My Mondays aren't normally bad. But today is turning out to be one of those bad Monday, Mondays.
Last night, I decided on a whim to take the boys to Scott's last hockey game of the season. It was at 7:10pm which is 30min. before the bedtime proceedings begin around here. But, I went, partially to support my darling husband, and partially to make the oldest boy stop crying that daddy was leaving him home with me. Well we went , and it was fun, but we didn't get home till after 9pm, and the boys weren't in bed till 9:30. I thought as I put the youngest in bed that "maybe we'll get to sleep in tomorrow since they are up late tonight." No such luck.
B woke up at 7:30am this am. Cranky and smelly. I changed his diaper and proceeded to bring him down stairs to eat. Well, I guess he was overtired and just cranky but he had a fit. Just miserable crying, back arching, throwing things at me, all this B.C. Before coffee. I ended up feeding him a handful of Nilla wafers, and throwing on the T.V., cause he wouldn't agree to anything else. Thoughts of my B.K. (before kids) ways of thinking came to me this morning as the second kid came downstairs and demanded cookies for breakfast too. I remember so self-righteously thinking that I did NOT understand parents who let their kids eat garbage and junk food, and chicken nuggets. I get it now. Not only to I get it, I do it, a lot. Sometimes I just don't care, and sometimes I don't want a fight and am guilt-filled as I think of the nitrates, preservatives and sugar that I'm pumping my children full of.
I made a decision that I was not going to push to get any of my to-do things done today cause I knew it would be fighting the two of them to get them done. Q was cranky and oppositional from the start today too. Which brings me to another B.K. thought going down in flames. I just didn't understand why parents would let their children dictate what they did. After all, they were the grown ups, don't you just tell a kid "lets do this" and go? HA. Not so much. I often roll over, realizing my expectations are just going to push us all over the edge today, and its not worth it. I'll go grocery shopping tomorrow and we'll eat cereal for dinner again tonight. I don't do it all the time, but enough to be sorta shocked at how I turned out as a parent.
Anywhoo, parenting aside, I'm personally having a Monday. I'm cranky and moody and agitated. Scott and I recently decided that he would go on a 5 day mission trip to Slovakia. It was a last minute thing, and I'm glad he's doing it. We both felt that it was an obedient response to God's call, but of course now I'm freaking out about it. Scott sent me a couple of letters for support that he supposed to send out, when he's leaving NEXT week. It just made me think that this is all not planned and organized very well, and I'm feeling almost spiteful about that. I don't know what I expect. He wasn't originally planning to go, but several people backed out of the trip and they needed someone with construction management and estimating/planning background to go. All of this comes at an extremely uncertain time for Scott and his job security. Rumors fly daily about when the next lay off will be. Its not the best time to be scheduling time off, but I know the Lord's plans are perfect, and I need to rest in that.
Praying that my Monday turns out better this afternoon. Hopefully naps will rejuvenate all of us.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
I didn't die last time.
Well my darling Q is so intelligent, figures things out on his own everyday.
Yesterday and probably everyday, I always tell him NOT to unplug and plug things into the outlet. Like say, the night light and lamp. I tell him he could get VERY hurt or even die. (Yes, I have stellar parenting skills). Well, last night Scott was getting him in bed and Q wanted to switch outlets where the night light is. Scott told him that he would do it, but Q insisted.
"No, I can do it Dad, I didn't die last time."
Yesterday and probably everyday, I always tell him NOT to unplug and plug things into the outlet. Like say, the night light and lamp. I tell him he could get VERY hurt or even die. (Yes, I have stellar parenting skills). Well, last night Scott was getting him in bed and Q wanted to switch outlets where the night light is. Scott told him that he would do it, but Q insisted.
"No, I can do it Dad, I didn't die last time."
Friday, August 7, 2009
A Post About Nothing
So, its been a while. We've been busy. My family was in town for weeks, and it was fun.
We went to the park, the Please Touch Museum twice, countless playgrounds and to our swim club twice.
