Is it possible to fast forward through July and go right to August?
July = waiting.
August = doing.
I'm a do-er. I hate sitting around. I need to do something. Constantly. We have a lot of exciting things on the horizon, some of which I've mentioned here, some of which I haven't. But none of which I can really do anything about until August. August is "go time." But until then, I'm in my boring old wake-up-go-to-work-drive-home-cook-dinner-take-care-of-Wyatt routine. I need something to spice up the interim. Break up the boredom, you could say.
Any suggestions?
Friday, June 26, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
They're Heeeerrre....
I do believe the Terrible Two’s are upon us. I say Two with a capital T, because I believe it is worthy of the capitalization. For the patience Two requires. For the deep breaths I must take so as not to appear as an unfit parent in public [or otherwise]. For the utter inability my child has to express his needs and therefore acts out. For all these things, and as a sign up respect for all that it is to be Two, I will herein refer to two as Two.
Apparently Wyatt doesn’t realize, however, that he hasn’t actually earned the title of Two yet by virtue of still being three weeks shy of his second birthday. No matter. He has fully embraced what it is to be Two.
Example: I picked him up at daycare on Wednesday and he was sitting eating a cracker. He finished it, asked for more, and his teacher obliged. But then he decided he wanted to go home, and excused himself from the table with cracker in hand… a big “no, no” in daycare land for fear of choking (or something, I don’t know why…). So I asked him if he was finished. He replied, “NO!” I asked him to please sit down to finish eating. He replied, “NO!” I informed him that I would need to take the cracker unless he sat in the chair to eat it. At which point he threw himself to the ground and produced tears on command. It was truly amazing. Fifteen unfortunate minutes later we walked out of the daycare… me thoroughly embarrassed at having this tantrum occur in front of multiple parents and teachers.
And the fun continued. We reached the house (a mere ¼ of a mile away, mind you) and I unbuckled him from the car seat and plop him on the ground. Immediate crying. Check that. Sobbing. Sobbing more accurately reflects what happened. In between bouts of “MOVIE! MOUSE! MOVIE!” [He wanted to watch Stewart Little on DVD in the car]. Unwilling to play the game, I sat on the step and told him we could go inside to watch the movie once he calmed down. “NO! MOVIE! MOUSE!” Another 10 minutes elapses, during which time two neighbors step outside to ask is everything alright?
I could go on. But I think you get the point. So my question is, how long does Two last? I’m sure every child is different. But I’m hoping if everyone gives me their experience (in months, preferably), I can get a reasonable range of what to expect and when some sanity might return to the Parker household again, and when I might be able to stop factoring in an additional 30 minutes for every transition point in the day.
Much obliged!
Apparently Wyatt doesn’t realize, however, that he hasn’t actually earned the title of Two yet by virtue of still being three weeks shy of his second birthday. No matter. He has fully embraced what it is to be Two.
Example: I picked him up at daycare on Wednesday and he was sitting eating a cracker. He finished it, asked for more, and his teacher obliged. But then he decided he wanted to go home, and excused himself from the table with cracker in hand… a big “no, no” in daycare land for fear of choking (or something, I don’t know why…). So I asked him if he was finished. He replied, “NO!” I asked him to please sit down to finish eating. He replied, “NO!” I informed him that I would need to take the cracker unless he sat in the chair to eat it. At which point he threw himself to the ground and produced tears on command. It was truly amazing. Fifteen unfortunate minutes later we walked out of the daycare… me thoroughly embarrassed at having this tantrum occur in front of multiple parents and teachers.
And the fun continued. We reached the house (a mere ¼ of a mile away, mind you) and I unbuckled him from the car seat and plop him on the ground. Immediate crying. Check that. Sobbing. Sobbing more accurately reflects what happened. In between bouts of “MOVIE! MOUSE! MOVIE!” [He wanted to watch Stewart Little on DVD in the car]. Unwilling to play the game, I sat on the step and told him we could go inside to watch the movie once he calmed down. “NO! MOVIE! MOUSE!” Another 10 minutes elapses, during which time two neighbors step outside to ask is everything alright?
