After a long walk after preschool pickup and a long day at work, in the kitchen:
Me: Oh, dear, mommy has so much work to do.
Lucas: (concerned) But mommy, I can help you.
Me: Oh,no, don't you worry, I got it.
Lucas: But mommy, I still have my crocs on, so I can do anything you need.
At bedtime, after Lucas had asked me for a million snuggles. He was playing with my hair and I asked him if he thought my hair smelled good.
Lucas: What it smells like?
Me: Shampoo. Do you think it smells good?
Lucas: It smells fresh. Why you use shampoo?
Me: So my hair can be clean. Doesn't it smell great?
Lucas: Yes, but your armpits don't.
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Big Elliott News
Oh man.
Elliott took two steps on his own yesterday.
He kisses me, almost on cue, but with an open mouth and a whole lotta slobber. Not cool, but we are working on it.
Man does he have separation anxiety.
He is awesome, but that isn't new.
Elliott took two steps on his own yesterday.
He kisses me, almost on cue, but with an open mouth and a whole lotta slobber. Not cool, but we are working on it.
Man does he have separation anxiety.
He is awesome, but that isn't new.
Saturday, April 27, 2013
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Lucasisms
Now that you've heard the bad and the ugly, let's hear the good:
In the car on the way to swimming:
L: Mom, remember that time at the dentist when I was picking a treat out of the treat bag and the lady smiled and said that I was getting floss?
Me: Yes, that was so fun, wasn't it?
L: (sigh) Yeah, mom. She was so terrified of me. I was lucky.
Me: Terrified? Really?
L: Yeah, so terrified.
Me: So, what does terrified mean?
L: Terrified is another way to say she was really impressed with me and my floss. Really impressed.
In the car on the way to swimming:
L: Mom, remember that time at the dentist when I was picking a treat out of the treat bag and the lady smiled and said that I was getting floss?
Me: Yes, that was so fun, wasn't it?
L: (sigh) Yeah, mom. She was so terrified of me. I was lucky.
Me: Terrified? Really?
L: Yeah, so terrified.
Me: So, what does terrified mean?
L: Terrified is another way to say she was really impressed with me and my floss. Really impressed.
Arg
Today has not been a banner day for parenting. Lucas is really into well, how should I put this, whatever he wants at that moment. He is really testing limits in ways that I never thought he would, even though I know that it is completely normal. Normal and annoying.
As we were leaving Becky's house today, the Lucas waterworks went nuts, and he actually said, "Why don't you ever want me to be happy????" And by said, I mean he screamed. And screamed, and screamed, and........you get it? Once we got home, "Why don't you ever let me eat? I am so huuuuuuunnnnnnnggggggrrrrrryyyy?? " "Why do you always help Elllllllliiiiiiiiiiooooooootttttt and you never even help me with aaaaaaaannnnnnnnyyyyyyything????" And so on, and so on, and so on..
So of course we talked and hugged and kissed and ate and I put Mr. Littlest down for his nap, and that, my friends is when things got ugly. Apparently, I earned the worst mom of the world award by carrying his guitar to his room. So I suppose I earned the FORTY minutes of tearful accusations about how I don't take care of him, and I don't help him be happy, and I don't turn on the fan because he wants to turn on the fan, and I shouldn't touch the guitar because he wants to move it, and so on and so forth.
And when he woke up the baby, I think I broke. I gave him eyes that made him think, uh oh, was that too much? and then I told him to close his mouth and not make a sound. But that baby was up. And I was UNhappy. I got the baby back to sleep, and Lucas woke him up three more times. Oh man. I pulled Lucas out of his bed to put him on the couch so Elliott could have some peace, and Lucas kicked it up to "why don't you ever snuggle me, I want what I want so that I could want to close my eyes," ensuring me that he was exhausted beyond words and yet somehow digging up reserves of energy to make me crazier.
I told him I loved him. He said "why don't you ever read me a story?" I said let's snuggle and you close your eyes. He said, "why aren't you making me happy? You don't even want me to be happy."
Then, a ray of sunshine in the storm, he said, "mom, let's go i nmy room so that we can snuggle better.'
And then, sweet, sweet sleep. (him, not me) Just like that, his breathing changed to sleepy sounds, and I said "I love you," and he said, "I love you", and rolled over. I still love him.
As we were leaving Becky's house today, the Lucas waterworks went nuts, and he actually said, "Why don't you ever want me to be happy????" And by said, I mean he screamed. And screamed, and screamed, and........you get it? Once we got home, "Why don't you ever let me eat? I am so huuuuuuunnnnnnnggggggrrrrrryyyy?? " "Why do you always help Elllllllliiiiiiiiiiooooooootttttt and you never even help me with aaaaaaaannnnnnnnyyyyyyything????" And so on, and so on, and so on..