Its been a mild summer, and I have determined that taking two boys to the swim club myself, is not all that fun/enjoyable/worth it. So we haven't been utilizing our free membership much at all.
Let me explain. Q continues to be a cautious boy. He's too afraid of the water, and although he wants to be in the big pool, he MUST hold onto me for dear life. B, is NOT a cautious boy and although he's 2.8 years younger than Q, he's BRAVE more like fearless, and I hold onto HIM for dear life when we're in the water. This baby boy, 16 months old now, loves to plunge his face in the water, and comes up choking, but laughing at the same time. Not good. I think I prefer the problem Q has, fear of the water is a good thing, I think. Taking the two to the pool myself is exhausting and nearly impossible to hold two boys myself in the water, without accidentally dunking one or scratching the other.
We're currently in the birthday month. Starting w/ Scott's on the 29th of July, we have 6 family birthdays and 4 friend birthdays to celebrate ending August 31st with Q's fourth birthday. Its crazy and expensive. My side of the family will start adopting a "birthday buddies" approach to birthdays. It was getting out of hand, with 8 siblings to buy for (4 sibs, 4 in-laws), and 11 cousins, plus grandparents and don't forget the hubs side of the family, the gift giving gets overwhelming. So we're doing birthday buddies from now on (think of it as birthday 'polyannas').
Someone recently got my phone number from someone on facebook and called me. I don't facebook, but that's another story. This person was a friend of mine in high school. She was in a couple of shows with me and a fun person. So when she called me out of the blue, I didn't know what to do. I waited almost 2 weeks to call her back, when I did, it was a funny conversation. She just wanted to reconnect. Which to me is a strange concept. I guess its kinda nice, buts its not like I will see her, or call her frequently. I don't do well with 'out of sight' friendships. Just ask my 4 bridesmaids that weren't my sisters. I don't even do well with my sister when she moves out of the country to a 12 hour time difference. And she's my sister. And yes, I feel bad about that. Anyway, I haven't talked to my 3 non-sister bridesmaids for probably 8 years, and I've only been married for 9. One of them calls me twice a year, bless her soul. Anyway, I guess since I have no desire to reconnect, I wonder why anyone else would. But it was interesting to hear what my long-lost friend was doing these days. The same thing I am, raising kids, loving life.
This summer has been flying by. Every year in June, I dread the summer thinking I'll be bored, I don't know what to do with my kids for the whole summer, no preschool no bible study to attend, no MOPS, what will a person do? Well, every day I find something to do. And now I find my house is a mess, cause we're never home. I tell you what though, usually by this time of the summer, I'm ready for fall to start and look forward to cool crisp weather. Not so much this year. I would like to keep it here for a while.
I think I would like to conclude my post about nothing right about now. I have to pack up for a day at the beach, hoping for good weather and healthy kids tomorrow, so we can actually go.
We went to the park, the Please Touch Museum twice, countless playgrounds and to our swim club twice.
Its been a mild summer, and I have determined that taking two boys to the swim club myself, is not all that fun/enjoyable/worth it. So we haven't been utilizing our free membership much at all.
Let me explain. Q continues to be a cautious boy. He's too afraid of the water, and although he wants to be in the big pool, he MUST hold onto me for dear life. B, is NOT a cautious boy and although he's 2.8 years younger than Q, he's BRAVE more like fearless, and I hold onto HIM for dear life when we're in the water. This baby boy, 16 months old now, loves to plunge his face in the water, and comes up choking, but laughing at the same time. Not good. I think I prefer the problem Q has, fear of the water is a good thing, I think. Taking the two to the pool myself is exhausting and nearly impossible to hold two boys myself in the water, without accidentally dunking one or scratching the other.
