Looking at stuff online with Wayne...
J: What? What are you talking about, Dad? You're just making stuff up, buddy!
Randomly, while Wayne and I were joking around:
J: Tone down!! Let's all put our tones down!!
Random...
J: Candy's better than even cheese!
To me, regarding a toy...
J: That's how it works, punk!
To Corgan...
J: It takes a long time to become a grown up.
To Wayne...
J: This is my yantern. Mom bought it. For me. It's MIIIIINE.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
This child o' mine!!!
I love him. How could I not? But today... whew!! He has pushed ALLLLLL the buttons!!
Woke up this morning and thought, "Where is he?" Because, generally, he wakes me up before he even goes to the bathroom. Not for cuddles but for food. Haha! He did NOT wake me up this morning but I could hear him talking. So I venture into the kitchen to find him suspiciously dirty in the area of his mouth and shoving the following concoction into his snack bowl: cheesy chips, the cereal part of Lucky Charms (the marshmallows are already gone), red jelly candies (Willie Wonka makes them without red dye!), and bite sized 3 Musketeers and Milky Way candy bars.
"I'm making a breakfast SNACK!" he told me, quite giddily.
Now, the jelly candies were in a top cupboard, the chocolate was behind the vegetable holder on the counter, and the Lucky Charms? On top of the fridge! How did he reach that, you ask? By climbing onto the counter, standing up and pulling it down. When I looked up at the fridge in a reflex "How the heck did he do that?" action, I saw the Oreos balanced precariously on the edge. Which then explained the mysteriously dirty mouth and shirt. After removing the grossly junkie food from his snack bowl, I explained (oh so calmly and sweetly, of course) that those foods are for special treats and not for breakfast; that breakfast is the most important meal of the day so he needed to make it a healthy one. I offered him Cheerios with milk and cantaloupe. His response was to begin wailing and throw himself to the floor, screaming about how mean I am. And how I needed to be nice to him or something.
Memory intrusion... Only a year ago, this same riotously obnoxious child would be overjoyed at a breakfast of Cheerios in milk, cantaloupe and yogurt with a glass of watered down orange juice. Yes. Really. Or a scrambled egg with toast and fruit and a glass of milk.
I woke Wayne on my way through to take a shower and told him Jack was eating breakfast. Next thing I know, Wayne is in the bathroom, telling me that Jack went outside. Seriously. While Wayne was still dozing and I was showering, the new king of the castle decided he should go play in the backyard and without telling anyone anything, just... did it. Luckily, we have our bedroom window open at night now (yay desert climate!) so Wayne heard him out there.
Around 8:45, I emerge from the bedroom, dressed and looking for my make up (because keeping it in my bathroom is just illogical!). Wayne is throwing away all the ice cream because Jack, after having twice gotten into trouble this morning for just doing things, has decided to eat an ice cream cone. And not just eat it like it's no big deal. He snuck it. He crept into the kitchen when no one was looking to get it. Then he tried to eat it before we noticed. He was sneaking the last of it into his mouth when Wayne caught him.
Wayne's looking at military schools now. Anyone know if they take 4 year olds?
Woke up this morning and thought, "Where is he?" Because, generally, he wakes me up before he even goes to the bathroom. Not for cuddles but for food. Haha! He did NOT wake me up this morning but I could hear him talking. So I venture into the kitchen to find him suspiciously dirty in the area of his mouth and shoving the following concoction into his snack bowl: cheesy chips, the cereal part of Lucky Charms (the marshmallows are already gone), red jelly candies (Willie Wonka makes them without red dye!), and bite sized 3 Musketeers and Milky Way candy bars.
"I'm making a breakfast SNACK!" he told me, quite giddily.
