Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Wordless Wednesday: Back when it All Began....
Sunday, April 25, 2010
More Brown Doggie Adventures
I can honestly say that Will's dependence on Brown Doggie is starting to wane a bit. A couple of mornings he's tried to leave him home while we're getting ready for daycare, only to have me stuff him in the diaper bag for the ride. Because I know that independence streak will lighten around naptime at daycare and he'll be desperate for his ol' buddy. However, I continue to be surprised.
I took Will to Target with me yesterday for a little shopping, leaving Sean home with Daddy. (i.e. screechtime. Sean's back to being grumpy and spitting up.....perhaps because we gave him is Zantac a little late yesterday) When we got to Target, I told Will that Brown Doggie was going to stay in the car to watch over it. (i.e. I didn't want to chance a marathon trip of pushing a cart with a teary toddler, desolate to find Mr Doggie.) Will's answer to this was "Oh Mommy, I think Brown Doggie is going to get into a lot of trouble in there." :) But he stayed int he carseat and we had a nice successful trip to Target, where Will picked out a special treat: A Wallace and Grommit movie! (Which we have already seen at least four times!)
After my own grumpy day, Hubby sent me out with my girlfriend Tracy to see a movie. (Date Night: Hilarious!!!! I'll watch Tina Fey in anything) When I got home around 11:30, Brian was in bed but told me to look on the kitchen table for the wrapping paper. I went out to the kitchen and there's a ripped-open package of pink paper on the table, and in black Sharpie it says "To Grandpop, Love Will." At first I didn't get it, then Brian informs me that the package contents had been Brown Doggie. While I was shopping with Will, we picked out a birthday card for Grandpop, whose birthday is this Friday. While I was out, Will told Daddy that he wanted to send Brown Doggie to Grandpop for his birthday. He came out to Daddy with the dog and the pink wrapping paper, and insisted that he wanted Grandpop to have it, so Brian obliged. As soon as the last piece of tape was on the package, Will's face just fell. Brian asked him if he had just realized what would happen if he gave Brown Doggie to Grandpop....and he almost started to cry as he asked for Brown Doggie back. How precious!
I took Will to Target with me yesterday for a little shopping, leaving Sean home with Daddy. (i.e. screechtime. Sean's back to being grumpy and spitting up.....perhaps because we gave him is Zantac a little late yesterday) When we got to Target, I told Will that Brown Doggie was going to stay in the car to watch over it. (i.e. I didn't want to chance a marathon trip of pushing a cart with a teary toddler, desolate to find Mr Doggie.) Will's answer to this was "Oh Mommy, I think Brown Doggie is going to get into a lot of trouble in there." :) But he stayed int he carseat and we had a nice successful trip to Target, where Will picked out a special treat: A Wallace and Grommit movie! (Which we have already seen at least four times!)
After my own grumpy day, Hubby sent me out with my girlfriend Tracy to see a movie. (Date Night: Hilarious!!!! I'll watch Tina Fey in anything) When I got home around 11:30, Brian was in bed but told me to look on the kitchen table for the wrapping paper. I went out to the kitchen and there's a ripped-open package of pink paper on the table, and in black Sharpie it says "To Grandpop, Love Will." At first I didn't get it, then Brian informs me that the package contents had been Brown Doggie. While I was shopping with Will, we picked out a birthday card for Grandpop, whose birthday is this Friday. While I was out, Will told Daddy that he wanted to send Brown Doggie to Grandpop for his birthday. He came out to Daddy with the dog and the pink wrapping paper, and insisted that he wanted Grandpop to have it, so Brian obliged. As soon as the last piece of tape was on the package, Will's face just fell. Brian asked him if he had just realized what would happen if he gave Brown Doggie to Grandpop....and he almost started to cry as he asked for Brown Doggie back. How precious!
