Once again, I have failed miserably to update this blog and Jonas is growing so fast and doing so much. I will never remember unless I write it down. Halloween has come and gone; too bad, I am a fan of the costumes! Jonas wanted to be Russell from Up, and we spent a lot of time making his costume. Julie & Nicole helped me make all of the merit badges out of puffy paint one Friday evening. Lots of the badges were the ones he actually had, but there were plenty we made up as well. Nicole is the undisputed puffy painting master-- Julie and I started throwing out challenges for her as the evening progressed; "I bet you can't write with it!" (she did... "Team Edward" of course), "Oh yeah, well make the Mona Lisa!" (she did... but with less detail than the original). It was good times. Brandon made his little bolo and pin, as well as helping on other elements of the costume, and I made the stuff that was left, basically just sewing patches, and a book bag. He was so cute! My dad dressed up like a very good Mr. Fredrickson and carried balloons. I think people recognized him more than Joe-- but it was super cute nonetheless. We ended up going to Green Street's fall festival, then going trick or treating in the neighborhood with the Charles'. There was some church that was doing a black light puppet show, which I thought was pretty neato. Jonas certainly seemed to like it. Afterward, we went to Allie & Seth's house to visit for a few minutes and see cute little Jensen's guitar costume. Jonas did pretty well on his candy consumption. He ate a couple of pieces, then he got a pack of nerds and ate them one at a time... which took him about 45 min.
Also in the news, dad finally caved on the no swing set thing and purchased a giant swing for Jonas and a regular swing for the rest of us to replace the rope swing. it's pretty much amazing. Jonas spent at least an hour swinging in it when he spent the night last week.
Now, for the "things Jonas says" segment. Last week he and I were eating dinner-- or rather, I was eating and he was picking and talking. I told him we might need to stop giving him an after school snack. Not missing a thing, he said "Yes, you will starve me so that I will eat my dinner." He agreed that it would probably be a good idea. We'll see how he feels once we implement this change, though.
Last week, he went to the zoo with Grandma Lisa. Brandon was questioning him about what he thought he would see at the zoo. "I will see a lion at the zoo, and he will shut his mouth like this [snaps mouth shut]!" Brandon: "what? why will he do that?" Jonas: "Bedause, that is what the lions do. Daniel sees them and they shut their mouths, snap!" Brandon then realizes he must have learned about Daniel and the lions den at school. Everything is clear now =)
I think the biggest change I have seen in Joe in the past month since last blogging is his reasoning. Like in the example above, I didn't tell him why he shouldn't eat a snack after school, he just put it together himself. It should be interesting adjusting to this newer, smarter Jonas.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Rearranging
Today we rearranged the living room. The idea was to prevent the cat from being able to get onto the kitchen counter by moving the chair across the room. In the process, we had a bunch of extra space in one corner that we converted into a dedicated "play area" for Jonas. He was thrilled! He was so excited about his play area, that he actually requested that I take pictures of him... unbelievable!
As we worked on the house, we (naturally) found goods that we did not need, so we made a trip to goodwill to shed ourselves of them. On the way back we stopped for a hot-n-ready pizza for the boys. I ran in to get it, and when I got back, I was told of the happenings while I was gone (a total of maybe a minute). Brandon had the following conversation with Jonas:
Brandon: (Looking in the mirror watching me in the store)
Jonas: Daddy, what you doing??
B: I'm looking in the mirror for mommy.
J: No, you doing this. (Makes a big "O" with his mouth) Why you doing that daddy?
B: Because I was looking for mommy. (leaving out that he was just making a dumb face to see in the mirror)
J: Oh, ok. (makes the dumb face and starts shaking his head around). I am looking for mommy too!
So cute. I hope he continues to do this when he looks for someone!
In developmental news, Jonas got his pajama bottoms on completely by himself this evening... like they were laying on the floor, I went in the bathroom to retrieve something, came back, and he was just finishing pulling them up over his pull up. wow-- he's so close to being able to dress himself... that's just craziness! When did my little toddler become a little boy?
As we worked on the house, we (naturally) found goods that we did not need, so we made a trip to goodwill to shed ourselves of them. On the way back we stopped for a hot-n-ready pizza for the boys. I ran in to get it, and when I got back, I was told of the happenings while I was gone (a total of maybe a minute). Brandon had the following conversation with Jonas:
Brandon: (Looking in the mirror watching me in the store)
Jonas: Daddy, what you doing??
B: I'm looking in the mirror for mommy.
J: No, you doing this. (Makes a big "O" with his mouth) Why you doing that daddy?
B: Because I was looking for mommy. (leaving out that he was just making a dumb face to see in the mirror)
J: Oh, ok. (makes the dumb face and starts shaking his head around). I am looking for mommy too!
So cute. I hope he continues to do this when he looks for someone!
In developmental news, Jonas got his pajama bottoms on completely by himself this evening... like they were laying on the floor, I went in the bathroom to retrieve something, came back, and he was just finishing pulling them up over his pull up. wow-- he's so close to being able to dress himself... that's just craziness! When did my little toddler become a little boy?
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Why?
