Sunday, August 31, 2008

Mehndi


I love henna. I love the art of it. The creativity. It's an art form that in it's very basic form is talented doodling. I love how the color can be so vibrant or subtle. Even the feel & smell of the process is enjoyable to me.

The gal that henna'd my pregnant belly before W was born is in Calgary this week for the Tattoo Festival Sept 1, 2, & 3. So if you've nothing to do, check it out! There's much to see; tattoos, henna or just attend as a people watching even! That's always interesting.






Mehndi


I love henna. I love the art of it. The creativity. It's an art form that in it's very basic form is talented doodling. I love how the color can be so vibrant or subtle. Even the feel & smell of the process is enjoyable to me.

The gal that henna'd my pregnant belly before W was born is in Calgary this week for the Tattoo Festival Sept 1, 2, & 3. So if you've nothing to do, check it out! There's much to see; tattoos, henna or just attend as a people watching even! That's always interesting.






Week in Review



Having my favorite husband home for the week has been wonderful but has really cut down on my blogging time!:)

We tried to make the week special for the boys so there was an outing a day.

Mon - Drumheller, helicopter ride and Reptile World where W held a python around his neck, and was not one bit scared, but I was while he was squishing her belly and she started licking him! Ugh! Pics to follow, we had to rely on Uncle J as the photographer as I was too busy trying to keep W from either taking Brittany the snake home or dropping her on the floor when he had had enough! R did not hold the snake. Thank goodness.
Tues - Rainy day play at the Urban Treehouse. Fabulous Fun!
Wed - Zoo Day - R loves to point & chat at the animals as much as W does. W's highlight was watching the elephant poop. Yup. We're all about bathroom events.
Thurs - A train adventure to Riley Park. The boys loved the train and were so well behaved. Wuhoo!! Of course, a new playground is always a plus too.
Fri - Swimming with Dad. Mom needed a rest!
Sat - Gardening. Mulching. Vales Greenhouse. "I'm a garderner boy!" W would exclaim has he weilded the rake like a weapon while R made a break for it, toddling to the neighbors where he chats with the lion statues at the base of their stairs.
Today - dinner at Auntie Nut's with a cousin from out of town. Just a small group, 13 kids and 5 adults; three families.

And the highlight for me this week? NO doctor's appointments, home with my favorite husband, and shopping with my sister sans enfants!

Week in Review



Having my favorite husband home for the week has been wonderful but has really cut down on my blogging time!:)

We tried to make the week special for the boys so there was an outing a day.

Mon - Drumheller, helicopter ride and Reptile World where W held a python around his neck, and was not one bit scared, but I was while he was squishing her belly and she started licking him! Ugh! Pics to follow, we had to rely on Uncle J as the photographer as I was too busy trying to keep W from either taking Brittany the snake home or dropping her on the floor when he had had enough! R did not hold the snake. Thank goodness.
Tues - Rainy day play at the Urban Treehouse. Fabulous Fun!
Wed - Zoo Day - R loves to point & chat at the animals as much as W does. W's highlight was watching the elephant poop. Yup. We're all about bathroom events.
Thurs - A train adventure to Riley Park. The boys loved the train and were so well behaved. Wuhoo!! Of course, a new playground is always a plus too.
Fri - Swimming with Dad. Mom needed a rest!
Sat - Gardening. Mulching. Vales Greenhouse. "I'm a garderner boy!" W would exclaim has he weilded the rake like a weapon while R made a break for it, toddling to the neighbors where he chats with the lion statues at the base of their stairs.
Today - dinner at Auntie Nut's with a cousin from out of town. Just a small group, 13 kids and 5 adults; three families.

And the highlight for me this week? NO doctor's appointments, home with my favorite husband, and shopping with my sister sans enfants!

Monday, August 25, 2008

Helihockter



Today I threw all caution to the wind and let my three year old ride in a helicopter.

Without me.

Well, yes, he was with his dad, and the ride was only for 6 minutes, but STILL a "hellihockter"!


Helihockter



Today I threw all caution to the wind and let my three year old ride in a helicopter.

Without me.

