I will try to get this story right, as it came from Brandon’s POV.
Yesterday, Brandon and Jonas were outside playing, when Jonas spotted one of his favorite things to spot: The Moon.
J: MOON!! MOON!
B: yeah, Joe, that’s the moon!
J: Reach moon! (stretches arms over head)
B: Well, I don’t think you’re tall enough, buddy.
J: (looks a little miffed, but recovering quickly) Daddy reach moon!
B: (stretches his arms up) Nope, it looks like daddy isn’t tall enough either.
J: Daddy pee-up Joedis (pick up Jonas). Reach moon! Touch Moon!
B: Well, I can, but I think we’ll still be too far away.
J: (now slightly defeated, changes his mind and points to his chest.). Joedis Eat moon. (now reaches both hands up and brings to moutn several times)
B: Oh! You want to eat the moon?
J: seees (yeeees)
B: What do you think the moon tastes like?
J: hmmm (taps finger on mouth while contemplating). Moon pice-dee! (spicy)
B: (laughs) You think the moon is spicy, huh?
J: ses! Need te-up (ketchup) eat moon!
B: Oh, you need ketchup? Well, that will make it less spicy.
Now other stories from this week. On Tuesday, Brandon (as usual) got Jonas from school, where he was told that Jonas had pooped in his underwear at nap time, and neglected to tell anyone about it. Mrs. Michelle, his teacher, had a stuffy nose and didn’t smell anything, but as Joe was walking around, apparently a turd fell out of his pants and that was when they realized something was amiss. Hehe, poor kid!
Last night, after Jonas wanted to eat the moon we went out to eat. We’ve been trying to go to this new Japanese hibachi grill near our house, but it’s been too crowded every time we’ve tried to go. Jonas has been very disappointed every time. He was very excited about the “foo fies! Hambadurs! Ra-a-not!” (French fries, hamburgers, restaurant). Since we couldn’t get in, we settled for Mexican. Jonas insisted on sitting in the booth with us, and to our pleasant surprise, he was a very sweet little boy there. He got a booster seat and enjoyed his chips with pice (spice). He decided he needed some salt and pepper on his chips, and (like any other kid) proceeded to WAY overload them. We felt this was a learning moment and let him try his chips... he did not care for them. =) He shortly thereafter wanted Brandon's lemon.. and what parents would we be if we didn’t give him the lemon?? Also hilarious. He screwed his face up, eyes closed, and shaking… it was awesome.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
NO write a title!
As I have mentioned before, Jonas has been ridiculous. Here are some recent examples:
Sunday, Brandon and I are talking about which way to go back from church that most easily passes the grocery store. Brandon asked if we should take West Market Street, I agreed. Jonas, however-- Jonas decided to chime in "NO date West Mardet Deet." (no take west market street!). Brandon and I simply looked at each other as if to say "did that really just happen?!"
Now for Monday...(this is Brandon writing this paragraph) Jonas started the day off a little sick, so we spent the morning on the couch watching The Mighty Ducks, got some Wendy's for lunch, and then he took a splendid 3 hour nap. he woke up, we went for a walk and called grandma to see if she could get on Skype for a video call. she had to eat first so while she went off to do that, jonas asked for a pb&j sandwich. he had been good so i obliged. i figured grandma was gonna call any minute so i asked him if he would like to finish his sandwich sitting at the computer. he said yes so i got him out of his chair and set him on the floor. i grabbed my can of soda walked to the computer telling jonas to follow me. meltdown. he started screaming "daddy, pick up" over and over. i told him "no, i can't pick you up, i have a drink in my hand." (sure i could have put the drink down, but he was just being ridiculous. besides, he is perfectly capable of walking the 20 feet to our bedroom) i sat at the computer and waited for him to come in. he made it to the corner, just far enough for me to see him from my chair, and screamed louder "daddy, pick up". i told him i would pick him up when he got to the chair. "daddy, pick up right here". i then ignored him, he knew the deal, but after about 4 minutes of hysterical "daddy, pick up right here," i started to count him. his scream changed to "daddy pick up right here. no three spankin." needless to say, he got to 3. he then ran in the opposite direction (proving that he was capable of moving on his own, by the way). i caught him, took away the remains of his sandwich, administered a spank, and put him in his room. i told him he could come out when he was ready to quit being ridiculous..........5 minutes of screaming later, i hear his door open and close. i asked if he was coming out and he calmly answered "yes". he then proceeded to walk to the bedroom door and say "daddy pick up right there," and pointed to the spot he had been standing in for earlier fit. i said no, and he started to lose it again. this time he stopped when i got to 2. he said he had to pee so i took him to the bathroom. he finished, we got his pants up and i started to head back to the computer. this time he asked very calmly, "daddy, pick up right here pleeeeaaaasssssse." so i said, "yes, see how much easier that is when you ask nicely without whining?"..."yyyyeeeesssss". then we talked to grandma but it was more like jonas ignoring her and trying to get into everything on the desk...anyways, the kid is ridiculous.
