Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
And yet five years together fly by so quickly that you miss the anniversary?
I really didn't forget the significance of last Sunday. And I hope no one else forgets the many families who either never got their happy reunion, or are still waiting for one.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
The "he", meanwhile, turned into a waiter at a diner. Note the crayon behind his ear. He flipped through the notebook's pages until he found a clean one, then asked, "Can I take your order?"
The diner's menu on this night turned out to be rather limited. AJ told me I could choose between cheeseburgers and chicken nuggets. I ordered a cheeseburger. He then asked, "Would you like anything else with that?"
I answered, "How about a hug?"
In all seriousness, he responded, "I'm sorry sir. We don't serve hugs here."
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
When we got home on Sunday, AJ immediately started playing with the Batman stuff. He then asked me to help him with the Legos. Later, he used the newly created Lego trucks to attack the Bat Cave.
Batman's sidekick, Robin, is now a bad guy, by the way. Apparently you have to have a bad guy to play this game.
AJ played with these new toys for THREE HOURS straight on Sunday, never once asking to turn on the TV.
I'm sure there will be a time in the not-so-distant future when I'll discover some of these tiny Lego pieces with the bottom of my foot in the middle of the night as I stumble in the dark trying to get to a crying child who's woken up unexpectedly. I probably won't think they're such great toys, then. But for now, they're wonderful!
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
I'd be curious to see how Zane compares in size with Sydney's Cabbage Patch doll. He is just too sweet!
Did I mention that AJ's party was Zane's first trip to a restaurant? One week old and he's already visited Chuck E. Cheese. Eric and Sarah are going to be the coolest parents ever!
Sunday, February 22, 2009
We thought it'd be fun to get a shot of all the cousins together. I hope Grandpa and Grandma appreciate this picture, because it was NOT easy to get.
Am I shaping my children's future by treating them differently, or encouraging them to play with certain toys? I don't think it's the latter. AJ loves to cook with me. He's the one who likes to pretend he's doing it in a restaurant setting. And certainly we've given Sydney plenty of dolls and girly toys, but she also has access to all of AJ's trucks and dinosaurs. She's the one who prefers the princess teacups.
But then something happened Friday night, that made me question again. As I was doing some cleaning and dusting, Sydney happily followed me around with her own Clorox wipe, wiping down anything she could find.
And then I looked out into the living room. There sat AJ, just as fascinated as Daddy, watching what I've mockingly dubbed "the orange-haired lady movie."
Grandpa David probably knows what movie I'm talking about - the Bruce Willis flick, The Fifth Element. He's watched it plenty of times with Jeff. Probably while I was following Grandma Elouise around, cleaning.
Nature? Or nurture? hmmmmm....
Friday, February 20, 2009
"That's not my lunch box, Mom. It's my brief case. I'm going to work. My school is a police station. And Gino and Jase and me, we're police men. And we catch bad guys in our fishing nets."
Another long standing tradition is I'll ask him each evening what he did at school. AJ used to simply answer the question by telling us the names of the friends he played with that day. As his language skills have developed, he gives us more details of the games or activities they've done.
Recently, AJ started asking, "What did you do at work today?"
My answer usually includes something like, "I went to a meeting, and I typed some stories on the computer and I talked on the phone a little bit."
It was bound to happen. Yesterday I asked AJ what he did at school. His answer?
"I went to a meeting."
Thursday, February 19, 2009
It's going to take more than strep to slow this girl down!
Actually, Sydney had a pretty rough night. This morning wasn't shaping up to be too pleasant, either. Until we tried baby ibuprofen. Once we cut through the fever, Sydney was back to her normal, busy self.
It was kind of a relief to get the phone call from her doctor confirming that her strep test came back positive. At least now we know what's wrong and how to make her better. Now if I could just get her to drink the amoxicill...
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
When I told AJ that the new baby was here, his response was, "I want to go see him right now!"
We've been working hard to convince him that he always needs to ask a big person if it's okay to pick up the baby.
Sydney, meanwhile, has turned into a little mom the last few weeks. She loves feeding "baby" with a bottle (funny, considering SHE would never drink from one) and it's very, very important that baby ALWAYS has a "blankie"
Monday, February 16, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
A little later, we moved our game into Sydney's room. Dr. AJ continued his efforts to "take care of Mommy" with karate chops on my back, which actually served as a pretty nice massage. Later, he even rubbed my foot.
When Jeff came in to take a photo, AJ looked up and said, "Daddy, help me do this. Maybe we'll get a bedtime treat."
And that's when it hit me. Despite all my best efforts. AJ is going to turn into a man.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
When AJ found one of my craft punches, he put it to the only use he knows for such a tool. Jumping into the role of the conductor for the Polar Express, he walked up to each of us and announced, in as grumpy a voice as he could muster, "Ticket, please."
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
How is it that our household now has not one, but TWO creatures living in it who like to shred Kleenex? Sydney and Maggie have always had a weirdly close connection. Perhaps it comes from this freakish hobby they seem to both enjoy.
They do differ, however, in how they handle the clean-up of their quirky past time, and I don't know which is worse. Maggie tends to simply eat the Kleenex, which is gross, but doesn't seem to hurt her. The obsessive-compulsive Sydney, meanwhile, picked up every last little piece and stuffed it back in the box.