Well, yes, he was with his dad, and the ride was only for 6 minutes, but STILL a "hellihockter"!


Sun @ my sister's


Playin' in the dirt, beneath the trees, enjoying the shade.






Swinging in the shade.












Pretty cousin R.





W relaxing in the hammock.

Sun @ my sister's


Playin' in the dirt, beneath the trees, enjoying the shade.






Swinging in the shade.












Pretty cousin R.





W relaxing in the hammock.

Heritage Park


Ferris wheeling
Train viewing
Enjoying the ride

Heritage Park


Ferris wheeling
Train viewing
Enjoying the ride

Pictorial Update - W's 3rd Bday

The much anticipated construction cake.

Pictorial Update - W's 3rd Bday

The much anticipated construction cake.

Pictorial Update - Parade Day

Pretty in Pink float














The goods!









Some floats are too loud!





Bup enjoyed the sights too.

Pictorial Update - Parade Day

Pretty in Pink float














The goods!









Some floats are too loud!





Bup enjoyed the sights too.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

This Rollercoaster Called Life.

Oh there is so much to blog about! The last week or so has been full of feelings, energy, surprise and little sleep.

If life is a roller coaster, then I'm riding it. Now, can I scream to eliminate the fear, such as when I'm at an amusement park? Can't you just envision me walking around the suburban world screaming with my mouth wide open, my eyes shut tight and the wind blowing my hair back?

So, if you want to keep reading, please do. But I warn you, it's all emotional and raw and long winded.

For the moment, I am angry. Mad. It's a cover up for the sadness, but I'm going to let it be for one more night. Tomorrow is a new day, a new week, a new start.

Thursday baby R went for his MRI. It was heart wrenching to hold him as he was "put to sleep", singing to him, keeping eye contact, while he sobbed and struggled to get away. Then once asleep, stroking his cheek and saying "see you soon" broke my resolve and the tears started. I waited anxiously outside the room for 1 hr and when I heard his cry I was on my feet outside the door waiting for the nurse to let me in. I couldn't wait to hold and comfort him. Once in my arms, he only wept for a moment or two more, then snuggled into my chest & neck while we rocked in the chair. Ah, peace for all. It's such a wonderful feeling to have your child back in your arms!

On our way out, we stopped for sustenance at the cafeteria as Bup hadn't eaten for 23hrs. Poor fella! This is where I noticed that he was no longer using his right arm. Then he had a seizure that was more intense and different than any other, so off we went to Emerg. Where we spent 3 hours before being admitted. In the meantime, my poor husband only had bits and pieces of what was going on as I was sneaking calls in when I wasn't supposed to be using the phone. B was frantic with worry. Thankfully he and W came up to the hospital and were able to see for themselves that Bup was ok, just things were a little out of wack.

I'm so glad that I stuck to my instinct in that moment at the cafeteria. If there's one thing a parent should always follow, it's their instinct. That little voice in your head that tells you something isn't right, that there's a better way, etc. Listen & act. It's invaluable!

Because of going to emerg we were able to get the results of the MRI very quickly as well as an action plan. Much better than waiting at least a week.

It turns out that our Bup doesn't have Epilepsy! He has Tuberous Sclerosis, which seizures are a symptom of. So, now we have more learning to do, more specialist appointments...Cardiologist, Nephrologist, Occupational Therapy, Physical Therapy, Speech Therapy, and Opthamologist. Whew! Tired already just writing about it. New med routines to try. Right now we're trying Vitamin B6 to complement his current med regime. Hopefully, this will work to eliminate the seizures and then a second anti-convulsant won't need to be added. The side affects aren't great with anti-convulsants. I would hate to see his behavior and personality affected, his vision, etc. So, I'm praying that the Vitamin B6 is the ticket! This is just one step in Bup's roller coaster ride. The upcoming specialist appointments will bring more information and answers.

