. Worth Stock Show with D'Ann and Natalie. It was raining and muddy but we had a great time. Actually, it's kind of funny but I felt like a tourist in Texas. I've lived here for 33 years but am a city girl. Going to the stock show was like visiting the Texas people from other states imagine. Everyone drove a pickup truck and wore boots, jeans, and cowboy hats. I felt out of place driving my SUV and wearing tennis shoes. :-) I'd also forgotten how chivalrous cowboys are. I've been lots of places with my stroller and never had anyone help me with it. But as we were trying to get on the trolley to go from the parking lot to the buildings (which would have been a LONG walk in the mud and rain), two cowboys jumped off and helped D'Ann and I lift our strollers up onto the trolley.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Huh?
We decided to let Thomas pick out his decorations for his birthday party, so I took him to Party City today to look around and see what he liked. Out of all the choices, I should have known which one he'd go with. He liked Buzz, and Elmo, and Thomas the Tank Engine, and The Wiggles, and well basically every other one he saw until he turned the corner and saw Chicken Little. After that, he wouldn't even consider another theme. So unless he changes his mind soon, he'll be having a Chicken Little party. Guess there could be worse things...like Spongebob. No offense if you like that one but I can't stand it. :-)
In the car on the way home he asked me, "Mommy, is it 'mar whi?'" I had no earthly idea what that could be. As his mommy, I know he can't say his "s" "f" or "v" sounds yet so I was working through the possible translations in my mind but having no luck. I asked him if he could ask me his question another way so maybe I could understand it. He just said the same thing again, louder and with slightly more emphasis, "Mar whith!" Still had NO idea what he was trying to ask. Finally he said, "For my party!" Ooohhhh, March 5th! No, not for another month. Eeek, my baby's going to be three in one more month!
We decided to let Thomas pick out his decorations for his birthday party, so I took him to Party City today to look around and see what he liked. Out of all the choices, I should have known which one he'd go with. He liked Buzz, and Elmo, and Thomas the Tank Engine, and The Wiggles, and well basically every other one he saw until he turned the corner and saw Chicken Little. After that, he wouldn't even consider another theme. So unless he changes his mind soon, he'll be having a Chicken Little party. Guess there could be worse things...like Spongebob. No offense if you like that one but I can't stand it. :-)
In the car on the way home he asked me, "Mommy, is it 'mar whi?'" I had no earthly idea what that could be. As his mommy, I know he can't say his "s" "f" or "v" sounds yet so I was working through the possible translations in my mind but having no luck. I asked him if he could ask me his question another way so maybe I could understand it. He just said the same thing again, louder and with slightly more emphasis, "Mar whith!" Still had NO idea what he was trying to ask. Finally he said, "For my party!" Ooohhhh, March 5th! No, not for another month. Eeek, my baby's going to be three in one more month!
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Photography
Thomas's new hobby is taking pictures with my digital camera. I can't believe I'm letting him carry around my new camera. It is a year old by now but to me it's still new. Parenthood obviously makes you lose brain cells. But it's so cute to see him walking around the house deciding what to photograph next. Could be his shoes, or the wall, or a toy, or his favorite subject: Old Zackie Boy. He'll walk up to him and say, "Smile Old Zackie Boy!" That tickles me every time because he's got high hopes expecting his deaf old dog to smile at him. :-)
Speaking of photos, last night Mom and Dad kept Thomas so I could go to my photography class, got to try keep my skills ahead of my two year old as long as possible. Last night was the first class and David is out of town on business so they graciously offered to keep him for me. We all went out to eat dinner first. Thomas decided he wanted ice in his sippy cup and after I got it for him, he put the lid on and took a big drink. The only problem was that he hadn't screwed the lid on, just sat it on top and therefore he got drenched in ice water. I started cleaning his shirt off with as many napkins as I could grab. After a minute of that, and being very patient, he started saying, "Mommy my legs are really really cold." A pause and then, "Mommy, my legs are really REALLY cold!" So he ate his dinner with a slightly damp shirt on, and no pants. And somehow, I know that was not the last time that's going to happen.
