Showing posts with label son. Show all posts
Showing posts with label son. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Didn't he just roll over?

How is it that my baby boy, who unexpectedly announced himself to the world early, and on his sister's second birthday, can be starting school already?

Didn't he just smile his first smile; roll over by himself; take his first step; say his first word; dance his first dance; make his first goofy face and hug me like I've never been hugged before?

There were no tears - just lots of smiles this morning as my baby boy incredibly becomes my little man! Congratulations Alex. Mommy and Daddy (and Abby) love you very, very much!

Monday, June 7, 2010

Fish Out of Water

Driving across town my son asked me, "Mommy, do fish live out of water?"

Me: "No honey. They live in water. Have you ever seen a fish walking on a sidewalk?"

Him: "Ha ha. No. I haven't...but I think I'll write a book about that."

Me: "That would be awesome. A story about a fish that lives out of the water and can run around the yard with a dog, or live with a family?"

Him: "No. A book of things that don't exist. Like trees in stores."

Ahhhhhhh...alrighty then.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Ink


Who is s'posed to be watching this kid after school? First green marker and now this. Get ready L.A. Ink. You'll have a new recruit in 20 years.

Monday, January 11, 2010

The bright side: It could have been all over his walls



If you can get past the knobby knees, this is what I discovered on my little mans legs on Day One of Solo Parenting. Apparently it wasn't washable marker, as we soon found out in the shower after scrubbing a few layers of skin off.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

He's never coming down



That little blob covered in 6 blankets and 37 stuffed animals is my son. And he may never sleep close to the ground ever again. He did tell the Elf on the Shelf to be sure and let Santa know he has bunk beds now, because last time he came he only had one bed. Details, details.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

In a crowded restaurant...

My son asks me, rather loudly:

"Mommy. Was I hatched from an egg?" (snickers from patrons sitting around us)

Me: "Ahhhh. No, you weren't."

Him: "How was I born?"

Me: "From Mommy's belly."

Him: "How?"

Me: *crickets*

Him: "How, Mommy? How? How was I born?"

Me: "It's really not something we talk about at the dinner table at a restaurant."

His sister: "Don't worry. When you get married to a girl you'll find out then."

And that ends any apparent need for me to discuss the birds and the bees with my son, because his future wife will take care of it. Phew.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Our Family Secret Recipe

My aspiring chef, my almost-there-just-a-few-more-weeks-until-he-turns 5 year old son has shared our family secret recipe for the perfect turkey dinner at Thanksgiving.

You think you have to slave over an oven for HOURS and baste and re-baste the bird, right?

Wrong!

I'll translate below in case you can't read it:



How does Mom or Dad prepare and cook the turkey?


"My Mom cooks the turkey. She puts it in the oven for 3 minutes. Then my mom squeezes the juice out. Then my mom cuts the meat and takes the bones out. Then we eat it."

Hey, listen, he may not know about how long it takes to cook a turkey yet but he's finally starting to color inside the lines on his drawings. And that is an accomplishment, I tell you. We were going to start calling him "Scribble Master A".

And who knows, I may give his recipe a shot this year - and then promptly blog from the hospital bed with food poisoning...

Happy Thanksgiving to you and your loved ones!

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

For this, I am thankful...

Happy Thanksgiving.

It seems like forever ago when our efforts to have a baby were futile. We were engaged in 1999 and I immediately went off birth control. I was hitting my early 30's and we decided the commitment was already there so if Baby came before wedding, so what?

Then it was years later and there was no baby - the wedding had come and gone. After research and hesitation we began the process of insemination. And that included the pills, and blood work and early, early mornings in the fertility center. A couple of months later and there was still no baby. So we moved on to shots, and pills and early, early mornings doing blood work at the clinic and still no baby. I remember Thanksgiving Day of 2001 and eagerly awaiting the phone call from the fertility center with the news - was I or wasn't I?

I tried to distract myself the night before learning how Mom made her homemade pie crust. I catalogued the steps to making homemade stuffing and custard pie. I hosted dinner that year and went into the center at 6:30 a.m. for my blood work. The roads were empty and my thoughts were full of hope. And then we waited. And waited. And the call finally came around 1:00 p.m. and the results, again, were negative. And I remember the tears and the hugs on my Mom's shoulder. I was tired. And the strength it took to shake it off and feel thankful that day was overwhelming. Still, I counted my blessings and continued on.

It was 3 months and 1 surgery later before I would conceive my precious girl, only to have her brother conceived NATURALLY almost 2 years later to the date - and with the miracle of God, we have two healthy children, born on the same day, 2 years apart. And now, almost 6 years later, I am forever thankful!


Thursday, November 20, 2008

Tale of two stories

On the way out to take pictures with Santa tonight - cross that off my list - my daughter turned to me and said,

"Oh Mommy, guess what? Ken at school has a brother Sam and a step-brother Aaron. I did not know that you can have step-brothers - so we should get a step-brother, too!"

What I wanted to say was, "If your father keeps pulling the covers off of Mommy at night, there's a good chance you might have a step-brother some day" but I refrained.

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After our visit with Santa I noticed my son's bottom lip area is getting really chapped. I told him we'd have to put some lotion or chapstick on it when we get home. He said,

"It's okay Mommy. Miss Jenn puts gas on it at school."

Me: "Gas?"

Him: "Yup. Gasoline."

You guessed it - his interpretation of Vaseline.

Monday, November 10, 2008

He's so smart

Last evening I asked my son to try and go potty before bed. He said he didn't have to go. This is our nightly ritual and if we stray from it, we get a wet bed.

Me: "Please try to go potty. You just had yogurt so you'll have to pee."

Him: "Why, Momma? Does Yogurt make you pee."

Me: "Yup. Anything in your belly will make you pee, especially yogurt."

A little silence in the bathroom.

Him: "Mommy! You were right. I am peeing."

Me: "See. I'm brilliant."

Him: "Yes you are. But, I'm really smart."

And we all know "really smart" beats "brilliant" in our house any day!

Monday, November 3, 2008

Can't you leave it alone?

Little boys and their pee-pees...I guess if I had easy access to an appendage at 4 years old I probably would have felt compelled to play with it constantly, too.

We had a great time with friends yesterday - 8 adults, 9 children and lots and lots of matchbox cars!!! As I uploaded and disseminated the pictures I took from the festivities I noticed (AFTER THE FACT) that my son was caught on camera with his hands down pants, thankfully keeping said pee-pee out of view...but we aren't always so fortunate in places like the supermarket, park or playground.

Little boys and their pee-pees...

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Language barrier

It's round two of the language barrier - my daughter had this going on a couple of years ago and now it has resurfaced with my son.

Daddy: "Hey buddy. What did you have for snacks at your Halloween party today?"

Him: "I had a got."

Daddy: "A what?"

Him: "I had a got."

Me: "You had a got? What's that?"

Him: "You know. When you don't remember something."

Us: "Ahhhh...you forgot."