I could go on. But I think you get the point. So my question is, how long does Two last? I’m sure every child is different. But I’m hoping if everyone gives me their experience (in months, preferably), I can get a reasonable range of what to expect and when some sanity might return to the Parker household again, and when I might be able to stop factoring in an additional 30 minutes for every transition point in the day.
Much obliged!
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Gone Again.
Right now, my husband is driving somewhere over the Tennessee border in my 2002 Mazda Protege, loaded down with 450 pounds of camoflauge pants, dress uniforms, his officer's sword, camo flashlights and other such gear they assure him is necessary for his 3-month school. Cleaning supplies, food staples and other necessities for life in the BOQ occupy the space previously held by Wyatt's car seat, and he has traded in the diaper bag for a sea bag on this 3,000-mile cross-country trip.
No worries - Wyatt and I will be fine. We have Tommy's family nearby, weekend trips to see friends planned, the swimming pool to visit, and Wyatt's 2nd birthday party to host! We have much to look forward to this summer. Our lives will go on happily. But the house will be quieter without the wrestling matches. The bed will be emptier, and my feet will be colder. And the true love of my life will be (temporarily) gone.
Safe travels, my love!
No worries - Wyatt and I will be fine. We have Tommy's family nearby, weekend trips to see friends planned, the swimming pool to visit, and Wyatt's 2nd birthday party to host! We have much to look forward to this summer. Our lives will go on happily. But the house will be quieter without the wrestling matches. The bed will be emptier, and my feet will be colder. And the true love of my life will be (temporarily) gone.
Safe travels, my love!
Friday, June 12, 2009
An Easy Way to Give
I have always had a soft spot for animal shelters. While in grad school, I volunteered at an animal shelter steadily for two years. Since then, we’ve adopted all of our pets, two cats and a dog, from shelters. And a few years ago I found a new way to give to shelters in a way that costs me absolutely nothing but a few minutes of my time and maybe a stamp, and I’d like to encourage you to do the same.
It’s so easy – just clip any pet coupons out of your Sunday paper and drop them off (or mail them) to your favorite animal shelter. They are constantly purchasing supplies, and just imagine how much they would save if everyone did this for them! It’s that easy. Even better, use those coupons to purchase the actual items and drop them off to the shelter.
Another way to help is to bookmark the following site and click on it each day. http://www.theanimalrescuesite.com/clickToGive/home.faces?siteId=3
For every click they receive, more money is donated!
What other easy ways are out there to give? Leave a note in my comments section.
It’s so easy – just clip any pet coupons out of your Sunday paper and drop them off (or mail them) to your favorite animal shelter. They are constantly purchasing supplies, and just imagine how much they would save if everyone did this for them! It’s that easy. Even better, use those coupons to purchase the actual items and drop them off to the shelter.
Another way to help is to bookmark the following site and click on it each day. http://www.theanimalrescuesite.com/clickToGive/home.faces?siteId=3
For every click they receive, more money is donated!
What other easy ways are out there to give? Leave a note in my comments section.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Beans, Beans the Magical Fruit
Wyatt LOVES beans. He ate so many beans last night I thought his tummy was going to burst, and he had them EVERYWHERE, as you can see. We were giving him a hard time that he had beans up his nose, and in this clip, Wyatt discovers that there is an actual hole up his nose!
Monday, June 8, 2009
The Lobster Goes "Night-Night"
We love to get live Lobster and cook them around our house, but usually we do it when we are entertaining or doing something special, and Wyatt is in bed so that we can be uninterrupted. This time was a little different, however. Tommy and Wyatt went to the store a couple weeks ago and Wyatt saw the lobster in the tank. Tommy told him the lobster were getting a bath, but Wyatt was worried about them so Tommy decided to buy some. When he got them home, he went to put them in the refrigerator, but all Wyatt could talk about were the Lobster! Lobster this, Lobster that all night long. Very concerned about the lobster. He checked on them frequently that night and also in the morning.