...is the question we now hear a zillion times a day. Yes, officially in the "why" stage. There are other stages he is now in that we are more excited about. The "doesn't want to get his pull-up wet at night" being at the top of the list. He's decided he wants to stay dry all night, so he will now get up in the morning and come pee instead of wander the house and refuse to do so. Excellent!
Another phase he has started is a new class at school. He is now a proud member of the "older twos" class, which as far as I can see just means he is pretty much potty trained. Very good! He's also seemed to develop the ability to use conjunctions and the word "to". For example:
Me: Joe, do you want to go to the park or go walk down to the water?
Jonas: I want to walk to the water and then go to the park!
Sadly, this means that he gets upset when these events do not unfold as he describes to us. Oh well... at least he can tell us about his woes now!
Brandon told me when they were leaving this morning, Jonas looked down and saw his trains on the ground. His reaction: "Oh no! My trains are out. I will pick them up!" Whaaaaat? Um. Awesome?! Yes. I hope that trend continues!
This evening as I put Jonas to bed, he asked me to "sing 'la rain song", which is needtobreathes "washed by the water". So I did, and he decided to sing along. Now, like most two year olds (I guess) his idea of "singing" is yelling every important word. He decided it would be best to grab hold of his bed rail and jump along with it as well, so we got something like this:
Even... RAIN FALL!!
Even... Flood Risin' and I play in it (he added this last bit)
Even... durm dums (storm comes)
I is... Washed By WADER!!
Earth feet
... dum dum me! (he never can say "turn around and crucify me... so he just yells incoherently and ends with "me")
Let down!
I WONT FALL! I WONT FALL!!
You is 'round me!
It was super cute. Brandon poked his head in and asked if that was the song he thought it was... it was =).
After his "singing" he asked me to "please please please stay with me in my room". Well, how could I refuse that? So I laid there with him a couple of minutes and pretended to be asleep while I listened to him whisper to himself...
"i have a russell costume
russell costume russell costume
russell costume. russell costume! I like my russell costume! where is kevin?"
after a couple of minutes, I told him I was leaving gave him a kiss on the cheek. as I leaned over to give him a kiss, he ever so gently rubbed his hand through my hair, then stopped and said "Mommy, you can not leave." "why not?" I inquired. "Bedause, I have your hair. You can not leave now bedause I is holding your hair." wow. He sure was, too. He wasn't pulling, just holding very tightly... I told him I could leave if he let go, to which he responded "Die (try) to leave mommy. die it." I started to move, but he had my hair still. "see mommy, you can not leave, i has your hair!", says he, delighted. I got him to let go of my hair pretty quickly, but I have to admit, his logic was solid there!
Another phase he has started is a new class at school. He is now a proud member of the "older twos" class, which as far as I can see just means he is pretty much potty trained. Very good! He's also seemed to develop the ability to use conjunctions and the word "to". For example:
Me: Joe, do you want to go to the park or go walk down to the water?
Jonas: I want to walk to the water and then go to the park!
Sadly, this means that he gets upset when these events do not unfold as he describes to us. Oh well... at least he can tell us about his woes now!
Brandon told me when they were leaving this morning, Jonas looked down and saw his trains on the ground. His reaction: "Oh no! My trains are out. I will pick them up!" Whaaaaat? Um. Awesome?! Yes. I hope that trend continues!
This evening as I put Jonas to bed, he asked me to "sing 'la rain song", which is needtobreathes "washed by the water". So I did, and he decided to sing along. Now, like most two year olds (I guess) his idea of "singing" is yelling every important word. He decided it would be best to grab hold of his bed rail and jump along with it as well, so we got something like this:
Even... RAIN FALL!!
Even... Flood Risin' and I play in it (he added this last bit)
Even... durm dums (storm comes)
I is... Washed By WADER!!
Earth feet
... dum dum me! (he never can say "turn around and crucify me... so he just yells incoherently and ends with "me")
Let down!
I WONT FALL! I WONT FALL!!
You is 'round me!
It was super cute. Brandon poked his head in and asked if that was the song he thought it was... it was =).
After his "singing" he asked me to "please please please stay with me in my room". Well, how could I refuse that? So I laid there with him a couple of minutes and pretended to be asleep while I listened to him whisper to himself...
"i have a russell costume
russell costume russell costume
russell costume. russell costume! I like my russell costume! where is kevin?"
after a couple of minutes, I told him I was leaving gave him a kiss on the cheek. as I leaned over to give him a kiss, he ever so gently rubbed his hand through my hair, then stopped and said "Mommy, you can not leave." "why not?" I inquired. "Bedause, I have your hair. You can not leave now bedause I is holding your hair." wow. He sure was, too. He wasn't pulling, just holding very tightly... I told him I could leave if he let go, to which he responded "Die (try) to leave mommy. die it." I started to move, but he had my hair still. "see mommy, you can not leave, i has your hair!", says he, delighted. I got him to let go of my hair pretty quickly, but I have to admit, his logic was solid there!
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Reasoning
He doesn't just accept everything we say now. He thinks about it. Three examples from the last couple of days:
1. Jonas was sick for the past few days (more to come). He spent a full day with Brandon, which naturally meant that they watched a LOT of movies (also more to come). Brandon had gone into the bedroom to check his school work for a while, and Joe wandered in, his movie still playing.
Jonas: "Hey daddy, what you doing?"
