So from my previous blog you know that my son is now full of fun little sayings that he picks up, hears, makes up, etc. He's had a few more choice ones since the last blog and I really look forward, every day now, to hearing what my 2 1/2 year old might come up with.
The first is not so much a quote as an entire conversation we had:
Mommy - "Did you know you have a baby sister in my belly?
William - "Take her out, I want to see her!"
Mommy - "We can't take her out, she has to get bigger first"
William - "Why?" (he asks this A LOT now)
Mommy - "Because she's not ready until she's bigger"
William - "Why?"
Mommy - "Because if we take her out now, she'll get sick"
William - "What she doing in there? Sleeping?"
Mommy - "Yeah, she sleeps, she moves around, she's learning how to be a baby and how to get bigger"
William - "Does she have a book in there?"
Mommy - (laughing) "uh no, there's no room for a book in there, but she can hear us, so she hears all the stories I read to you. She can hear us talking and singing and everything. If you talk to her, she'll hear you."
William - (leaning close to my belly) "hi baby."
The following are the best quotes since my last post:
"I want my Batsuit" - said every day while we visted my folks for Thanksgiving in Southern California. He wore it at least once EVERY DAY.
"Two hands mommy!" - scolding me to use two hands to hold my glass of chocolate milk as I had just instructed him to do the same about 2 minutes earlier.
"Oh man, basketball all day!? I'm not taking a nap!" - said at my parents house upon hearing a television ad about basketball all day.
"Thank you for coming!" - said to my twin's father-in-law as we were all saying goodbye at Thanksgiving.
"Wanna watch this movie, mommy... it's really cool!" - said about any movie he's trying to talk me into letting him watch.
"I have boogers!" - said at full volume... in Target. Yay.
"I BatWill!" - William correcting me when I called him William one morning and he was already wearing his Batsuit.
"I not BatWill, I'm Batman!" - said just 5 minutes later when I called him BatWill as previously instructed.
"I Santa Will" - said as he put a Santa hat on his head while we were decorating for Christmas.
"I stinky?" - asked any time I tell him it's time to change his diaper.
"I not babe, I WILLIAM!" - said one night at the dinner table as I said "here's your dinner babe" while setting down his plate.
"you all done?" - asked of everyone sitting at the table during a meal because we have instructed him that he is to sit at the table until everyone is done eating so we can learn to "eat as a family".
"HELLLLOOOOOO.... OPEN THE DOOR!" - we hear this shout via the baby monitor often when he wakes in the morning on weekends or from a nap.
"Noooo... I not really tired" - said anytime bed or naptime is mentioned.
"Noooo... I not really hungry" - said before or even while eating a meal because he'd rather be playing.
"No, no thank you. I don't want a time-out" - said recently in response to my telling him to take a time-out for hitting me.
It just gets better and better folks. I can't believe what an insane adventure parenthood is turning out to be. I want to walk around with a video or audio recorder at all times because there are too many looks and sayings that you just want back the moment they are gone.
Happy Holidays!
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
From the Mouths of Babes...
So I'm discovering William is now full of little sayings that he picks up either from us or from his sitter or movies and these little pearls are ones that I just don't want to forget. Coming from a full-fledged adult they might seem innocuous enough, but from a little 2 year old... precious. Below are some of the best things I've heard from him as of late:
"Let's go help the people mommy!" - said as we passed a horrific accident and I explained the ambulance helped people with "owies".
"Don't eat the cheese off, eat it as a sandwich!" - said as he handed me the "sandwich" that he cooked for me in his play kitchen... apparently this instruction is one he often hears in daycare.
"I smell Daddy. Daddy stinky... he tooted." - said in response to my question, "did you know Daddy slept with you last night?"
"I smell mommy, mommy stinky" - said last night as I lay down next to him to hear a bedtime story.
"I need my belly stuff!" - said constantly because he loves the taste of children's Tums.
"No, mommy... don't go downstairs do stuff. Stay longer" - said when I try to leave his room and wish him goodnight.
"Hurry mommy! Drive fast! Go! Faster! Open the garage, fast!" - said last night as we spotted a stray (and not healthy looking) dog walking down the street.
"I need Batman ungella (umbrella)" - said whether or not it's raining.
