Friday, November 30, 2007
Mom: Finish your Cheetos.
Preschooler: I don't want any more Cheetos.
Mom: Fine. Then you have to finish your cookies.
SERIOUSLY! Cameron dreams of me telling him to finish his cookies, for goodness sake!
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Cameron is not a fan of having his hair washed, and often insists it is already clean despite evidence to the contrary. This evening, however, Cameron enthusiastically submitted to a thorough hairwashing once I had prepared a top-secret Destinkifying potion. The Aquaphorius charm also worked like, well, a charm in the application of post-bath ointment. Now to come up with a charm for room cleaning . . .
Monday, November 26, 2007
Saturday, November 24, 2007
We spent the official holiday with David's family (awaiting great photos from Stacy to post here!). Cameron had a fantastic time playing with his cousins, who were very good-natured about entertaining a much younger child. Matthew never touched the ground as he was passed from admiring relative to admiring relative. "Well," we thought, "that was nice! Shall we do it again tomorrow?"
So, the next day we celebrated with my family! Cameron found an intellectual and emotional equal in his Uncle Zack.
And Grandpa Frank helped us out tremendously in achieving our goal of another trip to Urgent Care by encouraging a preschooler to stick things in his nose. Have we forgotten the unfortunate Googly Eye Incident, Grandpa?
We also enjoyed the company of our good friends Jess and Pat. (Hi Ellie! This photo is for you!)
One of the highlights of the evening was watching an old video of Zack and Andy performing an impressive dance/synchronized swimming routine. They were lookin' good in their fluorescent 80's swimwear. Zack had some rockin' moves and Andy made the most of his stylin' mullet, whipping his wet hair around after a particularly spectacular underwater flip. Here's Andy now, with a slightly updated look, playing Guitar Hero.
So, today, we recover from the excessive pie consumption . . . times two.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
And here's the big boy now! No longer does he just stare at that red plastic doggie -- he hits it, he pulls it, he squeals at it. Before I know it he'll be sitting, then crawling, then walking and then *sniff* next thing you know he'll be heading off to college!So, we'll have our fun until he's old enough to be embarassed by us!
We know how quickly they grow up because Cameron, who I swear was a sweet droopy-cheeked baby just the other day, is all big boy now. This morning we met up with Cameron's buddy, Pat. Cameron humors us and allows us to think that Pat is our friend, too. Pat and Cameron played a game of checkers and, well, Pat stinks at the game. He kept repeatedly moving his checkers right where Cameron could jump them! Silly Pat . . .
And in the afternoon, Cameron was a big help in raking up the leaves.
Well, I'm off to see if Cameron's finished making our dinner!
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
Today Matthew and I made a quick trip to the mall. I figured it'd take 10 minutes to run in and out. Instead, I stopped every few feet to say, "Yes, thanks, but he's a boy!" The cashier was particularly taken with Matthew. After admiring him for quite some time she ventured a guess: "Is he adopted?" When I said yes, she quite sincerely told me how she has always wanted to adopt. She asked me a few questions about the process and I was thinking what a nice conversation this was when she said, still quite seriously, "Yes, I figure I'll have 10 kids of my own and then adopt 10. And then we'll move to Kenya and live like one big tribe." Uhhh-huhhh. I smiled, wished her the best and headed off with my purchases thinking, "First off, best wishes to your poor uterus should you succeed in this plan. Second, let's check back in after, say, kid number 2 and see if you'd still like another 18! And third, I wonder what airfare would be like to move yourself and your 20 children to Kenya!" And since it is National Adoption Awareness Month, let's just throw in this little bit of education on positive adoption language: Adopted or not, Matthew is "my own" kid! And he's also my "real" kid. What he is not is my biological kid! stepping off soapbox and heading to bed . . .
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
On a more positive note, we believe strongly in learning through doing so here is Cameron fulfilling his dream of recreating the Tropicana carton version of orange juice. Sadly, I must report that you can not actually just poke a straw in an orange and drink the juice right out of it. I think Cameron will just have to ask for one of those "Only $19.95 per month plus S&H" juicers for Christmas.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
The visit also meant that David and I had the rare opportunity to go out. We went and saw "Dan in Real Life," which I would give an enthusiastic two thumbs up. However, you may want to consult a more unbiased source before you buy your tickets. You see, when you only go to a grown up movie about once a year you are very easily amused. "Oooh, moving pictures! Of REAL people! No animation!" I realized it had been too long when I found myself laughing loudly during the pre-movie commercials. Yes, you read that right. Not even the PREVIEWS. I was laughing at the Pepsi commercial! (By the way, a note to other sleep-deprived mommies out there: They are now making a new Pepsi with Ginseng and extra caffeine! I don't even like soda but I found myself thinking, "Hmmm. Extra caffeine! Not a bad idea!")
Well, if I thought the commercials were good, the previews had me in tears from laughing so hard and by the time we reached the amusing parts of the movie I'm sure the people around us were regretting their choice of seats. I can imagine the conversations after the show: "She LOOKED normal! But, I mean, CLEARLY, something was not qite right with that one!"
The other realization I had at the mall was that I am not a teenager anymore. Not even close. And would no longer be mistaken for one. The theater was packed with girls who appeared to be a size -2. All were wearing clothes that must be fashionable but I would never have guessed. Yes, gone are the days when I felt in tune with the young people, now I relate to the middle-aged mom with the bratty kid in tow and the cute Vera Bradley bag.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
10. Getting up at 3 am to feed a crying baby.
9. Getting up again at 6am to feed a crying baby.
8. Getting up at 7am to feed a hungry preschooler.
7. Building a Lincoln Log pirate ship and knocking it down.
6. Building a Lincoln Log house and knocking it down.
5. Singing "5 Little Pumpkins" five times.
4. Bickering over whether 9am is too early for Halloween candy.
3. Bicking over whether 10am is too early for Halloween candy.
2. Answering the question "Why?"
1. Listening to an original composition on a child's electronic keyboard with "Irritating High-Pitched Whistle" selected instead of "Piano" or perhaps "Organ."
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Everyone tells me how much I look like my mother. When I saw this photo I thought, "Oh my gosh. I do. I look just like my mom!"