I know we are lucky that Bup is as healthy as he is and for this I truly am grateful. Yet, right now I am struggling; struggling to not be angry, spitting mad. Not at any one, just MAD! Mad that this has happened, that our little wonder has to deal with this for his whole life. MAD that I don't have all the answers and can't fix it for him. MAD. And underneath that is the sadness. My whole being aches for R. And I know my favorite husband's does too. But if I allow myself to be mad for a day or two, I won't break down, lie down and weep until there are no more tears, until my head is the size of a pea, a Beetle Juice head, because it is so dehydrated from all the crying. This anger allows me to get up and get going. And it will subside. Tomorrow will be better. Tomorrow is Monday. A new day. A new week. A new outlook. A new moment to hug all my boys, love them all, chase and tickle and giggle and collapse exhausted at the end of the day. Thank goodness for Monday. (Now there's a switch!)

This roller coaster we're on....I wish I wouldn't have bought the family pass. Should have asked the boys to sit this one out. Oh well, we'll ride it together, hold hands and let the wind blow our hair as we whiz by.

This Rollercoaster Called Life.

Oh there is so much to blog about! The last week or so has been full of feelings, energy, surprise and little sleep.

If life is a roller coaster, then I'm riding it. Now, can I scream to eliminate the fear, such as when I'm at an amusement park? Can't you just envision me walking around the suburban world screaming with my mouth wide open, my eyes shut tight and the wind blowing my hair back?

So, if you want to keep reading, please do. But I warn you, it's all emotional and raw and long winded.

For the moment, I am angry. Mad. It's a cover up for the sadness, but I'm going to let it be for one more night. Tomorrow is a new day, a new week, a new start.

Thursday baby R went for his MRI. It was heart wrenching to hold him as he was "put to sleep", singing to him, keeping eye contact, while he sobbed and struggled to get away. Then once asleep, stroking his cheek and saying "see you soon" broke my resolve and the tears started. I waited anxiously outside the room for 1 hr and when I heard his cry I was on my feet outside the door waiting for the nurse to let me in. I couldn't wait to hold and comfort him. Once in my arms, he only wept for a moment or two more, then snuggled into my chest & neck while we rocked in the chair. Ah, peace for all. It's such a wonderful feeling to have your child back in your arms!

On our way out, we stopped for sustenance at the cafeteria as Bup hadn't eaten for 23hrs. Poor fella! This is where I noticed that he was no longer using his right arm. Then he had a seizure that was more intense and different than any other, so off we went to Emerg. Where we spent 3 hours before being admitted. In the meantime, my poor husband only had bits and pieces of what was going on as I was sneaking calls in when I wasn't supposed to be using the phone. B was frantic with worry. Thankfully he and W came up to the hospital and were able to see for themselves that Bup was ok, just things were a little out of wack.

I'm so glad that I stuck to my instinct in that moment at the cafeteria. If there's one thing a parent should always follow, it's their instinct. That little voice in your head that tells you something isn't right, that there's a better way, etc. Listen & act. It's invaluable!

Because of going to emerg we were able to get the results of the MRI very quickly as well as an action plan. Much better than waiting at least a week.

It turns out that our Bup doesn't have Epilepsy! He has Tuberous Sclerosis, which seizures are a symptom of. So, now we have more learning to do, more specialist appointments...Cardiologist, Nephrologist, Occupational Therapy, Physical Therapy, Speech Therapy, and Opthamologist. Whew! Tired already just writing about it. New med routines to try. Right now we're trying Vitamin B6 to complement his current med regime. Hopefully, this will work to eliminate the seizures and then a second anti-convulsant won't need to be added. The side affects aren't great with anti-convulsants. I would hate to see his behavior and personality affected, his vision, etc. So, I'm praying that the Vitamin B6 is the ticket! This is just one step in Bup's roller coaster ride. The upcoming specialist appointments will bring more information and answers.

I know we are lucky that Bup is as healthy as he is and for this I truly am grateful. Yet, right now I am struggling; struggling to not be angry, spitting mad. Not at any one, just MAD! Mad that this has happened, that our little wonder has to deal with this for his whole life. MAD that I don't have all the answers and can't fix it for him. MAD. And underneath that is the sadness. My whole being aches for R. And I know my favorite husband's does too. But if I allow myself to be mad for a day or two, I won't break down, lie down and weep until there are no more tears, until my head is the size of a pea, a Beetle Juice head, because it is so dehydrated from all the crying. This anger allows me to get up and get going. And it will subside. Tomorrow will be better. Tomorrow is Monday. A new day. A new week. A new outlook. A new moment to hug all my boys, love them all, chase and tickle and giggle and collapse exhausted at the end of the day. Thank goodness for Monday. (Now there's a switch!)

