1.29.2010

I believe you.

J just paused in his playing with Thomas and Percy to brace himself against the coffee table, and begin grunting and grimacing. He then looked at me and said, "I not yucky, I fine.", and then walked away like he'd just ridden a horse for 10 hours.
It makes me wonder when all the times I thought I was being so clever when I was little, if my parents were just barely holding it in, and then explosively laughing once I left the room.

1.28.2010

The Toddler Rules of Eating

  1.  Mommy and Daddy's food is always better, unless it's something I've never had before.
  2.  If Mommy and Daddy put what's on their plate directly onto mine in an attempt to circumvent rule #1, I'll still go for their plate.
  3. If Mommy and Daddy make me something special because what's on their plate is something I've vehemently rejected in the past, it's a good time to decide that I do indeed like what they have. 
  4.  If I'm not hungry, I'll be messy. If I am hungry, I'll very carefully and fastidiously eat every morsel. If I'm really hungry, I'll haphazardly shove anything vaguely resembling food towards my face.
  5. My favorite food can change randomly and without warning.
  6. My favorite food is always a hit, unless I'm hungry and whining for food. Then I want something else. You have to guess what.

1.25.2010

Poor baby.

Several times tonight, Dave and I have left J & B in the living room, B on her playmat, J doing whatever, only to come running when B starts wailing frantically. Once, it was because J was yelling in her face ("BAAAAYYBEEEEE"). The other times?
She's perfecting her rolling over. The catch? Because of her lack of coordination, her left arm keeps getting stuck by her side, preventing her from completing the roll. Thus, she's left awkwardly on her left side, unable to flip onto her front or to her back. Hence, the frantic screaming.
Despite her obvious distress, the last couple times Dave and I can't help but laugh a bit, and then feel bad about laughing. Rolling over is just so serious!

1.24.2010

He would know.

Dave came out of the closet bathroom to see B lying on the couch, watching him. He walked up to her, talking in an octave higher than normal, and was rewarded with a huge grin and giggle. J watched the exchange, and then informed Dave, "See yikes you."

1.21.2010

*tear*

J and I were snacking on a few crackers before bed, and he'd just "given" me the last one (read: shoved it into my mouth). He then took the plate ("all done cwackers"), and went into the kitchen. I was expecting him to put it on the counter (or in the recycle bin; it's a 50/50 chance which he'll pick), but instead I heard some shuffling and vague banging sounds. I asked what he was doing, since the baby was on my lap, and got no response. A minute later, he rounds the corner, very carefully holding a moderately laden plate, and set it next to me.
"More cwackers, Mommy."

1.20.2010

In case you were wondering, my dear children....

B:
  • You can sleep if I'm not holding you, I promise.
  • Your brother is not the only interesting human being in your life. Laugh for Mommy or Daddy every once in a while, please?
  • Stop growing! Mommy just got finished going through all the 0-6 month clothes; she doesn't want to start all over again with the next round in your wardrobe.
  • Your hands are attached to you. Whenever one escapes from your mouth, don't fret; it'll be back soon.


J:
  • Yes, a movie is technically over when the credits begin to roll, but you don't need to jump up instantly and remove the DVD from the player especially if: a) there are amusing things happening during/after the credits, or b) you are planning on losing/scratching the DVD.
  • If you're hungry for a snack, just tell me what you want. I know you know the words for your favorite foods. The whole rigmarole where I list every food in the house while you yell/grunt a negative got old long ago.
  • Stop learning brand names! It's really disconcerting to hear you yell 'Wahmart!' when we go shopping; 'Deezy' whenever we watch a movie; 'Djepadee' whenever I'm watching my favorite game show; and 'Enbeezee!' every time I watch the Tonight Show. It makes mommy feel like she's overexposing you to commercialization, when really she doesn't think she is.
  • When you notice the baby is sleeping, the proper response is not to yell, "Baby seeeeeeeeeepiiiiiing!"
  • If the baby is grumpy and crying, the proper response is not to shriek back.
  • If Mommy tells you that if you shriek again, you'll go on time-out, you probably shouldn't answer her with another mind-ringing shriek.

*Facepalm*

So, J got out of the bath yesterday, and, as per tradition, he was happily running naked around the apartment. He very quickly realized that I'd set up a box-fan in the living room where the diapers were on the drying rack.
He dashes over.
"Issa fan on?"
"Yes, the fan is on."
He looks at me, still thoroughly sodden and standing dead in front of the fan, teeth chattering.
"Issa fan very cold."

1.13.2010

*Sigh*.....brothers....

I was changing B's diaper when J came in, holding the Sprite 12-pack box that I'd thrown in the trash earlier. I asked him what it was, and he replied, "Spasip" and proceeded to make 'spaceship' noises: "pewwww. ppsssshh." Expecting to get an answer like "Issa spasip fwying.", I then asked, "What is the spaceship doing?"
He got a little smile, and then crashed the Sprite box into his sister's chest. "Bwwwsssshh!"

1.12.2010

He should probably stop that before junior high....

J's latest "thing" is kissing. He'll run up to the baby while I'm holding her. "I kissa Baby" He'll give his stuffed WALL-E a hug. "I kissa Wawwee." He'll pause from flying Buzz Lightyear. "I kissa Buzz."

But now, I think it's gone too far. He was begging to "watsa veeo?" a couple of minutes ago, and by process of elimination determined that he want to "watsa twains".
So, I put the video in, he runs up to the TV, and: "I kissa twains. I kissa Thomas!"

Tone-deaf, just like Mommy

Jonas is currently lying on the floor, singsongingly (not a word? I don't care) repeating, "We piwates doondoo neefing. Dee destay-ome pie-woun. Awif assus do eefing, assass-selloo doondoo neefing.".
I would also like to point out that Dave's birthday is in 5 days.

For the VeggieTales-impaired: "We are the Pirates Who Don't Do Anything. We just stay at home, and lie around. And if you ask us to do anything, we'll just tell you, 'we don't do anything.'"

We Missed It

I was off changing J's diaper this morning, while S was working on brunch. S left B on the couch, up against the back of the couch, since she can't roll over yet ... no big deal. I get back to the living room, sit at my computer, look at the couch, and B is on her stomach, facing the back of the couch with her legs hanging off of the couch. I hollered at S to ask how she left B, and she told me. The little girl rolled over and we both missed it.

She is now happily looking at stuff from her blanket on the floor.

1.06.2010

Not Quite What We Had Intended

We're attempting to get J used to his little potty. It's currently sitting in our living room so he'll get used to being around it. J currently has a bad diaper rash and is consequently running around naked. He's been randomly saying "Poo-Poo," so I've been putting him on the potty, which he doesn't like, and I gave him a little piece of chocolate as a reward for sitting on the potty with no pants on. He sat there contentedly eating his "cho-coc" while S and I praise him for it and telling him how good he is for sitting on the potty and what a big boy he is, etc. After he finished his chocolate, he got up, walked around to close the lid for the potty, closed it, and proceeded to stand on it. He then said with a slight smile, "Tim-out over."

*facepalm*