Brandon: "I'm checking my email. Are you watching your movie?"
Jonas: "No, I'm talking to you!"
touche', thought Brandon... touche'.
2. The three of us were on our way to Jensen's first birthday party yesterday, and it was very sunny in the car. Jonas spotted his sun screen for the window laying on the floor.
Joe: "I need that on the window to get the sun out of my eyes. Help! Help! Help me stick it on la window!"
Me: "We can't help you right now, we're driving."
Joe: (instantly answering) "Mommy, you're not driving, daddy is driving! Help me! Help help!"
Me: (realizing I had been defeated) "Ok... I'll try..."
3. Tonight as we were saying prayers, Joe said he wanted to pray for him pushing Christina. So I said something like
Me: "Help Joe to stop pushing Christina, we don't want that to happen"
Joe: "Why?"
Me: "Because it hurts Christina, she doesn't like being pushed"
Joe: "Why?"
Me: "Because she doesn't like to get hurt. Do you like getting hurt?"
Joe: "No!"
Me: "Well, christina doesn't either. That's why we don't push people".
Joe: "I don't like push Christina. I push Christina, I get time out. Christina push Jonas, she has to sit in time out too!"
Me: "Yeah, time out is no fun! Do you like time out?"
Joe: "No, I don't like it!"
Me: "Ok... so you don't want to push Christina then, huh?"
Joe: "No!"
I should also qualify this conversation by saying that Jonas tells us every single day that he pushed Christina and got in time out. We are fairly certain that if this happened every day, we would know about it, so we are pretty sure he is usually making it up. Still, this is the first time he has asked "why?" that I recall. And he thought about his feelings... oooh he's getting too big!
So, besides reasoning, Joe also had another first this past week... his first stomach bug... yaaaaay. Lucky for us (well... in its own way) he first got sick at Grandma's house on Thursday morning. He was just sitting, and then he projectile vomited across the living room-- gross! Lisa told him the next time he needed to throw up to go use the potty to throw up in.
Brandon and I both had to work this past weekend (my first convention week-- exciting!) and Lisa volunteered to keep Jonas most of Saturday, and we could get him at baby Jensen's 1st birthday party. I got a call around 2 from Brandon explaining some of what happened earlier that morning. Apparently, Jonas had woken up crying for milk, which he proceeded to do for the next 45 min. Lisa finally got him some milk, only to find him fast asleep on the kitchen floor! She concluded he was still sick =). Joe slept in her lap for another hour or so, then got up and they started to watch a movie. At this point, Joe jumped up from the couch, ran into the bathroom at top speed yelling "I NEED GO THROW UP IN LA POTTY!" And he did. Lisa said she heard gross sounds coming from the bathroom, and he had, indeed, thrown up in the toilet.
Needless to say, none of us made it to Jensen's birthday party.
Joe was still sick Sunday, but only had a mild fever. We still didn't want him around people, but my mom had wanted some help cleaning out a room, so we went over there for the day. Mom asked if she could keep Jonas for the night, and after some convincing I decided that would be ok, so Joe stayed all of Monday at "young Granny and papa dave"'s house (yes, he calls my dad papa dave usually). I guess they had a big time... I was hoping to catch a glimpse of Julie before we left, but no luck-- she was still out of town.
After we got home and ready for bed, I did hear from Julie, and she came over to visit-- YAY! I love my sissies!
Tuesday, Jonas woke up with a fever AGAIN. Geez! So Brandon and Joe had a big movie day and watched Up 2.5 times, monsters Inc, thomas the train, the Bolt, and (I am embarrased to say) star wars episode 2. To be fair, Brandon only put it on because Joe was begging to "see aliens" and it was the only movie he could find that had aliens Joe didn't think were "deh-wee!!(scary)" I AM embarrassed to say that Joe went to take a nap with an hour left on the movie, and Brandon still watched it to the end... yes... for shame, hon, for shame!
Tuesday was also Jensen's real 1st birthday, and since we'd all missed the party, we got invidted to his 2nd birthday party at La Ha. We told Dayna that Joe was still sick-ish, but she said as long as they didn't share food, she didn't care... so we came. Goodness, that little boy is growing! He is sooo cute, but he's not the tiny little guy he was... Buuuut that's a good thing. =)
Today afetr work I got Joe at the disc golf course, and we went to see the Carter's house. Joe has been very concerned about it, so we go every few weeks to look at it. We ran in to Nick while we were there, exciting! Joe then insisted we go see old Granny and try to find Aunt Jill and Uncle Tim at "la new house, la clean house". So we went over there for a few and visited with Granny and Alicia.
It's been a very busy past week for Brandon, Joe and me, but life is good and there's nothing to complain about!
1. Jonas was sick for the past few days (more to come). He spent a full day with Brandon, which naturally meant that they watched a LOT of movies (also more to come). Brandon had gone into the bedroom to check his school work for a while, and Joe wandered in, his movie still playing.
Jonas: "Hey daddy, what you doing?"
Brandon: "I'm checking my email. Are you watching your movie?"
Jonas: "No, I'm talking to you!"
touche', thought Brandon... touche'.
2. The three of us were on our way to Jensen's first birthday party yesterday, and it was very sunny in the car. Jonas spotted his sun screen for the window laying on the floor.
