Entries Tagged 'boys' ↓

Only once did the thought of banning toy guns from my house ever really cross my mind.  I dismissed it promptly.  I know my husband and knew he would have fallen out of his chair laughing and writhing from hysterics over that sentiment. Compromise works, there are guns and dolls.

I have held firm to the never point guns at people (or the dogs) rule.

It wouldn’t have mattered if they were banned or not.  My four year old constructs guns out of other toys and my two year old is walking around “shooting baddies” with a measuring cup.

This one is for the grandparents.

This way.

I can do it.

I’m two. I don’t know why I’m pissed.

Mom and Dad took too long looking for the lights.

Mark, the two year old took a tumble on Saturday.  He didn’t fall far, but hit his head on a board.  I’m used to the boys’ antics and was not overly concerned.  I carried him to the steps to comfort him, when I saw blood coming from his ear canal.

I don’t know about everyone, but that’s when alarm bells began ringing and panic wanted to take hold.  I was sure his eardrum had burst.  We spent the afternoon at Urgent Care in North Charleston, where we learned he had somehow lacerated the inside of his ear canal, but his ear drum was intact.

The doctor was more concerned with where he had struck his head and insisted on x-rays.  Thankfully the little monkey is fine and only has one heck of a knot to show for it.

Although I may jinx everything entirely, Mark seems to be getting the hang of this potty training business. I just have to threaten him with a diaper and he runs to try.  So, don’t be surprised if you stop by for a chat and there’s a half naked monkey running around.  He doesn’t mind a bit and will probably demonstrate his newfound knowledge of anatomy.

If you don’t like it, you can do the laundry.

Early fall is a busy time for us.

Aidan I am so very proud of you and of the man you’ll be.  While we do butt heads, we’re a lot alike and I am amazed at the glimmers of maturity you already show.  Don’t be in as big a hurry as I was, you’ll have ages to be an adult.

Happy Birthday little man.

I don’t think my boys will ever discourage their future spouses from breastfeeding.

On the other hand, it’s a little disconcerting to have them sitting on either side of me pretending to feed their stuffed animals.

jumping on the bed!

I think Aidan may have given me a new tagline for the blog:

You’re driving me cranky!

Aidan and Mark like to play with my old student trumpet.  Eventually we may have to get a second.

I’m very sad that Brittney resigned from NiT, although I can understand why it would wear on her.

I’ll be 30 weeks pregnant tomorrow.  Strange to think that there will soon be another person in our house.

Some have said I look 18 in this picture.  I don’t see it, but I will certainly take looking young over being young.

My stepdaughter will be here in a little over a week.  This will be fun, hormonal step-mom plus pre-teen hormones.  How long before someone cries?  Maybe we should set up a pool.

It’s hot.  No, really hot.

Something ate my dove’s eggs.  For the past couple weeks I’ve had a dove nesting on my back porch.  This morning I went to check on her and everything was gone.  Such is nature, I guess.

Aidan is reading, but won’t let us in on what he knows.  If we ask him to demonstrate he clams up and acts weird.  Randomly though, he’ll shout out words either from the page I’m looking at, a sign, or he’ll spell something. He’s also in this interesting stage of figuring out what every word starts with.  His writing and drawing is improving in leaps and bounds.  He’s gone from not wanting to do anything to writing letters and numbers.  His goal seems to be learning to write our phone number.  Thankfully it’ll be a long, long time before he visits any public restrooms alone.  He’ll be four in September.

Mark, well, Mark is well on his way to being two.  He’s perfected the tantrum but balances it out with episodes of pure sweetness and light.  Occasionally he belts out a perfectly articulated sentence and then won’t say another word for a day or so.

It’s a strange house in which we live.