Here are reports of posts you've missed, primarily because they were written only in my head. If I actually posted as much as I think about posting, this would be a much more interesting place to visit.
FIRST BLOOD
The story of the Little Man's first wound. Chock-full of all the things that make a good drama great - loss of balance, weeping, lots and lots of blood, crying mothers, and grandpas who save the day and make it all better. Notable quotes: "I've finally found something in parenting that instantly makes me lose it - blood on pastel footie pajamas." and "Ironically, the Little Man couldn't have chosen a more boyish wound. It's strategically placed and timed so that he'll look like he has a boogie hanging out of his nose in all of the Christmas photos."
CHRISTMAS FUN
An enchanting pictorial of a giant, noisy, confusing lovely family Christmas. Replete with tales of all five Christmas adventures we undertook, with an in-depth look at the one at my parents' where the living room ended up filled with people, and gifts, and torn paper, and excited kids and babies, just the way I like it. Includes some commentary on "the Little Man received metric tons of toys" and "Where are we going to put all this crap?"
FLOATIES
Commentary on the Little Man's recent predilection for pooing in the tub. Includes thoughts on 'Mommy doesn't think she should be the one to clean and sterilize after each instance even though she ends up doing it.' and 'How, if you know what you're looking for, this can be good practice for pooing in the potty if you can whisk the kid out of the tub and onto the potty fast enough' Notable quote "And then from the bathroom I hear the little brother say 'Why are there little brown things floating in the tub?'"
A Happy New Year to you all, and here's to my blog being more entertaining in the year to come.
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Monday, December 12, 2005
Hee Hee Hee, Ho Ho Ho
And lo, holidays are upon us. For some reason I am more seasonally inspired than normal. I'm actually ready for the shopping and the decorating and the baking and the parties and the parades and parades of family. Surprisingly I'm not exhausted by the five holiday parties I've attended in the last seven days, nor am I daunted by the five family Christmas celebrations I'll be attending in the next seven. I have no idea why this is, but I'm certainly enjoying it.
I've been trying to indoctrinate the Little Man in the traditions of winter and Christmas, but with limited success. He likes (read: demands) to have the tree lit, and MUST have a certain drum ornament in his hot little hand NOW if he catches sight of it. Beyond that and playing with my giant 2-foot nutcracker, he could care less about the decorations. Christmas books are shut as soon as they are opened, unread, and pronounced "The End". Santa merited a hug the first time they met, and a screaming fit the second. Sledding is ok, but watching mommy slide down the hill alone and almost land in the drainage ditch is worth doubled-up peals of laughter. (he is JUST like his dad)
Baking is a hit. He likes cookie dough. He likes cookies. He likes banging on all unused (and in-use) bowls. He likes the hand mixer. He likes the stacking and the knocking down of various ingredient bottles, boxes and tubs. And he likes eating cookies. Really. Likes. Eating. Cookies.
His best holiday skill, though, is one that he came up with himself. I don't know if Elmo showed him this, or daycare, or Daddy, or Grandma, or if he just invented it out of his little head. When you say "Hee hee hee" he will reply "Ho, ho, ho", and vice-versa, to infinity. I don't care who taught him, I just care that I can get him to do it over and over and over until I bust out laughing. Ho, ho, ho.
I've been trying to indoctrinate the Little Man in the traditions of winter and Christmas, but with limited success. He likes (read: demands) to have the tree lit, and MUST have a certain drum ornament in his hot little hand NOW if he catches sight of it. Beyond that and playing with my giant 2-foot nutcracker, he could care less about the decorations. Christmas books are shut as soon as they are opened, unread, and pronounced "The End". Santa merited a hug the first time they met, and a screaming fit the second. Sledding is ok, but watching mommy slide down the hill alone and almost land in the drainage ditch is worth doubled-up peals of laughter. (he is JUST like his dad)
Baking is a hit. He likes cookie dough. He likes cookies. He likes banging on all unused (and in-use) bowls. He likes the hand mixer. He likes the stacking and the knocking down of various ingredient bottles, boxes and tubs. And he likes eating cookies. Really. Likes. Eating. Cookies.