Thursday, April 22, 2010
List-y Type
I love making lists. Lists are what save my a$$ a lot of the time! The first thing I do when I get to work every day: make a list of what I want to work on. Not everything gets crossed off everyday (not by a longshot!) but it keeps me focused. Grocery lists. Three separate shopping lists adorn the side of my refrigerator: Grocery, Target/Walmart, BJ's. I keep a list in my dresser drawer of stuff I want to accomplish in my life, it's been there since 2001. Two things are crossed off on it: Become a Mom, and Learn to Drive a Manual Transmission! There's a couple more I could cross off but want to be better at them first (Speak Spanish fluently.) And yesterday, I made a list of things I want to knit by the end of the year for gifts. That list.....well, I have a lot of work to do! And I'm sure I didn't think of everything that I want to knit. I always have a pad of paper handy to make a new list, I find it comforting. I used to even keep pen and paper by the bed, so that if I couldn't sleep, I could make whatever list was floating around in my head and get it off my mind without leaving the warmth of my bed. I guess I'm a freak like that. :)
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Beautiful Things
Today is Marathon Monday, or Patriot's Day in Massachusetts. A holiday for some, but for others (Brian) just another work day. So I'm home with Sean and Will and don't have much to do. Well, that's not true. There's plenty of housework to do, like take out the trash and recycling from a (very) successful party after Sean's Christening yesterday. Or wash, dry and fold at least six loads of laundry. You know, the crap that you just don't want to do, but has to get done!
Will is always begging to go downstairs to the basement lately. I don't think that he realized that we have another room where we store stuff, usually as soon as one of us is heading down the stairs (inevitably with a basket of dirty laundry) we slam the door so he can't follow. Now he's always asking "Mommy? Can I go down there with you??" So today I relented, and we made our way down the stairs.
Living in a one-level, renovated cottage has it's advantages....and surely it's disadvantages. The biggest disadvantage is storage. Closet space is really tight, and with a family of four (and the youngest member having so much bulky stuff at this age) it oftentimes feels like the walls are closing in on us. So our basement is like a huuuuuuge storage locker. The center looks like a mini-Babies R Us, with diapers, boxes for carseats and hand-me-downs from Will that Sean doesn't fit in yet. There's castoffs from our College and Navy Days respectively. All my craft supplies are down there, having been carted there while I was pregnant with Sean and losing my spare bedroom/craftroom. (except for my yarn stash, of course!) And a lot of junk. Mostly when I go down there that's what I see: junk! Poorly stored junk for the most part, but we as a couple lack the motivation to rent a dumpster and do a proper clean-out. (Hey, that's what moving is for, someday!)
So, down the stairs Will goes, carefully. And as he reaches the bottom of the stairs he exclaims "Mommy! Look at all the beautiful things down here!" He runs over to his toddler (AKA little boy) bed and marvels at it, and a rocking chair, and then beams when he finds the little kid toys that are waiting for Sean as he gets older. He sees a treasure trove, hidden gems in our old junk.. His reaction to all this junk just proves something that I've always known: beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder!
Will is always begging to go downstairs to the basement lately. I don't think that he realized that we have another room where we store stuff, usually as soon as one of us is heading down the stairs (inevitably with a basket of dirty laundry) we slam the door so he can't follow. Now he's always asking "Mommy? Can I go down there with you??" So today I relented, and we made our way down the stairs.
Living in a one-level, renovated cottage has it's advantages....and surely it's disadvantages. The biggest disadvantage is storage. Closet space is really tight, and with a family of four (and the youngest member having so much bulky stuff at this age) it oftentimes feels like the walls are closing in on us. So our basement is like a huuuuuuge storage locker. The center looks like a mini-Babies R Us, with diapers, boxes for carseats and hand-me-downs from Will that Sean doesn't fit in yet. There's castoffs from our College and Navy Days respectively. All my craft supplies are down there, having been carted there while I was pregnant with Sean and losing my spare bedroom/craftroom. (except for my yarn stash, of course!) And a lot of junk. Mostly when I go down there that's what I see: junk! Poorly stored junk for the most part, but we as a couple lack the motivation to rent a dumpster and do a proper clean-out. (Hey, that's what moving is for, someday!)
So, down the stairs Will goes, carefully. And as he reaches the bottom of the stairs he exclaims "Mommy! Look at all the beautiful things down here!" He runs over to his toddler (AKA little boy) bed and marvels at it, and a rocking chair, and then beams when he finds the little kid toys that are waiting for Sean as he gets older. He sees a treasure trove, hidden gems in our old junk.. His reaction to all this junk just proves something that I've always known: beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder!
Inside Jokes
Every family has their inside jokes, and I have one to share because it's long-running and just too funny not to share.