So of course we talked and hugged and kissed and ate and I put Mr. Littlest down for his nap, and that, my friends is when things got ugly. Apparently, I earned the worst mom of the world award by carrying his guitar to his room. So I suppose I earned the FORTY minutes of tearful accusations about how I don't take care of him, and I don't help him be happy, and I don't turn on the fan because he wants to turn on the fan, and I shouldn't touch the guitar because he wants to move it, and so on and so forth.
And when he woke up the baby, I think I broke. I gave him eyes that made him think, uh oh, was that too much? and then I told him to close his mouth and not make a sound. But that baby was up. And I was UNhappy. I got the baby back to sleep, and Lucas woke him up three more times. Oh man. I pulled Lucas out of his bed to put him on the couch so Elliott could have some peace, and Lucas kicked it up to "why don't you ever snuggle me, I want what I want so that I could want to close my eyes," ensuring me that he was exhausted beyond words and yet somehow digging up reserves of energy to make me crazier.
I told him I loved him. He said "why don't you ever read me a story?" I said let's snuggle and you close your eyes. He said, "why aren't you making me happy? You don't even want me to be happy."
Then, a ray of sunshine in the storm, he said, "mom, let's go i nmy room so that we can snuggle better.'
And then, sweet, sweet sleep. (him, not me) Just like that, his breathing changed to sleepy sounds, and I said "I love you," and he said, "I love you", and rolled over. I still love him.
Friday, April 19, 2013
A year ago
A miniature Matt.
Elliott vs. Lucas
Hungry?
Elliott-Yes
Lucas-Yes
Snuggly?
Elliott-getting there
Lucas-Mayor of Cozytown
Tidy?
Lucas=fastidious
Elliott=hot mess
Adventurous?
Lucas=rule based, asks for permission
Elliott=rule breaker, daredevil
Electrical Outlet?
Lucas=No, thank you
Elliott=Yes, please.
Supreme?
Lucas=Yes
Elliott=Yes
Elliott-Yes
Lucas-Yes
Snuggly?
Elliott-getting there
Lucas-Mayor of Cozytown
Tidy?
Lucas=fastidious
Elliott=hot mess
Adventurous?
Lucas=rule based, asks for permission
Elliott=rule breaker, daredevil
Electrical Outlet?
Lucas=No, thank you
Elliott=Yes, please.
Supreme?
Lucas=Yes
Elliott=Yes
Elliott is almost 1!!!!
Tomorrow is the day. A whole year old. Craziness.
My littlest guy is really coming into his own. He is finally start to get some real coziness in his routine, and loves to dance! He is super animated when we play music, and is starting to stand on his own for a few seconds at a time. He is also really, really, really, really, really heavy.
I just love him to pieces.
My littlest guy is really coming into his own. He is finally start to get some real coziness in his routine, and loves to dance! He is super animated when we play music, and is starting to stand on his own for a few seconds at a time. He is also really, really, really, really, really heavy.
I just love him to pieces.
Friday, April 5, 2013
Is my Lucas ruined?
So, two days in to preschool, Lucas has told me that he will spray me with boogies, has said shit (and ship!) several times, and has thrown in a few 'dammits' for good measure. I am horrified, it is like my (current) worst fear realized.
The school is great, the teachers are so kind, but Lucas is refusing to nap and has started to to tell me (me!?!?!) that I am in big trouble when I correct him about anything. I am going to channel my inner Miss MacNeilly and figure out how to best redirect him.
I suppose I just have to remember that he still loves to shout 'kiss delivery' from across the dinner table and runs over to lay some kisses and hugs on me and Elliott and Ben. Or that he tells me his super power is the power to snuggle, and mine is the power to clean. He is a great helper and just wants to be so big, but seriously with the attitude these days!!!???
I do have to hold back my own eye rolling when I ask him to close his eyes, take a deep breath, and rest and then he tells me that he forgot how to close his eyes or his brain told his eyes to close, but they aren't listening. He has taken to talking out of the corner of his mouth. It is the funniest thing ever. I have GOT to take video. Seriously. He has also started falling out of his bed, weird, right? But whenever we hear the thud and run in there, expecting tears and hysteria, he just looks up and says, "My brain just told my body not to fall out, but my body just falled out!" all matter of fact with lots of hand gestures. You gotta give him credit, he has style.
Oh, my Elliott! He is so his own man. He is an enormously heavy child to carry, and reeeeeeeeeeally makes you work hard for a laugh, but once you get one it is so worth it. He is a little daredevil, and loves for you to throw him high in the air and to pretend you are dropping him. He just can't get enough. Have I mentioned lately that I just love him? And I do enjoy that he doesn't say 'dammit' yet. He laughs so hard when I jump out and scare him, and when I tickle him till he can't breathe. Weirdo.