Joe: "I need that on the window to get the sun out of my eyes. Help! Help! Help me stick it on la window!"
Me: "We can't help you right now, we're driving."
Joe: (instantly answering) "Mommy, you're not driving, daddy is driving! Help me! Help help!"
Me: (realizing I had been defeated) "Ok... I'll try..."
3. Tonight as we were saying prayers, Joe said he wanted to pray for him pushing Christina. So I said something like
Me: "Help Joe to stop pushing Christina, we don't want that to happen"
Joe: "Why?"
Me: "Because it hurts Christina, she doesn't like being pushed"
Joe: "Why?"
Me: "Because she doesn't like to get hurt. Do you like getting hurt?"
Joe: "No!"
Me: "Well, christina doesn't either. That's why we don't push people".
Joe: "I don't like push Christina. I push Christina, I get time out. Christina push Jonas, she has to sit in time out too!"
Me: "Yeah, time out is no fun! Do you like time out?"
Joe: "No, I don't like it!"
Me: "Ok... so you don't want to push Christina then, huh?"
Joe: "No!"
I should also qualify this conversation by saying that Jonas tells us every single day that he pushed Christina and got in time out. We are fairly certain that if this happened every day, we would know about it, so we are pretty sure he is usually making it up. Still, this is the first time he has asked "why?" that I recall. And he thought about his feelings... oooh he's getting too big!
So, besides reasoning, Joe also had another first this past week... his first stomach bug... yaaaaay. Lucky for us (well... in its own way) he first got sick at Grandma's house on Thursday morning. He was just sitting, and then he projectile vomited across the living room-- gross! Lisa told him the next time he needed to throw up to go use the potty to throw up in.
Brandon and I both had to work this past weekend (my first convention week-- exciting!) and Lisa volunteered to keep Jonas most of Saturday, and we could get him at baby Jensen's 1st birthday party. I got a call around 2 from Brandon explaining some of what happened earlier that morning. Apparently, Jonas had woken up crying for milk, which he proceeded to do for the next 45 min. Lisa finally got him some milk, only to find him fast asleep on the kitchen floor! She concluded he was still sick =). Joe slept in her lap for another hour or so, then got up and they started to watch a movie. At this point, Joe jumped up from the couch, ran into the bathroom at top speed yelling "I NEED GO THROW UP IN LA POTTY!" And he did. Lisa said she heard gross sounds coming from the bathroom, and he had, indeed, thrown up in the toilet.
Needless to say, none of us made it to Jensen's birthday party.
Joe was still sick Sunday, but only had a mild fever. We still didn't want him around people, but my mom had wanted some help cleaning out a room, so we went over there for the day. Mom asked if she could keep Jonas for the night, and after some convincing I decided that would be ok, so Joe stayed all of Monday at "young Granny and papa dave"'s house (yes, he calls my dad papa dave usually). I guess they had a big time... I was hoping to catch a glimpse of Julie before we left, but no luck-- she was still out of town.
After we got home and ready for bed, I did hear from Julie, and she came over to visit-- YAY! I love my sissies!
Tuesday, Jonas woke up with a fever AGAIN. Geez! So Brandon and Joe had a big movie day and watched Up 2.5 times, monsters Inc, thomas the train, the Bolt, and (I am embarrased to say) star wars episode 2. To be fair, Brandon only put it on because Joe was begging to "see aliens" and it was the only movie he could find that had aliens Joe didn't think were "deh-wee!!(scary)" I AM embarrassed to say that Joe went to take a nap with an hour left on the movie, and Brandon still watched it to the end... yes... for shame, hon, for shame!
Tuesday was also Jensen's real 1st birthday, and since we'd all missed the party, we got invidted to his 2nd birthday party at La Ha. We told Dayna that Joe was still sick-ish, but she said as long as they didn't share food, she didn't care... so we came. Goodness, that little boy is growing! He is sooo cute, but he's not the tiny little guy he was... Buuuut that's a good thing. =)
Today afetr work I got Joe at the disc golf course, and we went to see the Carter's house. Joe has been very concerned about it, so we go every few weeks to look at it. We ran in to Nick while we were there, exciting! Joe then insisted we go see old Granny and try to find Aunt Jill and Uncle Tim at "la new house, la clean house". So we went over there for a few and visited with Granny and Alicia.
It's been a very busy past week for Brandon, Joe and me, but life is good and there's nothing to complain about!
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
A Date with Jonas
RoooOOOOOWWWLLLLL! ROOOoooOooOOOWWWWWLL!
RUDY! SHUT UP!!
Is how my morning started. Our dog is small in stature, but terrifying in volume. I don't know what he saw, but he wanted us to know about it. It was about time for me to get up anyway, so I rolled out of bed and managed to dress myself in my dog-walking clothes while maintaining a state of half-asleepedness. The surprise came when I walked out to get Rudy's leash on him, and there stood Jonas, holding all of his blankets, and looking like he wasn't sure what was going on. We stared at one another for a moment before he said, "Hi Mommy, what YOU doing?" I explained that I was headed out to take the dog on a walk before it got too hot, and he asked if he could come. "Sure!", I said, and went to the car to get his stroller.
