The train obsession is getting to be too much. There's four of them now, two of them added after a grumpy shopping experience on Saturday. And to cap it off, our big present to him was the little train station that goes with it, with four little garages (one for purple shoo shoo, blue shoo shoo, black shoo shoo and red shoo shoo) and an oval track. Each night we put it together and he alternates between getting angry that the track comes undone, and becoming angry that the garage doors are hard to open. Also, black shoo shoo only fits in two of the compartments, being a bigger engine than the rest of his followers. Much craziness ensues from this alone.
Last night he fell asleep (finally!) and all four trains were piled in his bed as usual. I decided to be smart and try to grab them now instead of searching for them in the morning. As careful as I was, two of them clinked together. He went from snoring to sitting up before I could blink. His eyes half-aware, he stared at me. Now, I was attempting an experiment, and had purple curlers sticking out of my head everywhere. This was not good. I could see in his eyes that he didn't recognize me, or was appalled at the sight, one of the two. I handed him all four trains and told him it was just me, and he fell down and curled around them, instantly snoring again. I was bested once again. The power of the choo choo - it is a force to be reckoned with.
I wonder if his train dreams were tinted with the vision of mom with her purple horns?
12.14.2006
"Obsession" Scene 1, Act 2
The other day I decide titi needs washed. Titi is starting to smell.
Rule #1: There is no safe time to wash titi.
Brent is occupied with Daddy in the living room. I sneak into his room and snatch the offending blanket. I ball it up under my shirt and sneak to the washer, unseen.
Success!
Rule #2: If there is a safe time to wash titi, it will somehow become unsafe.
Brent looks around the living room, his nose in the air like a hunting dog. He senses something is amiss.
Immediately, he runs to the bedroom and looks in the crib.
I go about my business, trying not to look guilty.
"Teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Crap. He knows. Somehow he knows. I think of all the money we can make on Jerry Springer showing the world our son's psychic connection with his blanket. But my thoughts are interupted by more screams. And I was just picking out my new car....
Me: "Titi is getting a bath honey"
Him: (sobbing) "Teeeeeeee Teeeeeeeeee.........."
Me: (cheerfully)"Titi will smell so much better for bedtime tonight!"
Him: "No Teeeteee batttttt tub....."
Me: "It will be fine, you'll have titi back before you know it"
Him: "Mooommmmmmmaaaa......teeee teeee"
This goes on for awhile. Somehow, we survive to fight another day. And titi gets clean.
The end.
Rule #1: There is no safe time to wash titi.
Brent is occupied with Daddy in the living room. I sneak into his room and snatch the offending blanket. I ball it up under my shirt and sneak to the washer, unseen.
Success!
Rule #2: If there is a safe time to wash titi, it will somehow become unsafe.
Brent looks around the living room, his nose in the air like a hunting dog. He senses something is amiss.
Immediately, he runs to the bedroom and looks in the crib.
I go about my business, trying not to look guilty.
"Teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Crap. He knows. Somehow he knows. I think of all the money we can make on Jerry Springer showing the world our son's psychic connection with his blanket. But my thoughts are interupted by more screams. And I was just picking out my new car....
Me: "Titi is getting a bath honey"
Him: (sobbing) "Teeeeeeee Teeeeeeeeee.........."
Me: (cheerfully)"Titi will smell so much better for bedtime tonight!"
Him: "No Teeeteee batttttt tub....."
Me: "It will be fine, you'll have titi back before you know it"
Him: "Mooommmmmmmaaaa......teeee teeee"
This goes on for awhile. Somehow, we survive to fight another day. And titi gets clean.
The end.
"Obsession" Scene 1, Act 1
I go to wake Brent up this morning. Half asleep, he mutters "Shoo shoo sheen!" (which is choo choo train in laymen's terms).
In the dark, I try to pick him up and find titi (his blanket). The 'suggestion' gets a little louder that I find his shoo shoo. I try to ignore it, hoping he'll go back to sleep.
While picking titi up, I hear shoo shoo sheen fall behind the crib. Not good. And I'm not the only one who hears it. Suddenly he senses that his beloved train is in peril. I tell him not to worry, I will get it for him.
I lay him back down. Snoring commences immediately. I get a flashlight and perform surgery on the items jammed under his crib to find the train. Once rescued, I wake him up again and give it to him. "Red shoo shoo" he says thankfully, and holds it tight as he sleeps on my shoulder.
So we get to the car and I buckle him in. He starts to stir, and then looks reassured at finding red choo choo in his hand. But wait.... Oh no... I follow his gaze as he looks at his other bare hand. Black choo choo is not there. I see this register on his face, and tell him "It's okay! Look! Red choo choo is all we need this morning".
I hurry into my seat and back the car up, thinking of what a wonderful idea it was yesterday to get an additional choo choo so that I had a backup in case one couldn't be found. Two is better than one, right? Only they're a SET now. One is nothing without the other.
I am almost out of the driveway, when I hear the sirens of a firetruck coming down the road. Oh wait, that noise is coming from the back seat. "Blaaaaaaaaaaaack shoooooooooo shoooooooooo". I can practically hear the half-asleep tears hitting the back of my seat. I gauge my options:
It's only 10 minutes - I can endure this for 10 minutes. This sounds good at first. It's not that long. I'm teaching him not to get everything he wants. So what if this starts the day out on the wrong foot - and that he'll probably cry when I'm trying to leave, and that will be the last vision I have going into my day. I can't think with that NOISE in the back seat!!!
