Yesterday, Matthew got a freaked out look on his face while standing on the top of the steps. He looks at me and says “biper mommy!” I say “diaper?” and he says “nooooo, biper”, so I say “Swiper the fox??” and he says YES! So I listen and I hear the cat downstairs scratching in the cat box and start laughing, because on Dora the Explorer, when Swiper the Fox comes to steal from Dora, the music is kind of a scratchy sound.
Wednesday, I am at the Midwife’s office with Matthew and they are doing a quick pelvic exam. Matthew keeps trying to see what is going on under the sheet while the nurse and the midwife try to get him up by my head. Matthew asks “doctor hurt mommy’s vulva?” and we all start cracking up, little smarty. At the same appointment we are listening to the baby’s heartbead, and Matthew start’s getting disinterested and comments “Mommy laying on toilet paper?” Again I crack up because the exam table paper does sort of look like a roll of toilet paper. He then decided his own baby was hungry and lifted his shirt to nurse her.
Their reaction was so funny!
I could not hold out any longer, the conversation had me rolling and I realized you really cannot keep a secret from kids.
Me: “Austin, have you realized that mommy’s been really tired and sick lately?”
Austin: “Yes”
Me: “Well, would you like to know why?”
Austin: “Because your pregnant?”
Me: “How did you know that?”
Austin: “I found the test and it said you were”.
Me: “Wow. So how do you feel about it?”
Austin: “Ehh, I’m used to it by now”.
LOL The little stinker, no wonder he has been offering to watch Matthew for me lately. I would mention in the car am tired and he would say “Why don’t you go take a nap and Matthew and I will play quietly together downstairs?” He’s known since Tuesday, the day after we found out and has not mentioned he knew! LOL
Christopher’s reaction was any funnier.
Me: “Christopher, have you realized that mommy’s been really tired and sick lately?”
Christopher: “Yes”
Me: “Well, it’s because Mommy is pregnant again”.
Christopher: “Are you joking? Are you really going to have a baby? Are you just teasing me??”
Me:
Christopher:
He then rubs my belly and starts asking questions about if I know the gender and how big the baby is and when it will be here and wanted to know when the baby was due and all those sorts of questions. He then went on to say he was nervous, he has never had FOUR brothers before… LOL I told him first of all, unless their are two boys in there he will have THREE brothers, and there is always the chance it is a girl and he would have two brothers and a sister.
My friend Julia was over visiting at the time and we were just cracking up. Christopher is so sweet and so innocent, where Austin is so loving, yet so nonchalant, but so loving, cuddly and considerate at the same time. It was a great day and I really enjoyed visiting with my friend. We are going to go see Across the Universe tomorrow so we can go see a movie that I know is going to make me cry without fear of teasing from Bobby who really does not have an interest in the movie.
This morning I was relaxing, reading, while I thought to myself how nice it was with the kids in school because the house is so nice and quiet. Then I paused… QUIET??!!?? Where is the baby and why is he quiet?
As I started walking through the kitchen, the smell hit me at once… Comet!
I walk slowly up the steps to catch the baby in the act and in my head I am hearing the sound effects from Jaws, ‘duh-duh, duh-duh’.
I can feel my blood pressure rising with each and every step, and I will share with the class why this is. Below are pictures of what I saw in sequential order:
First step.
Second step.
Top landing.
Top landing leading into the kids’ bathroom.
Hmmm, footprints of the guilty??
Bathroom & rug.
Wet comet.
Hmmm, could Matthew have done this? Does he look guilty and remorseful or what?
Matthew signing “sorry” while saying “sorry mama”.