And for one more story totally unrelated to photography, Saturday night, David put Thomas to bed. He got downstairs and heard Thomas crying, "Daddy! DADDY!!" By the time he got back upstairs, Thomas was sobbing. And what was it that upset him so much? David had forgotten to take Thomas's sippy cup downstairs with him. David hadn't followed the routine and since Thomas was really tired, it was a BIG deal. The next day, Thomas was telling that story again and I wish you could have seen his face when he scrunched it up and pretended like he was crying saying "Daddy come get my milk!"
Thomas's new hobby is taking pictures with my digital camera. I can't believe I'm letting him carry around my new camera. It is a year old by now but to me it's still new. Parenthood obviously makes you lose brain cells. But it's so cute to see him walking around the house deciding what to photograph next. Could be his shoes, or the wall, or a toy, or his favorite subject: Old Zackie Boy. He'll walk up to him and say, "Smile Old Zackie Boy!" That tickles me every time because he's got high hopes expecting his deaf old dog to smile at him. :-)
Speaking of photos, last night Mom and Dad kept Thomas so I could go to my photography class, got to try keep my skills ahead of my two year old as long as possible. Last night was the first class and David is out of town on business so they graciously offered to keep him for me. We all went out to eat dinner first. Thomas decided he wanted ice in his sippy cup and after I got it for him, he put the lid on and took a big drink. The only problem was that he hadn't screwed the lid on, just sat it on top and therefore he got drenched in ice water. I started cleaning his shirt off with as many napkins as I could grab. After a minute of that, and being very patient, he started saying, "Mommy my legs are really really cold." A pause and then, "Mommy, my legs are really REALLY cold!" So he ate his dinner with a slightly damp shirt on, and no pants. And somehow, I know that was not the last time that's going to happen.
And for one more story totally unrelated to photography, Saturday night, David put Thomas to bed. He got downstairs and heard Thomas crying, "Daddy! DADDY!!" By the time he got back upstairs, Thomas was sobbing. And what was it that upset him so much? David had forgotten to take Thomas's sippy cup downstairs with him. David hadn't followed the routine and since Thomas was really tired, it was a BIG deal. The next day, Thomas was telling that story again and I wish you could have seen his face when he scrunched it up and pretended like he was crying saying "Daddy come get my milk!"
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Translation
90% of the time our family members can understand what Thomas is saying. For the other 10% of the time, I serve as his translator.
The other night David was putting Thomas to bed, and as occasionally happens, he needed me to translate something Thomas said that he couldn't quite understand . Thomas ran to the top of the stairs and yelled down what he was trying to tell his Daddy and then I yelled the answer up to David. What tickled us this time was that the translation was, "What did Daddy say?"
Tonight, my parents came over for dinner. Afterwards, Thomas was doing a jigsaw puzzle (he LOVES jigsaw puzzles and if I may brag for a moment, oh who am I kidding...it's my blog I can brag all I want!...he can do a 24 piece puzzle all by himself) with my mom and said something, can't remember exactly what it was, but whatever it was my mom didn't catch it and looked to me to tell her what he'd said. So I repeated it. Then Thomas said, "I JUST said that!"
90% of the time our family members can understand what Thomas is saying. For the other 10% of the time, I serve as his translator.
The other night David was putting Thomas to bed, and as occasionally happens, he needed me to translate something Thomas said that he couldn't quite understand . Thomas ran to the top of the stairs and yelled down what he was trying to tell his Daddy and then I yelled the answer up to David. What tickled us this time was that the translation was, "What did Daddy say?"
Tonight, my parents came over for dinner. Afterwards, Thomas was doing a jigsaw puzzle (he LOVES jigsaw puzzles and if I may brag for a moment, oh who am I kidding...it's my blog I can brag all I want!...he can do a 24 piece puzzle all by himself) with my mom and said something, can't remember exactly what it was, but whatever it was my mom didn't catch it and looked to me to tell her what he'd said. So I repeated it. Then Thomas said, "I JUST said that!"
Monday, January 23, 2006
Friendship and Sharing
I wanted to share a few snipets of things that have happened lately between Thomas and his friends. I guess this is the age where sharing becomes REALLY hard because they're all having a difficult time with it.