Now, the jelly candies were in a top cupboard, the chocolate was behind the vegetable holder on the counter, and the Lucky Charms? On top of the fridge! How did he reach that, you ask? By climbing onto the counter, standing up and pulling it down. When I looked up at the fridge in a reflex "How the heck did he do that?" action, I saw the Oreos balanced precariously on the edge. Which then explained the mysteriously dirty mouth and shirt. After removing the grossly junkie food from his snack bowl, I explained (oh so calmly and sweetly, of course) that those foods are for special treats and not for breakfast; that breakfast is the most important meal of the day so he needed to make it a healthy one. I offered him Cheerios with milk and cantaloupe. His response was to begin wailing and throw himself to the floor, screaming about how mean I am. And how I needed to be nice to him or something.
Memory intrusion... Only a year ago, this same riotously obnoxious child would be overjoyed at a breakfast of Cheerios in milk, cantaloupe and yogurt with a glass of watered down orange juice. Yes. Really. Or a scrambled egg with toast and fruit and a glass of milk.
I woke Wayne on my way through to take a shower and told him Jack was eating breakfast. Next thing I know, Wayne is in the bathroom, telling me that Jack went outside. Seriously. While Wayne was still dozing and I was showering, the new king of the castle decided he should go play in the backyard and without telling anyone anything, just... did it. Luckily, we have our bedroom window open at night now (yay desert climate!) so Wayne heard him out there.
Around 8:45, I emerge from the bedroom, dressed and looking for my make up (because keeping it in my bathroom is just illogical!). Wayne is throwing away all the ice cream because Jack, after having twice gotten into trouble this morning for just doing things, has decided to eat an ice cream cone. And not just eat it like it's no big deal. He snuck it. He crept into the kitchen when no one was looking to get it. Then he tried to eat it before we noticed. He was sneaking the last of it into his mouth when Wayne caught him.
Wayne's looking at military schools now. Anyone know if they take 4 year olds?
Monday, October 4, 2010
Jack turned 4...
Only about a MONTH ago!! What kind of mommy blogger am I?! Jeesh!!
But anyhow... we had an awesome cowboy themed birthday party for the little guy and invited all his besties.
He wanted a "chocolate cake with yellow bread inside." Haha! I did a cowboy boot cake - I downloaded the template from Parents but did my own decorations with M&M's - because our boy LOVES M&M's. :) And the color red.
I know. I'm awesome. (Albeit lacking in the blogging department.)
We partied with our friends, had burgers and dogs, chips and dips, fruit and candy... Jack opened a TON of presents and (I hope) everyone had a great time.
On Friday morning, we did it all over again with 72 mini cupcakes and the kids from the playgroup. Again, tons of fun - but this time with a boot shaped pinata. Yay!!
Due to insurance issues, we had to postpone Jack's 4 year check up until today. He's 39 inches tall, 36 lbs of healthy, intelligent, gun-toting, inquisitive, climbing boy. We have to get his eyes checked because he tested around 20/40 at the doctor's but it could be that he just got bored with the "game" or it could be that he really can't see. Glasses for my 4 year old... honestly, my first thought was, "Dude! He is gonna ROCK some frames!" About 3 hours later, I began thinking about having to make sure he doesn't leave them places, step on them, wear them to bed, or otherwise destroy them. Plus, keeping them clean... I can barely keep HIM clean! Haha. But it is what it is and it could be so much worse.
He got 3 boosters, a flu shot and a TB test today. He was soooo ready to be strong and brave and not cry. But that first one must have really hurt because he suddenly clung to me and sobbed, "Please, Mommy, no more! I don't want to do this anymore. Mommy, no!!!" UGH. Heart? Broken. I held back but just typing that makes me tear up again. God knows I couldn't cry in front of him because he'd think it really WAS the end of the world!
A blue slushy drink, chips and ice cream at Chili's mostly cured him but an afternoon playdate with his "best brother" Corgan really sealed the deal. He is now 100% unaffected by today's traumatic events. Although, we have to go back on Wednesday to check the TB site so we'll see what happens!
I can't believe he's 4.
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