"Mommy... come upstairs!" - said when it's bedtime and it's Daddy's turn to read to him, he's going through mommy attachment right now.
"Good morning mommy! I sleep well!" - said to me pretty much every morning now.
"It not working!" - said as he attempted to use a napkin to scrub a freckle from my arm.
"Hey moon! Hey moon! Wat you doing up there?" - said to the moon that he spotted as we were leaving daycare just the other day.
"I peeped!" - said when he peed in the big potty recently.
These are the sayings I want to remember. I figure I'd better start a list as other mommies have told me that the sayings will just get better over the next year or so. God I love motherhood!
"Let's go help the people mommy!" - said as we passed a horrific accident and I explained the ambulance helped people with "owies".
"Don't eat the cheese off, eat it as a sandwich!" - said as he handed me the "sandwich" that he cooked for me in his play kitchen... apparently this instruction is one he often hears in daycare.
"I smell Daddy. Daddy stinky... he tooted." - said in response to my question, "did you know Daddy slept with you last night?"
"I smell mommy, mommy stinky" - said last night as I lay down next to him to hear a bedtime story.
"I need my belly stuff!" - said constantly because he loves the taste of children's Tums.
"No, mommy... don't go downstairs do stuff. Stay longer" - said when I try to leave his room and wish him goodnight.
"Hurry mommy! Drive fast! Go! Faster! Open the garage, fast!" - said last night as we spotted a stray (and not healthy looking) dog walking down the street.
"I need Batman ungella (umbrella)" - said whether or not it's raining.
"Mommy... come upstairs!" - said when it's bedtime and it's Daddy's turn to read to him, he's going through mommy attachment right now.
"Good morning mommy! I sleep well!" - said to me pretty much every morning now.
"It not working!" - said as he attempted to use a napkin to scrub a freckle from my arm.
"Hey moon! Hey moon! Wat you doing up there?" - said to the moon that he spotted as we were leaving daycare just the other day.
"I peeped!" - said when he peed in the big potty recently.
These are the sayings I want to remember. I figure I'd better start a list as other mommies have told me that the sayings will just get better over the next year or so. God I love motherhood!
Saturday, October 25, 2008
He loves me, he loves me not
Toddlers are fickle little beings let me tell you. They change their minds more than women are rumored to. It can drive a mom crazy. William is lately into negatives (as in "go away mommy" "don't touch me" "leave me alone" "let me go" "i don't like that", etc). The thing is, he changes his mind in a second.
Take this week:
1) Dinner - I make some beef and rice which he pushes away with a "i don't like it" and then proceeds to EAT the beef. Now keep in mind, he doesn't say "i don't like it" just once... he says it every few bites.
2) Music- My little music afficianado is developing definite tastes in music. And for 3 days straight he loved and bopped his head to that old (80's? 70's) song "You Dropped The Bomb On Me" and then on day 4 I hear a voice from the back seat yell "I DON'T LIKE THAT SONG MOMMY, TURN IT! PLAY MY SONG!" (Starry-Eyed Surprise in case you're curious). Ummm... hello, I thought he liked the song.
3) Getting ready to go in the morning - Trying to put his clothes and diaper on in the morning is like trying to wrestle an octopus. Suddenly he has more limbs than he should and they're all pushing at me. I'm greeted with "NO! Let me go! Go away mommy" and so forth. So I start to go away and am followed by the panicked scream, "NO, I COMING TOO!". Dude, make up your mind already.
There was one moment this week, however, that I loved his mind change. It was one of those first he insults me then he loves me moments that I'll never forget. I felt HORRIBLE on Monday night and desperately needed to just lay down when I got home from work. He was bugging me to play with him although Mike was telling him "no, mommy is sick, she needs to lay down". William continued to yank at my arm and say "play with me, mommy, come on!" Then as Mike put a blanket over me, William had a change of heart. All of a sudden my little boy takes the blanket, pulls it up to my chin, "tucks" me in, kisses my head and says "get comfy mommy" and walks away to find his dad. Just killed me. How cute was that?
Take this week:
1) Dinner - I make some beef and rice which he pushes away with a "i don't like it" and then proceeds to EAT the beef. Now keep in mind, he doesn't say "i don't like it" just once... he says it every few bites.