This roller coaster we're on....I wish I wouldn't have bought the family pass. Should have asked the boys to sit this one out. Oh well, we'll ride it together, hold hands and let the wind blow our hair as we whiz by.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

New MRI Date

We've been bumped up! Who would have thought that EVER happens? Well, I'm here to tell you it does!
For some reason, the anesthetist is unavailable now on our original appointment date so we had a choice of three times this week. Thursday it is. It'll be a week until we get the results.
In the meantime, I'm brainstorming as to how I can keep a 15 month old happy when he has been fasting for over 12 hrs. Any ideas?

We also received report on a couple of tests from the hospital stay that have come back as "normal" so that is good news. All the bood tests results are not in and won't be for at least two months as they are sent out of province for completion, to Winnipeg I think. Anyway, as we've heard before, "only time will tell."

New MRI Date

We've been bumped up! Who would have thought that EVER happens? Well, I'm here to tell you it does!
For some reason, the anesthetist is unavailable now on our original appointment date so we had a choice of three times this week. Thursday it is. It'll be a week until we get the results.
In the meantime, I'm brainstorming as to how I can keep a 15 month old happy when he has been fasting for over 12 hrs. Any ideas?

We also received report on a couple of tests from the hospital stay that have come back as "normal" so that is good news. All the bood tests results are not in and won't be for at least two months as they are sent out of province for completion, to Winnipeg I think. Anyway, as we've heard before, "only time will tell."

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Scary Knitting

Okay, for those of you who do not like gore or have a twisted sense of humor, please STOP here. Do read further.
Everyone else, check this out. I'm always up for a quick & simple, yet unique knitting project, and these cracked me up!
Don't worry I won't be sending out any squashed and bleeding easter bunnies with giant carrot attached to any of your or my children.

Scary Knitting

Okay, for those of you who do not like gore or have a twisted sense of humor, please STOP here. Do read further.
Everyone else, check this out. I'm always up for a quick & simple, yet unique knitting project, and these cracked me up!
Don't worry I won't be sending out any squashed and bleeding easter bunnies with giant carrot attached to any of your or my children.

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Thoughts in Waiting

We are currently waiting for R's next test, an MRI to take place on Aug 29th. This week the MRI Clinic nurse called with details of what to expect that morning, so everything is on the forefront of my mind and heart again.
We've been waiting for this since May so I am really looking forward to having the results. Not necessarily the day of, but receiving the results. MRI's are not painful but because our Bup is so young he will be put under a general anesthetic to ensure that he doesn't move during the procedure. General anesthetic is not fun. Just the idea of it, the risks, the fact that R is so young and handing him off to the nurse breaks my heart each time. Although I think this time I will be brave and stay with him while the anesthetist puts him to sleep. (Don't let the description fool you, it's not a nice sleep. Not like they just close their eyes and relax. It's jerky and unsettling to see.)
At this point, we have been given a diagnosis of Focal Cortical Dysplagia Epilepsy based on the EEGs and how the seizures present. Will the MRI results change that diagnosis? The old cliche, "time will tell" stands here. Basically, FCDE means that when R was developing in utero, some brain cells went to the wrong spot on the left side of the brain which causes the seizures to present on the right side of his body. This is not the type of epilepsy that one can outgrow. Meds are required to control the seizures and surgery can be an option depending upon exactly where the lesions are at. Although, the latter is an option that I'm not even entertaining at this point. Too scary.
So, R continues to average about 2-3 seizures per day. Sometimes more, sometimes less. They are very brief, but they do knock him down now. I can see them coming right before it happens as he gets this look on his face and his little head starts to drop. Which is good in that I can usually catch him before he falls.
The safety factor has really come to the forefront lately as he has had seizures in the tub, at the beach and on the stairs. We have to be really careful and watch him always while letting him be a normal 14 month old. Normalcy is important.
R's older brother knows about "the epilepsy" and "seisssszures". W used to think that if R had some food in his mouth and drooled it was a seizure only because he once had a mouth full of cookie at the time, but now W knows what a seizure looks like and he too has one after Bup's is over. W will hang his head and tell me he's having a "seisssszure", to which I respond in the same way as I do with R.
"Monkey see, monkey do", right?
So, this is where R is at for now. Happily taking his meds, walking & trying to run, signing, chatting and pointing at everything, giving kisses, playing "gonna get you" with his brother, patiently waiting for the MRI and wrapping himself around his parent's hearts & little fingers.

