Wednesday, December 9, 2009
However, at the beginning of November, he was a non-believer. He swore up and down that there was no such thing as Santa Claus. He told Daddy he was a liar. He told Ray she was silly. He told me, well, nothing. But I heard everything else he said to the others.
And then we went to Universal Studios in Orlando for the weekend after Thanksgiving and had dinner at Hard Rock at City Walk. And HE was THERE.
Oh. My. Goodness.
Chay was star struck. And has been a believer ever since.
I don't know this man's real name, but I send a huge Thank You to you for helping my little boy believe in Santa Claus!
Sunday, October 4, 2009
It was my turn to pick up the kids from daycare and I arrived around 5 pm. As I walked passed Chay's room on my way to get Ray, I glanced in the window and saw the teacher reading a book to the class with all the kids sitting quietly around her entranced. There were three boys and one girl, small because it was the end of the day.
I grabbed Ray and her stuff, which took maybe 5 minutes, if that. By the time I returned to Chay's class to get him, two of the little boys are standing on chairs in front of the closet and Chay was on his way to grab his own. The little girl was minding her own business playing with the books. The teacher was no where to be found. By the time the scene soaked in, Chay was up on the chair stretching as high as he could to lock the closet door.
Well, that's odd…so, I asked, "Hey, guys, where's your teacher?"
A knock from inside the closet was my answer.
I should have been horrified that they locked their teacher in the closet, but all I could do was laugh as she sheepishly looked at me when I let her out.
Oh, still don't believe me? How about this one:
Chay and Ray were in the guest bedroom watching a movie one Friday evening snacking on Cheerios. Chay came flying out of the room screaming and trying to blow his nose. I looked up his right nostril and it was red and I could see what looked like a Cheerio jammed up as far as he could get it. Great, but not the end of the world.
I assumed we could dissolve it so we basically water boarded him in an attempt to get it out. As his nose got redder and more swollen, it was harder to see whether the Cheerio was there so we made the assumption he had either inhaled it or it dissolved. He had stopped crying, but it was understandably still tender. He went back to watching the movie and I went back to Facebook.
We watched him over the weekend. He continued to have a tender nose and it sounded like he was still having trouble breathing. Finally, on Monday, I called his pediatrician and scheduled an appointment because clearly something was still wrong. She ended up sending us to an Ear, Nose and Throat doc. We went to that appointment and sure enough, that Cheerio was still up there. Of course, Chay wouldn't let him anywhere near his nose, so we had to schedule surgery so they could put him under. Surgery. For a Cheerio. Classic.
After the surgery, which took all of two minutes, the doctor came out with a funny grin. Turns out that Cheerio was actually a small brown bead that looks like a Cheerio. A $750 bead by the time it was all said and done with.
I'm saving that bead to give him as his 18th birthday present.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Chay: Not a pla'mat it a napkin!
Me: Uhm. Ok.
Chay: No, not OK!!!! It a napkin not a pla'mat!
Me: Baby, if you want to call the placemat a napkin, you go right ahead.
Chay: NOOOOOOO! It napkin not a pla'mat!
Me: Whatever, its a napkin.
Chay: Yeah. That's it.
Monday, June 15, 2009
We didn't leave the house often, what with him wearing no pants and all. So Chay decided he was going to teach a lesson on facial expressions...
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Ray: "Look, its a chick with a pony tail!"
(Referring to a man with a pony tail. He looked at her a little funny.)
Ray: "I don't flush the toilet because when I go in the middle of the night I want you to see it and know that I went and tell me 'hey, Ray, did you go potty in the middle of the night? Good job!"
Then later - E: "Ray, tell Mommy why you don't flush the toilet."
Ray: Mmmm...... I don't know.
E: See, I told you it was all crap...
Monday, June 8, 2009
She came up with this game that only girls are allowed to play...
We vote on who has the prettiest clothes on. Winner gets to watch Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. Forever. She voted on herself and I voted on me. Funny thing happened. Somehow she won.
Guess who's watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse?
Saturday, June 6, 2009
You can't leave The Bull alone anywhere near even potential writing materials...
And you certainly can't take your eye off of him when he's painting!