2) Music- My little music afficianado is developing definite tastes in music. And for 3 days straight he loved and bopped his head to that old (80's? 70's) song "You Dropped The Bomb On Me" and then on day 4 I hear a voice from the back seat yell "I DON'T LIKE THAT SONG MOMMY, TURN IT! PLAY MY SONG!" (Starry-Eyed Surprise in case you're curious). Ummm... hello, I thought he liked the song.
3) Getting ready to go in the morning - Trying to put his clothes and diaper on in the morning is like trying to wrestle an octopus. Suddenly he has more limbs than he should and they're all pushing at me. I'm greeted with "NO! Let me go! Go away mommy" and so forth. So I start to go away and am followed by the panicked scream, "NO, I COMING TOO!". Dude, make up your mind already.
There was one moment this week, however, that I loved his mind change. It was one of those first he insults me then he loves me moments that I'll never forget. I felt HORRIBLE on Monday night and desperately needed to just lay down when I got home from work. He was bugging me to play with him although Mike was telling him "no, mommy is sick, she needs to lay down". William continued to yank at my arm and say "play with me, mommy, come on!" Then as Mike put a blanket over me, William had a change of heart. All of a sudden my little boy takes the blanket, pulls it up to my chin, "tucks" me in, kisses my head and says "get comfy mommy" and walks away to find his dad. Just killed me. How cute was that?
Friday, October 10, 2008
Kiss It and Make It Better
So I have the sweetest little son ever, let me tell you. Seriously, I don't know how this little gentleman is in any way a blood relation of mine or my husbands as I don't know that I've ever heard either of us described as a sweet child.
You know how you tell a child you'll "kiss it and make it better?" Well, what's really even cuter than when they ask you to do this, is when they make the offer in return. I've been sick this week and being sick on top of pregnant again has not been a blast. Each day I've been asking my son if he'd kiss mommy's head to make it better (major sinus infection) and he so sweetly complies. Well, today I forgot to ask and dropped him off at daycare in a rush to get back home to sleep off this virus. Our routine is that he gives me a hug and a kiss, a "shove" out the door and then waves to me from the window. Today, as I'm walking back to my car I hear a shout from the babysitter's still open doorway as William is still standing in it while two other boys arrive.
I hear this, "mommy! come back! another kiss?" I can't resist his little face and go trudging back up the driveway and as I crouch down, he hugs me and says "i kiss it to make it better" and gives my head a kiss. Jesus! What this child does to me. He has no idea that just watching him sleep can reduce me to tears and this little act of love just sent me over. I drove home teary eyed and yes, feeling just a little bit better from the kiss.
You know how you tell a child you'll "kiss it and make it better?" Well, what's really even cuter than when they ask you to do this, is when they make the offer in return. I've been sick this week and being sick on top of pregnant again has not been a blast. Each day I've been asking my son if he'd kiss mommy's head to make it better (major sinus infection) and he so sweetly complies. Well, today I forgot to ask and dropped him off at daycare in a rush to get back home to sleep off this virus. Our routine is that he gives me a hug and a kiss, a "shove" out the door and then waves to me from the window. Today, as I'm walking back to my car I hear a shout from the babysitter's still open doorway as William is still standing in it while two other boys arrive.
I hear this, "mommy! come back! another kiss?" I can't resist his little face and go trudging back up the driveway and as I crouch down, he hugs me and says "i kiss it to make it better" and gives my head a kiss. Jesus! What this child does to me. He has no idea that just watching him sleep can reduce me to tears and this little act of love just sent me over. I drove home teary eyed and yes, feeling just a little bit better from the kiss.
Sunday, October 05, 2008
When Not To Laugh
Here's the thing about parenthood... there are times to laugh and times when it's better not too. Unfortunately, God has made children little comedians and it's incredibly hard not to laugh, even when you know that if you do, you'll only encourage an unwanted behavior.
