Easter Baby

R's first Easter. A super long weekend filled with family, food and fun. Too little for chocolate, R was content to watch the fun through the window. Sweet little Easter Baby.

Easter Baby

R's first Easter. A super long weekend filled with family, food and fun. Too little for chocolate, R was content to watch the fun through the window. Sweet little Easter Baby.

The Easter Raccoon

"He has tail. He has deep dark eyes."
W enjoys spending the odd day here and there in disguise. Religious and chocolate focused holidays are not exempt. So, here he is....Raccoon W.

The Easter Raccoon

"He has tail. He has deep dark eyes."
W enjoys spending the odd day here and there in disguise. Religious and chocolate focused holidays are not exempt. So, here he is....Raccoon W.

BIG KISSES!!!

It seems I have earned the reputation of the "Big Spanks!" Momma. Desperately, I want this to end. It's heartwrenching to think that's how my child views me. The punisher. So, wracking my brain to find a method of positive reiforcement, I came up with Big Kisses.
"If you LISTEN to Mommy on the FIRST TIME, what happens?"
"Big spanks!"
"No!!! Big KISSES" And then I deomonstrated by making a fish-lip face, walking towards hime with my hands in the air ready to embrace his little cheeks, I then kiss his whole face loudly and he GIGGLES uncontrollably. It's a hit. So I try it out. Leaving the room to put the babe down for his nap, with W in his highchair finishing breakfast, watching Treehouse, I let him know what I'm doing and to please leave his food on the tray (he always throws it on the floor when I'm not in the room) and to be quiet (no rocking and banging the chair on the floor)until I get back.
It WORKED!!! So I kissed his whole sweet face, loudly and quickly many, many times while his giggle warmed my heart. And when I was finished what did he say?
"More big kisses!?!"

Foot note:
The Big Kisses rewards worked on several occasions over the past couple of days, however, he still tells me about Big Spanks too. Ugh!!

BIG KISSES!!!

It seems I have earned the reputation of the "Big Spanks!" Momma. Desperately, I want this to end. It's heartwrenching to think that's how my child views me. The punisher. So, wracking my brain to find a method of positive reiforcement, I came up with Big Kisses.
"If you LISTEN to Mommy on the FIRST TIME, what happens?"
"Big spanks!"
"No!!! Big KISSES" And then I deomonstrated by making a fish-lip face, walking towards hime with my hands in the air ready to embrace his little cheeks, I then kiss his whole face loudly and he GIGGLES uncontrollably. It's a hit. So I try it out. Leaving the room to put the babe down for his nap, with W in his highchair finishing breakfast, watching Treehouse, I let him know what I'm doing and to please leave his food on the tray (he always throws it on the floor when I'm not in the room) and to be quiet (no rocking and banging the chair on the floor)until I get back.
It WORKED!!! So I kissed his whole sweet face, loudly and quickly many, many times while his giggle warmed my heart. And when I was finished what did he say?
"More big kisses!?!"

Foot note:
The Big Kisses rewards worked on several occasions over the past couple of days, however, he still tells me about Big Spanks too. Ugh!!

We're Definately Up to Something!

W LOVES eggs. He has a poached egg almost everyday for breakfast. However, this love of the cackles is getting him into undo mischief. There's been other egg stories, but here's the latest pictoral evidence. I was on the phone with a realtor for 5 MINUTES and in that time he managed to take the fresh eggs & crack them into a bowl of boiled eggs, then transfer it all back to the carton. As W would say, "YUCKERS!"
Of course, the babe cannot be left out either. Our littlest man has managed to dump the tree on a couple of occasions, attempt to eat the bark and dirt, but thankfully the tree has missed him each time.
Fry Guy - there was a time when I would let W play in the pantry as he was really good about only playing with certain items. However, one all too quiet morning he discovered cocoa....and now his pantry days are over.
All this mischief has led me to believe that it's not the child....it's the parental supervision, or lack thereof. There's too many incidents for this to be all child driven. I need to grow those eyes on the back of my head.