It was nice to have somebody to talk to on our walk. Jonas is well into the stage of talking out every single thing he does or sees, and this morning was no exception. He kept up a string of conversation that hardly paused for a breath...
"Oh, mommy, I see some birds flying up high in the air. Mommy, what is that? Where is the garbage man? Is he coming around the corner? Uh oh, Rudy is walking in the grass... mommy, he is pooping in the grass. You are cleaning it up. I want help! Can I help, mommy?? Eweewwwwew! That is stinky poop! hahahaha that is funny! Rudy is funny!"
...and so on. We stopped to inspect a small cicada, which Rudy licked, so it flew away. This thrilled Jonas to no end. I let Jonas hold Rudy's leash for most of the walk, during which it was clear Joe has paid attention to what Brandon and I say when we all go on walks together (mind you, it's been several months since we all went on a walk together, since it's been so hot). At one point Rudy lagged behind sniffing something, and Joe tugged the leash and said "Rudy! Hurry up, you is stuipd dog!" Ah... yes, Brandon and I do occasionally say this to Rudy when he is doing something like trying to eat dirt. Clearly Joe got the idea.
Anyway, we had a wonderful walk in the morning.
After I got off of work, I headed over to the disc golf course to pick Joe up and figure out what the rest of the evening was going to look like. I asked Joe where he wanted to go, and he replied "I want go home." "are you sure you don't want to go visit somebody? We could go see old granny, or grammy and pappa, or maybe even aunt nicole?" "No, I want go to Joe's house." So off we went towards home. I asked about Joe's school day, and as usual, he said he got a time out because he pushed Christina. I have no idea if he has ever gotten a time out for this or not, but it is the story that he tells us every day when he gets home from school. I asked him about the drawing he had brought home (labeled "fruit"). I said "what's this?" "A painting." "oh, I see. What's it a painting of?" "Ummm... colors!" Of course, colors! He is very good at coming up with correct answers that don't really answer your question. He likely would have answered the question "colors that make what" as "things that I drew." Crafty kid! Anyway, I told him I loved the painting, to which he replied "I love it too! You can't love it mommy, IIII Love it!" I told him we could both love the painting. "No! I love it. you no can love it." "ok" I conceded, "can I just really like it", "oday."(okay).
As chance would have it, this conversation caused me to forget where I was going, leading us to miss our turn onto 311. We decided to go down main st. to get home, as I had vague thoughts of getting some fast food and letting him play in a playplace somewhere on the way home. This is the point where Joe spotted the hospital and exclaimed, "MOMMY! It is la hospital!! I want go see la babies!" For some reason I was in a good enough mood that I thought that would be fun-- after all, it was only 6:15. I turned the car around, and we went to the hospital with the goal of seeing some babies. After making up to the 5th floor (Jonas jabbering about how the babies might be hiding behind the blinds the whole way), we were disappointed to see that the babies were hiding behind the blinds. Sad day.
Defeated, we were about to leave, when Joe said "I am hungry, I have some french fries please?" Well, as we were at the hospital, and we DO love us some hospital food (no lie, that stuff is delish!) We headed down to the cafeteria. Immediately I get concerned about how I am going to work out having an excited 2.5 year old in an open cafeteria, but Joe was a good as gold. He didn't grab any of the food off of the tables, and waited while I built my sandwich. He even carried the drink to the table and got us a seat while I paid!
Dinner was quite enjoyable. I got us a chicken sandwich with fries and a drink (and ketchup and mustard for dipping). Joe did not seem to understand the concept of sharing a meal, though. The first french fry I took, he said "hey mommy, you took my fry. don't take my fry, they is mine!" He wasn't really upset, just letting me know what's what. I tried to explain that we were sharing, but the next time I took a fry, he did the same thing, but this time he interjected that "mommy is mean! that is mean!" I asked him why I was mean, and he said "because you took my fry. you is mean. you stole it from me!" Again, I told him it's not mean to take a fry if we are sharing. He wasn't convinced. He decided the best way to get around me taking his fries was to just give me some, so he started taking a bite of his french fry, then dipping it and asking if I wanted a bite. I'd take a bite, and he would giggle and continue eating. Sometimes he would say "here mommy, you want a fry?" and just hand me a fry. He didn't want to exclude anybody, so Mr. Mano got to eat some fries too... and of course Mr. Mano fed Jonas a fry or two as well! We had a great time feeding each other french fries and laughing at Mr. Mano as he tried to talk with french fries in his mouth. It was a most excellent dinner, even if it was super unhealthy!
We decided to try the babies again before we left, and boy were we glad we did! There were two brand-spanking new little babies right in front of the window, and three more off to the side. Joe was beside himself with excitement. Again, he babbled furiously about the babies...
"Hey! That baby is a naked boy, he is sleeping, no, he is crying! what is that, mommy?"
"that's a stethescope so the doctor can listen to the baby's heart"
"yes... like at the doctor? I like that baby, I love him! Mommy, we taking that baby home? I want hold him!"