Sunday, Brandon and I are talking about which way to go back from church that most easily passes the grocery store. Brandon asked if we should take West Market Street, I agreed. Jonas, however-- Jonas decided to chime in "NO date West Mardet Deet." (no take west market street!). Brandon and I simply looked at each other as if to say "did that really just happen?!"
Now for Monday...(this is Brandon writing this paragraph) Jonas started the day off a little sick, so we spent the morning on the couch watching The Mighty Ducks, got some Wendy's for lunch, and then he took a splendid 3 hour nap. he woke up, we went for a walk and called grandma to see if she could get on Skype for a video call. she had to eat first so while she went off to do that, jonas asked for a pb&j sandwich. he had been good so i obliged. i figured grandma was gonna call any minute so i asked him if he would like to finish his sandwich sitting at the computer. he said yes so i got him out of his chair and set him on the floor. i grabbed my can of soda walked to the computer telling jonas to follow me. meltdown. he started screaming "daddy, pick up" over and over. i told him "no, i can't pick you up, i have a drink in my hand." (sure i could have put the drink down, but he was just being ridiculous. besides, he is perfectly capable of walking the 20 feet to our bedroom) i sat at the computer and waited for him to come in. he made it to the corner, just far enough for me to see him from my chair, and screamed louder "daddy, pick up". i told him i would pick him up when he got to the chair. "daddy, pick up right here". i then ignored him, he knew the deal, but after about 4 minutes of hysterical "daddy, pick up right here," i started to count him. his scream changed to "daddy pick up right here. no three spankin." needless to say, he got to 3. he then ran in the opposite direction (proving that he was capable of moving on his own, by the way). i caught him, took away the remains of his sandwich, administered a spank, and put him in his room. i told him he could come out when he was ready to quit being ridiculous..........5 minutes of screaming later, i hear his door open and close. i asked if he was coming out and he calmly answered "yes". he then proceeded to walk to the bedroom door and say "daddy pick up right there," and pointed to the spot he had been standing in for earlier fit. i said no, and he started to lose it again. this time he stopped when i got to 2. he said he had to pee so i took him to the bathroom. he finished, we got his pants up and i started to head back to the computer. this time he asked very calmly, "daddy, pick up right here pleeeeaaaasssssse." so i said, "yes, see how much easier that is when you ask nicely without whining?"..."yyyyeeeesssss". then we talked to grandma but it was more like jonas ignoring her and trying to get into everything on the desk...anyways, the kid is ridiculous.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Bite marks and sticker residue
Let's begin with a story from this past Friday, where Jonas was, as always, at grandma's house. Lisa has a bunch of foam letters that are used for making posters. They have some heavy duty sticky-tape on the back if you can peel off that backing. She had given some to Jonas to play with. A few minutes go by, and she hears Jonas asking for help (nee 'elp!). Since he asks for help ALL THE TIME, she mostly ignored him, only to hear cries of "NEE 'ELP!! BALLS NEE 'ELP!! Pee-nis nee 'elp!!" Well, THAT got her attention! =) She ran in to see that he had removed the backing to a letter "N" and had promptly decided where it needed to be placed. Not wanting to half-heart it, he had pushed it on there REALLY well. Well enough that she had time to locate and turn on her camera (2 minutes-ish) before he finally managed to pull the thing off! Yes, there waqs a video, no I will never post it... I think we've already deleted it. Hilarious!
Today Jonas came home from school with a perfectly round bite mark on his forearm, and an "ouch report" along with it. Now, I know what you're thinking... and it would make sense: he got bitten. NO- this is not the case. He, in fact, decided it would be a good idea to suck on his arm for the better part of the afternoon today, despite being told to stop. result: hickey with tooth marks. Lovely. It looks pretty bad-- like, to the point that a parent at the park saw his arm when he was on the play equipment and commented that it looked like he had a good bite mark there. goodness... i don't think they believed me when i told them it was self-inflicted!
Brandon and I are slowly trudging through Jonas's "terrible two's". And yes, they are terrible. Let the record show that while I generally update this blog with all of Joe's cuteness, it's not because he's nothing but precious. That child is SUPER whiney, testing every chance he gets, actively defiant, etc. Oh my goodness, these are certainly the days of wondering why we thought kids were a good idea. I've come to the conclusion that God must have made children adorable so that they wouldn't be killed at a young age.... yes. this makes sense to me! Anyway, there's always good sprinkled in there, and even when he's at his most obnoxious, we can usually look back and laugh. For example:
On saturday, Jonas was running around outside and fell and scraped his knee. Yes, he is a real boy now. Anyway, the actual abrasion was about the size of a thumbprint, and the area that made it through enough layers of skin to draw blood was no bigger than a small paper cut-- so anything but dire. You would have thought the child had been drug through the town behind a chariot or something! I mean, ok, I expected the poor guy to be upset when he first fell, but he went way above and beyond the call of duty for "hurT nee!" theatrics the rest of the evening.