Thomas' friend James came over to play the other day and both boys ended up fighting over the phone that came with Thomas' kitchen. They probably each own a dozen phones but that was the prize phone of the day. I pulled Thomas aside and talked to him about sharing with his friend. I then gave him the ultimatum that I'm sure many parents have. "Either you share this toy with James or I'll put it up." He looked at me straight in the eye and said, "Put it up." So I did.
Today we went to music class with Thomas' friends, Natalie and Preston. I guess the message about sharing was coming across this morning because they would share with each other but not any other kids. So I guess the message came across too well. Share with your friends and ONLY your friends. :-)
Thomas and Preston were being silly after class and Thomas fell on Preston's head. Preston was understandably upset and then Thomas got upset so it took him a few minutes to calm down enough to apologize. When Thomas was telling the story later, he said, "I fell on Preston and he just cried and I said "Sorry" and hugged him and that was really really sweet."
At lunch, Thomas and Natalie weren't very interested in eating their own food so they decided to share. Thomas ate Natalie's turkey and Natalie ate Thomas' turkey. Guess it's the whole grass is greener thing.
Oh, one more thing, dear readers. If the title of my post is something like oh I don't know Poop or Boogers, that should give you a pretty good idea what I'll be talking about that day. So if you're not used to dealing with those things on a daily basis, maybe you should skip reading those stories. Don't say I didn't warn you!
I wanted to share a few snipets of things that have happened lately between Thomas and his friends. I guess this is the age where sharing becomes REALLY hard because they're all having a difficult time with it.
Thomas' friend James came over to play the other day and both boys ended up fighting over the phone that came with Thomas' kitchen. They probably each own a dozen phones but that was the prize phone of the day. I pulled Thomas aside and talked to him about sharing with his friend. I then gave him the ultimatum that I'm sure many parents have. "Either you share this toy with James or I'll put it up." He looked at me straight in the eye and said, "Put it up." So I did.
Today we went to music class with Thomas' friends, Natalie and Preston. I guess the message about sharing was coming across this morning because they would share with each other but not any other kids. So I guess the message came across too well. Share with your friends and ONLY your friends. :-)
Thomas and Preston were being silly after class and Thomas fell on Preston's head. Preston was understandably upset and then Thomas got upset so it took him a few minutes to calm down enough to apologize. When Thomas was telling the story later, he said, "I fell on Preston and he just cried and I said "Sorry" and hugged him and that was really really sweet."
At lunch, Thomas and Natalie weren't very interested in eating their own food so they decided to share. Thomas ate Natalie's turkey and Natalie ate Thomas' turkey. Guess it's the whole grass is greener thing.
Oh, one more thing, dear readers. If the title of my post is something like oh I don't know Poop or Boogers, that should give you a pretty good idea what I'll be talking about that day. So if you're not used to dealing with those things on a daily basis, maybe you should skip reading those stories. Don't say I didn't warn you!
Thursday, January 19, 2006
From Poop To Pinkeye
Don't start expecting to read a new story every single day. I know I've spoiled you this week. That is if reading my stories about poop and a sick kid could be considered a treat. :-)
Wednesday morning, Thomas' right eye was matted shut and stayed swollen half the day. I told myself he slept wrong on it and that it would be better the next day. But this morning when BOTH eyes were matted shut, I knew it was something more. He woke up crying, "Oh Mommy! My eyes do that AGAIN!!" I told him I thought he had pinkeye and that I was going to call the doctor. He didn't want to go but I reminded him that the doctor could give him some medicine that would help his eyes get better. So we made an appointment (and isn't it just like kids to get sick on Mother's Day Out days?). Thomas did great letting the doctor look in his eyes and check him out without crying (which was a first by the way). After examining him, the doctor said, "Well buddy, I think you've got pinkeye." Thomas got this big smile on his face, looked from me to the doctor and said, "That's just what my Mommy said!" The doctor laughed and told him that mommies usually know.
