My little guys are growing more independent every day. Ian wants to assemble the turkey sandwiches and cut his own food. A dozen times a day, we forget some little task he can accomplish himself and he reminds us in panicked staccato, “I want to do it all by myself!” He doesn’t even like to…
Tag: toddlers
Oh The Places You’ll Go!
A couple nights ago, Ian was wrestling with Brian. At one point Ian’s hand lands on Brian’s backside and Ian stands, frozen. “Oh no Dad, you have poop!” he blurts as he squeezes something. I glance over and giggle, “No, Ian, that’s just Daddy’s tail bone.” Brian points out that Ian has a tail bone,…
There’s A New Chef in Town
I struggle with thinking of what to cook for dinner. However, when I stumble into a good-looking recipe, I’ll go all-out to make a tasty meal for my guys. Frequently, the boys will poke at it if it appears too healthy or unexciting, or eat whatever part strikes their fancy. One evening, while finishing up…
Domo Arigato
The boys have been absorbing some of my pregnancy struggles. Isaac has started grunting with the strain of picking toys up. Yesterday evening, I sunk into a chair for a minute to relax while holding a very sad Isaac. I had put my phone on the armrest, but it had vanished. I asked Ian, who…
Approaching the Holidaze
I totally need to get more creative with my “veggie hiding” when cooking for the boys. Ian saw a picture of green beans in a book yesterday and said, “green bean casserole!” Well, what can I say. Putting them on a plate and calling them Super Green Power Rods only garnered enough interest for them…
Ian’s Happy Birthweek
Ohh, but it’s been a while. Last Friday, I ended up finishing Ian’s cake. It said “Happy Brrrthday.” I sent Brian a picture of it and we got ourselves all hyped-up and decided to celebrate that evening, instead of waiting until Sunday. Even Sunday would have been early, because his birthday is on Tuesday (today),…
Camels and Cookies
Sometimes what Ian says is still pretty muddled. Sometimes he makes himself a little too clear. I’ll give a recent example of each. I could have sworn Ian was telling me there were camels on his strawberry. I chalked it up to his vivid imagination, tho usually his imagination has a little more logic to…
Rainy Day Ramble
Hooray! For two days now, I’ve kept the house unusually clean. Go me. But, it’s not without that acid-reflux sheen that gives everything a warm glow. I don’t expect to do a lot of posting this week, while getting my act together for Ian’s birthday “party”. The boys helped me make some gingerbread men and…
Boyscout Badgering, Birthday Brainstorming and Baby Babbling
Yesterday evening, we juiced the boys up on ice cream and took them to the park. While there, a troupe of boy scouts went thundering past the playground to an open field. Ian dashed after them and stood at the edge of the field. The boy scout leader saw him and, in my best estimate, figured…
Redefining Normal
Ian is definitely his own boy. Yesterday in his Cradle Roll class at church, they were doing songs and activities related to the story of baby Jesus. The room was decorated with a simply-constructed manger scene in one corner, complete with plastic people and animal figures; a big star hanging from the ceiling overhead, and…
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