Obviously, that lack of responsibility is not really an option anymore. Lamesauce, I know. Sunday Funday has taken on a new meaning. It's now defined by parks and candy that makes your mouth different colors and ice cream and Target toy aisles.
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Sunday Funday
Back before Alex was busy taking over our lives, we used to have Sunday Funday. This can be summed up in one word: Drunk. Sunday Funday would start with breakfast at one of our favorite places which always included a couple bloody marys. And that little hair of the dog would set us on our way to a Sunday filled with drinks, friends, fun, and zero productivity.
Obviously, that lack of responsibility is not really an option anymore. Lamesauce, I know. Sunday Funday has taken on a new meaning. It's now defined by parks and candy that makes your mouth different colors and ice cream and Target toy aisles.
Isn't funny how you can simultaneously miss your old life so much and love your new life so much? Kids, man.
Obviously, that lack of responsibility is not really an option anymore. Lamesauce, I know. Sunday Funday has taken on a new meaning. It's now defined by parks and candy that makes your mouth different colors and ice cream and Target toy aisles.
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Huh?
So, I know he has proven time and time again that he is my child, but last night he made me question that very fact.
I made some crescent roll dealy-mabobbers and I offered him one while it was still warm. He bit off a tiny bite, agreed that it was delicious, and handed it back to me. I tried to give it back to him and told him that he could have it if he liked it and he said, "Oh, I like it..it's yummy...but I'm full." and he made me take it.
Yeah, kiddo, you might be full, but this is a crescent roll...you gotta fight through that fullness.
I made some crescent roll dealy-mabobbers and I offered him one while it was still warm. He bit off a tiny bite, agreed that it was delicious, and handed it back to me. I tried to give it back to him and told him that he could have it if he liked it and he said, "Oh, I like it..it's yummy...but I'm full." and he made me take it.
Yeah, kiddo, you might be full, but this is a crescent roll...you gotta fight through that fullness.
Morning Logic
Alex was a still a little groggy after being awake for about 20 minutes this morning which is not normal, so I asked him if he was alright or if he was just still a little sleepy...
"No, I'm not still sleepy. I'm just a little allergic to cats today."
Oh. Ok. Makes perfect sense...especially since you have had zero contact with cats in the last, oh I don't know, 192 hours.
"No, I'm not still sleepy. I'm just a little allergic to cats today."
Oh. Ok. Makes perfect sense...especially since you have had zero contact with cats in the last, oh I don't know, 192 hours.
Monday, August 12, 2013
Things that go bump in the night.
Since we're super classy, Alex's bed has consisted of a twin mattress on the floor for the past a lot of months. I didn't want to get a regular metal frame box spring situation...mostly because I didn't want to clean under it. But then I thought it would be cool to get one of those platformy type beds with a set of drawers under it. Yeah, those ain't cheap. These things combined kept my child sleeping on the floor.
I finally resigned to getting a regular frame, but then I started thinking about how high up a regular twin bed is and I didn't think that was a good idea. So, instead of getting a box spring and a stop-you-from-falling-out-of-bed thinger, we went to Menard's and got a 3/4" thick piece of particle board and a long 2x4. Travis cut the particle board to the size of the frame and then made support pieces out of the 2x4. Tadaaaaaaaaa! Platform bed.
Now here's the thing. Alex has never fallen out of bed. He was never a baby that climbed out of his crib. He didn't even come close to falling out of his toddler bed. And even though sleeping next to that child more than slightly resembles trying to share a bed with an eager Cessna propeller, I didn't think twice about him falling out. Until midnight his first night in the new bed set up. Whoops.
I finally resigned to getting a regular frame, but then I started thinking about how high up a regular twin bed is and I didn't think that was a good idea. So, instead of getting a box spring and a stop-you-from-falling-out-of-bed thinger, we went to Menard's and got a 3/4" thick piece of particle board and a long 2x4. Travis cut the particle board to the size of the frame and then made support pieces out of the 2x4. Tadaaaaaaaaa! Platform bed.
Now here's the thing. Alex has never fallen out of bed. He was never a baby that climbed out of his crib. He didn't even come close to falling out of his toddler bed. And even though sleeping next to that child more than slightly resembles trying to share a bed with an eager Cessna propeller, I didn't think twice about him falling out. Until midnight his first night in the new bed set up. Whoops.
Friday, August 9, 2013
Happy Friday!
Look who's got his best dog friend in the waaaaay back with him!
Please disregard the weird smile he's got goin' on, we were out of time!
Please disregard the weird smile he's got goin' on, we were out of time!
Really?
Alex is reverting back to a small toddler. The small toddler that crams everything within reach into his mouth. Makes no difference to him if it's an actual food item or not, in his mouth it's goin'.
The other day, we were home for about twenty minutes and I noticed him chewing on something. I asked what he had in his mouth and he produced a Barbie shoe. And then promptly told me he couldn't return it to daycare because it was now part of his collection. Ok, slow down there curator weirdo.
Yesterday morning, I was getting everything ready for the day and I heard him gagging in the living room. I ran in there and asked if he was ok. He was a little teary eyed, but had that smile on his face that he gets when he doesn't want me to ask any questions. So I asked questions. What was in his mouth? Tires from a Lego truck and trailer Trevor had built for him. And when I told him he couldn't put stuff like that in his mouth, his grin got a little bit wider and he admitted there were two tires in there!
Do I have to go back to communicating with him via "Icky! Yucky! Blech!"?
The other day, we were home for about twenty minutes and I noticed him chewing on something. I asked what he had in his mouth and he produced a Barbie shoe. And then promptly told me he couldn't return it to daycare because it was now part of his collection. Ok, slow down there curator weirdo.
Yesterday morning, I was getting everything ready for the day and I heard him gagging in the living room. I ran in there and asked if he was ok. He was a little teary eyed, but had that smile on his face that he gets when he doesn't want me to ask any questions. So I asked questions. What was in his mouth? Tires from a Lego truck and trailer Trevor had built for him. And when I told him he couldn't put stuff like that in his mouth, his grin got a little bit wider and he admitted there were two tires in there!
Do I have to go back to communicating with him via "Icky! Yucky! Blech!"?
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
I'm just gonna put this here
Just something I don't ever want to forget and I'm quite sure it will go as quickly as it has started...
Almost every time I'm trying to have a semi-serious conversation with Alex, he will keep focus for about a full minute and then he just can't take it anymore, the crazy creeps into his eyes, and he starts bawking like an insane chicken. A loud insane chicken.
Seriously, he just looks at me and starts up with, "BAWK! BA BA BAWK BAWK!" And then he is reduced to a puddle of giggling little boy...with me not far behind.
Almost every time I'm trying to have a semi-serious conversation with Alex, he will keep focus for about a full minute and then he just can't take it anymore, the crazy creeps into his eyes, and he starts bawking like an insane chicken. A loud insane chicken.
Seriously, he just looks at me and starts up with, "BAWK! BA BA BAWK BAWK!" And then he is reduced to a puddle of giggling little boy...with me not far behind.
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