Don't start expecting to read a new story every single day. I know I've spoiled you this week. That is if reading my stories about poop and a sick kid could be considered a treat. :-)
Wednesday morning, Thomas' right eye was matted shut and stayed swollen half the day. I told myself he slept wrong on it and that it would be better the next day. But this morning when BOTH eyes were matted shut, I knew it was something more. He woke up crying, "Oh Mommy! My eyes do that AGAIN!!" I told him I thought he had pinkeye and that I was going to call the doctor. He didn't want to go but I reminded him that the doctor could give him some medicine that would help his eyes get better. So we made an appointment (and isn't it just like kids to get sick on Mother's Day Out days?). Thomas did great letting the doctor look in his eyes and check him out without crying (which was a first by the way). After examining him, the doctor said, "Well buddy, I think you've got pinkeye." Thomas got this big smile on his face, looked from me to the doctor and said, "That's just what my Mommy said!" The doctor laughed and told him that mommies usually know.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
POOP
How's that for a self-explanatory title? Before I get to the nitty gritty of the story, I want to give you a little backstory first. We have been working on potty training...again. Things weren't going very well and I found myself getting mad at him when he would sit on the potty for 20 minutes without success, get up, and then pee on the floor within 2 minutes (which I know is probably not the best way to potty train..tee tee on the potty or Mommy will yell!) so we went back to diapers for a few days so Mommy could take a mental health break. Thomas also has basically stopped napping, but I still put him in his room for a while each afternoon to rest and if he falls asleep great (which happens 2-3 days a week). Ok, now you're up to date so onto the poop!
This afternoon I went to get him after his rest time was over. When I opened his door, I immediately smelled poop. My initial thought was no wonder he didn't nap, he had a poopy diaper. But that wasn't the case. At some point, and for some unknown reason, he'd taken his diaper off and at sometime after that pooped on the floor. It was a firm poop so that alone was relatively easy to clean up. It was the rest of the scene that greeted me that took an hour to deal with. Yep, you guessed it, he'd either stepped in it or played with it and there was poop EVERYWHERE. On the wall, ground into the carpet, all over his sheets (and of course we had his white sheets on and not the red ones which made it all the harder to clean), all over his pillow, and last but not least, all over him. As I took in the scene I couldn't decide which to deal with first, him or the carpet. He won, but just barely. I cleaned him enough so that he wouldn't make a bigger mess and then got right to the carpet. I gave him a wipe and had him clean the wall, which he did very nicely. And to top it all off, I was so flustered I didn't even think to take a picture. Now that it's over and all back to normal, I'm mad at myself the most for missing that shot because I certainly hope I never have the opportunity to do so again.
How's that for a self-explanatory title? Before I get to the nitty gritty of the story, I want to give you a little backstory first. We have been working on potty training...again. Things weren't going very well and I found myself getting mad at him when he would sit on the potty for 20 minutes without success, get up, and then pee on the floor within 2 minutes (which I know is probably not the best way to potty train..tee tee on the potty or Mommy will yell!) so we went back to diapers for a few days so Mommy could take a mental health break. Thomas also has basically stopped napping, but I still put him in his room for a while each afternoon to rest and if he falls asleep great (which happens 2-3 days a week). Ok, now you're up to date so onto the poop!
This afternoon I went to get him after his rest time was over. When I opened his door, I immediately smelled poop. My initial thought was no wonder he didn't nap, he had a poopy diaper. But that wasn't the case. At some point, and for some unknown reason, he'd taken his diaper off and at sometime after that pooped on the floor. It was a firm poop so that alone was relatively easy to clean up. It was the rest of the scene that greeted me that took an hour to deal with. Yep, you guessed it, he'd either stepped in it or played with it and there was poop EVERYWHERE. On the wall, ground into the carpet, all over his sheets (and of course we had his white sheets on and not the red ones which made it all the harder to clean), all over his pillow, and last but not least, all over him. As I took in the scene I couldn't decide which to deal with first, him or the carpet. He won, but just barely. I cleaned him enough so that he wouldn't make a bigger mess and then got right to the carpet. I gave him a wipe and had him clean the wall, which he did very nicely. And to top it all off, I was so flustered I didn't even think to take a picture. Now that it's over and all back to normal, I'm mad at myself the most for missing that shot because I certainly hope I never have the opportunity to do so again.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Rule Stickler
Ah ha! Just when you got used to reading a new post once a week, I throw you a curveball just to keep you on your toes! :-)
Thomas has just started playing real games. Well, I should say playing one real game. It's called Lucky Ducks. The game says for three to six year olds but I figure since he'll be three in two months we're ok. The first time we played it, he had a hard time taking turns, but now he's got it down pat. So much so that he has to tell you the rules each and every time, even from round to round. It goes something like this. "I push this button and turn it on and you have to pick up the duck and look for your color and put it on your nest and then it's my turn. You understand?" I say that I do and he says Okay! and then we can play. Until one of us gets all three ducks of our color and then we put them back on the pond and he explains the rules again just in case I forgot.