So I could tell he felt bad, and I did not need to raise my voice, but I did tell him he was naughty and that the comet was a “no, no, no”, I still can’t figure out how he got to the Comet, but my instincts tell me Austin got it out and put it away under his sink instead of in the locked cupboard under the kitchen sink. I gave him the meanest punishment I could, I told him to sit down on his stool in his room while I vacuumed. The vacuum scares him more than anything else, so I shut the door to minimize the sound. Normally he runs and hides when I vacuum, or I do it when he’s sleeping, but today he got to hear it right outside of his bedroom. Five minutes later when I was done cleaning I went back in his room to check on him and he was still right where I left him.
I wish I could say he was better after this ordeal, but he was a pill when we went to go run errands, at lunch time, and at nap time, but he’s sleeping now so I KNOW where he is and as a bonus my house is quiet once again.
Oh, today I was at the post office mailing off a math textbook to a friend and when when they did the standard “anything perishable? Fragile? Hazardous?” I said “only if you consider math hazardous” and he said “I sure do, and I am sure your kids will agree with me!” LOL I love that post office, the one who handles my mail is full of people who are unkind and act like they hate their job. At least at this branch the workers are not afraid to joke, conversate, or be polite. If you have any doubts about what I mean when I say they are rude at my local branch, read this post from April.
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Now playing: Grateful Dead - The Golden Road (To Unlimited Devotion)
via FoxyTunes
iThink iHave an addiction to my iPod.
Today I spent hours uploading all my old music CDs onto my iPod and now have almost 1700 songs on there… as well as videos and Podcasts… almost 8GB total. I can listen to songs for over 5 days without hearing the same song twice.
I have a little bit of everything on there, from Alice Cooper, Disturbed, Tool, The Rolling Stones, Ani DiFranco, Zero Seven, Led Zeppelin, John Mayer, DMX, Nine Inch Nails, The Cure, Talking Heads, The Beatles, Shawn Mullins, ICP, Tori Amos… I think you get the point… my music is a little eclectic.
Anyways… My name is Heather and I have a problem.
So I use long-range walkie talkies to communicate with my kids when they go out to play, that way if I need to call them in for dinner I don’t have to go out and yell or search or knock on doors. Sometimes the children will forget to put them away and sometimes we will get on a bad channel and you will hear static and interference. Well this afternoon I hear static and we are looking for the walkie talkies and not finding them anywhere.
Finally we find the source of the noise… it is inside an old purse Matthew decided to steal from me. Here are pictures of what we found inside the purse.
From top left to right is: The walkie talkie (and Austin’s hand), the purse. Next row left to righ: The Stereo remote, the DVR remote, my cellphone, my laptop mouse, Austin & Christopher’s laptop mouse, my keys, and Matthew’s right foot with his left boot.
Matthew was so proud of himself and giggled at each item we pulled out of the purse. I was shocked at how much that little purse could actually hold!
Matthew had his 2 year well baby exam today. He was super cute playing with the “bwocks” (blocks) in the office… he would stack them up and then knock them down. He also played with the cars and did REALLY well putting together the puzzles.
The actual exam went well, he is as usual on the smaller side; 25% for weight, 5% for height… normal for him and normal for our family.
Getting ready to go was quite another story… Bobby was working at home so he was helping me get ready. We could NOT find any of his shoes that matched!! It was ridiculous. Thanks to Terri, my little guy is a shoe hound… he has a dozen pair of shoes or more… however he is all right feet apparently because of all those shoes he ONLY had one left shoe… that one of course not being a match to any of the other right shoes. So, he went to the doctor in mismatched soft sole shoes. One was a boat, and the other was a puppy.
After the appointment I went to Payless to take advantage of a BOGO sale since he could use a pair of sandals and I wanted a pair of Airwalk Croc-Off shoes. I then went to Walmart to get him an over the door shoe organizer, play shoes near the bottom, and his every day wear shoes at the top out of reach. In time as we find shoes we will put them in the organizer and voila, a pair is found! I sure would love to know where he is ferreting the left shoes away too. I have searched in his room, my room, and any other common areas I have thought of. Silly little guy probably has a mountain of shoes hidden away somewhere.
