Oh bummer. Is William newest favorite phrases. I know it looks like it should have an exclamation point after it, but he doesn't use one when he says it so I'm not putting one there. I'm not entirely sure where it came from (me? a definite maybe). Most of the time he uses it in situations entirely appropriately. For example, when his large stack of blocks tips over, you'll hear him say "oh, bummer".
However, this new phrase is totally hilarious to both John and myself when it is a complete understatement in a situation. For example, when William doesn't listen he either looses a toy for one day or goes into time out (punishment depends on the crime). Earlier today, William was sent to a time out AND lost a favorite car for the rest of the day. His response? Oh, bummer.
John and I barely made it out of his room before busting out laughing like crazy. Funny boy.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Argh
Amelia adores her big brother. Big, puffy clouds of love. She happily spends entire days just following in his wake, trying to get near to him. When she gets close, she kisses, hugs and pats him all over. Not gently either. She has been known to leave marks behind with her pinchy little fingers and scratches with her pointy fingernails (and no, it doesn't matter how often I cut/file them. They are always pointy). And she squeals. A high pitched, headache inducing squeal of overwhelming happiness. This isn't the problem.
The problem is William plays and forgets that she is there. So, as she approaches, he elbows her in the face. Or drives a backhoe into her nose. Or tips over a tower of blocks upon her pretty head. Tears come fast, hot, furious. I rush in to assess the damage by scooping her up. Which results in tears of anger from our adorable Amelia. Not mad at her brother. No. She is mad that I have taken her away from her brother. Either he is put in time out when I feel like he knew what he was doing and did it anyway (he pushed her down) or I am simply examining her for injuries and reassuring William.
It doesn't matter if he has caused her pain just seconds before, all is immediately forgiven and all she wants is to be back at his side. Just after pushing Amelia down for what felt like the tenth time of the day, William was again in his room serving what felt like the tenth time out of the day. And for the tenth time, Amelia was crawling like a madwoman down the hallway to his room. To find her big brother. Because his door doesn't latch all the time. When she pushes on the door it will open sometimes and allows her to be back with her big brother.
It is tough on both sides. The adoration has to be tiring. William is just a three year old, impulsive boy. Sometimes a boy just needs to drive his truck or read his book without the grabby little sister waiting to tear out the pages of your favorite book or destroy the lego creation you worked so hard to build. And yet, all Amelia wants is a little love from her beloved older brother. I think the solution to this is going to be balance. Somehow. No one said this parent stuff was easy, did they?
The problem is William plays and forgets that she is there. So, as she approaches, he elbows her in the face. Or drives a backhoe into her nose. Or tips over a tower of blocks upon her pretty head. Tears come fast, hot, furious. I rush in to assess the damage by scooping her up. Which results in tears of anger from our adorable Amelia. Not mad at her brother. No. She is mad that I have taken her away from her brother. Either he is put in time out when I feel like he knew what he was doing and did it anyway (he pushed her down) or I am simply examining her for injuries and reassuring William.
It doesn't matter if he has caused her pain just seconds before, all is immediately forgiven and all she wants is to be back at his side. Just after pushing Amelia down for what felt like the tenth time of the day, William was again in his room serving what felt like the tenth time out of the day. And for the tenth time, Amelia was crawling like a madwoman down the hallway to his room. To find her big brother. Because his door doesn't latch all the time. When she pushes on the door it will open sometimes and allows her to be back with her big brother.
It is tough on both sides. The adoration has to be tiring. William is just a three year old, impulsive boy. Sometimes a boy just needs to drive his truck or read his book without the grabby little sister waiting to tear out the pages of your favorite book or destroy the lego creation you worked so hard to build. And yet, all Amelia wants is a little love from her beloved older brother. I think the solution to this is going to be balance. Somehow. No one said this parent stuff was easy, did they?
Monday, February 8, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
3 Things
Three things that made me smile today:
1. After a rough trip to the store where the word "no" was uttered more times per minute than allowed by state law, William happily clapped away to the "Happy and You Know It" cd playing. Although his behavior in the store made me want to....well do something not nice, it warmed my heart to hear him clap merrily away to the music on the way home. Because if he wasn't happy he wouldn't have been clapping along.
2. Amelia wore a cute little dress to church today with a sweater. What with the cold weather, I had forgotten about how adorably pudgy her little (big) thighs are. Utterly kissable. Totally wonderful and brought a smile to my face every time I saw them.
3. The giggles. Just one of the kids has to start and the other will join in. Within moments they have each other rolling on the ground. Laughing at each other, bringing joy to my heart.