Ah ha! Just when you got used to reading a new post once a week, I throw you a curveball just to keep you on your toes! :-)
Thomas has just started playing real games. Well, I should say playing one real game. It's called Lucky Ducks. The game says for three to six year olds but I figure since he'll be three in two months we're ok. The first time we played it, he had a hard time taking turns, but now he's got it down pat. So much so that he has to tell you the rules each and every time, even from round to round. It goes something like this. "I push this button and turn it on and you have to pick up the duck and look for your color and put it on your nest and then it's my turn. You understand?" I say that I do and he says Okay! and then we can play. Until one of us gets all three ducks of our color and then we put them back on the pond and he explains the rules again just in case I forgot.
Monday, January 16, 2006
FINALLY!
Our internet was down for a week but we're FINALLY back up! (Boo to Comcast for taking so long to come to our house and boo to the neighbor puppy who chewed through the cable.) I already knew how much I used the internet (a LOT) but I was reminded even more last week. When I wanted to check the news or weather, I had to resort to looking at the paper...gasp! The horror!! Ok, enough of the poor me story, and on to what you're really here to read...Thomas stuff!
You know the game you play with little kids where you pretend like you stole their nose and your thumb is their nose trapped between your fingers? Well, I did that to Thomas the other day and when I asked him if he wanted his nose back and he said, "Yes please." I felt terrible. I mean what if I really had stolen his nose? He shouldn't have to ask so politely for it back.
The other day, I asked Thomas if he wanted to go to his friend James' house to play. He said, "That would be really really perfect!"
One night last week, I asked Thomas to feed Zack a half a cup of food before we sat down to dinner. I was busy getting everything ready to eat and wasn't paying much attention until Thomas walked up to me about 5 minutes later with Zack's bowl brimming with food and said, "This gonna be ok?" We had to dump out about 9/10 of the bowl first but that's ok.
We were in a parking lot together somewhere and he held his hand up for me to hold until we got in the store. I told him how much I appreciated him remembering that Mommy needs to hold his hand in the street. He said, "Yeah but we don't hold hands in the snow!" I asked why and he told me that when it snows you make snowballs and throw them at the street sign and they go boom. He remembers being allowed to go in the street doing that very thing when we were visiting my brother and his family in New York over Thanksgiving (they live at the end of a cul-de-sac so it was pretty safe). I decided not to correct him on that since it only snows here about once a year and only sticks for a few hours.
We were driving somewhere over the weekend and Thomas was busy in the back seat playing with his monkey puppet. David and I were talking but heard Thomas say, "I love you Daddy!" David said, "You love me Thomas? I'm glad!" And Thomas said, "No, the monkey do!" and cracked up.
Thomas spent the night at my parents' house on Saturday night so David and I could go out with friends. This was his first time to sleep away from us and he did great. The only uneasy moment came when Mom was putting him to bed and after reading books she told him goodnight. He started tearing up and saying, "Grandma, the hong! The hong!" Mom thought maybe he was asking to go home and asked him to tell her again what he wanted. He composed himself enough to start singing, "If you like to talk to tomatoes..." Mom said, "Oh Thomas, Grandma forgot to sing a song! I'm sorry!!" So they sang the Veggietales theme song and he went right to sleep. You've GOT to follow his night night routine no matter where he is! :-)
Our internet was down for a week but we're FINALLY back up! (Boo to Comcast for taking so long to come to our house and boo to the neighbor puppy who chewed through the cable.) I already knew how much I used the internet (a LOT) but I was reminded even more last week. When I wanted to check the news or weather, I had to resort to looking at the paper...gasp! The horror!! Ok, enough of the poor me story, and on to what you're really here to read...Thomas stuff!