There was no shortage of excited grandparents and parents to tell Joe all about their new additions, either. Several other people were crowded around the window and were having a fabulous time answering all of Joe questions, "that is your baby?" "why baby is naked?" "baby is sad-- is baby sad?" One exuberant parent walked up in full scrubs and exclaimed "look, that one is my baby!" Joe didn't disappoint... he squealed and said "I like her! I want hold him!" (gender confusion...) We probably stayed and looked at the babies for an hour. One lady we were next to was a doula, and was explaining her job to me. The next minute, a nurse came over and gave one of the babies a bath and checked his temp. Joe said "what that doula doing?" Laughing, I told him she was a nurse, and the other lady was the doula. Naturally, Joe agreed with a "yeeeees..." like he totally understood =) too cute!
We finally left the hospital, and on the way home I interjected between Joe's babbling that I had a fun date with him. he said "what is that?" so I told him, "A date is when you and a girl that you like go and do something fun together, just the two of you." "Yes," he replied, "I have a date with mommy at la hospital!" And a very good date it was indeed! =)
RUDY! SHUT UP!!
Is how my morning started. Our dog is small in stature, but terrifying in volume. I don't know what he saw, but he wanted us to know about it. It was about time for me to get up anyway, so I rolled out of bed and managed to dress myself in my dog-walking clothes while maintaining a state of half-asleepedness. The surprise came when I walked out to get Rudy's leash on him, and there stood Jonas, holding all of his blankets, and looking like he wasn't sure what was going on. We stared at one another for a moment before he said, "Hi Mommy, what YOU doing?" I explained that I was headed out to take the dog on a walk before it got too hot, and he asked if he could come. "Sure!", I said, and went to the car to get his stroller.
It was nice to have somebody to talk to on our walk. Jonas is well into the stage of talking out every single thing he does or sees, and this morning was no exception. He kept up a string of conversation that hardly paused for a breath...
"Oh, mommy, I see some birds flying up high in the air. Mommy, what is that? Where is the garbage man? Is he coming around the corner? Uh oh, Rudy is walking in the grass... mommy, he is pooping in the grass. You are cleaning it up. I want help! Can I help, mommy?? Eweewwwwew! That is stinky poop! hahahaha that is funny! Rudy is funny!"
...and so on. We stopped to inspect a small cicada, which Rudy licked, so it flew away. This thrilled Jonas to no end. I let Jonas hold Rudy's leash for most of the walk, during which it was clear Joe has paid attention to what Brandon and I say when we all go on walks together (mind you, it's been several months since we all went on a walk together, since it's been so hot). At one point Rudy lagged behind sniffing something, and Joe tugged the leash and said "Rudy! Hurry up, you is stuipd dog!" Ah... yes, Brandon and I do occasionally say this to Rudy when he is doing something like trying to eat dirt. Clearly Joe got the idea.
Anyway, we had a wonderful walk in the morning.
After I got off of work, I headed over to the disc golf course to pick Joe up and figure out what the rest of the evening was going to look like. I asked Joe where he wanted to go, and he replied "I want go home." "are you sure you don't want to go visit somebody? We could go see old granny, or grammy and pappa, or maybe even aunt nicole?" "No, I want go to Joe's house." So off we went towards home. I asked about Joe's school day, and as usual, he said he got a time out because he pushed Christina. I have no idea if he has ever gotten a time out for this or not, but it is the story that he tells us every day when he gets home from school. I asked him about the drawing he had brought home (labeled "fruit"). I said "what's this?" "A painting." "oh, I see. What's it a painting of?" "Ummm... colors!" Of course, colors! He is very good at coming up with correct answers that don't really answer your question. He likely would have answered the question "colors that make what" as "things that I drew." Crafty kid! Anyway, I told him I loved the painting, to which he replied "I love it too! You can't love it mommy, IIII Love it!" I told him we could both love the painting. "No! I love it. you no can love it." "ok" I conceded, "can I just really like it", "oday."(okay).
As chance would have it, this conversation caused me to forget where I was going, leading us to miss our turn onto 311. We decided to go down main st. to get home, as I had vague thoughts of getting some fast food and letting him play in a playplace somewhere on the way home. This is the point where Joe spotted the hospital and exclaimed, "MOMMY! It is la hospital!! I want go see la babies!" For some reason I was in a good enough mood that I thought that would be fun-- after all, it was only 6:15. I turned the car around, and we went to the hospital with the goal of seeing some babies. After making up to the 5th floor (Jonas jabbering about how the babies might be hiding behind the blinds the whole way), we were disappointed to see that the babies were hiding behind the blinds. Sad day.
Defeated, we were about to leave, when Joe said "I am hungry, I have some french fries please?" Well, as we were at the hospital, and we DO love us some hospital food (no lie, that stuff is delish!) We headed down to the cafeteria. Immediately I get concerned about how I am going to work out having an excited 2.5 year old in an open cafeteria, but Joe was a good as gold. He didn't grab any of the food off of the tables, and waited while I built my sandwich. He even carried the drink to the table and got us a seat while I paid!
