Every Day Christmas

Having a new little sister in the house means lots of things to all of us. For Micheal, it means a renewed look at old toys he had forgotten about, or toys that he never knew he used to love so much, and fully intends to love again!

Example one: We brought down the Exersaucer tonight, to see if she could sit up in it well enough to get her off the floor every so often... and after she spent five minutes in it before falling asleep, Micheal hasn't left it alone. He found the octopus that sings music, the frog that rings a bell, the starfish that squeak when you push them. Gotta love baby toys!

Open Season

It's that time of year again!

Finally, after many problems and lots of money later, the pool is finally open! All those in driving distance are welcome! The month of June will have some limited hours while I have an extra job in the afternoons, but after that, it's open every day all day! :)

As tradition, this season was opened with a new toy, this year provided by Grandmama for Micheal's birthday. This watergun has such force that every animal around us evacuated the area as soon as the first squirt was shot. We couldn't even bribe the dogs to come back until AFTER we had gotten away from the pool and put the toys away.

Sounds like fun, doesn't it?

Happy Summertime!

A Little Help?

I need some help.
My child likes to sing. We know that. Most of the songs he sings, either I taught them to him, or I know the ones they sing at school. However, right now, his favorite song is one that I have never heard before. I think the main problem is that he doesn't really know all the words either, he just has his favorite parts, and that is the part he sings over and over again.

So, I'll tell you the parts he sings, and maybe you can help me fill in the missing pieces...

"Down by the station,
in the morning morning,
turn the little handle,
chug, chug, up, up,
Bye, bye."

But, as I write this, and am asking him the words again, he tells me that it's not those words, it says:

"Down by the station,
early in the morning,
see the little pupperbeller,
turn the little handle,
chug, chug, up, up,
Bye Bye."

I have no idea what the pupperbeller is, and I've asked what it is, and he just says that what the kids say. And while he says the chug, chug part, he does his little train arm moving in circles.
Anyone have any ideas?

Spot the Differences

Last week was Micheal's third birthday. THREE YEARS OLD!! I can't believe it! We didn't really have a "party" for him this year, due to time constraints on Mommy from the end of the school year. Instead, we just had both sets of grandparents and aunts/uncles come over for some cake and hotdogs. For three years, my mother has always said that it was cheating to buy my child's birthday cake. So, instead, I decided to make the cake that Micheal wanted for his birthday. But, if I was going to do it, I had to make a trial run-through first, just to make sure that it was possible. Because if not, I needed to know so that I could run to Kroger and order one. So, I'll show you attempt number one, and then the one that everyone else saw, and you tell me... how many differences can you find?

Here's cake number one:

And then here's cake number two:

And no, cake number two wasn't pink, the red just didn't look as red in the second picture... don't know why not. So, that's not a difference... look for the others! :)

Name that tune

Micheal loves to sing.

He doesn't get it from his Daddy, I'm pretty sure.

One of his favorite shows is Little Einsteins. They take classical tunes and put words to them. So, my son likes to do the same things. He sings the same songs, with some of the same words, but he likes to change them to be what he's doing right then. Seriously funny.

At school they like to sing songs, also. Most of them are well known nursery rhymes, while some of them I've never heard before.

Here are a few of my new favorites:

A-B-C-D-E-F- Jeek-H-I-J-K-Elmo- P-Q-R-S-T-U-V-W-X-Y-Z. Next time won't you sing with me.

Or, how about this one...

B-I-idgy-O, B-I- idgy-O, B-I-idgy-O, Bingo was his name-Oh!

And don't you dare try to correct him, or sing along with him, because it will only cause him to stop and make him tell you no. Because no one is allowed to sing along with him. This also makes me giggle, but only after I've corrected him about not being rude to Mommy.

For Halloween...

Now, usually I never think this far ahead, but this time I just couldn’t resist. This year, for Halloween, Micheal’s going to be a





Isn’t that just the cutest thing? And I made it just for him! (And I made the t-shirt, too.)




My due date is October 31st... Halloween.
Kinda funny, huh?

The cool thing about it is that when my mom was pregnant with me, her due date was Halloween also! But don't ask me what the sex of the baby will be, I have no idea, and I have no interest in finding out, either. We had so much fun with the surprise with Micheal that I can't imagine it any other way again this time.

Stuck

Yesterday, I picked my child up from his school, only to be told that he had a "goody bag" from another child's birthday party that day. Immediately, several things ran through my mind. Parties mean sugar, sugar means short naps, short naps mean bad moods, and bad moods lead to early bed times for little ones. When we got into the car the goody bag had to be opened. Once it was opened, all of the contents came out, one by one. First to come out, a piece of bubble gum. Mommy quickly intervened and said no to that one. Next was a green apple Blow Pop. Which means more gum. Again, with more tears from the boy, and a promise for "after dinner", that one got put away also. By the time we had gotten home, he had found the two long strips of tiny stickers. To which he immediately started putting on. But, with my child, you can't have just one. You have to have them all. And this is what we ended up with.

When we went to take them off to go to bed, we put them on a piece of paper, which is what he immediately went looking for the minute after he woke up. And back on the legs they went. Until they started falling off, and then he put them all on a toy. And then took them all off and now they are on my floor. Yeah.

Last thought... Who puts gum in a goody bag for two year olds?

Copy Cat

We eat dinner…

I take a bite, he takes a bite.
I put down my fork, he puts down his fork.
I take a drink, he takes a drink.
I put down the cup, he puts down the cup.
I pick up the drink again, he picks up the drink again.

And so the game plays on.

We go outside…

I have on tennis shoes, he wants on his tennis shoes.
But if he has on tennis shoes and I have on flip-flops, then we have to change his shoes because he wants his flip-flops on, too!

We get dressed in the morning…

Daddy puts on a grey shirt, Micheal wants a grey shirt.



And the fun continues… But, hey, it’s fun while it lasts!

Drops of Death

My son has been unusually good about taking medicine in his short life so far, which is odd, coming from this mother who fought tooth and nail so that I didn't have to take medicine. Ask my mom. I've been so proud of him, because he'll even ASK for medicine if he doesn't feel good. Until today.
Today we took him to the doctor for his cough and congestion that has led him into pinkeye in both eyes. The first hard part was that our doctor is on maternity leave, and her husband was keeping up her appointments, so we visited someone we're not used to. Then it was bad because mommy had to hold him down so that the doctor could try to look into his eyes and his mouth, but it didn't work. Then, in order to get rid of the pinkeye, we were prescribed some eye drops. I didn't think anything of it, until my son fought it tooth and nail, almost crying so much that he was going to throw up. I remembered that feeling, and just did what my mom did. I got those dad-gum drops into his eyes anyway.
The best part?
I'm supposed to do that four times a day. No joke.

Heat Wave All Winter Long

My child must have been going through menopause all winter long. My child, who in the winter of last year couldn't stand to have his pants legs raised in any way at all, has been reprimanded at home and at school for pulling his pant legs up around his knees. In fact, we have even been asked not to send him to school in pants that would pull up so that they don't even have to deal with it. He pushes his long sleeves up and pulls his pant legs up, and refuses to pull them down unless his life depends on it. In fact, even in the really cold days, we would come home from school and take off our jackets, only to find my son on the floor of the living room, taking off his shoes and socks, then his pants, and then putting his socks and shoes back on again.
How cute is that, walking around with a long sleeve shirt pushed up to his elbows and a pair of socks and shoes on, and nothing else but a pair of Lightning McQueen big boy undies??
Don't worry... I've taken pictures so that I can show them to potential girlfriends as he gets older.