We're currently in the birthday month. Starting w/ Scott's on the 29th of July, we have 6 family birthdays and 4 friend birthdays to celebrate ending August 31st with Q's fourth birthday. Its crazy and expensive. My side of the family will start adopting a "birthday buddies" approach to birthdays. It was getting out of hand, with 8 siblings to buy for (4 sibs, 4 in-laws), and 11 cousins, plus grandparents and don't forget the hubs side of the family, the gift giving gets overwhelming. So we're doing birthday buddies from now on (think of it as birthday 'polyannas').
Someone recently got my phone number from someone on facebook and called me. I don't facebook, but that's another story. This person was a friend of mine in high school. She was in a couple of shows with me and a fun person. So when she called me out of the blue, I didn't know what to do. I waited almost 2 weeks to call her back, when I did, it was a funny conversation. She just wanted to reconnect. Which to me is a strange concept. I guess its kinda nice, buts its not like I will see her, or call her frequently. I don't do well with 'out of sight' friendships. Just ask my 4 bridesmaids that weren't my sisters. I don't even do well with my sister when she moves out of the country to a 12 hour time difference. And she's my sister. And yes, I feel bad about that. Anyway, I haven't talked to my 3 non-sister bridesmaids for probably 8 years, and I've only been married for 9. One of them calls me twice a year, bless her soul. Anyway, I guess since I have no desire to reconnect, I wonder why anyone else would. But it was interesting to hear what my long-lost friend was doing these days. The same thing I am, raising kids, loving life.
This summer has been flying by. Every year in June, I dread the summer thinking I'll be bored, I don't know what to do with my kids for the whole summer, no preschool no bible study to attend, no MOPS, what will a person do? Well, every day I find something to do. And now I find my house is a mess, cause we're never home. I tell you what though, usually by this time of the summer, I'm ready for fall to start and look forward to cool crisp weather. Not so much this year. I would like to keep it here for a while.
I think I would like to conclude my post about nothing right about now. I have to pack up for a day at the beach, hoping for good weather and healthy kids tomorrow, so we can actually go.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Mad Skills
We went to a gigantic summer party/fair a couple of weeks ago and both boys had a great time. There was an area of carnival games and one of the games was that one with the cans stacked in a pyramid on a little table.. you know the one where you're supposed to knock it down with a baseball. Well, Q eyed up the game and wanted to play. He's an avid baseball fan, seriously. We went to a Phillies game an he actually watched it (its more than I can do when i go to a game, I'm so distracted). Anywhoo...we wait in line, while grown men try their hand at the game. No body was knocking them down in their 3 tries. Well, up steps Q-Dog to the plate, picks up the ball, and upon "GO!" knocks them ALL down, and off the table...on the first ball!! I was shocked, as was the entire line of people and the woman working the stand. And for his winnings, he got a tattoo. Kinda lame, I thought (they were forgoing prizes so they could donate to a women's shelter), but Q LOVED it, and refused bathing until it came off, which was a week later. I tell you, he's going to be a baseball player someday. He loves the game, as boring as it is, he watches those darn Phillies games w/ Scott and is really into it. Asks who's up to bat, asks about rules and barley blinks when he watches. Its cute.
Recently, B has learned to walk. On family vacation in May he took his first solo steps and its been about a month and a couple weeks of him practicing, but this past weekend he's finally walking more than crawling. He can turn corners and walk on uneven surfaces. He looks a little like Frankenstein, arms out and an uneven gate, but he's got it! At 15months...I'm in trouble now...he's already fallen and scraped his head and knees.
Recently, B has learned to walk. On family vacation in May he took his first solo steps and its been about a month and a couple weeks of him practicing, but this past weekend he's finally walking more than crawling. He can turn corners and walk on uneven surfaces. He looks a little like Frankenstein, arms out and an uneven gate, but he's got it! At 15months...I'm in trouble now...he's already fallen and scraped his head and knees.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Mother of the Year
So, I won't be nominated for mother of the year this year...my violations include:
1. Penning two children in the oldest child's bedroom w/ a baby gate so I could get a shower. The room is pretty much baby proof, including tethering the furniture to the walls and outlet covers. I thought I'd be safe to get my shower. Nope. Two minutes into my shower they're both laughing hysterically IN the bathroom, throwing open the shower curtain. Somehow the two of them overpowered the gate. It was laying of the floor when I investigated their escape.