Some fun examples from recent William history:
1) I took him out to lunch and while he's terrific out at restaurants, if he finishes eating way before you, it is best to have a toy on hand so that he doesn't become difficult. This day, I had not prepared for some reason. So upon announcing, "momma I all done! Please may I have get down?" (this is how he says may I please get down) I said, "no, you will wait until mom is finished." He then decided that it might be fun to try pouring his left over milk into my milk cup. Sensing danger (or at least a table full of milk), I said, "William, put your glass down and give mommy back her cup!" To which he replied, "ummmm... no thanks." It was the thanks that killed me. Here's my son, misbehaving, yet deciding to have manners while he does it! This is a new trend actually. I tell him to take a nap, stop hitting the dog, sit still in his seat, finish his food, take a timeout, etc and the most common response is "ummmm...no thanks." Like I'm offering him tea or something! I usually have to turn away and fake some kind of cough/hiccup/choking combination because his sincerity and politeness are just too funny for words. What freakin' kid says "no thanks" when their parent scolds them?
2) Okay, swearing is NOT funny, seriously... but sometimes words that are just horrid coming out of an adults mouth are just too incongruous from a toddler's to be anything but funny. Particularly, when you have no idea you've sworn until the little parrot at your side reminds you. Two weeks ago I was cleaning up William's play room, muttering to myself under my breath, exhausted from being pregnant and I said (and I swear it was under my breath), "this house is a f@!#ing mess". I hear the quietest little voice (as he's immitating my tone as well), say "yeah... house f@!#ing mess". Aaaaggggh! I panicked and then ran to the bathroom to keep from laughing. Thank god my "don't make a big deal of it" approach worked... he's never said it again. Whew! Crisis avoided.
3) My son is terrific at using utensils. Seriously. If you put chicken, rice and peas in a bowl and he only wants peas... he can fish them out. However, he often just does not want to use them, so he feigns incompetence. On night, Mike and I had made breakfast for dinner (it sounded good to my pregnant belly) and William wanted desperately to eat his scrambled eggs and strawberries with his hands. It seems like every second bite Mike and I were saying, "use your fork!". So at one point, I look over just in time to see him pick up his fork, pick up some egg with his hand and carefully work the egg onto the tines of the fork and then it eat it off the fork. He then caught me looking at him and the raised eyebrow/smirky/self-satisfied look he gave me which seemed to say ("what? i used the fork, right?") was so damn funny that Mike and I caught each others eye and broke into a cacophony of fake coughing and spluttering. It totally did not work... he knew we were laughing, laughed with us and then did it again. I pick my battles with him and for this one, I surrendered. It just wasn't worth it that night.
Some fun examples from recent William history:
1) I took him out to lunch and while he's terrific out at restaurants, if he finishes eating way before you, it is best to have a toy on hand so that he doesn't become difficult. This day, I had not prepared for some reason. So upon announcing, "momma I all done! Please may I have get down?" (this is how he says may I please get down) I said, "no, you will wait until mom is finished." He then decided that it might be fun to try pouring his left over milk into my milk cup. Sensing danger (or at least a table full of milk), I said, "William, put your glass down and give mommy back her cup!" To which he replied, "ummmm... no thanks." It was the thanks that killed me. Here's my son, misbehaving, yet deciding to have manners while he does it! This is a new trend actually. I tell him to take a nap, stop hitting the dog, sit still in his seat, finish his food, take a timeout, etc and the most common response is "ummmm...no thanks." Like I'm offering him tea or something! I usually have to turn away and fake some kind of cough/hiccup/choking combination because his sincerity and politeness are just too funny for words. What freakin' kid says "no thanks" when their parent scolds them?
2) Okay, swearing is NOT funny, seriously... but sometimes words that are just horrid coming out of an adults mouth are just too incongruous from a toddler's to be anything but funny. Particularly, when you have no idea you've sworn until the little parrot at your side reminds you. Two weeks ago I was cleaning up William's play room, muttering to myself under my breath, exhausted from being pregnant and I said (and I swear it was under my breath), "this house is a f@!#ing mess". I hear the quietest little voice (as he's immitating my tone as well), say "yeah... house f@!#ing mess". Aaaaggggh! I panicked and then ran to the bathroom to keep from laughing. Thank god my "don't make a big deal of it" approach worked... he's never said it again. Whew! Crisis avoided.
