can still lead to embarrassment....
Shad went to the grocery store with Reilly last night. A man, about 50, walked out the store and passed them. He was on the larger side and had his shirt tucked in under his round stomach and a baseball hat. Reilly took a look at him and turned to Shad and said "that man looks like he has a baby in his belly".
Ahhhhh, what do you say about that - he wasn't wrong.
Reilly got a "humpass" today. Well you and I know it as a compass - but he thinks it's a "humpass". When he was asked if he knew how to use a compass, he replied "yes, you just shake it really hard and it moves."
I don't want to navigate with him, we'll certainly get lost. Then again, he shouldn't want to navigate with me, we would certainly get lost.
Reilly strapped Kate in the Hummer today and took her on some delivery runs to the neighbors house(s). He had put our supply of dog bones in the back of the car and drove down the driveway. He then left Kate in the car and walked up all the driveways to drop off a bone for their dogs. After the 2nd trip, he learned many of them (their are only 4 in the immediate area) do not have dogs, and some have cats.
He opted to leave bones for the cats and nothing with the folks who have neither. Another day of work is done.
Kate, now 13 months has ventured into the world of stepping and she is quite proud of herself. Last night she gave herself a base that resembled the "straddle forward roll" that I did in gym and swim at the Y when I was about 7 years old. With that low center of gravity she attempted to drag her foot - to step forward. I think she underestimated her toes or just plain forgot about them - they snagged the carpet and down she went. But, with her Mother's determination (nice plug for me hunh?) she got back up and tried again. It was on the third try she made some forward progress. She took two small steps with her left foot - using her right foot as a pivot. Although she didn't make much gain in floor space she made a lot of mental gain in the confidence department. Once she hit the floor and we all cheered for her she giggled and smiled - if she could have patted herself on the back, I'm sure she would have.
Greg, Nicole and Reilly's friend (he's 37), was teaching Reilly how to "jungle". You and I may call it juggling, but Reilly thinks it's jungling. I choose not to correct him b/c I think it's so cute. Anyway, he looked up at Greg (who has a buzz cut and a goatee) and said "Hey, you have something green in your fur."
Greg sifted thru his goatee and pulled some fuzz out. Everything is good now.
That was today's lesson from Reilly to me. I won't get any Mother of the Year Awards for doing that!
I told Reilly to take his time and brush his teeth well. He came into my bathroom and said, it took me a long time, so I brushed them well. He sat down and his face looked like this - (picture isn't great b/c I took it with my phone)
Kate... oh dear Kate... these discoveries that we now make... it was Easter when I first noticed this prejudice. We were at my parent's for the day and I had only brought a sippy cup and forgotten a bottle. She typically has a bottle before slumbering. Well, my Mom had a brand new Gerber bottle that had been for Reilly. It had the brownish nipple on it, not a silicon one like many of her bottles (which are old Avent ones - with size 1 nipples and she's 13 months old!). Anyway, we filled the bottle with milk and passed it to her. She turned her head away. I picked her up like I used to before she could hold her own bottle and I held the bottle to her lips - again she refused. I dripped a drop of milk on her lips and she rolled her lips to the inside like you do when someone is trying to stick something in your mouth that you want NOTHING to do with. So, she was thirsty.
This racism was reinforced the past weekend when I again forgot a bottle (hence the self-proclaimed title "mother of the year") and only had a sippy cup at my sister Kate's house. Thankfully, since Connor is recently finished with bottles, there was a spare for Kate to try out. This time silicon nipple - almost an identical match to her pacifier. Since she first refused, I laid her in the pack and play with the bottle of milk. I watched her from behind to see how she dealt with it. She was thirsty so she did try. She touched the nipple with her finger, she pushed it against her lips, she licked the tip... and she threw the bottle down and rolled over.
I'm not sure what her issue is, but I did chuckle at it. She woke up and downed her sippy cup of milk. Clearly I undervalued the varying bottles and cups with Reilly. Someone had recommended we do it, we did and never had a problem - which probably made me think it wouldn't have been a problem to begin with. I think I was wrong.
Reilly came out of the bathroom the other day and walked into our bedroom. He was pantless and pulling the ripcord pretty hard. He looked at Shad, still tugging, and said "Daddy, look, my penis is almost as big as yours!"
Shad looked at him and said "oh, wow."
Reilly just finished lecturing Kate as she cried a frustrated cry in her highchair. He pointed his finger at her and said "Kate did you see the sign? There is a sign in the driveway that says NO CRYING so you stop crying right now."
She was silent for about 15 seconds and just stared at him. Then she cried - I don't blame her - I didn't see the sign either.