(this was on Monday).
2. Today, I tried the same maneuver, except I put the gate in the hallway, giving the oldest explicit instructions NOT to knock down the gate, I was just going to throw a load of laundry in. I return 2 minutes later and smell nail polish. That can't be good. Q is laughing hysterically and saying "Now you're shiny and new!" He had painted the truck wheels on one of his dump trucks, oh and his brother's hands. Nice. B still has remnants of pearly pink polish on his hands. Luckily I got there in time to prevent any more disaster like B licking his hands or the hardwood floor getting painted. (I remember a friend of mine telling me what mischief her little girl got into, and I always thought, WTH? Don't you watch your kid?-Paybacks are a b.)
3. Today again at the mall, trying to escape my self-imposed torture of no T.V., B's little octopus arms reached out and grabbed the chocolate milk Q was drinking and dumped it all over himself, the stroller and the floor. Thankfully he was wearing a chocolate brown shirt.
Thankfully, I'm laughing at it all. The no t.v. thing has been good and bad. Good that I know I don't really need to put the t.v. on for the boys, they do ok without it. But a hard and fast rule of no T.V. isn't great. I learned that my favorite time of day is when Q first gets up for the morning and after his nap. He's absolutely precious and sweet. These are usually times of the day I roll over and put the T.V. on and go back to sleep, or surf the Internet.
Bad in that there are definitely times when I need a break from referring, and the T.V. was/is great at getting at least on of them distracted for a while. I'm sure my sister would say that she has some awesome plan or idea to deal with that. They watch very little, I think maybe once a week they put the thing on for a movie. But I don't now how she does that. And honestly, my sister and I are two very different people, and well, I think she's a little crazy... She has 4 girls and homeschools AND eats organically. Enough said? LOL!
1. Penning two children in the oldest child's bedroom w/ a baby gate so I could get a shower. The room is pretty much baby proof, including tethering the furniture to the walls and outlet covers. I thought I'd be safe to get my shower. Nope. Two minutes into my shower they're both laughing hysterically IN the bathroom, throwing open the shower curtain. Somehow the two of them overpowered the gate. It was laying of the floor when I investigated their escape.
(this was on Monday).
2. Today, I tried the same maneuver, except I put the gate in the hallway, giving the oldest explicit instructions NOT to knock down the gate, I was just going to throw a load of laundry in. I return 2 minutes later and smell nail polish. That can't be good. Q is laughing hysterically and saying "Now you're shiny and new!" He had painted the truck wheels on one of his dump trucks, oh and his brother's hands. Nice. B still has remnants of pearly pink polish on his hands. Luckily I got there in time to prevent any more disaster like B licking his hands or the hardwood floor getting painted. (I remember a friend of mine telling me what mischief her little girl got into, and I always thought, WTH? Don't you watch your kid?-Paybacks are a b.)
3. Today again at the mall, trying to escape my self-imposed torture of no T.V., B's little octopus arms reached out and grabbed the chocolate milk Q was drinking and dumped it all over himself, the stroller and the floor. Thankfully he was wearing a chocolate brown shirt.
Thankfully, I'm laughing at it all. The no t.v. thing has been good and bad. Good that I know I don't really need to put the t.v. on for the boys, they do ok without it. But a hard and fast rule of no T.V. isn't great. I learned that my favorite time of day is when Q first gets up for the morning and after his nap. He's absolutely precious and sweet. These are usually times of the day I roll over and put the T.V. on and go back to sleep, or surf the Internet.
Bad in that there are definitely times when I need a break from referring, and the T.V. was/is great at getting at least on of them distracted for a while. I'm sure my sister would say that she has some awesome plan or idea to deal with that. They watch very little, I think maybe once a week they put the thing on for a movie. But I don't now how she does that. And honestly, my sister and I are two very different people, and well, I think she's a little crazy... She has 4 girls and homeschools AND eats organically. Enough said? LOL!
