The kids have been saying some pretty cute things lately. I keep thinking that I need a place to write them all down so I can remember them.
Oh right! I have a blog!
We were at the play place at the fast food place and I was trying to hustle the boys out the door to go pick up Butterfly from school. Professor had taken off his socks and I was desperate to be on time to get Butterfly. So I tried to just throw shoes on him without his socks.
“No! No! Socks! Socks!” he wailed. “My beautiful socks! I need my beautiful socks!”
I couldn’t say no with an entreaty like that. We made it to school on time, while wearing his beautiful socks. (I guess I should add that he was the only one out of the 3 of us wearing beautiful, or any, socks. Pirate had a bathroom mishap at a friend’s house that included his socks. And mine. Ew.)
PS- Please excuse my silence on here lately. Things have exploded in my life, and I need time to pick up some pieces. Picking up takes time, and the blog is getting the short end of the stick.
Good thing about Professor: he is starting, on his own, to potty train. I am SO not ready to start this. (Read, denial that I actually have to potty train 2 boys.) I guess he is. Almost every time I change his diaper in the past week, he’s asked to go sit on the potty. And then, every single time, he pees. I’ve been wondering if it was just him suggesting it so I started asking him at odd moments. He’s been game every time. And gone every time. I bet if we put underwear on him he’d be potty trained.
I, however, am not interested in letting him do this because it means a lot of attention. Honestly, I just want to potty train both boys at the same time. Let’s rip that band-aid off all at once! I will wait until they are 3 and I am ready.
Bad thing about Professor: We had to carry him kicking and screaming through the mall today. We went to the store, had lunch out, and then went to the mall to let the kids play at the kid corner thing. It was jammed. There were BIG kids there, running very fast. But they all seemed to enjoy it and the big kids were very respectful of every one’s space. The kids ran. A lot. And then it was time to leave so Professor screamed and screamed.
In fact, today was an off day for him. There was lots of screaming to be had the whole day long. He only wanted me and I only had patience for so much.
bad days, Professor Professor
We went to church as a whole family today! It’s the first time in 3 weeks we’ve all been. And we were on time. We were on time enough to listen to the prelude music from the organ. Professor, pulled out a hymn book, opened to a page with music on it (not just writing) and proceeded to sing. With gusto.
“Ah wehh ohh doo la pu! Moooo peee!”
We had everyone around us chuckling. Until the opening song.
Then Professor really belted it out. Pirate joined him and everyone had to have their own hymn book.
Then people were visably laughing at our virtuoso. Uncle MusicMan would be so proud.
Edited to add: Another funny saying I thought of after I published this: Professor wants to be carried. Everywhere. And he doesn’t just ask to be carried, he stops dead in his tracks, gets a very worried look on his face and says, “Legs broken!”
music and concerts, MusicMan, Pirate, Professor music, questions
Frequently (as in more than 3 times a week) Professor asks to go to the ocean.
“We go ocean? Hmm? Today, go ocean?”
He’s been to the ocean maybe 5 times. Of course, that’s quite a bit more at his age than I ever did. And I know that’s more than Juice ever went to the ocean as a kid.
Butterfly has been to the ocean a lot. She never asks, out of the blue, to go. But every time Professor asks, she is on board! Ocean! Yes! Let’s go!
Professor thinks a lot. He is a deep thinker and feeler. His feelings are often hurt by Pirate (see previous post) and Butterfly. And me. When I tell him we can’t go to the ocean, I have to be prepared for a crying fit. But he has be best laugh, and the best smile. He makes the most adorable noise when he’s happy. And I love it when he makes that noise and snuggles into me.
With that shiny blond hair and blue eyes, he would make the perfect surfer dude. Then he could have ocean all day long.
My sweet sunshine boy, you are a momma’s boy. You’ve been a little needy lately, but it’s understandable. Since you’ve fallen on your face (badly) this past week. This morning you and Pirate were running towards each other in the hall and met in the middle. With your heads. While your brother came out okay, you split your lip open (again) and have been rather cranky since then. Poor kid. And since your mouth hurts, you can’t suck on your binkie as much as you’d like. So you wake up every few hours crying. And I wake up, almost crying. It reminds me of when you were a baby and you were so loud. You were always the more vocal.Your favorite things to say right now is anything and everything! You repeat almost everything we say. The most memorable things you say are: “Where Mommy go?” which I have yet to hear. (Obviously, you only say it when I’m gone.) You have also learned the joy of ‘yeah’. You are so cute with those head bobs coupled with your ‘yeah’. You are so close to saying everything. I love your little voice.