I wish I could remember every little thing about these two, how they make each other laugh, how Lucas looks out for Elliott, how Elliott imitates every little trick he sees Lucas do, how they play in the tub, how Elliott rubs his ear when he gets tired, and how he yawns the second I start singing his good night song. Lucas is already getting so big and gave up his pacifiers and doesn't hardly ever pinch anymore. It's like some switch went off in his brain that said to give up the baby stuff and move on. So tragic, but also so great to see him taking risks and trying new things independently. He is a great help around the house, loves a chore, and loves reading. We have read the first 6 of the Little House books, and start book 7 tomorrow! Elliott is crawling, he stood on his own for about 10 seconds today, and was cool as a cucumber. He is too smooth! Sometimes I think that he is an old soul that can't be bothered with getting excited over all this baby stuff.
Anyway, I am loving these babies too much, getting the back room ready for them to share, and already missing them as babies, even though they totally are little. There are so many changes at the moment, I am trying to remember as a mom and wife to enjoy these moments with my big guy (Ben!) and not to get crazy over the details. Sigh. Being a grownup ain't easy. After the boys are over their colds, all will be a little easier. Right????
Sorry to be so mushy. Next post will be fun, I swear. With pictures, I promise!!!
The school is great, the teachers are so kind, but Lucas is refusing to nap and has started to to tell me (me!?!?!) that I am in big trouble when I correct him about anything. I am going to channel my inner Miss MacNeilly and figure out how to best redirect him.
I suppose I just have to remember that he still loves to shout 'kiss delivery' from across the dinner table and runs over to lay some kisses and hugs on me and Elliott and Ben. Or that he tells me his super power is the power to snuggle, and mine is the power to clean. He is a great helper and just wants to be so big, but seriously with the attitude these days!!!???
I do have to hold back my own eye rolling when I ask him to close his eyes, take a deep breath, and rest and then he tells me that he forgot how to close his eyes or his brain told his eyes to close, but they aren't listening. He has taken to talking out of the corner of his mouth. It is the funniest thing ever. I have GOT to take video. Seriously. He has also started falling out of his bed, weird, right? But whenever we hear the thud and run in there, expecting tears and hysteria, he just looks up and says, "My brain just told my body not to fall out, but my body just falled out!" all matter of fact with lots of hand gestures. You gotta give him credit, he has style.
Oh, my Elliott! He is so his own man. He is an enormously heavy child to carry, and reeeeeeeeeeally makes you work hard for a laugh, but once you get one it is so worth it. He is a little daredevil, and loves for you to throw him high in the air and to pretend you are dropping him. He just can't get enough. Have I mentioned lately that I just love him? And I do enjoy that he doesn't say 'dammit' yet. He laughs so hard when I jump out and scare him, and when I tickle him till he can't breathe. Weirdo.
I wish I could remember every little thing about these two, how they make each other laugh, how Lucas looks out for Elliott, how Elliott imitates every little trick he sees Lucas do, how they play in the tub, how Elliott rubs his ear when he gets tired, and how he yawns the second I start singing his good night song. Lucas is already getting so big and gave up his pacifiers and doesn't hardly ever pinch anymore. It's like some switch went off in his brain that said to give up the baby stuff and move on. So tragic, but also so great to see him taking risks and trying new things independently. He is a great help around the house, loves a chore, and loves reading. We have read the first 6 of the Little House books, and start book 7 tomorrow! Elliott is crawling, he stood on his own for about 10 seconds today, and was cool as a cucumber. He is too smooth! Sometimes I think that he is an old soul that can't be bothered with getting excited over all this baby stuff.
Anyway, I am loving these babies too much, getting the back room ready for them to share, and already missing them as babies, even though they totally are little. There are so many changes at the moment, I am trying to remember as a mom and wife to enjoy these moments with my big guy (Ben!) and not to get crazy over the details. Sigh. Being a grownup ain't easy. After the boys are over their colds, all will be a little easier. Right????
Sorry to be so mushy. Next post will be fun, I swear. With pictures, I promise!!!
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Preschool!
So today is the day. Lucas has been thrilled for the past week, looking forward to this big day. He wanted to wear his 'choo choo' train shirt and show his new friends.
His story changed a little bit when it was time to leave him at school. When I started to leave with Elliott, and I said that I would see him later, Lucas grabbed my leg and said, "Mom, I could go home with you, that's ok." He did not cry, but I wanted to!
His story changed a little bit when it was time to leave him at school. When I started to leave with Elliott, and I said that I would see him later, Lucas grabbed my leg and said, "Mom, I could go home with you, that's ok." He did not cry, but I wanted to!
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