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
A Week Without T.V.
The television, T.V., the boob tube, the electronic babysitter...whatever you want to call it. We watch all too much of it at my house. I've been thinking of challenging myself to go a week without it for some time now. Well, on Sunday sitting in church (where I get all my great ideas, I like to think they're divinely inspired), I decided that this was the week to start it. With all the rain lately, I've been using it as an excuse to let Q watch unendless shows most days of the week. I noticed too, that if he asked to watch and I said "NO," he would pitch a fit, and I it made me think, now is the time...he's addicted. So am I. Even though its summer, and there's nothing on, Scott and I will spend hours at night, flipping thru the nothing and land on some stupid reality show and numb our minds. (but hey, at least we're doing something together right?). Not to mention its baseball season, and if I hear another announcer say the Phillies blew it another night, and then have Scott whine about the Phillies, I was going to put my foot threw the thing anyway. (Who knew that baseball season is like 150 games long, not including the playoffs--last season was sooo long).
So anyway, I'm 3 days into no T.V.. I somehow convinced Scott that we should do this as well, not just for the oldest boy child. He agreed.
Day ONE:
No biggie. I prepped Q the night before that there would be no T.V. this week. And surprisingly, he only asked me to watch once, and was fine when I said no. This day went smoothly. We played for some of the early morning and then went to the mall to run some errands and look for new Crocs. Had lunch there and came home for naps and then ran out to the store for lunch meat for the week. No major meltdowns, and both boys entertained themselves really well. I didn't even want to put it on. That night I went to bible study, so there was no temptation for me to watch when the kiddies went to bed.
Day Two:
Again, no problem. Q had his first swim lesson. He was scared to death, but he still cooperated I was so proud of him as he sat in the water and shivered while he waited for his turn to be tortured by floating on his back. Ate lunch out again with his friend who we went to lessons with (she wouldn't get in the water). It was very cute that Q kept telling her it wasn't too scary, and that the teacher was really nice.
It seemed like a really long afternoon, but not because of the no t.v. rule. Q only took a short nap, so we had craft time while B slept. We made a Captain Hook bank, which is cute, and Q did a great job following the steps in the craft book. It was nice. The boys spent at least an hour in our wet green sand table, and made a huge mess of themselves and the deck. So we had early baths before dinner. All this was accomplished before 5pm. And it was another hour and a half before Scott got home for dinner. By the time he got home, I was done playing cruise director and needed a break. So I mowed the lawn and loved it. It got me good and sweaty and I could see the results of my work in a nicely mowed lawn at the end. The lawn is not one of my chores, but it was a good break.
Day Three:
The hardest day yet. When Q came in my room this morning at 7:15am, and asked for a show, I was tempted, cause I was tired and wanted to snooze more. But I pushed threw it. However, it was a rough morning. Both boys were so cranky waking up today. B tantrummed first thing out of the crib, over what? I don't know (me thinks he wanted to nurse and I'm done with that feeding,says me--today). Q pitched a fit cause I wouldn't make smoothies, and wanted his milk in a baby cup and whatever else I did ,he didn't want. I sent him back to his room to start over. It helped a little.
I realized today, why I let Q watch so much t.v.. It keeps him and B out of each other's hair. B doesn't show an interest in T.V., so he plays while Q watches. He has free run of the toys. When the t.v. isn't on, Q plays and then the territory fights begin. B is getting quite aggressive in his attempt at keeping the toy he's playing with. Q is very good at snatching anything B is playing with...its a fun combo.
Tonight I haven't been tempted to watch. A friend brought me a good fiction book I'm going to read in a bit, after I shower. I managed to get in a work out and clean the kitchen up after getting the boys in bed. Scott is out playing ice hockey, so he's not having a hard time giving up the T.V. tonight.