You know the game you play with little kids where you pretend like you stole their nose and your thumb is their nose trapped between your fingers? Well, I did that to Thomas the other day and when I asked him if he wanted his nose back and he said, "Yes please." I felt terrible. I mean what if I really had stolen his nose? He shouldn't have to ask so politely for it back.
The other day, I asked Thomas if he wanted to go to his friend James' house to play. He said, "That would be really really perfect!"
One night last week, I asked Thomas to feed Zack a half a cup of food before we sat down to dinner. I was busy getting everything ready to eat and wasn't paying much attention until Thomas walked up to me about 5 minutes later with Zack's bowl brimming with food and said, "This gonna be ok?" We had to dump out about 9/10 of the bowl first but that's ok.
We were in a parking lot together somewhere and he held his hand up for me to hold until we got in the store. I told him how much I appreciated him remembering that Mommy needs to hold his hand in the street. He said, "Yeah but we don't hold hands in the snow!" I asked why and he told me that when it snows you make snowballs and throw them at the street sign and they go boom. He remembers being allowed to go in the street doing that very thing when we were visiting my brother and his family in New York over Thanksgiving (they live at the end of a cul-de-sac so it was pretty safe). I decided not to correct him on that since it only snows here about once a year and only sticks for a few hours.
We were driving somewhere over the weekend and Thomas was busy in the back seat playing with his monkey puppet. David and I were talking but heard Thomas say, "I love you Daddy!" David said, "You love me Thomas? I'm glad!" And Thomas said, "No, the monkey do!" and cracked up.
Thomas spent the night at my parents' house on Saturday night so David and I could go out with friends. This was his first time to sleep away from us and he did great. The only uneasy moment came when Mom was putting him to bed and after reading books she told him goodnight. He started tearing up and saying, "Grandma, the hong! The hong!" Mom thought maybe he was asking to go home and asked him to tell her again what he wanted. He composed himself enough to start singing, "If you like to talk to tomatoes..." Mom said, "Oh Thomas, Grandma forgot to sing a song! I'm sorry!!" So they sang the Veggietales theme song and he went right to sleep. You've GOT to follow his night night routine no matter where he is! :-)
Friday, January 06, 2006
More Stories
Not a very creative title, I know, but Thomas and I have colds (many thanks to David for sharing his germs with us) so I'm not feeling creative today.
Speaking of our colds, a few days before we got sick, I'd bought him a box of Mickey Mouse Kleenex on a whim at the grocery store. Well, now he won't blow his nose unless he sees the tissue come out of the Mickey Mouse box. That's not exactly the best thing since I like to use lotion tissues when we have colds so our noses won't get so sore but oh well.
I remembered another story from our trip that I wanted to share. The morning we flew to Tucson, we ate breakfast at the food court in our terminal. At the next table was a family with a small baby, probably less than 2 months old. The baby started crying, as babies are wont to do, and after a few minutes without success the mom got up and walked away with the baby to soothe her. Thomas yelled out, "That baby's going to time out!" and everyone at the nearby tables laughed along with us.
Zack must be reading this blog too because after I posted the one about what a sweet dog Fifi is, Zack decided to let Thomas fix his hair. He sat still on the floor for about 10 minutes and let Thomas put about 8 hair clips in his hair. He didn't growl one time! What a sweet doggie!
Not a very creative title, I know, but Thomas and I have colds (many thanks to David for sharing his germs with us) so I'm not feeling creative today.
Speaking of our colds, a few days before we got sick, I'd bought him a box of Mickey Mouse Kleenex on a whim at the grocery store. Well, now he won't blow his nose unless he sees the tissue come out of the Mickey Mouse box. That's not exactly the best thing since I like to use lotion tissues when we have colds so our noses won't get so sore but oh well.
