March 30, 2008
March 26, 2008
March 24, 2008
He got a hold of my purse this morning and in order to buy a few minutes to finish up my pre-work routine, I turned my back on the activity. When I returned to the bedroom, this is what I found.
You'll notice tht he's got my Visa card in his right hand and this is when Mommy began gently encouraging (or maybe loudly demanding) with him to put the wallet away. But, alas, he couldn't hear me. Those are orange ear plugs in - and around - his left ear. There were approximately 11 of them. In one ear. Apparently that makes it very difficult to hear. I like to call this photo, "I can see your lips moving but I can't seem to make out what you're saying, mommy."
We got the wallet reassembled, thrown in the purse and we headed out to school. I dropped Thomas in the toddler room first, then took Andrew to Pre 2. Upon leaving Pre 2 I was greeted in the hallway by Thomas' teacher. He was holding 17 cents in his hand. It was 17 pennies that had apparently been pilfered from our bathroom drawer and my wallet. He had found them in Thomas' pockets and felt as though pennies weren't appropriate playthings for the 18-month to 2.5-year-old set. I'm seriously going to win a parenting award any day now.
March 17, 2008
March 11, 2008
Andrew: Mommy, what is that on your veg-et-a-bulls?
Me: It's shredded cheese.
Andrew: Can I have some?
Me: Sure. I'll get you a little bowl to use.
Andrew: No, mommy. I don't need a bowl. I'll just lick it off my plate. Oh, and mommy, I don't want Farmer John cheese. I want pizza cheese. What's that called? Mostarella?
March 9, 2008
She sent the Wii to Lawrence with her mom and I met her in a church parking lot last week to make the exchange. My friend told her mom to be careful with it because it was expensive so when wii met she dug it out from underneath a quilt and a pile of newspapers in the backseat of her car. I felt like I should be watching for undercover law enforcement.
Mark finally got it all setup last night and you can guess what wii've been doing ever since. It comes with golf, boxing, bowling, tennis and baseball. So far Andrew is the only one who's played. Bowling is a little challenging for him, he's pretty good at baseball and tennis and he's got boxing mastered. You should see him dancing and swinging like a madman. Wii're having a slight parenting disagreement over whether boxing is a constructive energy release or the first step on the path to thinking punching's cool. He's working on his golf swing right now. Mark is trying to help which is pretty funny since Mark doesn't play golf anymore because he doesn't have the patience for it.
Thomas is completely intrigued and has, so far, been content to watch the action. Mark hasn't tried yet but I can tell you right now that he's going to love it. I can also hardly wait to get my hands on it, when no one else is around. To date I've watched all this action from the couch. While the rest of the family has enjoyed the new Wii, I'm "enjoying" a raging case of strep throat. I had almost forgotten how much it sucks to feel like you're swallowing razor blades while courting a fever and killer headache, but to take my mind off that I've got built-in entertainment in the form of the multi-sport seminar going on in my basement.
The search for the Wii began because of Andrew having asked Santa for Guitar Hero but it appears he has, for now, forgotten all about his quest to become a rock star because he's got several new sports to master.
March 6, 2008
Andrew began lessons yesterday with our new friend, Dorie. Dorie comes highly recommended by the mothers-of-preschoolers-set around town and now we know what all the hype is about. Andrew has been talking about these impending lessons non-stop for a week and woke up yesterday morning asking what time he would be going to the pool and inquiring as to whether he would wear his swimsuit to school. He was just a bit excited about this.
Now, picture the scene. Thomas and I have been home all day because he has a fever. Because he wasn't 100%, and because I thought Andrew would enjoy this as a 1:1 activity, Mark planned to leave work in time to stay home with Thomas. He ended up detained by a few minutes so Thomas and I loaded up to go get Andrew at school, with the plan that I would bring him back home before Andrew and I went to the pool. Thomas was so excited to "go, go, go" somewhere that when he realized he wasn't invited on the next phase of the journey he was distraught. That was when we decided that we would all go to swimming lessons. It would be a fun family event. Everyone would love it.
Everyone except Thomas. As it turns out, Thomas is terrified of indoor pools. Who knew? After a few attempts to cajole him into enjoying the outing, he and Daddy left and went across the street to hangout until the lesson ended. The good news is that Andrew enjoyed the experience a great deal. His initial enthusiasm and bravado faded a bit when he realized that his new friend Dorie wasn't kidding about wanting him to put his face in the water. I think he thought he was going to get away with just paddling around, holding his head up like a little turtle, but Dorie had another plan and she's done this a few times.
When the lesson first started, you could have bounced a quarter off any part of Andrew's body. He was a little tense. She began by asking him to float on his back, with her helping support him, and he looked like a stick figure. He was all arms and legs and his heels and hands were levitating off the surface of the water. By the end of 20 minutes she had him relaxing on his back, blowing bubbles in the water and gliding in the water with his face down. By the time daddy and Thomas arrived back to pick us up, the revisionist history had already begun and he had, according to him, had a total blast, had trusted Dorie completely and had been swimming like a fish.
We've got a few more lessons on the books and I hope he's as excited to go back next week as he was when he left yesterday. We're leaving Thomas at school next week.
P.S. Please excuse the low-resolution photos. In the interest of matrimonial harmony I won't blog about the whole story, but our camera was the victim of an unfortunate accident somewhere along I-435 in Kansas City. I've been promised that we'll have a new camera in time for Thomas' birthday later this month but until then I'm reduced to using my phone. I'm smiling, really. It's just through gritted teeth.