I actually think giving up the computer would be harder for me. I must jump on here 15 times a day, checking e-mail and my blogs. Its my connection to the outside world. I have considered giving it up as well. I'll have to think about that.
We'll see what days 4 and 5 have in store for me.
So anyway, I'm 3 days into no T.V.. I somehow convinced Scott that we should do this as well, not just for the oldest boy child. He agreed.
Day ONE:
No biggie. I prepped Q the night before that there would be no T.V. this week. And surprisingly, he only asked me to watch once, and was fine when I said no. This day went smoothly. We played for some of the early morning and then went to the mall to run some errands and look for new Crocs. Had lunch there and came home for naps and then ran out to the store for lunch meat for the week. No major meltdowns, and both boys entertained themselves really well. I didn't even want to put it on. That night I went to bible study, so there was no temptation for me to watch when the kiddies went to bed.
Day Two:
Again, no problem. Q had his first swim lesson. He was scared to death, but he still cooperated I was so proud of him as he sat in the water and shivered while he waited for his turn to be tortured by floating on his back. Ate lunch out again with his friend who we went to lessons with (she wouldn't get in the water). It was very cute that Q kept telling her it wasn't too scary, and that the teacher was really nice.
It seemed like a really long afternoon, but not because of the no t.v. rule. Q only took a short nap, so we had craft time while B slept. We made a Captain Hook bank, which is cute, and Q did a great job following the steps in the craft book. It was nice. The boys spent at least an hour in our wet green sand table, and made a huge mess of themselves and the deck. So we had early baths before dinner. All this was accomplished before 5pm. And it was another hour and a half before Scott got home for dinner. By the time he got home, I was done playing cruise director and needed a break. So I mowed the lawn and loved it. It got me good and sweaty and I could see the results of my work in a nicely mowed lawn at the end. The lawn is not one of my chores, but it was a good break.
Day Three:
The hardest day yet. When Q came in my room this morning at 7:15am, and asked for a show, I was tempted, cause I was tired and wanted to snooze more. But I pushed threw it. However, it was a rough morning. Both boys were so cranky waking up today. B tantrummed first thing out of the crib, over what? I don't know (me thinks he wanted to nurse and I'm done with that feeding,says me--today). Q pitched a fit cause I wouldn't make smoothies, and wanted his milk in a baby cup and whatever else I did ,he didn't want. I sent him back to his room to start over. It helped a little.
I realized today, why I let Q watch so much t.v.. It keeps him and B out of each other's hair. B doesn't show an interest in T.V., so he plays while Q watches. He has free run of the toys. When the t.v. isn't on, Q plays and then the territory fights begin. B is getting quite aggressive in his attempt at keeping the toy he's playing with. Q is very good at snatching anything B is playing with...its a fun combo.
Tonight I haven't been tempted to watch. A friend brought me a good fiction book I'm going to read in a bit, after I shower. I managed to get in a work out and clean the kitchen up after getting the boys in bed. Scott is out playing ice hockey, so he's not having a hard time giving up the T.V. tonight.
I actually think giving up the computer would be harder for me. I must jump on here 15 times a day, checking e-mail and my blogs. Its my connection to the outside world. I have considered giving it up as well. I'll have to think about that.
We'll see what days 4 and 5 have in store for me.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Night and Day
So I have been observing that my two boys are very different. Night and day, really. For instance:
1. Q eats a few things without prodding, B eats anything without prodding (mostly).
2. The things that Q eats readily, B will NOT eat. (yogurt, applesauce and mac n cheese).
3. Q is cautious, B not so much.
4. Q talked early and a LOT. B, not so much.
5. Q had an annoying habit of screaming the moment I left a room, and did not stop till I returned (the poor nursery workers at church and MOPS). B does the scream just to make me feel bad, but as soon as I'm out of sight he stops.
6. B loves daddy. It took Q a while to warm up to him (and now they're inseparable).
7. Q loves books always has. B has NO time to sit in my lap and read. He literally tries to throw them at me. One of Q's first phrases was "the end" at the end of a book.
