Thursday, April 30, 2009
Here's some background to illustrate the depth of AJ's concern:
Yesterday morning AJ gave me a major guilt trip for not coming in to snuggle with him the night before. I'd been busy with Sydney, and by the time she finally fell asleep, AJ was already asleep, too.
So last night Jeff and I switched up the bedtime routine so that I was the one to read AJ his bedtime story and snuggle with him. This didn't sit well with Sydney who threw a fit that Mommy wasn't cuddling with her on the couch. But eventually she calmed down and fell asleep next to Daddy.
Meanwhile, in AJ's room, I'd finished reading "Dino-hockey" for the 5,428th time, and turned off the light. I then made the critical mistake of blowing my nose as I was crawling into bed to snuggle.
"Do you have germs?" AJ asked.
"Yes, Mommy caught Sydney's cold." I replied.
"I don't want any germs," AJ said.
"I'm being careful," I assured him. "That's why I wash my hands a lot and cover my mouth when I cough."
AJ asked a few more questions about how I and Sydney had gotten our germs. I didn't realize it at the time, but as we talked, he was slowly inching as close to the far side of the bed as possible. Finally, in a whimper, my little mama's boy announced, "I don't want you to snuggle. Can you ask Daddy to snuggle instead?"
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
The guest bed has a new mattress and pillows. It probably should have a new bedspread but, sorry, that's farther down on the priority list. We still need a TV and couch for the family room.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Well, he concluded that while AJ is "making progress," he needs to continue wearing the patch. We'll have another check up in six months.
AJ took the news surprisingly well, saying simply, "I'm glad I don't have to get contacts in my eyes."
That surprised me a bit, but the doctor just laughed and assured AJ he'd need to wait about 10 years before thinking about contacts.
Later, as we were leaving, AJ inadvertently explained what he'd meant. He said, "Remember a long time ago when Daddy had to hold me and they put contacts in my eyes? I'm glad they didn't put contacts in my eyes."
Aha! AJ had his words mixed up. It was the drops used to dilate his eyes that AJ was glad he hadn't needed.
So how do I break it to him that those drops will be used at his check up in six months?
Sunday, April 26, 2009
This weekend, I got to watch him perform this talent with AJ and his watercolors.
Amazing how a cheap paintbrush and set of paints, in the right hands, can still create nice images. There goes that excuse of mine! Grandpa tried to teach AJ how to make a sun without spiky lines sticking out of it. We'll have to see if the lesson sticks.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
I found an "art set" that some friends had given AJ for Christmas. Up until now, we've just used the kit's markers and crayons. But this morning, I showed AJ what he could do with the watercolors.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
...his co-workers suggested I might have been the cause. No. The next younger member of our family gets the credit for that.
Jeff had been playing in the basement with the kids while I did some work on the computer Monday night. All of a sudden I heard him exclaim, "Oh, AJ, don't do that." I naturally assumed AJ had collided with Jeff a few feet lower on the body. But no.
And just how did the injury occur? During a game I hadn't realized could be such an extreme contact sport. It was a highly competitive game of... Gator Golf.
Perhaps it was the new dress... I mean, jersey... from Grandpa and Grandma that inspired them. Or maybe it was just my boys' obsession with a certain other sport. But apparently Gator Golf evolved into a hybrid of hockey, becoming a rough game with few rules. Because as AJ explained to me, "I hit Daddy in the eye. But I said I was sorry, so I didn't get a penalty."
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
He'd already started to pack. He'd stuffed two pairs of socks and a t-shirt into the tiny zippered pocket on the front, and wanted my help to squeeze his hockey jersey in there, too.
I convinced him to wear, rather than just pack, some of the clothes he'd grabbed. I also showed him the much bigger compartment inside the carry-on, where we could pack both his and Sydney's clothes for an overnight trip.
A little later, we were almost set to go. I'd made one trip out to load the trunk. On my second trip out, I discovered the kids were more ready to leave than I was. They'd even picked up an extra passenger who tried (unsuccessfully) to stow away in the back seat. What fun!
Sunday, April 19, 2009
This picture makes me smile. The similarity in their poses and expressions, right down to the little bit of tongue sticking out between their teeth, is uncanny.
During Friday's glorious weather, we took the kids to the playground on Park Point. It has a neat wooden ore carrier, which of course AJ immediately announced was his pirate ship.
But then a big bad pirate tried to comandeer the ship and make the good pirate walk the plank. Alas, ore carriers aren't equipped with planks, so the bad pirate threatened the next best thing: to throw the good pirate overboard.
And now you know what was happening when I snapped the photo.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
But overall, he's on her side, including at times when she doesn't deserve it.
During another trip to Gordy's for ice cream. (This week, the temp was 78!) Miss Grumpy didn't want to eat from Mommy's dish of ice cream. So AJ, very generously, shared some licks from his cone.
A side note: it was her loss. AJ's cone was rainbow sherbet. Mommy had mint Mackinac fudge. No comparison!
Friday, April 17, 2009
Yes, it occasionally meant dealing with AJ sitting and bouncing on my back.
"Does this hurt?" he would ask.
Meanwhile, Sydney expected applause each time she pulled the brush through my hair. She'd peer intently through the hair that was covering my face and ask, "Okay?"
"Yes, okay." I would answer.
"Yeah!" She would clap her hands and then do it again.
Gotta love when the kids provide full service!
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Noting that the photo appeared next to an article reminding people of the tax deadline, Jeff answered, "probably because he has to pay his taxes."
Not knowing what that meant, AJ apparently translated it into words he did understand and questioned, "He's grumpy because he lost his taxi?"
