Thursday, March 29, 2007
Off to watch Survivor. Very excited. Hasn't been much tv on that both J and I can watch together. Top Design was great- a new found love. and Real World was too. and HOW ABOUT THE HOOVER BUCS!!!???? for all you Two a Days fans. I was on the edge of my seat. Oh and I cannot forget The Hills. I am so so soooo sad that next week is the Season Finale. So don't miss it! I have a feeling Heidi isn't going to go through with the big move. BUT you'll have to wait until next season to find out!!!!
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
I gave him yogurt covered raisins from Whole Foods the other day. and he is a fan. I find that he eats the best while strolling through the store. I usually get a pack of string cheese and open it. He usually has a banana and now the raisins. Don't worry, we pay for it all.
I think I wrote about this issue a year ago. The bitchy moms you see that have no interest in saying hi or even smiling. The only thing I can think is that a. It's not her first child so she has no interest in new mom friends (not that I'm trying to make friends at the store) b. Her toddler is very trying and she is just really tired or c. She is just a bitch. I've been to a new class several times and afterwards I've seen the same mom at a different grocery store. Both times she barely acknowledged me. I am sure that if I had not given a smile and said hi she wouldn't have even nodded in my direction. Whatever her excuse, be it a. b. or c. -it doesn't make for a nice impression. I just don't get it.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Other developments: Craving an audience, preparing for a sibling
Though your toddler's desire to be the show-stopper 24/7 may have waned a little bit, he still enjoys an audience. Expect repeat performances of any antics that get a response from you. He thrives on adoring adult attention, and may wither if you scold him. If you tell him not to do something in a harsh or impatient tone, he may cry and come to you for a hug since he needs reassurance that you're not angry with him.
It's always reassuring to know that his behavior is 'normal'.
We had a busy weekend. Saturday we went to my alma mater's alumnae Easter Egg Hunt. Besides screaming bloody murder when Mr. Easter bunny tried to hold him for a photo op...he had a ball. And he didn't really like that Mr. Easter bunny was stalking him while he was picking up eggs either. You would have thought Mr. EB got the hint when he screamed at him. He didn't.
But besides that he played hard and picked up a load of Easter eggs, loved the playground and we couldn't tear him away from the "Little Gate Village", I think that's what they call it. Now for a shameless plug, if you are in the market for a program for your toddler I highly suggest it. I have never seen the facilities at Little Gate until yesterday, but they are impressive.
Here's W with Mr. Easter Bunny.
This afternoon we went to the coolest birthday party. It was a petting zoo. They had goats and sheep and rabbits and pigs and alligators and horses, oh my! W and J got a chance to go into the walk-in cage. W pulled the rooster's, tried to pull the mini alligator's tail and even road the turtle. Here's a shot of him riding off into the sunset. Okay-not quite. He was crying again. Maybe we can get over our aversion to animals together.
Then he sat on the pony for a few seconds. Enough time for a photo op. But I won't show you the picture, because you get the idea. He was crying.
But just so you can see how much fun the kids had and what a great idea it is for a birthday party, here's another friend holding the small alligator.
W much preferred riding off into the sunset in a traditional form of transportation, the car.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Here's W putting on his shoes. Close, but no cigar.
We finally got out the door to meet friends for coffee talk and ran into more. That's always fun!
We went to the park then came home to read W's books out of his READ Nola backpack. His idea.
He took a nap, not a long one. I fixed him some egg salad and blueberries. Wouldn't eat any of that but he will always eat a nana.
He can play for hours stuffing the tips of my running shoelaces into the holes so I got the colander and spaghetti idea from Parents Magazine. If your baby likes to do fine motor skill things like that you should try it. It took up a good 45 minutes.
We played out back for awhile. Then Papa came to visit, thank goodness, because he was tired of his boring ole Mama. W didn't waste any time letting him in the door.
They strolled around the block. He must have needed his hands because "Look! No hands!" We need to get him a Jazz Fest "How ya gonna clap?!" strap.
After their stroll we lounged in the sunporch. He is fascinated with fans, especially the one on the sunporch.
and seems as if Papa is too.
And now good night, it is time to sleep. Nigh Nigh.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Monday, March 19, 2007
I thought of this today while I sitting on the floor in my closet. I don't know why I was on the floor but W came up to give me a hug and sit in my lap and I found myself giving him love pat. In response, he put his head up against my chest, wrapped his arm around my back and gave me a love pat too. and then another one. It was the sweetest thing I've ever felt. and looking back on those visits to New Roads Mimi's house, I wish I would've given her a love pat back so that she would have felt the love the way I did this morning when the Little Buddy gave me mine.
Friday, March 16, 2007
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Every night, especially on nights when he is laying on his back and I can see his face, when I check on the Little Buddy before I go to bed, I truly have to take a breath because I think that he is the most beautiful baby in the world. And every night I want to give him a million kisses while he’s sleeping but I’m scared I will wake him up. And then I think to myself, “Does every mother think this about their baby?” Because I just don’t understand, not how they can think that their baby is the most beautiful baby in the world because that’s what mother’s think, but how can anyone think it with more intensity and awe than I think it?
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
As for Jen and Darnelle (Stephen's friend), I think he's way too normal for Jen. I think he just wants a little somethin', somethin' if you know what I mean?
Like when I put a bubble on him that I bought for him when it was still warm. It's 18 months so it still fit him but he looked a bit obscene-what with those long legs toddling around in a bubble. I had to take it off- quickly.