Thoughts in Waiting

We are currently waiting for R's next test, an MRI to take place on Aug 29th. This week the MRI Clinic nurse called with details of what to expect that morning, so everything is on the forefront of my mind and heart again.
We've been waiting for this since May so I am really looking forward to having the results. Not necessarily the day of, but receiving the results. MRI's are not painful but because our Bup is so young he will be put under a general anesthetic to ensure that he doesn't move during the procedure. General anesthetic is not fun. Just the idea of it, the risks, the fact that R is so young and handing him off to the nurse breaks my heart each time. Although I think this time I will be brave and stay with him while the anesthetist puts him to sleep. (Don't let the description fool you, it's not a nice sleep. Not like they just close their eyes and relax. It's jerky and unsettling to see.)
At this point, we have been given a diagnosis of Focal Cortical Dysplagia Epilepsy based on the EEGs and how the seizures present. Will the MRI results change that diagnosis? The old cliche, "time will tell" stands here. Basically, FCDE means that when R was developing in utero, some brain cells went to the wrong spot on the left side of the brain which causes the seizures to present on the right side of his body. This is not the type of epilepsy that one can outgrow. Meds are required to control the seizures and surgery can be an option depending upon exactly where the lesions are at. Although, the latter is an option that I'm not even entertaining at this point. Too scary.
So, R continues to average about 2-3 seizures per day. Sometimes more, sometimes less. They are very brief, but they do knock him down now. I can see them coming right before it happens as he gets this look on his face and his little head starts to drop. Which is good in that I can usually catch him before he falls.
The safety factor has really come to the forefront lately as he has had seizures in the tub, at the beach and on the stairs. We have to be really careful and watch him always while letting him be a normal 14 month old. Normalcy is important.
R's older brother knows about "the epilepsy" and "seisssszures". W used to think that if R had some food in his mouth and drooled it was a seizure only because he once had a mouth full of cookie at the time, but now W knows what a seizure looks like and he too has one after Bup's is over. W will hang his head and tell me he's having a "seisssszure", to which I respond in the same way as I do with R.
"Monkey see, monkey do", right?
So, this is where R is at for now. Happily taking his meds, walking & trying to run, signing, chatting and pointing at everything, giving kisses, playing "gonna get you" with his brother, patiently waiting for the MRI and wrapping himself around his parent's hearts & little fingers.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Birthday Sunday




Oh, the sweetness of a child's excitement and glee!
In the wee hours of the morning, this momma was decorating a construction cake and the house and assembling gift bags as my family slept in snug in their beds. At 4am I snuggled in beside my favorite husband only to be awoken three hours later with a loud,
"Mom!" and then a little boy running up the stairs to our room still yelling,
"It's Christmas! Christmas Mom!"
A banner or two, presents on the fireplace mantel, and two happy birthday signs equate Christmas. How fun!
Then when he saw the cake in the fridge it was all we could do to drag him away from the fridge to open his presents. It was pure joy for W as he viewed his construction cake. (Try the recipe, it's awesome!)
Following the gift opening ( Cars movie, wooden train set and a wooden tool puzzle) we were off to Heritage Park where all enjoyed riding the train around the park twice, riding the ferris wheel, the whip and the boat swing. Afterwards we all deserved an ice cream at the old Vulcan Ice Cream shop, yet poor R was so sad because he was over tired and only wanted to eat the cone but the ice cream kept falling off to the floor. Too young for a cone. Another 6 months or so.
Upon arrival at the park, W ran as fast as his little legs could carry him towards the first train station, but the train blew it's horn and drove away to which W stopped in his tracks and BURST into tears. The saddest birthday boy. Carrying him towards town, we were eventually able to convince W that there would be a chance to ride the train. Poor little sad guy...thank goodness for more steam trains and the amusement park and the free breakfast and the cool weather and the happy boys and coming home for a family nap.
Celebrate good times!