I remembered another story from our trip that I wanted to share. The morning we flew to Tucson, we ate breakfast at the food court in our terminal. At the next table was a family with a small baby, probably less than 2 months old. The baby started crying, as babies are wont to do, and after a few minutes without success the mom got up and walked away with the baby to soothe her. Thomas yelled out, "That baby's going to time out!" and everyone at the nearby tables laughed along with us.
Zack must be reading this blog too because after I posted the one about what a sweet dog Fifi is, Zack decided to let Thomas fix his hair. He sat still on the floor for about 10 minutes and let Thomas put about 8 hair clips in his hair. He didn't growl one time! What a sweet doggie!
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Bad Mommy and Ice Cream
I have two stories to share this morning. One from a week or so ago that I haven't had time to post and one from last night.
Just before Christmas, Thomas and I were running errands one day buying a few last minute gifts. On a side note, after he told my Dad about his birthday present, you would think I would have learned my lesson and NOT gone shopping with him but no. He told both my mom and David what we'd bought them the second he saw them. But I digress. As we were leaving Sam's that day, I opened the back door of the car, sat him in his car seat, and proceeded to put the rest of the things I got in the car beside him. Then I got in the front seat, buckled up, turned on the car and started driving away. I knew Thomas was saying something but at that moment I wasn't listening since he talks all the time and I was trying to navigate the parking lot. But he kept getting louder and louder until I finally heard him say, "BUCKLE ME UP MOMMY!!!" Boy did I feel bad. Especially since I am so conscientious about his car seat. I've read the statistics about how 80 or 90% (depending on which statistics you read) of car seats are installed incorrectly and always was a little obsessive making sure I was in that 10% who did it right. It's installed in my car so tightly that when you try to wiggle it, the whole car moves. Of course, having a properly installed car seat does no good if the child isn't actually buckled into it!
Last night we went to Sheridan's to get some frozen custard. Thomas said he wanted to get chocolate with M&Ms. After talking about it, David and I decided that he would just share with one of us since he usually doesn't eat that much of the chocolate and it's melted by the time we get home. So I asked him if he wanted to share my strawberry and banana sundae with me. At first he got all excited and said, "I going to share strawberries and bananas with Mommy!" Then he paused and said, "Wait a minute! I going to have M&Ms with chocolate!"
I have two stories to share this morning. One from a week or so ago that I haven't had time to post and one from last night.
Just before Christmas, Thomas and I were running errands one day buying a few last minute gifts. On a side note, after he told my Dad about his birthday present, you would think I would have learned my lesson and NOT gone shopping with him but no. He told both my mom and David what we'd bought them the second he saw them. But I digress. As we were leaving Sam's that day, I opened the back door of the car, sat him in his car seat, and proceeded to put the rest of the things I got in the car beside him. Then I got in the front seat, buckled up, turned on the car and started driving away. I knew Thomas was saying something but at that moment I wasn't listening since he talks all the time and I was trying to navigate the parking lot. But he kept getting louder and louder until I finally heard him say, "BUCKLE ME UP MOMMY!!!" Boy did I feel bad. Especially since I am so conscientious about his car seat. I've read the statistics about how 80 or 90% (depending on which statistics you read) of car seats are installed incorrectly and always was a little obsessive making sure I was in that 10% who did it right. It's installed in my car so tightly that when you try to wiggle it, the whole car moves. Of course, having a properly installed car seat does no good if the child isn't actually buckled into it!
Last night we went to Sheridan's to get some frozen custard. Thomas said he wanted to get chocolate with M&Ms. After talking about it, David and I decided that he would just share with one of us since he usually doesn't eat that much of the chocolate and it's melted by the time we get home. So I asked him if he wanted to share my strawberry and banana sundae with me. At first he got all excited and said, "I going to share strawberries and bananas with Mommy!" Then he paused and said, "Wait a minute! I going to have M&Ms with chocolate!"
New Year's Eve
We flew to Tucson over New Year's Eve weekend for David's grandmother's 90th birthday party. Wanted to share a few stories from our trip.