This initially seemed cute - she cleaned up her mess. What's not cute, however, is reaching for a tissue to wipe a runny nose, and pulling out a scrap that's less than an inch square.
One more thing to keep out of reach!
"I need to get this for my friend, Hanna," he has repeatedly insisted. (I repeatedly insist the answer is no.)
Meanwhile, AJ also is excitedly working on "letters" to send to all his friends. Sort of. Over the weekend, he found a forgotten and nearly full box of 101 Dalmations-themed Valentines. (I'm guessing I bought them years ago to send cards to Jonathon and Jessica.)
But here's the odd part. AJ doesn't want the Valentines. He's taking the small Valentine-size envelopes, and then stuffing those into larger envelopes he found in the same drawer. He then painstakingly licks the larger envelope shut.
He asked me for helping writing the letters. What did he want to say? I quote:
"I love you my buddies. Love, AJ. You want to come to my birthday? Yes, you can."
This was the point when I pulled out the real Valentines he'll be handing out - Spiderman - and got him working on the very important task of signing his name on the back of each one. This is the first year he's been able to do that, so it's a big deal.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Why? Because at bedtime last night, he'd been whining that he wanted to stay home today, and I'd told him that he had to go to school.
And now, I guess we'll be staying home after all. To avoid problems later in the day due to an ice storm headed this way, just about every school in the area has closed.
Today is the funeral for Bob Jaski. If ever there was a day we needed daycare, this is it. We'll see how this goes...
Sunday, February 8, 2009
This was his answer: "Um, I was on top of a mountain and I fell off into a pie."
"So you don't remember how you got the scratch?" I asked.
"And it had a point in it."
Of course. That MUST be how it happened.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
Before I returned the rented costume earlier this week, AJ couldn't resist trying it on. He wanted to wrestle with Daddy, but of course we told him no. We probably didn't need to worry. AJ couldn't take two steps without the wig and hat starting to slide. This just might be the first time in his life that his off-the-charts head circumference is actually too small for something.
While we're on the subject of Peter Pan costumes, be sure to check out the ultimate Peter Pan family photo. It's now online.
Switching subjects - I'm wondering if I should be nervous about how this day will turn out. Both my hair dryer and my coffee maker died... in the same morning. What kind of omen is that?!? (Optimist that I am, I'm interpreting it as a sign that I should go shopping for replacements later this afternoon.)
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Sydney's been throwing fits lately when certain favorite outfits of hers get thrown in the washing machine. She'd much rather run around the house carrying them. (Perhaps a better headline would have been a Don Henley-inspired joke about blondes loving dirty laundry?)
Hoping to distract her as I loaded her dirty clothes into the washing machine, I asked her to push the basket back into her room. She tackled the first half of the job with gusto.
Pushing, pulling and dragging, Sydney started doing laps with the basket. Through the door by the washer and dryer, around the closet and small divider and on into the dining room, then the kitchen, back to the laundry area, and then she'd do it all again. And again.
The basket never did make it back to her room (until I "helped" it.) And I think the laundry cycle was half done before Sydney tired of her new game.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
But he's getting experience now. The cold that started with Sydney and then moved on to me, now seems to have settled in AJ's chest. By Sunday night, I could hear the congestion in his voice. Monday morning it was no better. Having just been through this myself, I sympathize with him because I'm pretty sure I know what symptoms he's dealing with.
I tried explaining to him what was going on in terms he could understand. I told him that he needs to try really hard to blow his nose, because if the boogers don't come out his nose, then they go down his throat, and that's what's making his throat hurt.
The explanation sort of worked. Dropping him off at daycare Monday morning, the first thing he told his teacher was, "My throat hurts because I've been eating my boogers!"
Monday, February 2, 2009
Sunday, February 1, 2009
...the bigger-than-life pirate who commandeered our house for a few hours during AJ's party and turned it into Hook's Hide-out.
Thanks to a tip from an acquaintance through work, we were able to rent the hat, wig, puffy shirt and hook from the Duluth Playhouse. We then added a red scarf, black sweats and balloon sword to complete the ensemble. What a character!
We'd encouraged everyone to come in their favorite costume, and so had a couple of pirates, fairies and mermaids, plus Peter Pan and his friends Wendy and Michael running around the house. My friend Jess, a.k.a. Tiger Lily from now on, wins special points for costume creativity for her family. As soon as she posts the pictures, I'll include a link to her blog, because they were awesome!
Ironically, the Peter Pan costume that inspired the dress up, came off within about a half hour. It was just too hot to wear while running around and sword-fighting with friends.
The Peter Pan theme was a fun test of our creativity. Besides costumes, we made swords out of twisty balloons for all of the kids. And Captain Hook set up a treasure hunt, which ultimately led to a treasure-chest shaped pinata. Never mind that the pinata was so tough that it finally took Captain Hook, with the assistance of Wendy and Michael's Father, to whack it open. And never mind that the pizza place screwed up ("Oh, we thought 1/31 was tomorrow." WHAT?!?) so lunch was an hour late. The kids had a ball, and I'm pretty sure the parents did, too.