Matthew is the total opposite of Christopher. Christopher was laid back, independent, non-touchy-feely, and opposed to potty learning. Matthew is a bit higher maintenance, he knows what he wants and will stop at nothing to get it, he is a cuddle bug, he is chatty, and he has decided it is time to initiate potty learning.
For about 6 months now it is all about taking the diaper off, wet or soiled, with or without our knowledge. Then about a month ago he climbed up on the potty himself and peed in the toilet. Now, it is like having a new puppy… I am cleaning up poop everywhere. He attempts to make it in the potty, but more often poops next to the potty. I am all about child-led everything, and I have been encouraging early potty learning, without sitting him on the toilet all day every day.
A few weeks ago, we got him some big boy underwear with a Finding Nemo theme. He loves his fish - butt as he calls it. See, Matthew is ALL about butt lately. He pretty much has about a dozen different meanings to butt; from tooting, pooping, his penis, his butt, and now his underwear.
Sunday morning, Daddy let him wear his underwear and he came to visit me in bed. He was holding onto my headboard, jumping up and down on daddy’s pillow, singing “butt-butt-butt-butt-butt-butt-butt-butt”; he was so happy, and Bobby and I were laughing like crazy. He is such a silly baby!
So far, no accidents in the big boy underwear… but honestly that is because he does not keep them on long enough, but that is OK. He is making positive steps forward, and learning at his own speed, and that is fine by me!
Matthew cannot say the word pizza; he thinks he can, but we won’t let him… especially in public. See, he says the ‘pea’ sound in pizza like ‘poo’ and the ‘zah’ sound in pizza ‘tuh’. I won’t write the word he says, or the exact translation of his word, but we can say it is a very well known Spanish word that means ‘prostitute’. If you don’t know the word, google a free English-Spanish translator, ask a 10th grader, or just ask my 2 year old to say pizza.
Now let’s not teach him the words “fork”, “asphalt”, “bench” or “ship” until he is at least 5.
I have a not-so-secret-anymore crush on Kevin Smith, the writer and director of movies such as Clerks, Clerks II, Chasing Amy, Dogma, and Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back. I have always admired his subtle, sophisticated humor and I also think he is quite good looking. My husband, Bobby, knows of my many crushes, to include Kevin Smith AKA Silent Bob.
Yesterday, Bobby had some dental work, and when he came home, his mouth and tongue were still numb making it almost impossible to be understood when he talked. I was laying down in the front room with Matthew when he walked into the door, to communicate with me he was using a mixture of ASL (we both sign with Matthew) and some made up signs. He gets sort of a devilish look and leans back against the closet door behind him. It was as if he became Silent Bob; not only did he nail the look with his longer hair and beard, but he also nailed his facial expressions, mannerisms, and gestures. And then, as if I was not laughing hard enough, he had a “light-bulb moment” and turned around and pulled his full length leather trench coat out of the closet and REALLY starts emulating Silent Bob.
I love my husband so much, he always knows how to brighten my day and put me in a good mood. He is a great actor and comedian, and even though he may not have the drive to make it in Hollywood, in my book he wins the Oscar for Best Actor in a Leading Role any day.
Today some friends of ours gave us three fish their son did not want anymore, an angel fish and two algae eaters. They showed up around 4pm with the fish in a bag and I set the fish (in the bag still) in the tank for them to adjust to the temperature. Well, I forgot about them. Oops!
Five hours later, when I remember, the bag is seemingly full of dead fish. Oh great, more fish I killed in the last 30 days (I accidentally dropped a baby fish out of the tank while transferring it to clean the tank); however the two algae eaters swam off, but the angel fish just floated to the bottom. The kids are sleeping now, so I am sure in the morning they will discover the missing new fish and I will have to fess up that I am a bad fish-keeper.
The new Angel Fish, aptly named Sushi had it’s very last swim, when I “buried” it at sea; it seemed so graceful as it swam in circles around the bowl and finally dipped out of sight.
