Thursday, March 31, 2011

Some Things

That made me smile today:

  • Being outside
  • Being outside without boots, coats, gloves, hats, snow pants, snowshoes, etc.
  • Cj: "Mommy, do you remember when Soren spilled his cup of water and he lost his privileges? Do you remember that?"
  • Seeing an 80+ year old man wearing a long-sleeved flannel shirt and an ear flap hat playing basketball in his driveway....not making a shot or two, but doing lay-ups and drills. Because, why not?
  • Cj and I planning our practical jokes for tomorrow (don't tell Christian)
  • Taking off jackets at the park
  • Hearing Soren sing to himself in the car
  • Cj: "Mommy, do you remember when we were at Sam's Club and I played a joke on Soren?" Me: "No. What joke did you play on him?" Cj: "A red one."
  • Cj telling Soren to stop talking to him. Me telling Cj to go somewhere else if he doesn't want to listen to Soren. Cj calmly gathering up all his toys, carrying them in his shirt, and walking slowly and deliberately down the hall and into my bedroom and shutting the door. Without saying a word. Oh. Guess he was serious.
  • The sun
  • Another good forecast tomorrow

Did I mention we are ready for spring?

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

He is Three.

And where is the birthday cake? Haven't got to that yet. Or ever. Really, we pulled into the garage at 10:00 the night before and I realized that I had one present and no wrapping paper. Oops.

So I pulled a Dona. I woke up early bought four thousand balloons, wrapping paper, tissue paper, last minute lame gifts, and strawberries and whipped cream (for pancakes). Got home and made a huge sign, hung streamers from the ceiling, tied balloons everywhere, and flipped a few pancakes. All before cj woke up. Awesome, right? When cj rolled out of bed and saw it all, he crumpled into a heap on the floor and started crying. A little much, I guess. Should've listened to Christian.

And he was too excited to play with the present his friend gave him the day before to a) open his presents from us or b) eat any made-from-scratch pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream that I slaved over. Oh well, Christian and I had an awesome breakfast.

What else? That night we were too busy for birthday cake--mostly because we decided to go to a movie twenty minutes after it started. And then eat at the "purple grape restaurant" (Olive Garden) where cj stared open-mouthed at the people sitting behind us the whole time (they loved that, I'm sure). And then we had to put the boys to bed before 7. So no time for cake. Isn't it great being 3?

Oh, cj's favorite part of the day? The thirty minutes we spent bundled up at the park, shown in the picture. Not sure why he's raising his arm. For some reason, he thinks that's an integral part of picture taking. Proof:

And about 300 more pictures just like this on my phone if you're interested. You are, right?


Wednesday, March 9, 2011

So Far Today...

CJ's breakfast menu: "Cheerios with milk, regular milk in a cup with a lid, and a pickle." I never was able to open the pickle jar. Soren's menu: Whatever is in mom's bowl. And a cookie.

We played with cars, trains, cars, and trains again. And then the airplanes.

CJ and Soren played with cleaning chemicals from under the sink and condiments from the fridge, using them as "guys". A lot like this.

I changed three dirty diapers.

I stubbed my toe on the dump truck four times.

Soren hid my earrings twice.

I ate two cookies.

The boys demanded lunch at 10:30.

I changed my clothes four times.

We were much too busy for baths.

We took Christian lunch at his office. CJ strolled in, took off his shoes and socks, blew faces on the clean windows, and kept calling the ping pong table a foosball table. They love him there.

Soren went everywhere with a pink binki (how did we end up with a pink binki, anyway?)

CJ told me that Soren needed to give him his binki.

CJ decided that today was a perfect day for riding bikes. Soren agreed.

I decided that today was a perfect day for having pancakes for dinner.

So far, the day is looking good.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

What We Talk About

I realized in the car today that I had just heard these words come out of my mouth: No, we don't use our fingers to pick our nose. We wait until we get home to get a tissue. And then we can pick our nose. With a tissue. Because if we use our fingers, that's kinda gross.

Pretty enlightening? I think I was mostly concerned that this conversation seemed completely normal to me until I thought about it. I did get an English degree, after all. My life wasn't so different then. I talked about Chaucer, William Blake, and Emily Dickinson. Today I taught my three year old how to use a tissue, made a boat out of popsicle sticks and found out that my one year old has an ear infection (again!). But who's complaining? William Blake is pretty boring, anyway.

And Cj hasn't ask me to write a 10+ page paper with annotated bibliography explaining the theory behind potty-training. At least not yet, anyway. But I'm not holding my breath.

But at least it's March. Things are looking up.