You make sure that I notice things on the road while we are driving. You LOVE big trucks. “Mommy! Tuck! Bi Tuck!” You are also learning your sense of humor. You will point out anything you think is funny and then do a little laugh after it. It’s not your really happy laugh, it’s just a laugh to show that you think something is funny. A fake (ish) laugh. It’s really funny to us.
You still will still not eat a whole lot of healthy foods. You will, however, eat anything sweet. Candy, cookies, cupcakes. You also love Doritos and popcorn. Taking after your Mommy, that’s for sure. Mommy is being sneaky though and making good tasting smoothies and putting in veggies for you to get them.
You love shoes. I don’t know why, but you love to try on every one’s shoes that come to visit us. You also really love to wear Butterfly’s shoes. “Mommy, shoe!” you will tell me whenever you see a really nice one. You even love to wear your own shoes and know which ones are yours and which ones are your brother’s. Even though they look exactly the same. (They are a half size difference.)
You are one sneaky little guy though. You are often caught doing something you shouldn’t, mostly because you’ve seen brother do it. Those beautiful blue eyes sparkle when there’s trouble around. You cry a lot louder than Pirate does. You also cry a lot more than he does. And sadly, disciplining you is something we’re having a hard time doing. Time outs don’t phase you. Taking away your favorite toy seems to get you upset enough to cry for at least a half hour after I’ve given it back to you. It’s a work in progress.
Thanks for being in our family Sunshine boy!
P and P birthday, Professor
This spring has been a big one for face incidents. About 3 days ago, Butterfly was running down the sidewalk in front of our house. She was chasing the boys. She was going very fast. I saw her lean forward and then hit the sidewalk.
With her face.
Poor girl. She also scraped both knees, her elbow and the tip of her nose. She also scraped that skin between her nose and her lip really good. How did she get there?! There was a lot of blood. There was a lot of crying. Her wounds today look okay except her one knee. That one is looking rather oozy and gross. She said it looks like applesauce. I had to agree.
Last night I was at church for a meeting and Juice took the kids for a walk to the park. Everything was going fine. He was letting the kids take turns walking Soot the puppy. Well Soot decided to go one way and hit the end of the lead kind of hard. Professor was walking her at the time and just flew off his feet. Guess where he landed?
Yep, on his face.
Apparently there was A LOT of blood and Juice was wondering if he had to take him to the emergency room. He also had to get all 3 kids home in a rush to take care of Professor. He ran home and was helped out by one of our neighbors. Who carried a distraught Pirate. Butterfly now knows her address and she apparently told him it all the way to the house.
No serious injuries for Professor but he now has road rash across his face too. His forehead, his nose, his lips and chin are all scrapped up. He is NOT a happy camper. I don’t blame him! If I had a horrible bloody nose and a traumatic face plant, I would not be happy either.
I don’t know why but these kids always seem to face plant it in the spring. Why is that?
Butterfly, injuries, Professor
After unsuccessfully keeping him down yesterday and this morning, I think he woke up from his nap sore. He was cross. He only wanted Mommy. So we all sat and watched movies this afternoon and he peed all over me. (His diaper is worn looser because of where the incision is…and it’s prone to leaking. He had to have 3 outfits today because of it!)
I’ve been very on top of the whole pain medication thing. I can tell when we’re getting close to the next dose though. He starts to get really cranky, cries a lot, and big circles show up under his eyes. Poor baby! I hope that he starts to feel really better soon because I’m really hurting to see him hurting.
This morning I went to get them out of their cribs and he said, “Uh-oh!” So I went over expecting to see something (not sure what now) and he looks up at me and said, “ow!” and started to bawl. It was so heart wrenching. I swooped him up (soggy pjs and all) and just held him and rocked until he stopped crying.