Birthday Sunday




Oh, the sweetness of a child's excitement and glee!
In the wee hours of the morning, this momma was decorating a construction cake and the house and assembling gift bags as my family slept in snug in their beds. At 4am I snuggled in beside my favorite husband only to be awoken three hours later with a loud,
"Mom!" and then a little boy running up the stairs to our room still yelling,
"It's Christmas! Christmas Mom!"
A banner or two, presents on the fireplace mantel, and two happy birthday signs equate Christmas. How fun!
Then when he saw the cake in the fridge it was all we could do to drag him away from the fridge to open his presents. It was pure joy for W as he viewed his construction cake. (Try the recipe, it's awesome!)
Following the gift opening ( Cars movie, wooden train set and a wooden tool puzzle) we were off to Heritage Park where all enjoyed riding the train around the park twice, riding the ferris wheel, the whip and the boat swing. Afterwards we all deserved an ice cream at the old Vulcan Ice Cream shop, yet poor R was so sad because he was over tired and only wanted to eat the cone but the ice cream kept falling off to the floor. Too young for a cone. Another 6 months or so.
Upon arrival at the park, W ran as fast as his little legs could carry him towards the first train station, but the train blew it's horn and drove away to which W stopped in his tracks and BURST into tears. The saddest birthday boy. Carrying him towards town, we were eventually able to convince W that there would be a chance to ride the train. Poor little sad guy...thank goodness for more steam trains and the amusement park and the free breakfast and the cool weather and the happy boys and coming home for a family nap.
Celebrate good times!

Saturday, August 9, 2008

"I'm big. I'm three, then six."

Birthday celebrations are on at the H household.

W is three! 3! 36 months.

There's so much to celebrate. His accomplishments, sense of humor, imagination, will, and our beginning as parents and hopefully our daily growth into even more skilled and better parents.

Gone is "almost two". Now, it's "I'm three!"

We're looking forward to more of W. More growth, development, laughs, listening, agreement, obeying, compassion, antics, exploration, inovation, hugs, eskimo kisses, tickles and giggles. I've got high hopes for three and I hope W does too.

Instead of a traditional party we're having a family-birthday outing to Heritage Park. W will love it! He loves all things trains, animals, cars, room to run, etc. "And what else...hmmm?" Oh, and what else...hmmm?"

There is a birthday banner, a construction cake, presents, and then on Tuesday, friends to play with and cupcakes to devour. Yum! Fun!

Three..."It be fun!"

"I'm big. I'm three, then six."

Birthday celebrations are on at the H household.

W is three! 3! 36 months.

There's so much to celebrate. His accomplishments, sense of humor, imagination, will, and our beginning as parents and hopefully our daily growth into even more skilled and better parents.

Gone is "almost two". Now, it's "I'm three!"

We're looking forward to more of W. More growth, development, laughs, listening, agreement, obeying, compassion, antics, exploration, inovation, hugs, eskimo kisses, tickles and giggles. I've got high hopes for three and I hope W does too.

Instead of a traditional party we're having a family-birthday outing to Heritage Park. W will love it! He loves all things trains, animals, cars, room to run, etc. "And what else...hmmm?" Oh, and what else...hmmm?"

There is a birthday banner, a construction cake, presents, and then on Tuesday, friends to play with and cupcakes to devour. Yum! Fun!

Three..."It be fun!"