Three things that made me want to gnash my teeth down to tiny nubs
1. The screech. Amelia has more and more communication abilities every day. She has discovered that by screeching at an piercing upper pitch, she is able to have her needs met in a more expedient manner.
2-100. The mind changing. William is more willing to do things when he has a choice. I know he doesn't want to go to the store with me to get milk. I don't really want to go the store with me to get milk. But if he gets to pick out his shoes/jacket/special toy/etc he is much more willing to go along with the program (or what needs to be done). However, the last few days have been more about the changing mind. For example:
Q. Do you want oatmeal or cereal for breakfast?
A. cereal
Meltdown: I DIDN'T WANT CEREAL! I WANT OATMEAL!
This can range from everything from how his sandwich is cut at lunchtime to the clothes he wears. It is totally unpredictable and stressful because I'm just not really ever sure when he is going to cooperate these days. All bets are off and I think it might be a safe bet to expect him to be uncooperative at just about every turn.
1. After a rough trip to the store where the word "no" was uttered more times per minute than allowed by state law, William happily clapped away to the "Happy and You Know It" cd playing. Although his behavior in the store made me want to....well do something not nice, it warmed my heart to hear him clap merrily away to the music on the way home. Because if he wasn't happy he wouldn't have been clapping along.
2. Amelia wore a cute little dress to church today with a sweater. What with the cold weather, I had forgotten about how adorably pudgy her little (big) thighs are. Utterly kissable. Totally wonderful and brought a smile to my face every time I saw them.
3. The giggles. Just one of the kids has to start and the other will join in. Within moments they have each other rolling on the ground. Laughing at each other, bringing joy to my heart.
Three things that made me want to gnash my teeth down to tiny nubs
1. The screech. Amelia has more and more communication abilities every day. She has discovered that by screeching at an piercing upper pitch, she is able to have her needs met in a more expedient manner.
2-100. The mind changing. William is more willing to do things when he has a choice. I know he doesn't want to go to the store with me to get milk. I don't really want to go the store with me to get milk. But if he gets to pick out his shoes/jacket/special toy/etc he is much more willing to go along with the program (or what needs to be done). However, the last few days have been more about the changing mind. For example:
Q. Do you want oatmeal or cereal for breakfast?
A. cereal
Meltdown: I DIDN'T WANT CEREAL! I WANT OATMEAL!
This can range from everything from how his sandwich is cut at lunchtime to the clothes he wears. It is totally unpredictable and stressful because I'm just not really ever sure when he is going to cooperate these days. All bets are off and I think it might be a safe bet to expect him to be uncooperative at just about every turn.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Dear
Dear Underpant manufactuor:
Please make the front of your underpants for boys prettier. My son insists on wearing them backwards so he is able to admire the racecar/train/character every single time he pulls down his pants. However, worn backwards, the underwear do not fit correctly in the rear....which is an issue during potty training.
Thank you,
The Mama
Please make the front of your underpants for boys prettier. My son insists on wearing them backwards so he is able to admire the racecar/train/character every single time he pulls down his pants. However, worn backwards, the underwear do not fit correctly in the rear....which is an issue during potty training.
Thank you,
The Mama
Sunday, January 31, 2010
tooth #7 1/31/10
Also:
William picked out a sucker from our treat jar for doing something great*. He has just discovered the wonders of different flavored suckers**. He requested a green sucker, but was a little disappointed or surprised to find a white colored sucker under the green wrapper.
Will: What flavor is this?
Daddy: Cream soda
Will: ??
Daddy: The flavor is called cream soda
Will: This is called....Minne soda?
*He pooped. On the potty. That's right, he POOPED ON THE POTTY. This is big, people. HUGE in fact because he has been doing it for an entire week now. Exclusively pooping on the potty. It is taking all my self control to leave it at that because there is nothing I love more than a good poop story. But, I promised myself. No potty training stories.
**Dum dums if you are interested
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Also:
William picked out a sucker from our treat jar for doing something great*. He has just discovered the wonders of different flavored suckers**. He requested a green sucker, but was a little disappointed or surprised to find a white colored sucker under the green wrapper.
Will: What flavor is this?
Daddy: Cream soda
Will: ??
Daddy: The flavor is called cream soda
Will: This is called....Minne soda?
*He pooped. On the potty. That's right, he POOPED ON THE POTTY. This is big, people. HUGE in fact because he has been doing it for an entire week now. Exclusively pooping on the potty. It is taking all my self control to leave it at that because there is nothing I love more than a good poop story. But, I promised myself. No potty training stories.
**Dum dums if you are interested
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