Bromance

Here is a conversation from this morning. Ian: Can I split a quesadilla with Elijah and that way we can have a romantic lunch? Me: Um…sure. What does “romantic” mean to you? Ian: It means…love. And everything is perfect. Hmm, I think he may have nailed it. He covered the kid table with a blanket, and…

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…

In Honor of the Venerable Thomas Crapper

Potty training is an interesting time [Ah, yes, another intellectual Mom topic]. Through three boys, I’ve tried many strategies – candy and sticker rewards, sitting them on the pot in front of the TV, leaving them bare-bottomed or cotton-clad, having “potty camp” days, buying “fun” seats, and such. I’ve toted small potties and folding toddler…

Venus, Not Zucchini

The other day, Isaac took interest in my squat little “Treasures of the Musee D’Orsay” book. It’s full of pictures of paintings, and fits nicely in little hands. He selected it for his bedtime “story” the other night. He had it open to page 62, and was interested in reading only that page.  He told…

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…

Party Pooper

Remember that Play Foam that the big brothers were supposed to be playing with yesterday while Elijah was going down for his nap? Here is a photo I’ve borrowed from PlayFoam to show you what it could look like before preschoolers have mashed all the colors together to make a big confetti-colored pie.

From Now On, Rice is an Outside Toy [Megapost]

Aaack, my brain is melting! No, not hurting, just melting. Too much “adventure” lately. The toddler-people have trampled me and chewed holes in my clothes. I have loads of catching-up to do, blog-wise. I wanted to do a cute story for every event along the way, but catching child-vomit in cloth diapers for the last two weeks has wanned my interest.

Galoshes Have Other Uses Too.

Here is a comic strip that really nailed it and I have been giggling at it for a while now. It is Baby Blues from May 30, 2010. This has been the story of most of the last 3.5 years of my life and counting. Elijah has entered the “acrobatic nursing” stage, now that he’s…

If you start using the potty, I’ll laugh at your poo with you.

Scrubbing poo out of the carpet before breakfast is not the best marker of a good day. That’s OK. I’m keeping my eyes on the Prize.  We are planning our escape to an undisclosed location *.* at an undisclosed time. Having bumbled through the morning with my free-day-at-the-children’s-museum virus, I put the kids down for…

This week has been a blast

Spring is here and the diapers haven’t even melted yet. Every morning I’ve been playing Waffle House with my new cast iron two-burner griddle. The item apparently on the boys’ menu is pancakes. I mixed it up one day and made them SpongeBob Eggs. Isaac ate his right up, but Ian only wanted to talk…