Petty Boop

 A naked Elijah rushed down the stairs, wailing, “I’m ’bout to boop erywhere! I need to get on big potty (gets on big potty). I mean, I need to get on liddol potty!” He dashes to the toddler potty in the other bathroom. Then he stands up, worried, and says, “I mean, I need a…

Revenge Almost Helps

While I was posting about today’s adventure, Elijah came and told me about his recent bath drama. I’m enjoying his adorable little vocabulary. Actually, Brian carried the sad little boy to me. Here is the traumatic account in the words of a two-year-old: Mom, Eeya (Ian), pour warm wadder on mine head. Me pour warm…

Three Bigger Littles

I’m in so much denial that my firstborn will be 5 in about 20 days. That means, gulp, in 2 months my youngest will be 2 and in 4 months my middle will be 4! There’s a mental hurdle for me about them being school-aged, as if that’s one foot out the door. Yes, that’s…

Mr. Big Stuff

Elijah is getting maddeningly and exponentially more specific in his “needs.” We’ve provided him a substantial vocabulary of signs and words, but just how is he supposed to relay, “I want a drink. Please open the sippy cup cabinet. No I do not want ANY of those sippy cups – I just want the lid…

Yertle the Durdol

This week I’m running on PacEastern Time. We were California last week for my brother’s wedding and quickly unadjusted to Eastern Time (not to be confused with adjusting to Pacific Time). I think I’ve since settled somewhere near Siesta Time.

Fly Free

Ahhhh. Here I sit with a glorious double pane of glass between the brouhaha and me. Our new glass storm door with roll-away screen was installed Monday, and I’m LOVING it. I see every swat of a twig, every snatch of a toy – even the swirling cloud of chalk, but I remain unscathed. Not even a fly buzzing ridicule in my ear.

He’s 412 Days Old and I’m Going to Gush!

I forgot what a fun age 13 months is! Elijah is a miniature person who has “it” incredibly figured-out. He “talks” on the phone, puts on his brother’s play necklace, tries to put on shirts and socks, stabs at food with a fork, knows what the remote is supposed to do, drives toy cars with great sound effects, and pulls string cheese out of the fridge, doing the Happy Dance as I open it for him.

Words to Remember Vol. 1

This is a running list in admiration of my boys’ language development and expressions. Ian Repetend: pretend Hopticopter: helicopter Igick: Isaac To in front of me and beyond: Buzz Lightyear’s “To infinity and beyond” Degio: Diego (the show) Piwow: pillow New Van: Our ’09 Ford Flex Na na: toddler version of nurse, eat Vegtibital: vegetable…

Cluster Feeding and Flustered Pleading

I think I’m regressing. I dreamed last night about building a really awesome GeoTrax layout. I guess creativity can strike anywhere. What the hay, I went ahead and gave it a shot and it actually was pretty cool.  I barely got it finished before I had to get back to my cluster-feeder. Elijah surprised me…

Christmas Be-cation

Friday evening started our Christmas “be-cation,” as Ian calls it.  I had the car ready to go when Brian arrived home early from work, so we hit the road.  That’s one of Ian’s favorite new phrases, by the way.  He’ll tell me, “No, I do not want to go home.  I just want to hit…