This also put out Professor who is used to spending all morning in my arms and he was cross and cranky with me too. And Butterfly was so sweet this morning petting Pirate’s head and getting him toys. But the sweetness wore off and by the evening she was a whining mess. I know she just wants attention. They all do. But sadly, Pirate needs me the most. Right now, the rest will have to deal.
I took Professor to the store with me this evening after Juice got home. What a good little boy he is! I guess I never realized how well behaved he is for me. He just stays really close, follows me where ever I go, and is happy not to touch things. It’s so funny to me that I’m JUST noticing this with him. I guess when I go out I’m so worried about keeping everyone in line, I didn’t realize that I didn’t need to keep him in line. A fun discovery.
The last of our huge snow pile melted today. The crocuses are blooming and the grass is greening up. It won’t be long till all the trees are in bloom and spring will be here. It’s been over 70 degrees the last few days. So beautiful! I’m hoping that we’ll make it to see the cherry blossoms in full bloom this year.
Butterfly, Pirate, Pirate's Surgery, Professor, spring
This morning Professor woke up crying and cried straight for almost 2 hours. I was determined to take him to the doctor after we passed the hour two mark. But first I had to get everyone dressed and Butterfly needed breakfast.
Pirate was desperate to eat the left over mac and cheese (his favorite) while Butterfly was eating so I figured why not. I scooped him up a bowl and that made Professor scream louder. So I got him one too and carefully fed him 2 whole bowls of it. Standing up holding him. For almost an hour. My shoulders got very tired.
But once he got down, he was as happy as could be. Huh.
Maybe the kid is hungry? They are still nursing (and will be until they hit two) but he has totally dropped out all but his morning nursing session. Once a day is not enough to fill his little belly. He also is not the greatest eater, preferring to hand his food off to Pirate half way through the meal. Stinker.
He was good the rest of the day and had a big lunch too. Kids! Always keeping you on your toes!
Tonight Juice and I decided to take down the Christmas stuff. Normally I’m sad when the tree goes down but not this year. I was ready for it to be gone. Probably because we got several big presents for the kids and I’m feeling a little over stuffed with stuff.
So Juice pulled the tree down with the help of all the kids (that guy has the patience of a glacier sometimes!) and started wrapping it up in the sheet we store it in. As he was putting the last sheet over the tree, Pirate started screaming. Then he started patting the tree and crying. It was so cute. He did not want to see the tree go away.
While the tree was up, Professor used to bug us to turn it on all the time. He would drag us over there (which he now does, it’s very cute/annoying) and say, “Tee! Tee!” Once the tree’s lights were on, he would drag us to each window and make us turn those lights on. “Liie! Liie!”
I think the boys had a great Christmas. I know Butterfly is already asking when Christmas will be here again.
Butterfly, christmas tree, Pirate, Professor
I don’t have enough brain power to type more than bullets so here is a little list about Professor.
- He has an adorable dimple in his little round face that goes great with his bright blue eyes.
- He needs another hair cut and is getting a little halo of blond hair around his ears. Sadly, there is no hint of curl. At all. Sorry kid.
- He has started stomping really fast if he is excited or upset. It’s so completely adorable when he does it right before he runs off to see something.
- He makes sure he is in the room with me and I am looking at him before he has a temper tantrum. Complete with flopping on the floor and sobbing instantly. If I leave, he stops and comes looking for me to do it all over again.
- According to the ladies that came to test his hearing this morning, he has more selective hearing. He gets absorbed in something and then tunes everything out. Thanks for that Juice.
- When toys are taken from him (and they always are) he screams bloody murder. It is loud. It is piercing. It makes me want to instantly fix it. Which includes buying another of whatever they are fighting over. Right now, his favorite toys include pushing sister’s doll stroller around, bouncing Daddy’s soccar ball, any sort of utensil makes a good sword, and cars. The stroller regularly gets a time out. Poor stroller. It’s just too much fun!
- He knows where his shoes are. When he wants to go outside, you better watch out! He chucks his shoes, Pirate’s shoes, and mine at me when he’s ready to go outside. He also holds up each foot to have his shoe put on and checks the velcro before going outside.
He is my little sunshine!