I can go back in the house and try to find other choo choo. Yeah, it's going to have to be that.
So back down the driveway I go, promising to make things better. "Brent, I'm going to go get black choo choo. You need to wait here and I will bring it out, okay?" "O-tay, Momma," he sobs, barely able to breathe.
I park the car and go back in the house. Andy just looks at me. I say "Evidently red choo choo is no good without black choo choo". He accepts this and doesn't comment. I love that my husband is so smart.
I search for black choo choo in the crib, and find him tangled in one of the quilts. Success! Back to the car we go. Brent is calm, knowing that the world is about to become perfect once again. I place the toy in his hand, and he falls asleep. "Doo doo, momma," he mutters with his last breath.
"You're welcome, baby"
In the dark, I try to pick him up and find titi (his blanket). The 'suggestion' gets a little louder that I find his shoo shoo. I try to ignore it, hoping he'll go back to sleep.
While picking titi up, I hear shoo shoo sheen fall behind the crib. Not good. And I'm not the only one who hears it. Suddenly he senses that his beloved train is in peril. I tell him not to worry, I will get it for him.
I lay him back down. Snoring commences immediately. I get a flashlight and perform surgery on the items jammed under his crib to find the train. Once rescued, I wake him up again and give it to him. "Red shoo shoo" he says thankfully, and holds it tight as he sleeps on my shoulder.
So we get to the car and I buckle him in. He starts to stir, and then looks reassured at finding red choo choo in his hand. But wait.... Oh no... I follow his gaze as he looks at his other bare hand. Black choo choo is not there. I see this register on his face, and tell him "It's okay! Look! Red choo choo is all we need this morning".
I hurry into my seat and back the car up, thinking of what a wonderful idea it was yesterday to get an additional choo choo so that I had a backup in case one couldn't be found. Two is better than one, right? Only they're a SET now. One is nothing without the other.
I am almost out of the driveway, when I hear the sirens of a firetruck coming down the road. Oh wait, that noise is coming from the back seat. "Blaaaaaaaaaaaack shoooooooooo shoooooooooo". I can practically hear the half-asleep tears hitting the back of my seat. I gauge my options:
It's only 10 minutes - I can endure this for 10 minutes. This sounds good at first. It's not that long. I'm teaching him not to get everything he wants. So what if this starts the day out on the wrong foot - and that he'll probably cry when I'm trying to leave, and that will be the last vision I have going into my day. I can't think with that NOISE in the back seat!!!
I can go back in the house and try to find other choo choo. Yeah, it's going to have to be that.
So back down the driveway I go, promising to make things better. "Brent, I'm going to go get black choo choo. You need to wait here and I will bring it out, okay?" "O-tay, Momma," he sobs, barely able to breathe.
I park the car and go back in the house. Andy just looks at me. I say "Evidently red choo choo is no good without black choo choo". He accepts this and doesn't comment. I love that my husband is so smart.
I search for black choo choo in the crib, and find him tangled in one of the quilts. Success! Back to the car we go. Brent is calm, knowing that the world is about to become perfect once again. I place the toy in his hand, and he falls asleep. "Doo doo, momma," he mutters with his last breath.
"You're welcome, baby"
12.01.2006
It's the most wonderful time of the year...
I love Christmas! The shopping, the surprises, the traffic (okay, that one's a stretch)...
This season is going to be one of the best. I'm looking forward to decorating and making Brent's first memorable Christmas a wonderful one. I didn't really count the first two as he was still just a fussy little one. And it will be downhill from here, as next year he will have caught on enough to start requesting expensive toys before it even gets here. This year will just be a wonderful surprise for him!
I still haven't gotten him anything yet. I've bought myself some things, does that count?
Tomorrow we're going to get professional portraits done (how "professional" they will be for $10 at Walmart is yet to be seen). So we'll see if someone can get us to all look pretty at the same time. It should be interesting to say the least. I have a few good pictures locked up in my camera, but I lost the cord, so I haven't been able to download them recently. Hopefully soon I can do some catching up.
So this weekend: Pictures, more shopping, and decorating. I can't wait..... I will ask him if he's excited, and hopefully in his best Little Rascal's voice, he'll say my new-favorite Brent-ism: "Ohhh-tay, Momma".
This season is going to be one of the best. I'm looking forward to decorating and making Brent's first memorable Christmas a wonderful one. I didn't really count the first two as he was still just a fussy little one. And it will be downhill from here, as next year he will have caught on enough to start requesting expensive toys before it even gets here. This year will just be a wonderful surprise for him!
I still haven't gotten him anything yet. I've bought myself some things, does that count?
Tomorrow we're going to get professional portraits done (how "professional" they will be for $10 at Walmart is yet to be seen). So we'll see if someone can get us to all look pretty at the same time. It should be interesting to say the least. I have a few good pictures locked up in my camera, but I lost the cord, so I haven't been able to download them recently. Hopefully soon I can do some catching up.
So this weekend: Pictures, more shopping, and decorating. I can't wait..... I will ask him if he's excited, and hopefully in his best Little Rascal's voice, he'll say my new-favorite Brent-ism: "Ohhh-tay, Momma".
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