He walked around without bending his leg (when he remembered he had fallen, that is), he even crawled around without using his knee for a while when he saw his band aid again. The child even LIMPED around the house for a while after his bath because he could see his band aid again and was reminded of the tragic knee-scraping incedent of '10. While we were taking a bath, he would dig his finger into the band aid and scream "KNEE HURTS!!! HURT KNEE!" to which we would respond "well, you are hitting your knee, that probably does hurt." Poor kid. we finally decided the band-aid was coming off so we could stop the theatrics. That worked perfectly. He hasn't had a problem since. Of course, now i'm scared of what his drama skills will be when hes older if he's this bad at 2!
Ok, I admit, I know that was supposed to be a "funny later" story, but it was really pretty funny at the time.
This reminded me of his stalling yesterday. He got in trouble playing outside because he ran away and refused to come back-- getting closer and closer to the road. Obviously, this didn't fly, so we told him he could either walk himself back to the house for time out, or we could carry him back for time out and a spanking. Needless to say, he chose to take himself. To stall his punishment, he (of course) walked as slowly as possible, which we sped up by counting him; and he also walked in as many zig-zag's as possible by walking by ever single tree or bush, sticking out his hand and saying "moo-me tee" (excuse me, tree!), "moo-mee l'l'l'l tee!" (excuse me little tree!), "Sozzie bush, moo-me" (sorry bush, excuse me) and so on. **sigh** well, i guess that's points for creativity at least! =)
Today Jonas came home from school with a perfectly round bite mark on his forearm, and an "ouch report" along with it. Now, I know what you're thinking... and it would make sense: he got bitten. NO- this is not the case. He, in fact, decided it would be a good idea to suck on his arm for the better part of the afternoon today, despite being told to stop. result: hickey with tooth marks. Lovely. It looks pretty bad-- like, to the point that a parent at the park saw his arm when he was on the play equipment and commented that it looked like he had a good bite mark there. goodness... i don't think they believed me when i told them it was self-inflicted!
Brandon and I are slowly trudging through Jonas's "terrible two's". And yes, they are terrible. Let the record show that while I generally update this blog with all of Joe's cuteness, it's not because he's nothing but precious. That child is SUPER whiney, testing every chance he gets, actively defiant, etc. Oh my goodness, these are certainly the days of wondering why we thought kids were a good idea. I've come to the conclusion that God must have made children adorable so that they wouldn't be killed at a young age.... yes. this makes sense to me! Anyway, there's always good sprinkled in there, and even when he's at his most obnoxious, we can usually look back and laugh. For example:
On saturday, Jonas was running around outside and fell and scraped his knee. Yes, he is a real boy now. Anyway, the actual abrasion was about the size of a thumbprint, and the area that made it through enough layers of skin to draw blood was no bigger than a small paper cut-- so anything but dire. You would have thought the child had been drug through the town behind a chariot or something! I mean, ok, I expected the poor guy to be upset when he first fell, but he went way above and beyond the call of duty for "hurT nee!" theatrics the rest of the evening.
He walked around without bending his leg (when he remembered he had fallen, that is), he even crawled around without using his knee for a while when he saw his band aid again. The child even LIMPED around the house for a while after his bath because he could see his band aid again and was reminded of the tragic knee-scraping incedent of '10. While we were taking a bath, he would dig his finger into the band aid and scream "KNEE HURTS!!! HURT KNEE!" to which we would respond "well, you are hitting your knee, that probably does hurt." Poor kid. we finally decided the band-aid was coming off so we could stop the theatrics. That worked perfectly. He hasn't had a problem since. Of course, now i'm scared of what his drama skills will be when hes older if he's this bad at 2!
Ok, I admit, I know that was supposed to be a "funny later" story, but it was really pretty funny at the time.
This reminded me of his stalling yesterday. He got in trouble playing outside because he ran away and refused to come back-- getting closer and closer to the road. Obviously, this didn't fly, so we told him he could either walk himself back to the house for time out, or we could carry him back for time out and a spanking. Needless to say, he chose to take himself. To stall his punishment, he (of course) walked as slowly as possible, which we sped up by counting him; and he also walked in as many zig-zag's as possible by walking by ever single tree or bush, sticking out his hand and saying "moo-me tee" (excuse me, tree!), "moo-mee l'l'l'l tee!" (excuse me little tree!), "Sozzie bush, moo-me" (sorry bush, excuse me) and so on. **sigh** well, i guess that's points for creativity at least! =)
Thursday, April 8, 2010
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