Da Da Da Da Da

Why is it that Kate says DaDa before MaMa? Reilly did the same. What's up with that?

It's just a hole...

Today Reilly and I were playing planes in the living room. He was taking his little plastic plane in for a landing on the arm of the couch. Once it hit the middle of the arm, he decided it was really time to zoom it in for the landing - he gave it a good push and let it go. I heard a THUMP as it hit the wall.

- "REILLY, PLEASE DON'T CRASH YOUR TOYS INTO THE WALL, YOU'RE GOING TO MARK UP THE WALL!"
- "it didn't leave a mark on the wall"
- "It didn't leave a mark on the wall??????"
- "No, it's just a hole"

Ugh. I sat up and sure enough there was a hole from the propeller on the wall. What are you going to do?

Neck Cheese

Poor Kate - she's got a fair amount of excess flesh. It is often that I have to lift up rolls to clean food spillage. Well, her neck rolls are one of the most prominent areas for harboring old food and milk. And, if you happen to miss cleaning after a meal, the odor from that area is foul! As she laid in my bed this morning, I thought what I was smelling was a real-time smell, it wasn't. Upon further investigation I realized it must have happened sometime over the course of the night or perhaps even after dinner.

She's likely in the tub as I type. Phew!

Scrotaburn

Reilly has yet to perfect the potty training thing, however, he has a fond appreciation for being naked. He strolls from the bathroom to the living room pantsless and sometimes even upstairs. That has been all well and good until yesterday. He went upstairs to get a pair of dry underwear (because he went "just a little bit" in the current pair). On his way down, with just a t-shirt on, he decided to slide down the stairs. Well lil Reilly got a lil rug burn on his lil parts with that adventure.

Poor lil guy, he wonders why his "pee pee hurts"! Ouch.

Poop Logic

So why is it that a 3-year old needs to look in the toilet and name their poops upon completion? Reilly gets so excited and proud of himself - the other day it was

"LOOK LOOK LOOK, I did a Big Daddy Poop, A Mommy Poop, A Baby Kate Poop, and a Nandi Poop!"

The other day, one of them actually got named after Nicole too - it was a big day. I don't think it was one of the bigger ones though, should I worry if it is? Does that mean she is more important than the rest of us? Probably not, I think I should mostly worry if the dog, Nandi, get's the biggest one named after her. Then the family hierarchy is really in turmoil!

Just a little bit...

Why when you are potty training a child do they think pee'ing in their pants "just a little bit" doesn't count?

Reilly constantly says, "I pee'd in my pants just a little bit so it's okay".

Hunh... not sure on that one.

The Safe Microwave

We are at the Bar Harbor Inn today. It's raining, Kate is napping, and Shad and Reilly are improvising on lunch. Reilly thought he would try the ginger peanut noodles we brought with us from Trader Joe's. We had been keeping them in the fridge - and he's used to having noodles warmed - so they were cold. He asked us to heat them up but we told him we couldn't. Reilly told us to come with him to the closet to heat them up. There was a safe on the floor of the closet. He thought we could "warm them up in there". He wasn't too disappointed to find it wasn't true, but a little confused as to why there was a safe microwave in the closet.

Excuses Excuses

It takes about 10 threats and an hour to get Reilly to bed these days. The process typically begins around 8pm. It's the usual routine, potty, brush teeth, read a book, pray and go to bed. However, now we have added in, cup of water with ice, another trip to the potty, another book, stories about whatever happens to be on his pajamas that day, his ears hurt, his tummy hurts, his pee pee hurts, he's hungry, he's thirsty, he wants the light on, he wants to lay on the couch... the list goes on and on. Unfortunatley every night these days ends up with some empty threat or some yelling.

Thank goodness for Nanny 911 or SuperNanny - whichever one we saw that night a few months back - this type of procrastination goes on in many households, not just ours.

Good Night Reilly.

I'm up and I can't get down....

This morning I put Kate in the pack and play to take a nap. I sat her up with a few toys to give her time to transition and wind down. I went into the next room (kitchen) and did somethings, it was quiet. About 15 minutes later I hear crying and moaning, I thought "well, I'll give her a minute to let her try and work it out". It was a different cry - exhausted and wimpery - so I went in to check on her. Well, what I found is little Kate sitting up in her pink fleece pajamas and a pacifier in her mouth with her eyes closed - she was swaying all over. It turns out, she didn't know how to let herself down or lay down so she had to sleep sitting up.

I'm certain eventually she would have toppled over and been just fine, however, it was good to go in there and lay her down.

Lesson learned.

6 Years In the Making

It's been 6 years since Shad and I married. It's been the best 6 years of my life. Today, around 9:30, while Kate and I were sleeping in the big bed, Shad and Reilly were downstairs making us girls a little breakfast. Around 9:45 Kate and I were greeted by Reilly and Shad who made us (me specifically, it would take hours before Kate would taste it :-)) bacon, scrambled eggs, pupcakes (aka pancakes) and syrup. It was pretty cool to have that in bed. Although, I should note, Reilly ate most of the bacon.

It was a Happy Anniversary!

Just a wee bit....

In the potty training world - what's I pee'd in my pants "just a little bit" mean? Well, for us it means, my underpants are soaked, my pants are pretty wet and I really have to go the bathroom.

Dry Heaving

Remember when you were a child and somehow you ate (whether you put it in your mouth or someone else did) something that tested your gag reflex? Well, as I watch Reilly eat, I'm often reminded of those nights of cold meatloaf, cold green beans, and cold creamed corn. After having to eat those meals about an hour after they were actually prepared - it was a battle of the wills with my parents. Anyway, watching Reilly do it with pretty much everything other than chicken, pb&j, hot dogs, stuffed shells and french fries makes me laugh at him pretty hard. I don't think he realizes that we know what he's going thru. It's that thrust of the neck, gagging, eye watering, knee buckling feeling - and no matter how old you are, it's stinks every time.