Or when he is eating a piece of string cheese or a banana and holding it himself. That always gets me.
Or when he walks down the steps at Mimo and Papa's holding their hands.
Or when he laughs really loud because he know it will get a really loud laugh out of me.
Or when he tries to buckle himself into his carseat.
He's doing so many things that make me realize that one day he won't be a baby anymore and I am doing all I can to make sure I notice everything. I don't want to miss out on one minute.
Monday, March 12, 2007
W was a bit hesitant to walk down Papa's stairs holding his hands today after his spill coming down the drain's step on Saturday. He whined a bit but by the end of the afternoon he had come around. You think the little tikes forget things like that but wouldn't you remember falling face first onto a brick patio? Luckily, he was okay except for his new fear of walking down steps.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
By the time we got home he was half asleep but still eating his goldfish. I started my gardening while he was taking a nap and J finished taking everything out of the shed at the old house. FINALLY! It's empty. The only thing left to do is walk the Mardi Gras latter back over here and get rid of our old Weber barbecue pit. I am sure I have given this advice before but just in case you missed it.
What you have in your house is always more than you think it is. Don't make the mistake of thinking you can move it yourself. If you have movers let them do all the moving.
So W woke up from his nap fire hot with red cheeks. His fever was 102.3. Mimo has been sick but he hasn't been around her. I guess he caught it from her via Papa. Anyway, once he was up and about he was in great spirits. Played with the hose, the dirt, hide and seek with J in the yard. I guess the Tylenol helped because by the time he went to sleep he was much cooler. I am praying that this will be a short lived virus.
So my petunias are planted as is the basil and rosemary. Now I just have to be religious about watering them. The backyard looks great. All the leaves have been blown by this new great yard guy and it's a backyard in which we will be spending many a cocktail hour.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
On our year of dating anniversary I gave it to J with a poem saying that it was to be open on our 5th year of dating anniversary. I guess I didn't want to jinx us by saying "drink it on our first year wedding anniversary". So we have been waiting. and waiting and waiting. Every month I ask J if it's time to drink the darn bottle.
I am so bummed. Completely bummed. Not that it won't be enjoyed on this random Thursday night, but I am truly upset. I looked online to see if I could find another bottle to buy. It's now worth $85. I think I bought it at $50. I never save wine. We pretty much buy it and drink it so that it had gone up in value was pretty cool to see.
So a toast:
It's been a great 5 years
and I have to say
that I wouldn't want my life
to be any other way.
I've got a sweet husband
and a really cute tot
who I love and love
a really whole lot.
So let's drink this wine
and celebrate us
To 100 more years
of love and lust (didn't have anything else to rhyme, not trying to be kinky)
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
sidenote: my pet peeve (this will probably make people mad) is when people let there dogs run wild at Daneel Park. It's not a dog park-it's specifically geared for children and there is dog poo all over the field and I've seen many a dog snap at a young child who wanted to play with it. Not to mention the fact that W is a little freaked out by snippy dogs. Audubon park or the fly or city park I think are better suited for dogs.
Anyway, W seemed really intrigued and walked right on over to the dog. The last thing I want is for him to be scared of dogs. I'm not a huge animal fan but I do like dogs. We had Ingersol forever but he was old and sweet, didn't bark and didn't really jump up on people. That's the way I like them. But my goal is to get W comfortable around dogs especially because of Cousin Jude, Aunt Jojo and Uncle RaRa's beagle. He pet the dog, looked at it sideways, petted him some more. All in all a big success. A big step in W's world of animals.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
I told him it was time to go inside so he promptly followed me to the door only to find the back door doesn't have a handle on it. I guess I've never noticed because I don't usually shut the door behind me when we're outside. But today, I guess after having gotten our electric bill I was being energy conscious, I shut it. No handle. Darn! Oh, and aren't our brand new gates with deadbolts that we just had installed last week sooo safe? So we were locked in. Really locked in, no getting in, and no getting out either. I went around to the side gate to scream for the neighbor across the street-she's the only one I know well enough to scream to- but she didn't come out. I climbed onto the wall thinking I could pull W up behind me but it was too high so I waited for passing cars hoping to flag a stranger down to use their cell phone (really safe considering this crime ridden environment we live in but I had no choice). W thought is was a hoot seeing his fat ass mom scramble oh-so-gracefully up the wall. But after a few minutes being down on the ground, he wasn't laughing so much. Then I saw her. The neighbor!!! "Heeeeeyyyyyyy!" I yelled.
"Hey! What's up?"
What did she think? I just liked to hang out on the wall. I guess to her defense she doesn't really know me. Maybe she thought I was just the new kookie neighbor hanging out on the wall.
To make a long story short....she called J at work. Told him the situation. So I crawled down and waited patiently for him to come home. and then I saw it. The handle on the back door. It does have a handle. I was trying to get in the wrong door.
Monday, March 05, 2007
And I thought, "Isn't that always the way. I'm trying to take my time, to liesurely pick out a good book and now we have to leave." But I guess if it hadn't of been him, it would have been me:)
Sunday, March 04, 2007
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Then I started thinking of things that can happen to them. And my mind goes crazy and that will be never ending. But for example, soon we will have to worry about other mean boys hurting them. What if someone is picking on them? Or someone beats them up or pushes them down? Don't mess with my baby, believe me. A friend with older kids once told me that when a kid is mean to her kid she just wants to "kick their ass". And if it happens around here, I think I just might.