Dinner was quite enjoyable. I got us a chicken sandwich with fries and a drink (and ketchup and mustard for dipping). Joe did not seem to understand the concept of sharing a meal, though. The first french fry I took, he said "hey mommy, you took my fry. don't take my fry, they is mine!" He wasn't really upset, just letting me know what's what. I tried to explain that we were sharing, but the next time I took a fry, he did the same thing, but this time he interjected that "mommy is mean! that is mean!" I asked him why I was mean, and he said "because you took my fry. you is mean. you stole it from me!" Again, I told him it's not mean to take a fry if we are sharing. He wasn't convinced. He decided the best way to get around me taking his fries was to just give me some, so he started taking a bite of his french fry, then dipping it and asking if I wanted a bite. I'd take a bite, and he would giggle and continue eating. Sometimes he would say "here mommy, you want a fry?" and just hand me a fry. He didn't want to exclude anybody, so Mr. Mano got to eat some fries too... and of course Mr. Mano fed Jonas a fry or two as well! We had a great time feeding each other french fries and laughing at Mr. Mano as he tried to talk with french fries in his mouth. It was a most excellent dinner, even if it was super unhealthy!
We decided to try the babies again before we left, and boy were we glad we did! There were two brand-spanking new little babies right in front of the window, and three more off to the side. Joe was beside himself with excitement. Again, he babbled furiously about the babies...
"Hey! That baby is a naked boy, he is sleeping, no, he is crying! what is that, mommy?"
"that's a stethescope so the doctor can listen to the baby's heart"
"yes... like at the doctor? I like that baby, I love him! Mommy, we taking that baby home? I want hold him!"
There was no shortage of excited grandparents and parents to tell Joe all about their new additions, either. Several other people were crowded around the window and were having a fabulous time answering all of Joe questions, "that is your baby?" "why baby is naked?" "baby is sad-- is baby sad?" One exuberant parent walked up in full scrubs and exclaimed "look, that one is my baby!" Joe didn't disappoint... he squealed and said "I like her! I want hold him!" (gender confusion...) We probably stayed and looked at the babies for an hour. One lady we were next to was a doula, and was explaining her job to me. The next minute, a nurse came over and gave one of the babies a bath and checked his temp. Joe said "what that doula doing?" Laughing, I told him she was a nurse, and the other lady was the doula. Naturally, Joe agreed with a "yeeeees..." like he totally understood =) too cute!
We finally left the hospital, and on the way home I interjected between Joe's babbling that I had a fun date with him. he said "what is that?" so I told him, "A date is when you and a girl that you like go and do something fun together, just the two of you." "Yes," he replied, "I have a date with mommy at la hospital!" And a very good date it was indeed! =)
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Totally Losing It
I'm pretty sure Jonas woke up this morning in a bad mood. Brandon usually wakes Joe up around 7:15, after I'm out of the shower, and gets him ready for the day. This morning, however, the first words out of Joe's mouth were whining ones. "Where is mommy? I want mommy come get meeeeeheeeeheeee" (remember, whiney, not laughing). Brandon, very reasonably, said that I was getting ready for work and I couldn't come get him out of bed, but that Joe could come find me and say good morning. This was the start of the meltdown of the year. Joe totally lost it. he started screaming and crying and insisted that I come and get him. Well, at this point, I couldn't go in there, because then he would learn that he got his way when he pitched a fit, so Brandon counted him. This was to no avail. Joe got to 3 and got his spanking pretty quickly. This made him more hysterical (usually, it is quite the opposite).
Since the whole ordeal had taken about 10 minutes, I was dressed and ready to go. Joe had quite forgotten why he was hysterical in the first place, and had changed his mind to simply saying that he did not want to leave his room. Brandon was starting to get frustrated, as would you, were you in a room with a very angry 2.5 year old. So, I started to count him from the other room. He alllllmost decided to listen, but then blatantly disobeyed... so he got his second spanking. At this point, Brandon and I are both in the room with him, and he is laying on his bed kicking and screaming "I NO WANT LEAVE MY ROOM!!"
I told Brandon to go ahead and get his other stuff ready and I would take a shift, since It was clear this wasn't going to blow over. I got Jonas calm enough that I was sure he could hear me, and told him he had to come out of his room before I counted to three, or he would receive his third spanking of the morning, and I would remove him from his room anyway. I got to 2 before he, crying hysterically and muttering, waled to the door. He stuck his foot into the hallway, then covered his face, and ran behind his door screaming "I NO WANT LEAVE MY ROOM!". Well, it killed me to have to do it, but I gave him his third, yes, third, spanking of the morning, and carried his flailing body into the main room. At this point, he was so hysterical that I sat on the couch with him and held his little body firmly so that he couldn't move anywhere, and whispered quietly into his ear "I love you little boy, calm down". Eventually the flailing stopped, and we were just left with a sobbing child who continued to mutter over and over "i no want leave my room."
It had been about 45 min. since he woke up. I was late, he was late, it was no good. I really needed to eat, and Brandon volunteered to take him back, at which point, he decided to start freaking out again (no surprise). I ate as fast as I could, and gave both my boys hugs and kisses, and left for work, feeling guilty that there wasn't more I could do. I could hear Joe's enraged screams of "MOMMY, DON'T GO AT WORK!!" as I sat in my car outside.