The next night I got home from work and the lobster were out on the kitchen floor on some newspaper, alive and well. Apparently Wyatt was still very concerned about the lobster and insisted that Tommy take them out of the refrigerator. Wyatt was having fun messing around with them, oohing and ahhing and squealing when they would move around. But Tommy had other plans for the lobster. He had a big pot of water on the stove boiling. I told him we should wait until Wyatt went to bed, but Tommy was 'starving' so he wanted to eat.
Tommy picked up the lobsters and moved toward the pot, and Wyatt's eyes got very big. "Uh oh! HOT! HOT, Mommy, HOT!" I picked Wyatt up and Tommy explained that the lobster were going to go in the bath. Wyatt said, "Bath HOT Mommy! Noooooo! Ouchie! HOT!" But in went the lobster. We reassured him that the lobster were okay, and that they were just swimming. He seemed to accept that... until we took the lobster out, and they were very, very red, much different than the black color they were before they had been steamed.
Wyatt took one look at them, realized they weren't moving, and in the saddest, most heart broken voice you can imagine said, "Oh, no....Lobster night-night..." "Yes, buddy," said Tommy, "They're definitely night-night."
If we could have left it at that, we might have been okay, but instead they went on our plates and we began eating our salads. Wyatt was confused about the lobster being on the plates, but didn't say anything until I ripped one of the legs off mine. "Uh oh! Uh oh! Oh no!," he said, squiriming, trying to get out of his seat. I tried to tell him it was okay, but it definitely was not okay with him.
For once, I was without words to try to explain to him what was going on or make it okay. I imagine it was the equivalent of someone coming into my house and throwing one of my cats into the pot of boiling water and eating them. Would I have been upset? Obviously. So, note to self: do not let child claim any animal as a pet that which you intend to eat later. Lesson learned.
The next night I got home from work and the lobster were out on the kitchen floor on some newspaper, alive and well. Apparently Wyatt was still very concerned about the lobster and insisted that Tommy take them out of the refrigerator. Wyatt was having fun messing around with them, oohing and ahhing and squealing when they would move around. But Tommy had other plans for the lobster. He had a big pot of water on the stove boiling. I told him we should wait until Wyatt went to bed, but Tommy was 'starving' so he wanted to eat.
Tommy picked up the lobsters and moved toward the pot, and Wyatt's eyes got very big. "Uh oh! HOT! HOT, Mommy, HOT!" I picked Wyatt up and Tommy explained that the lobster were going to go in the bath. Wyatt said, "Bath HOT Mommy! Noooooo! Ouchie! HOT!" But in went the lobster. We reassured him that the lobster were okay, and that they were just swimming. He seemed to accept that... until we took the lobster out, and they were very, very red, much different than the black color they were before they had been steamed.
Wyatt took one look at them, realized they weren't moving, and in the saddest, most heart broken voice you can imagine said, "Oh, no....Lobster night-night..." "Yes, buddy," said Tommy, "They're definitely night-night."
If we could have left it at that, we might have been okay, but instead they went on our plates and we began eating our salads. Wyatt was confused about the lobster being on the plates, but didn't say anything until I ripped one of the legs off mine. "Uh oh! Uh oh! Oh no!," he said, squiriming, trying to get out of his seat. I tried to tell him it was okay, but it definitely was not okay with him.
For once, I was without words to try to explain to him what was going on or make it okay. I imagine it was the equivalent of someone coming into my house and throwing one of my cats into the pot of boiling water and eating them. Would I have been upset? Obviously. So, note to self: do not let child claim any animal as a pet that which you intend to eat later. Lesson learned.
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