The Bull knows that I am deathly afraid of spiders. Today, he hid one of his toy spiders somewhere he knew I would find it in an attempt to scare me. I know this, because moments before I found the (very real looking) spider, he had that classic Chay look. While he was running away from me. Even knowing he was up to something, I screamed at the sight of a huge spider sitting by my computer. Grrrr.
He's a handful, yes. But how could you not love the little Bull?
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
We bought him his own seat this time, even though he could have sat on my lap. It would have saved us $300 but it also would have made me crazy being forced to watch cartoons and deal with his wiggly butt on me for 2 1/2 hours. You know what is coming next, right? He sat on my lap the entire time and took a nap for half the trip. Both ways. On the positive side, I was able to watch Ellen while he slept.
While in the airport he was obsessed with the planes. "Its an erplain mommy, its an erplain!"
But when it was time to get on the plane? Not so much. "No, mommy, I don't want to get on the erplain. No erplains, mommy!"
So, being the great parents we are, we told him it was a bus. "Oh. OK, its a bus. Dat OK." Buses, OK. Check. Erplains, not so much.
It took him about a half hour into the flight (both ways, mind you) to realize that we really were on a plane. He would look out the window, see the clouds, and announce loudly enough for the entire plane load of passengers to hear, "Hey, mommy! We not on a bus! We on a erplain! You lied. Bad, mommy!"
He's brilliant, that one. And a tattle tale.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
If there isn't a dinosaur on the screen, Chay is yelling, "I want the dinosaurs!"
If a dinosaur is on the screen, and it happens to be a small one, we hear, "I want the big dinosaurs!"
If its a big dinosaur, he yells, "ROOOOOAAAAAARRRRRR!!!!!!!!", directly in your ear. While scratching on you. That feels really nice, by the way.
The show is educational, and I am happy to let him watch educational shows that he finds entertaining.
Oh, wait, I need to take a break from the blog because Chay says, "I want dinosaurs! Dinosaurs, look at that dinosaurs! Moon. I want dinosaurs. Dinosaur! Two dinosaurs. Long dinosaur. I want dinosaurs!"
OK, commercial. Back to the blog.
As I was saying, the show is educational. Apparentally, he has learned what dinosaurs eat -
Chay - Dinosaurs eat.
Me - Dinosaurs eat what?
Chay - Dinosaurs eat cheese.
Me - Did you say dinosaurs eat cheese?
Chay - Yup. Dinosaurs eat cheese. Yummy.
Hmmm. OK. Maybe its not so educational but it sure is entertaining....
Saturday, April 18, 2009
We had a private meeting with Cinderella! And she was just as Princessy as the girls' expected her to be.
Ray was so excited that every sentence was emphasized with a leg kick and she literally bounced off the walls. She told Cinderella that she loves her Castle, but sorry, her favorite princess is Ariel. Cinderella took that in stride because PB comforted Cinderella by telling her she was her favorite.
Ray and Peanut Butter danced with Cinderella
Chay, however, did not believe that Cinderella was real. His entire visit with her was met with skepticism and boredom. His most exciting time with her was when they listened to the train go by.
Chay and Cinderella listen to the train
PB and Ray, on the other hand, fully believed in her reality and fell instantly in love.
Oh, to be so gullible again...
Monday, March 2, 2009
After a particularly frustrating day with Chay one recent weekend, Ray decided she needed a sign on her door so that Chay knew he wasn't invited inside any more. This is what she made:
I have to say, that's a pretty good sign made by a 4 1/2 year old. But I find it all that more impressive that she knew to draw a picture of a boy with big hands just like her brother and to put a big X over him.
Now that's funny.
Monday, February 23, 2009
The turnout was pretty good, and Ray and Chay really put their heart into selling our stuff, which really entertained our customers.
We had a bunch of those plastic balls that come with all the baby toys these days laying out, and every time a new person approached us, he would run over to them and yell, "Look, we got balls! We got balls! Look, balls!"
Unfortunately, his approach didn't work. We didn't sell any balls.
Ray decided that she was ready to sell her blue fairy dress up dress. So, any time someone had a little girl with them, she would show the dress off and try to get her to try it on. She really did a sales job too, showing off the wings and pointing out why it would be a really great purchase.