Jeff had a mouthful of food at this point, so I responded for him, "Something like that."
After swallowing, Jeff looked at AJ and said, "I'll let you live in bliss for a few more years."
AJ corrected him, "Dad, I live at..."
(AJ then stated our address perfectly, but I'm leaving it blank for security reasons.)
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
AJ, meanwhile, was the first child ever to enjoy a dipped cone. At least, he seemed to think that.
With wonderment and excitment in his voice, he announced, "Mommy. Guess what! Inside my chocolate ice cream cone is a... is a... is a... is a white ice cream cone!"
Monday, April 13, 2009
As I reviewed the photos I'd taken, I discovered Sydney was a blur in every one of them. Why? Because our quick-learning little toddler never stopped moving. Silly me for worrying that she couldn't hold her own against her big brother in the search for candy-filled eggs. With Daddy holding her basket to keep it from spilling, there was no stopping our determined daughter. Amazing to think she wasn't even walking last year at Easter.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Did I mention it was only 42 degrees?
I, being the only one in the group who didn't grow up in this part of the state, chose coffee.
Too bad I forgot the camera, because I missed some darling photos. Sydney becomes quite the charming Daddy's girl when a hot fudge sundae is involved.
Friday, April 10, 2009
I don't want to jinx anything, because I know we had a blizzard last year on April 11, but I think spring may have finally reached our piece of the tundra. I love the ever-lengthening days (the photos above were taken after 7:30 p.m.) Also, I spotted two robins in our yard last night. Hooray!
Thursday, April 9, 2009
But frequently it's becoming more and more of a challenge to understand Sydney, as her interest in talking has grown far faster than her vocabulary and enunciation skills.
Take for example, the three items in the picture with her: Bookie, mookie and beekie. Got that? Translation: book, milk and blanket.
Sounds simple enough, but when she's grumpy at bedtime, it becomes even harder to understand what she's calling for. And God forbid we bring the wrong item, that only upsets her further.
(Ten seconds passes.)
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
"Jesus loves me this I know. With a knick nack patty wack give your dog a bone..."
By the time Sydney fell asleep so that I could go in for a short snuggle with AJ, he'd further modifed the song, creating a rhyme:
"Jesus loves me on my own. This old man gives dogs a bone."
He then turned to me and in all sincerity asked, "Did you like that song? Was that a good one?"
I assured him it was. That was all the encouragement he needed. He's been singing variations of Jesus Loves Me ever since. He calls it the "Jesus-God song". My favorite version last night went something like this (though don't even bother trying to guess the tune):
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
It's a well-lit place to hide and giggle, where your voice carries in a wonderful echo. What fun!
A couple of vent covers is the only thing keeping the guest room and family room from being complete. And the bathroom will likely be done tomorrow. It's all very exciting. The only downside is we now can move stuff out of storage, which means cleaning off the deep layer of dust that's come to coat just about everything that's down there.
I suppose I shouldn't be surprised by the depth of the dust. I've been complaining for weeks about how much of it had risen to the upper level. It's just amazing how difficult it is to wipe it all off. I swear there's some sort of magnetic field at play that just refuses to let go. On the flooring alone, we've swept, vacuumed and "swiffered", and still the dust seems to re-appear every time we turn around.
Lucky for me, I've got a couple of little helpers who think it's fun to wipe things down, just so long as I let them take a break every few minutes, to run and hide and giggle in the closet.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Correction. He's not just a hockey player. He's a sports guy. He told me that on Saturday. He's quite excited because we told him he could join a soccer league this summer.
Now, before certain soccer-loving family members start thinking they've converted Jeff, stop. Jeff checked to see if baseball/teeball was available, but soccer is the only sport offered for four year olds.
So the conversation on Saturday, which took place in the car on the way to watch Jeff play hockey, went something like this.
"I can play hockey, and football, and baseball, and soccer..."
"And you're a good runner," I added, helpfully.
"And I'm a good runner, and hockey player, and football player," he continued before concluding, "Mom, I'm a good sports guy."
Nice to know there's no shortage of confidence. There's plenty of time for that later.
With a baby in the backpack carrier (which is just as good as carrying a purse) on one arm, and my keys in the other hand, Sydney is ready to go.
Where exactly is she heading? Nobody knows. (Including her, I suspect.) But she thinks she's got what she needs, and so she proudly walked through the house, swinging the keys, and the baby, saying "Bye" over and over again.
This photo shows just how much Sydney's grown the last few months. She swam in those jeans at Christmas time. Now, the only reason they look baggy is because they're riding low on her hips.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
And I know I shouldn't allow, let alone encourage, him to play with his food, but when he used part of his salad at dinner, specifically a cucumber slice and diced red peppers to create a "robot face", it was too cute and clever to ignore.
Friday, April 3, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Admittedly, tricking AJ and Sydney was akin to the proverbial cliché about shooting fish in a barrel. But when I saw special April Fools' recipes in the familyfun.com e-newsletter, how could I resist?
Jeff did a great job baking the "pie", which was basically meatloaf topped with food color-dyed mashed potatoes. AJ started catching on as Jeff served the first piece.
"Hey! There's meatballs in my pie."
Actually, it was ground hamburger. We saved the "meatballs" for dessert, along with some sweet spaghetti noodles. Little Miss Picky Eater wanted nothing to do with it at first. I literally had to hold her arms down and stuff a taste of the "noodles" in her mouth as she cried. And then her face broke into the most wonderous expression. That'll teach her! (In reality, probably not.)
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
The floor isn't even fully installed, and the trim still needs to be added, but that didn't stop AJ and Sydney from getting their exercise.