His best holiday skill, though, is one that he came up with himself. I don't know if Elmo showed him this, or daycare, or Daddy, or Grandma, or if he just invented it out of his little head. When you say "Hee hee hee" he will reply "Ho, ho, ho", and vice-versa, to infinity. I don't care who taught him, I just care that I can get him to do it over and over and over until I bust out laughing. Ho, ho, ho.
Monday, November 28, 2005
10 Lovely Things
Reviewing my past few posts, I notice that you poor readers end up being fed fountains of negativity, primarily as a result of my unwillingness to poney up for actual counseling. So in the spirit of the holidays, a happy post!
My Little Man gets more and more fun the older he gets. Here are 10 lovely things that he's been doing lately to make his mama giggle.
10. He nests at night. He takes every cover in his room (last count: 6) and piles them on one end of the bed, then plows into the huge nest of fluff until he gets comfortable and goes to sleep.
9. His favorite TV show is Little Einsteins, which he watches with rapt attention. He has the sense to not care about horrid drek like the Doodlebops and the Wiggles. Boy's got taste!
8. He loves to drum. Everything is a "bum," as he calls it: pots, pans, walls, tables, plates, glasses, mommy, the cat, even his tummy.
8b. A direct effect of this obsession is that all the grown people around him end up saying words like "bum" "bumstick" "bumming" and "the little bummer boy" with a straight face (except for me, who is sniggering in the background).
7. He body-tackles the cat to give him hugs.
6. He LOVES his new fake Crocs, and they look so cute.
5. He's surprisingly good with babies. He saw his one-month-old twin cousins this weekend, and he didn't get at all jealous of them. He'd cruise by and pat or kiss them on the head occasionally, and even lean into their crib and say "Bye!" when he'd leave the room.
4. Sometimes he sits beside me, pats my arm, and says "Mommm-uheeeeeee", over and over and over. It melts the heart, it does.
3. Every time he enters a room with people in it, he says "Oh, Hi!" with a big ol' grin on his face.
2. He blew kisses to me over the speakerphone when he stayed at his grandma's.
1. If something really strikes his funny bone, he laughs the best deep belly laugh ever.
I sure love that Little Man. Who wouldn't?
My Little Man gets more and more fun the older he gets. Here are 10 lovely things that he's been doing lately to make his mama giggle.
10. He nests at night. He takes every cover in his room (last count: 6) and piles them on one end of the bed, then plows into the huge nest of fluff until he gets comfortable and goes to sleep.
9. His favorite TV show is Little Einsteins, which he watches with rapt attention. He has the sense to not care about horrid drek like the Doodlebops and the Wiggles. Boy's got taste!
8. He loves to drum. Everything is a "bum," as he calls it: pots, pans, walls, tables, plates, glasses, mommy, the cat, even his tummy.
8b. A direct effect of this obsession is that all the grown people around him end up saying words like "bum" "bumstick" "bumming" and "the little bummer boy" with a straight face (except for me, who is sniggering in the background).
7. He body-tackles the cat to give him hugs.
6. He LOVES his new fake Crocs, and they look so cute.
5. He's surprisingly good with babies. He saw his one-month-old twin cousins this weekend, and he didn't get at all jealous of them. He'd cruise by and pat or kiss them on the head occasionally, and even lean into their crib and say "Bye!" when he'd leave the room.
4. Sometimes he sits beside me, pats my arm, and says "Mommm-uheeeeeee", over and over and over. It melts the heart, it does.
3. Every time he enters a room with people in it, he says "Oh, Hi!" with a big ol' grin on his face.
2. He blew kisses to me over the speakerphone when he stayed at his grandma's.
1. If something really strikes his funny bone, he laughs the best deep belly laugh ever.
I sure love that Little Man. Who wouldn't?
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