Unfortunately, we didn't sell the fairy dress either.
I don't think they have a future in sales.
Monday, February 16, 2009
That's a whole roll of toilet paper stuffed into the toilet. By Chay. He spent ten minutes in time out plus a spanking for that one.
He spent nap time on Saturday painting his room in poop. Two hours after we put him down for his nap, he wandered out with no pull up and crusty poop on his butt. When we went to investigate where his actual diaper was, we discovered poop all over the white nursing chair I was getting ready to sell, his toys, and his wall. Thankfully he left his bed alone because while I can spare the nursing chair, I can't trash his bed.
He's also figured out how to unlock all of our doors, both leading outside and in. The sliding glass door that has double locks? Yeah, he's got it. The door leading to the garage. Simplicity. Two times this weekend we found ourselves chasing the little escape artist around the yard to rangle him back inside. Erik spent today installing a third lock on the sliding glass door and deadbolts (up high) on the rest of the doors leading to the outside.
He's a pickpocket, too. He routinely steals things - Ray's dolls, E's small tools, my lotions, for example - and hides them. You don't realize it until its too late and they are totally missing. Its taken us a few weeks, but we think we've figured out his favorite hiding places. But every once and a while he breaks out a new one and my favorite lotion is missing for months.
I don't think I'm going to survive the three year stage...
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
And, he's rolling with it.
We converted his crib to a toddler bed yesterday. He slept through the whole night! When I went in to check on him this morning, he was sitting quietly on his floor playing. That went much smoother than Ray's first night in the toddler bed. She woke me up that night screaming because she managed to wedge herself between the headboard and the wall. Don't ask why she climbed behind the bed, because I don't know.
We also gave up the high chair officially. He was so proud sitting at the table next to his sister eating off his plastic plate.
And, finally, the big news. He's peed twice on the potty by his own request.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
"DAAAAAADDDDDDYYYYYYYYY, the bull hurt!"
"DAAAAAADDDDDDYYYYYYYYY, the bull hurt!"
All the while grabbing himself.
So, please tell me. Do you laugh? You obviously can't explain an erection to a 2 1/2 year old. E just calmed him down and told him everything was OK and that it was a normal effect of being a boy.
Then he called me laughing his ass off...
Thursday, January 22, 2009
So, imagine my surprise when I went to leave for work today, five minutes late of course, and I find a layer of ice on my windowshield. Ice? Seriously? How am I supposed to get that off? I don't even own an ice scraper!
I ended up leaving the car running with defrost on high heat for ten minutes to get rid of it. All that did was end up making me 15 minutes late for work. No wonder I left the cold north for the "heat" of Fort Myers.
Ray doesn't understand the cold. She repeatedly says, "Mommy, we're in Florida, its not supposed to be cold. Its not like we're in Virginia."
When we woke up to frost, her immediate response was, "Hey! It snowed!" She wanted to go out to build snowmen. And buy a winter coat. She really hates the cold.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Ray rarely gets sick. I can count on one hand how many fevers she's had. Chay, on the other hand, is always sick. I don't remember the last time he didn't have a runny nose, and he has a fever at least once a month.
So, when Ray crawled into my lap last night at 6:00 burning up, heart racing, and proceeded to fall asleep, I was worried. I know, its just a cold. But she never gets sick!
Obviously, she caught whatever E and Chay had a day or two before. But they shook it off within 12 hours. Little Ray's immunity hasn't built itself up quite as much because her body just isn't used to getting sick. Isn't it weird how that happens?
She refuses to admit she's sick though. "I'm not sick, mommy. I'm just cold." Then she shivers a fake little shiver. It would be cute if it wasn't so pathetic.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Valentine's Day is OK because you get to give some people hugs. I don't like to give everyone hugs though, just the people that I like.
I like Easter cuz you get to pick up eggs.
Halloween is fun because you can dress up like a princess.
I don't like Thanksgiving though, because the slides at the soccer fields are closed and you make me eat too much food.
Christmas is OK, only because you get presents and stuff.
I love the mind of a 4 1/2 year old.