More about number three. On Sunday, B learned how to stand up by himself without holding onto something. Big props for him. He's 14.5 months and still not really walking. I think this is a major step. Well, today in the bathtub, he figured he could stand in there, and then discovered when he plunked himself down in the water, it made a fun splash. Well, this was too much fun. Big brother joined in and it was mayhem. I tried in vain to stop the dive bombing fun...it was too late, and B face planted his open mouth onto the porcelain tub. He screamed, I freaked. Expecting blood or worse, I scooped him out of the tub. After examining him, I discovered he chipped two teeth, but wasn't hurt otherwise, and then was the boy PISSED that he was NOT in the tub. The second I put him back into the tub, he stopped screaming and resumed the dive bombing. So now he has two shards of teeth and I'm thinking I'm going to wean him rather quickly, cause well, its not comfortable.
Q was never so physical. He never climbed or got into anything much. B on the other hand climbs on everything. He discovered how to climb onto the coffee table and stand up. Lovely. He also learned how to pull something over to aid him in climbing onto something he can't reach. It seems he has no fear of water either. Another thing that announced their differences happened last week.
We went to a kids indoor play ground that had two moon bounces. One had a slide. Q previously, flat out REFUSED to slide down the slide, even if I went with him. B loved the slide. However, Q refused again to try the slide...so finally, knowing he'd like it, and going against all the things I said I would never do, I threw him down it. He LOVED it and then didn't stop doing it. It's taken him 2 years to try it, B, already has it mastered.
I think I'm in serious trouble with my "all boy" #2 boy child. He has a little mischievous glint in his eyes sometimes, and that cannot be good.
1. Q eats a few things without prodding, B eats anything without prodding (mostly).
2. The things that Q eats readily, B will NOT eat. (yogurt, applesauce and mac n cheese).
3. Q is cautious, B not so much.
4. Q talked early and a LOT. B, not so much.
5. Q had an annoying habit of screaming the moment I left a room, and did not stop till I returned (the poor nursery workers at church and MOPS). B does the scream just to make me feel bad, but as soon as I'm out of sight he stops.
6. B loves daddy. It took Q a while to warm up to him (and now they're inseparable).
7. Q loves books always has. B has NO time to sit in my lap and read. He literally tries to throw them at me. One of Q's first phrases was "the end" at the end of a book.
More about number three. On Sunday, B learned how to stand up by himself without holding onto something. Big props for him. He's 14.5 months and still not really walking. I think this is a major step. Well, today in the bathtub, he figured he could stand in there, and then discovered when he plunked himself down in the water, it made a fun splash. Well, this was too much fun. Big brother joined in and it was mayhem. I tried in vain to stop the dive bombing fun...it was too late, and B face planted his open mouth onto the porcelain tub. He screamed, I freaked. Expecting blood or worse, I scooped him out of the tub. After examining him, I discovered he chipped two teeth, but wasn't hurt otherwise, and then was the boy PISSED that he was NOT in the tub. The second I put him back into the tub, he stopped screaming and resumed the dive bombing. So now he has two shards of teeth and I'm thinking I'm going to wean him rather quickly, cause well, its not comfortable.
Q was never so physical. He never climbed or got into anything much. B on the other hand climbs on everything. He discovered how to climb onto the coffee table and stand up. Lovely. He also learned how to pull something over to aid him in climbing onto something he can't reach. It seems he has no fear of water either. Another thing that announced their differences happened last week.
We went to a kids indoor play ground that had two moon bounces. One had a slide. Q previously, flat out REFUSED to slide down the slide, even if I went with him. B loved the slide. However, Q refused again to try the slide...so finally, knowing he'd like it, and going against all the things I said I would never do, I threw him down it. He LOVED it and then didn't stop doing it. It's taken him 2 years to try it, B, already has it mastered.
I think I'm in serious trouble with my "all boy" #2 boy child. He has a little mischievous glint in his eyes sometimes, and that cannot be good.
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