Brian and I will be married ten years in October. Our wedding was a day wedding, with the reception ending at 5pm. My parents invited people back to their house after the reception, and my mother had ordered deli platters from the local grocery store for the "after party." As the reception was ending, she asked my younger brother to go with my uncle to the grocery store to pick up the platters, so that she and my father could go home and be there for when their guests started arriving. So my brother, with my uncle in tow, headed to the grocery store. Upon arriving, he came across the usual throe of shoppers waiting for lunchmeat at the deli counter on a Saturday. He sauntered over to the counter, and politely informed them that he was picking up platters. They eyeballed him and informed him that he could not jump the line just because he had platters to pick up and that he had to wait in line like everyone else. Uh-oh.......lots of people back at the house and no platters? This was not going to go well.
Every family tree has a few nuts, and my uncle is no exception. Taking matters into his own hands, he approached the deli counter and asked for the platters. After being told to get in line again, he looked the deli clerk straight in the eye and deadpanned "Hey buddy? Give me my platters or I'm gonna get NAKED!" The clerk's eyeballs nearly popped out of his head, and he quickly got the platters without a word! They returned to the house without incident and the story instantly became a family classic. It's re-told at every get-together, Thanksgiving Dinner, baby shower, etc. Someone always asks at Christmas to pass the mashed potatoes or they're going to get naked.
So, my baby boy was christened yesterday, and in order to save myself some cooking, I ordered deli platters and a cake from Price Chopper. Brian and I took separate cars to the church, and my brother rode with me with the intent of helping me with the platters. I pull into the grocery store parking lot and he says "Ok. If they don't give us our platters right away, you know what we have to do." And of course I replied "Get naked!!" Lucky for the Price Chopper shoppers yesterday, we got our food right away without incident! :)
Brian and I will be married ten years in October. Our wedding was a day wedding, with the reception ending at 5pm. My parents invited people back to their house after the reception, and my mother had ordered deli platters from the local grocery store for the "after party." As the reception was ending, she asked my younger brother to go with my uncle to the grocery store to pick up the platters, so that she and my father could go home and be there for when their guests started arriving. So my brother, with my uncle in tow, headed to the grocery store. Upon arriving, he came across the usual throe of shoppers waiting for lunchmeat at the deli counter on a Saturday. He sauntered over to the counter, and politely informed them that he was picking up platters. They eyeballed him and informed him that he could not jump the line just because he had platters to pick up and that he had to wait in line like everyone else. Uh-oh.......lots of people back at the house and no platters? This was not going to go well.
Every family tree has a few nuts, and my uncle is no exception. Taking matters into his own hands, he approached the deli counter and asked for the platters. After being told to get in line again, he looked the deli clerk straight in the eye and deadpanned "Hey buddy? Give me my platters or I'm gonna get NAKED!" The clerk's eyeballs nearly popped out of his head, and he quickly got the platters without a word! They returned to the house without incident and the story instantly became a family classic. It's re-told at every get-together, Thanksgiving Dinner, baby shower, etc. Someone always asks at Christmas to pass the mashed potatoes or they're going to get naked.
So, my baby boy was christened yesterday, and in order to save myself some cooking, I ordered deli platters and a cake from Price Chopper. Brian and I took separate cars to the church, and my brother rode with me with the intent of helping me with the platters. I pull into the grocery store parking lot and he says "Ok. If they don't give us our platters right away, you know what we have to do." And of course I replied "Get naked!!" Lucky for the Price Chopper shoppers yesterday, we got our food right away without incident! :)
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Splish-Splash
Even though we're busy getting ready for Sean's Christening tomorrow, I wanted to take a minute to say something about Sean and baths. He loves them! I removed the "little baby hammock" from the infant tub for his bath tonight. He's discovered that he can splash! And wow, can he get everything wet! He was having so much fun I just let him go at it for a minute. Then it came....his first giggle! Ah, Bliss.......:)
After the bath, I had to change my shirt again. That was the third shirt of the day. (Drool, spit-up, soaking wet.) There is no fourth shirt, I just went straight to pajamas. Now it's time to hopefully put the boys to bed and relax for our big day tomorrow.
After the bath, I had to change my shirt again. That was the third shirt of the day. (Drool, spit-up, soaking wet.) There is no fourth shirt, I just went straight to pajamas. Now it's time to hopefully put the boys to bed and relax for our big day tomorrow.
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