I keep getting asked if Brent is in the "terrible two's" stage, and depending on what day you ask me, the answer can vary between "Hell yes, for about a year now" and "What do you mean? This sweetheart?". So this is my list of things I love about my 'terrible' little guy.
1) The look he gives me as I'm trying to convince him to go "pee pee in the potty" from my much-worn seat on the edge of the tub, and when I'm making other varying noises when I suspect there's more than just pee-pee to be had. The one that says "Mom, I don't know WHAT you are going on and on about", even though he manages to do it just fine ALL DAY for the lady that watches him.
2) The way whenever I try to wash the dishes, he will mush himself between me and the sink and shout "UP! UP! Momma!" as if the world will end if I wash even just one more dish before picking him up.
3) The way he refuses to drink anything out of his sippy cups besides juice (and he carefully inspects the fluid for significant signs of fruit coloring before he will even take it out of your hand). Plus he will only drink when the cup is more than half full. "More Zuish, Momma!" he cries, flinging the cup from side to side so his poor idiot of a mom can see there there is simply not enough liquid sloshing around in there.
4) When he makes faces at me, alternating between my "trying to look stern" mom look with eyebrows as high and eyes as big as possible, to the angry "stop jumping on the couch" look, then breaking out in a huge grin. This also illustrates how well he takes me when put these looks in action. One day as the lady who watches him was telling me I need to be more serious during the potty training for him to do better for me. "I am serious!," I told her. "Yeah, I've seen your serious," she said.
5) The way he flops onto his belly in the bathtub, swishing around and saying "Swim, momma!" This normally occurs when I tell him it's time to go out. His favorite thing is to get as low into the tub as possible so that I have a hard time getting his slippery little butt out of there and into his pajamas. Twice this week I have put his pajamas on, only to discover I forgot to put the diaper on first.
6) The way he feels, all groggy and half asleep in the morning as I carry him to the car, with his hair still sweaty from being under the blanket, tucked tight against my shoulder, and his long legs hanging down to my thighs, lifelessly swinging around.
7) When he remarks each day on the way home about it being "Dark ow-side?" now that winter is here. And when we get home, he stretches his arms up to the sky. "Moon, momma! Up! Up!", as if I just need to lift him up a few more inches, and then he'd have it. No, baby...I can't lift you that high, but it's my job to make sure you never stop reaching for it.
11.01.2006
Chocolate and Bumble bees
I promise I have pictures forthcoming! We only went to one house (my grandad's) for trick or treating, but he had a great time. Of course, he didn't want to sleep later after all the chocolate, but that was my lesson to learn...and I learned it well! He was quite the grumpy little bumble bee later that night!
I am committed to updating this blog more. I have been swamped at work and time has just flown by. But things are finally settling down a bit and I can pop in a couple times a week with some tidbits, I hope.
Brent is doing really well these days! He is talking up a storm and getting close to sentences. His favorite things to say are still "No Night-Night Momma" or "I'm hun-ey [hungry], eat, momma" or "No ca-ca butt!" or "No pop!". The seatbelt is called pop for some reason, and he hates the constraint in the morning.
We have discovered playdough! And it is now my best friend and worst enemy. Countless hours are spent making "baby peas" of varying colors, or rings to put on our fingers, or spaghetti through the little strainer. And then for all the free time I gain while he plays with it, I spend twice that amount picking up bits of tiny colored rocks from everywhere. And I do mean EVERYWHERE. Playdough is magic that way, it seems.
Potty training has begun, and for now I'm getting off pretty easy. The lady who watches him is taking the brunt of it, but I hear things are going smoothly. So far he is pretty consistently going ca-ca (his choice of wording) in the potty, but doesn't like to do anything else there. She keeps telling me to have him sit for about 5 minutes when I try it, but I can't get him to stay on there for more than 15 seconds. So we're trying....we'll see how it goes.
Hope everyone had a great Halloween! Happy Birthday Dad!
I am committed to updating this blog more. I have been swamped at work and time has just flown by. But things are finally settling down a bit and I can pop in a couple times a week with some tidbits, I hope.
Brent is doing really well these days! He is talking up a storm and getting close to sentences. His favorite things to say are still "No Night-Night Momma" or "I'm hun-ey [hungry], eat, momma" or "No ca-ca butt!" or "No pop!". The seatbelt is called pop for some reason, and he hates the constraint in the morning.
We have discovered playdough! And it is now my best friend and worst enemy. Countless hours are spent making "baby peas" of varying colors, or rings to put on our fingers, or spaghetti through the little strainer. And then for all the free time I gain while he plays with it, I spend twice that amount picking up bits of tiny colored rocks from everywhere. And I do mean EVERYWHERE. Playdough is magic that way, it seems.
Potty training has begun, and for now I'm getting off pretty easy. The lady who watches him is taking the brunt of it, but I hear things are going smoothly. So far he is pretty consistently going ca-ca (his choice of wording) in the potty, but doesn't like to do anything else there. She keeps telling me to have him sit for about 5 minutes when I try it, but I can't get him to stay on there for more than 15 seconds. So we're trying....we'll see how it goes.
Hope everyone had a great Halloween! Happy Birthday Dad!
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