3) My son is terrific at using utensils. Seriously. If you put chicken, rice and peas in a bowl and he only wants peas... he can fish them out. However, he often just does not want to use them, so he feigns incompetence. On night, Mike and I had made breakfast for dinner (it sounded good to my pregnant belly) and William wanted desperately to eat his scrambled eggs and strawberries with his hands. It seems like every second bite Mike and I were saying, "use your fork!". So at one point, I look over just in time to see him pick up his fork, pick up some egg with his hand and carefully work the egg onto the tines of the fork and then it eat it off the fork. He then caught me looking at him and the raised eyebrow/smirky/self-satisfied look he gave me which seemed to say ("what? i used the fork, right?") was so damn funny that Mike and I caught each others eye and broke into a cacophony of fake coughing and spluttering. It totally did not work... he knew we were laughing, laughed with us and then did it again. I pick my battles with him and for this one, I surrendered. It just wasn't worth it that night.
Friday, September 05, 2008
Can I have a translator over here?
Here's the thing about 2 year olds... they don't speak clearly yet. Not all their words are intelligible, even to me, the mommy, who spends the most time with mine. Yet, I've discovered that as the parent, I'm a major disappointment to strangers when I don't prove an adequate translator. I'm thinking these strangers do NOT have children. Otherwise, one would hope they would remember those helpless days of looking at their child who's mumbling something close to "mwahmbrackle" and saying "I'm so sorry sweety, I STILL have no idea what you're saying!"
Now don't get me wrong, some words and phrases like "go away mommy, YES!, sit down sasha, no thanks, go outside and mommy coming too?" are as clear as a bell. But most of William's phrases come out as if he were speaking with an accent of someone whom perhaps cannot decide if he's from New Hampshire or Louisiana and thus combines them both.
Just today I took my son out to breakfast at Starbucks before he headed to daycare and I to my job and he was mumbling something in William-ese. This woman who was commenting on how darling he was, leaned toward him and said "what?" and then turns to me and says, "what did he say?" Upon declaring that I wasn't sure she looked at me as though I had admitted to taking drugs throughout my pregnancy, beating my son regularly and feeding him nothing but straight sugar each and every day. I just wanted to yell, "back off bitch! I've been trying to figure out that damn phrase that he's been repeating for about a week now but unfortunately 'mommy, ah druhn mek wel so' still does NOT resemble a phrase in the English language to me! YOU freakin' translate it!"
There is a cool part to all this frustration, though... when you figure out the phrase, you feel like freakin' Einstein. Here are some of my favorite phrases/mispronunciations currently translated from William-ese.
mulltuck = mailtruck
molca= motorcycle
fiyawoowoo = fire truck (don't ask)
meek = mixer (as in cement mixer, a favorite among trucks)
ismoke = iced mocha (or in his case, the organic milk sold at Starbucks)
bannie = banana
mall = melon
wait ta me! = wait for me
opeen tadoa = open the door
logga = yogurt
bah feet = bare feet
read de foxego = read the fables (I think he thinks all fables involve a fox)
duhbage tuck = garbage truck
sleep mommy = sleep with mommy
sleep dekib = sleep in the crib
So for all of you who run into parents and say "what's he saying?" keep in mind that God, in his infinite wisdom and ironic sense of humor will ensure that you too struggle with this one day. And for those of you new parents... good luck translating. If all else fails, look at the person who asked and said, "i don't know, but i think he's trying to say 'i kill you'... do you think I should worry?" They'll run in the other direction. :)
Now don't get me wrong, some words and phrases like "go away mommy, YES!, sit down sasha, no thanks, go outside and mommy coming too?" are as clear as a bell. But most of William's phrases come out as if he were speaking with an accent of someone whom perhaps cannot decide if he's from New Hampshire or Louisiana and thus combines them both.
Just today I took my son out to breakfast at Starbucks before he headed to daycare and I to my job and he was mumbling something in William-ese. This woman who was commenting on how darling he was, leaned toward him and said "what?" and then turns to me and says, "what did he say?" Upon declaring that I wasn't sure she looked at me as though I had admitted to taking drugs throughout my pregnancy, beating my son regularly and feeding him nothing but straight sugar each and every day. I just wanted to yell, "back off bitch! I've been trying to figure out that damn phrase that he's been repeating for about a week now but unfortunately 'mommy, ah druhn mek wel so' still does NOT resemble a phrase in the English language to me! YOU freakin' translate it!"