F!*$#!K

Was it inevitable? Cursing.
Children pick up and retain more than we know. Arial ears.
It's evident by their rapid growth and knowledge which surprises us and makes our hearts smile, at the best of times.
Last weekend's new language development was more of a heart-stopper. Our chins fell to the floor as we realized how W's vocabulary has grown. And last night I was shocked again as I heard W using this word, the forbidden word, while he was quietly watching TV, "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang"...an innocent, child friendly movie...and then the F-word pops out of his mouth, in a low, adamant tone. F&*!K, F&*!k, etc, etc (Aaaahhhh!)
"Where did you hear that word W?" his dad calmly asks while we're driving in the truck and W is repeating this word over and over and over again.
"The splash park."

There will be no splashing for the rest of the summer!

F!*$#!K

Was it inevitable? Cursing.
Children pick up and retain more than we know. Arial ears.
It's evident by their rapid growth and knowledge which surprises us and makes our hearts smile, at the best of times.
Last weekend's new language development was more of a heart-stopper. Our chins fell to the floor as we realized how W's vocabulary has grown. And last night I was shocked again as I heard W using this word, the forbidden word, while he was quietly watching TV, "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang"...an innocent, child friendly movie...and then the F-word pops out of his mouth, in a low, adamant tone. F&*!K, F&*!k, etc, etc (Aaaahhhh!)
"Where did you hear that word W?" his dad calmly asks while we're driving in the truck and W is repeating this word over and over and over again.
"The splash park."

There will be no splashing for the rest of the summer!

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Mini-teen's Weekend Quotes ala W

"Bup, you're killing me, Bup!"
Exclaimed while riding in the truck, adamantly wanting a toy that W's baby brother had. Uh, the toy is a plastic beetle bug in a crate. Really....that kind of dramatics over a dung beetle?!

"Go Away! Leave my alone."
Slightly muffled by the blankets over his head. Trying to get the boy out of bed on Saturday morning. Since when does he sleep in ? Never! And when did he become a teenager?

"Bup smells poop"
I hear this one daily now. It's still slightly humorus. My poor Bup...blaimed for everything.

Signing milk. " I want some milk. I want some ice water Mommy."
Uh, yeah, ice water. That'll do. Because I'm not nursing you. Mr. Almost Three with a mouth full of teeth!

"I'm big. I'm almost three. Then six."
Stock answer to, "How are you W?"

"M, I need the door open. M, I need...."
Hello! Why is the mini teenager/toddler calling me by my first name? Lately, it's only when he's hurt or sad or super tired that he calls me Mommy. Apparently, it's tres cool for toddlers/preschoolers to call their momma's by their given name.

"Bup, stop yelling Bup. Be quiet and look out your window. He's not talking, he's dut-dutting!"
"Bup, don't look in my eyes. Don't look my eyes!"
Apparently R needs to keep his mouth shut and eyes diverted to the window while riding in the vehicle with his older brother.

Mini-teen's Weekend Quotes ala W

"Bup, you're killing me, Bup!"
Exclaimed while riding in the truck, adamantly wanting a toy that W's baby brother had. Uh, the toy is a plastic beetle bug in a crate. Really....that kind of dramatics over a dung beetle?!

"Go Away! Leave my alone."
Slightly muffled by the blankets over his head. Trying to get the boy out of bed on Saturday morning. Since when does he sleep in ? Never! And when did he become a teenager?

"Bup smells poop"
I hear this one daily now. It's still slightly humorus. My poor Bup...blaimed for everything.

Signing milk. " I want some milk. I want some ice water Mommy."
Uh, yeah, ice water. That'll do. Because I'm not nursing you. Mr. Almost Three with a mouth full of teeth!

"I'm big. I'm almost three. Then six."
Stock answer to, "How are you W?"

"M, I need the door open. M, I need...."
Hello! Why is the mini teenager/toddler calling me by my first name? Lately, it's only when he's hurt or sad or super tired that he calls me Mommy. Apparently, it's tres cool for toddlers/preschoolers to call their momma's by their given name.

"Bup, stop yelling Bup. Be quiet and look out your window. He's not talking, he's dut-dutting!"
"Bup, don't look in my eyes. Don't look my eyes!"
Apparently R needs to keep his mouth shut and eyes diverted to the window while riding in the vehicle with his older brother.