David and I decided not to take the stroller this time because lately we've only used it to push our bags through the airport while Thomas runs ahead and then we never use it again the rest of the trip. And isn't it just typical that the one time we don't have the stroller is the one time Thomas wants to be carried the entire time. And he's a big boy at 40 pounds so David and I definitely got a workout.
Thomas did great with David's family. He hadn't seen most of them since he was a baby but was very comfortable with them like he sees them all the time. He did fairly well keeping track of everyone's name but it was a challenge since David has such a big family. If he wanted to talk to one of his aunts, he'd use their name if he could remember it. If not, he just called them "that girl" which I think really made their day since it's been a few years since any of them were technically "girls." :-)
He wouldn't call David's grandmother "Grandma" because he already has a Grandma (my mom) but he decided to call her Grandma and then her last name. He's a lucky boy to have three living great-grandparents. One story not about Thomas but still funny is that Grandma's birthday cake said, "Happy 90th Birthday Pink" which cracked everyone up since the writing was supposed to be her name in pink. Luckily everyone in the family has a great sense of humor, especially Grandma.
During the party, the family was watching a video of old family photos from Grandma's life. At one point many said "Amen" in response to a message on screen about Grandma's life and how it had influenced others. Thomas looked up from where he was playing and said "Hey Man!" along with them. David's uncle Bob and I were trying to explain to him that they weren't saying "Hey Man" but "Amen." Once he got it, he looked at David's uncle and yelled, "A-MEN Bobby!" It might not sound all that funny in print but we all died laughing when it happened.
On Sunday we got to go to the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum which is really nice. It's like a desert zoo, botanical garden, and museum all rolled into one. Thomas loved all the animals and catcus and knew he couldn't touch the cactus because they were poky. At one point though, he ran too fast and fell down into one of the small cactus. I saw him fall and thought I grabbed him before he did too much damage to himself or the cactus. It was only the next morning that we realized, he had two small cactus needles stuck in his stomach. We felt terrible because we thought he'd just been grouchy that day because he was tired.
We flew to Tucson over New Year's Eve weekend for David's grandmother's 90th birthday party. Wanted to share a few stories from our trip.
David and I decided not to take the stroller this time because lately we've only used it to push our bags through the airport while Thomas runs ahead and then we never use it again the rest of the trip. And isn't it just typical that the one time we don't have the stroller is the one time Thomas wants to be carried the entire time. And he's a big boy at 40 pounds so David and I definitely got a workout.
Thomas did great with David's family. He hadn't seen most of them since he was a baby but was very comfortable with them like he sees them all the time. He did fairly well keeping track of everyone's name but it was a challenge since David has such a big family. If he wanted to talk to one of his aunts, he'd use their name if he could remember it. If not, he just called them "that girl" which I think really made their day since it's been a few years since any of them were technically "girls." :-)
He wouldn't call David's grandmother "Grandma" because he already has a Grandma (my mom) but he decided to call her Grandma and then her last name. He's a lucky boy to have three living great-grandparents. One story not about Thomas but still funny is that Grandma's birthday cake said, "Happy 90th Birthday Pink" which cracked everyone up since the writing was supposed to be her name in pink. Luckily everyone in the family has a great sense of humor, especially Grandma.
During the party, the family was watching a video of old family photos from Grandma's life. At one point many said "Amen" in response to a message on screen about Grandma's life and how it had influenced others. Thomas looked up from where he was playing and said "Hey Man!" along with them. David's uncle Bob and I were trying to explain to him that they weren't saying "Hey Man" but "Amen." Once he got it, he looked at David's uncle and yelled, "A-MEN Bobby!" It might not sound all that funny in print but we all died laughing when it happened.
On Sunday we got to go to the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum which is really nice. It's like a desert zoo, botanical garden, and museum all rolled into one. Thomas loved all the animals and catcus and knew he couldn't touch the cactus because they were poky. At one point though, he ran too fast and fell down into one of the small cactus. I saw him fall and thought I grabbed him before he did too much damage to himself or the cactus. It was only the next morning that we realized, he had two small cactus needles stuck in his stomach. We felt terrible because we thought he'd just been grouchy that day because he was tired.
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