There is a cool part to all this frustration, though... when you figure out the phrase, you feel like freakin' Einstein. Here are some of my favorite phrases/mispronunciations currently translated from William-ese.
mulltuck = mailtruck
molca= motorcycle
fiyawoowoo = fire truck (don't ask)
meek = mixer (as in cement mixer, a favorite among trucks)
ismoke = iced mocha (or in his case, the organic milk sold at Starbucks)
bannie = banana
mall = melon
wait ta me! = wait for me
opeen tadoa = open the door
logga = yogurt
bah feet = bare feet
read de foxego = read the fables (I think he thinks all fables involve a fox)
duhbage tuck = garbage truck
sleep mommy = sleep with mommy
sleep dekib = sleep in the crib
So for all of you who run into parents and say "what's he saying?" keep in mind that God, in his infinite wisdom and ironic sense of humor will ensure that you too struggle with this one day. And for those of you new parents... good luck translating. If all else fails, look at the person who asked and said, "i don't know, but i think he's trying to say 'i kill you'... do you think I should worry?" They'll run in the other direction. :)
Friday, August 22, 2008
What the...?
So what is it with two year olds and straws? Can some experienced parent help me out with this one?
William has been drinking through a straw from a very young age because we skipped from bottles straight to regular cups and cups with straws so that we wouldn't have to mess with sippy cups. He's been doing great... FOREVER. Now, however, apparently straws are not for drinking. They are for either ripping out of juice/milk boxes (and dripping said drink everywhere), flipping out of aforementioned boxes in order to flick milk/juice on mommy or pushing all the way into the juice/milk box and thus rendering it useless (prompting the now overused phrase "mommy, ah need yo help!"). What the hell dude? The straw concept used to be simple. Insert straw... suck on straw. Now, however, it's a toy. A toy. A weapon. A drumstick. A whistle. Anything but a straw.
Oh and when did my sweet boy become such an opinionated, stubborn little poop? Last night Mike says "bath time" and William buries himelf beneath a blanket and out comes a muffled "no thanks!". LIKE WE WERE GIVING HIM AN OPTION! Uh no thanks? Kid... I still outweigh you by a good 100 lbs... I think I'm winning this one.
And everything is now, "MOOOOOVE MOMMY, I DO MYSELF!" We took him to see the local minor league baseball game the other night and apparently I was walking too closely behind him while he was walking down some stairs and mistaking my proximity for an attempt to help him, he shouts "No! Move, mommy! I walk myself!". I'm like "yeah I can SEE that William, I'm just walking too. Can I walk behind you?" He paused and just said, "no. move!" Now again, I'm winning this one kids... I still outweigh him and I'm STILL THE MOM! I mean, who does this little creature think he is? Insert time worn phrase - "I brought you into this world... I can take you out!" (Thank you, Bill Cosby).
The hard part is, most of the time... it makes me laugh. And I can't do that either because I need him to take my discipline seriously or I don't want him to thinking I'm laughing AT him. But it's funny. The earnest little face, the drawn eyebrows, the hand shooing me away. It's freakin' hilarious. And the drawn out "MOOOOOOOOVE!" just gets me. I think toddlers might just be the best comedic entertainment there is.
William has been drinking through a straw from a very young age because we skipped from bottles straight to regular cups and cups with straws so that we wouldn't have to mess with sippy cups. He's been doing great... FOREVER. Now, however, apparently straws are not for drinking. They are for either ripping out of juice/milk boxes (and dripping said drink everywhere), flipping out of aforementioned boxes in order to flick milk/juice on mommy or pushing all the way into the juice/milk box and thus rendering it useless (prompting the now overused phrase "mommy, ah need yo help!"). What the hell dude? The straw concept used to be simple. Insert straw... suck on straw. Now, however, it's a toy. A toy. A weapon. A drumstick. A whistle. Anything but a straw.
Oh and when did my sweet boy become such an opinionated, stubborn little poop? Last night Mike says "bath time" and William buries himelf beneath a blanket and out comes a muffled "no thanks!". LIKE WE WERE GIVING HIM AN OPTION! Uh no thanks? Kid... I still outweigh you by a good 100 lbs... I think I'm winning this one.