Brandon called me at 8:15 to give me the report of how the rest of the morning went. He said that he determined that Joe had wanted to go in his room to calm down (a tactic we have used in the past), so he let joe walk back to his room for about 3 min-- the longest he could wait to get Joe to school before breakfast. As soon as he came to get the now calm Jonas, Joe starting to totally lose it again. Having no choice, he wrestled Jonas into his clothes, the whole time kicking and screaming. The ride to school was more the sobbing and muttering than screams, thankfully. Brandon said as they entered the school, Jonas decided it was time to be clingy and make nice with daddy. Brandon told the teacher (Ms. Keisha) what was going on, and Ms. Keisha smiled and said "ok, Joe, let's go to breakfast!" Jonas loses it again. This time in a "NO WANT GO WITH MISS KEISHA, WANT DADDY!" sort of way. Brandon said you would have thought he'd dropped Joe off at a concentration camp as crazy as Joe was acting. Ms Keisha was carrying joe away, but Jonas was reaching over her shoulder for Brandon like he'd never see him again... the whole time screaming and puffy eyed from his hour or so of crying and screaming.
Oh, the joys of parenting!
Of course, when I got home Joe was perfectly fine, as if nothing had happened. I didn't think about it till I mentioned the tantrum at work, but somebody said it must be because of the full moon-- and I bet he's right... Joe does seem to go crazier when the moon is full!
Since the whole ordeal had taken about 10 minutes, I was dressed and ready to go. Joe had quite forgotten why he was hysterical in the first place, and had changed his mind to simply saying that he did not want to leave his room. Brandon was starting to get frustrated, as would you, were you in a room with a very angry 2.5 year old. So, I started to count him from the other room. He alllllmost decided to listen, but then blatantly disobeyed... so he got his second spanking. At this point, Brandon and I are both in the room with him, and he is laying on his bed kicking and screaming "I NO WANT LEAVE MY ROOM!!"
I told Brandon to go ahead and get his other stuff ready and I would take a shift, since It was clear this wasn't going to blow over. I got Jonas calm enough that I was sure he could hear me, and told him he had to come out of his room before I counted to three, or he would receive his third spanking of the morning, and I would remove him from his room anyway. I got to 2 before he, crying hysterically and muttering, waled to the door. He stuck his foot into the hallway, then covered his face, and ran behind his door screaming "I NO WANT LEAVE MY ROOM!". Well, it killed me to have to do it, but I gave him his third, yes, third, spanking of the morning, and carried his flailing body into the main room. At this point, he was so hysterical that I sat on the couch with him and held his little body firmly so that he couldn't move anywhere, and whispered quietly into his ear "I love you little boy, calm down". Eventually the flailing stopped, and we were just left with a sobbing child who continued to mutter over and over "i no want leave my room."
It had been about 45 min. since he woke up. I was late, he was late, it was no good. I really needed to eat, and Brandon volunteered to take him back, at which point, he decided to start freaking out again (no surprise). I ate as fast as I could, and gave both my boys hugs and kisses, and left for work, feeling guilty that there wasn't more I could do. I could hear Joe's enraged screams of "MOMMY, DON'T GO AT WORK!!" as I sat in my car outside.
Brandon called me at 8:15 to give me the report of how the rest of the morning went. He said that he determined that Joe had wanted to go in his room to calm down (a tactic we have used in the past), so he let joe walk back to his room for about 3 min-- the longest he could wait to get Joe to school before breakfast. As soon as he came to get the now calm Jonas, Joe starting to totally lose it again. Having no choice, he wrestled Jonas into his clothes, the whole time kicking and screaming. The ride to school was more the sobbing and muttering than screams, thankfully. Brandon said as they entered the school, Jonas decided it was time to be clingy and make nice with daddy. Brandon told the teacher (Ms. Keisha) what was going on, and Ms. Keisha smiled and said "ok, Joe, let's go to breakfast!" Jonas loses it again. This time in a "NO WANT GO WITH MISS KEISHA, WANT DADDY!" sort of way. Brandon said you would have thought he'd dropped Joe off at a concentration camp as crazy as Joe was acting. Ms Keisha was carrying joe away, but Jonas was reaching over her shoulder for Brandon like he'd never see him again... the whole time screaming and puffy eyed from his hour or so of crying and screaming.
Oh, the joys of parenting!
Of course, when I got home Joe was perfectly fine, as if nothing had happened. I didn't think about it till I mentioned the tantrum at work, but somebody said it must be because of the full moon-- and I bet he's right... Joe does seem to go crazier when the moon is full!
Monday, July 19, 2010
Warning Fail
Tonight Jonas was playing in the bathtub when he decided to stand up, then jump to a sitting position. He does this pretty commonly outside of the tub... I guess it doesn't hurt his butt like it would mine. Either way, I told him he was not to do it again, because he could get hurt really really bad. He didn't seem convinced, as he began to test this new limit by squatting in the tub. I told him he could fall and hurt his head, and that would be terrible! HE stared at me, and said
"I need medicine?"
"yeah, you might"
my inner dialogue thought as I pondered my words...
"If you fall and get hurt, we might have to go to the hospital"
"go to the ho-bi-doh? see la babies?"
"they might give you a shot"
"I like shots"
"do you know what shots are? its a sharp metal needle they poke you with"
"POKE! POKE! hahaha!"
"I need medicine?"
"yeah, you might"
"If you fall and get hurt, we might have to go to the hospital"
"go to the ho-bi-doh? see la babies?"
"they might give you a shot"
"I like shots"
"do you know what shots are? its a sharp metal needle they poke you with"
"POKE! POKE! hahaha!"
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