And everything is now, "MOOOOOVE MOMMY, I DO MYSELF!" We took him to see the local minor league baseball game the other night and apparently I was walking too closely behind him while he was walking down some stairs and mistaking my proximity for an attempt to help him, he shouts "No! Move, mommy! I walk myself!". I'm like "yeah I can SEE that William, I'm just walking too. Can I walk behind you?" He paused and just said, "no. move!" Now again, I'm winning this one kids... I still outweigh him and I'm STILL THE MOM! I mean, who does this little creature think he is? Insert time worn phrase - "I brought you into this world... I can take you out!" (Thank you, Bill Cosby).
The hard part is, most of the time... it makes me laugh. And I can't do that either because I need him to take my discipline seriously or I don't want him to thinking I'm laughing AT him. But it's funny. The earnest little face, the drawn eyebrows, the hand shooing me away. It's freakin' hilarious. And the drawn out "MOOOOOOOOVE!" just gets me. I think toddlers might just be the best comedic entertainment there is.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Time, Time Time
So you'll notice it's been a year since my last blog, OVER a year actually. Where the hell does the time go? I'll tell you... children are TIME SUCKERS. They suck time in amazing quantities and even more so if you're a working parent, which I am. You see, I want to spend all my non-working time (or have to just to get him fed, bathed & in bed) with him... so I do not want to get on my computer EVER anymore. But as I'm pregnant again, and starting a new blog for that, I thought I'd get this one moving again too.
William is now 2. TWO!!! He's a walking, talking, hitting, biting, testing, laughing, counting, singing toddler. The singing is hysterical. He sings his ABC's and then the last part comes out "Now My Know My ABC's...nes, murmer, murmer, murmer wiff meeeeee!". He also sings Twinkle Twinkle Little Star which comes out more "teen teen, teen teen wittel stars... how i, how i, murmer are! up aboff murmer high... like a dymon murmer skies". I just die laughing. The murmering when he doesn't know the words is killer.
I don't think children have any idea the amount of amusement they provide. Who needs TV when your toddler can sing "Teen, teen, teen, teen, wittel stars" at the top of his lungs OR go through the entire process of "putting you to bed" (this includes tucking mommy in, reading her a fable, turning off the light, turning on lullabyes and shutting the door) over and over and OVER. Toddlers are MASTERS of repitition. I think William's favorite word is "again?" Like when you swing him around even though you're too tired too and he laughs and says "again?" Or when you read a horribly cheesy kids book like Blues Clues: Blues Birthday party and he says "again" (5 times!). Or when you "bonk" yourself on the head with something and he laughs and says "again!" Yes, toddlers love the "again" request. Just make sure that whatever you've done to entertain them, you're willing to do AGAIN. And again and again and again... you get the picture.
Until I post AGAIN...
William is now 2. TWO!!! He's a walking, talking, hitting, biting, testing, laughing, counting, singing toddler. The singing is hysterical. He sings his ABC's and then the last part comes out "Now My Know My ABC's...nes, murmer, murmer, murmer wiff meeeeee!". He also sings Twinkle Twinkle Little Star which comes out more "teen teen, teen teen wittel stars... how i, how i, murmer are! up aboff murmer high... like a dymon murmer skies". I just die laughing. The murmering when he doesn't know the words is killer.
I don't think children have any idea the amount of amusement they provide. Who needs TV when your toddler can sing "Teen, teen, teen, teen, wittel stars" at the top of his lungs OR go through the entire process of "putting you to bed" (this includes tucking mommy in, reading her a fable, turning off the light, turning on lullabyes and shutting the door) over and over and OVER. Toddlers are MASTERS of repitition. I think William's favorite word is "again?" Like when you swing him around even though you're too tired too and he laughs and says "again?" Or when you read a horribly cheesy kids book like Blues Clues: Blues Birthday party and he says "again" (5 times!). Or when you "bonk" yourself on the head with something and he laughs and says "again!" Yes, toddlers love the "again" request. Just make sure that whatever you've done to entertain them, you're willing to do AGAIN. And again and again and again... you get the picture.
Until I post AGAIN...
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