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
Friday, March 26, 2010
A bad cough
Jonas has had this terrible cough the past week. It sounds like it hurts him a lot, but he's only said it hurt once in the past week. We've been giving him children's Robitussin, which seems to be having little to no effect on him whatsoever. He does, however, complain that it is "spicy!" and makes a hilarious face when we give it to him.
The past several days Jonas has run out of the house yelling that he wants to "dive dar!" (Drive car!). His new favorite thing is to sit in the driver's seat of the car and play with all of the buttons, fix the a/c pretend to turn the wheel, etc. It's super cute, and keeps him well occupied. He has gotten pretty upset that I wouldn't give him the keys and let him actually dive the dar. Poor kid.
Yesterday when he was diving the dar, he decided Rudy needed to come in too, so he opened up the door to call him... of course, as you and I know, car doors have a couple of preset openings, and Jonas failed to let go once he started opening the door, so he got dragged out of the dar by the door. Luckily (ish) I saw what was happening and tried to stop it by grabbing his shirt. All this did, however, was slow his descent to the pavement. He still sloooooowly fell face first on the pavement. Sure, he didn't really get hurt, it just scared him... and was hilarious.
Yesterday Jonas also decided to give me his Taggie for me to take to work. Brandon was trying to get him comfortable with the idea that he wasn't going to be able to take Taggie with him to school anymore, and he suggested that maybe mommy needed it more than Joe did. So he thought it over for a minute, then ran into the kitchen holding out Taggie and said "Take Taggie, Mommy, take Taggie." It was sooo cute, so I had to take it! It kept my feet warm all the way to work.
Today is picture day at Joe's school... I wonder how that will go... wow, speaking of school, he has been doing so well using the potty at school, and at home, actually. It's been super! Last Thursday, Lisa picked Joe up from school, and told us about a story he told her from his school day. I will do my best to remember it verbaetum:
L:Joe, did you play with your friends today?
J: seeees. (yes)
L: Cool! Who did you play with?
J: Christina. (yes, he did pronounce it properly)
L: Christina? What did you and Christina play?
J: My toy! My toy! No! MY TOY!
L: Did you have a fight over a toy with Christina?
J: seees.
L: Well, what did Christina do?
J: Peeees (please)
L: and then what did you do?
J: sair toy (share toy).
More adoreableness.
Work is going ok. I may have some work to do by tomorrow... but I'm not holding my breath for it.
The past several days Jonas has run out of the house yelling that he wants to "dive dar!" (Drive car!). His new favorite thing is to sit in the driver's seat of the car and play with all of the buttons, fix the a/c pretend to turn the wheel, etc. It's super cute, and keeps him well occupied. He has gotten pretty upset that I wouldn't give him the keys and let him actually dive the dar. Poor kid.
Yesterday when he was diving the dar, he decided Rudy needed to come in too, so he opened up the door to call him... of course, as you and I know, car doors have a couple of preset openings, and Jonas failed to let go once he started opening the door, so he got dragged out of the dar by the door. Luckily (ish) I saw what was happening and tried to stop it by grabbing his shirt. All this did, however, was slow his descent to the pavement. He still sloooooowly fell face first on the pavement. Sure, he didn't really get hurt, it just scared him... and was hilarious.
Yesterday Jonas also decided to give me his Taggie for me to take to work. Brandon was trying to get him comfortable with the idea that he wasn't going to be able to take Taggie with him to school anymore, and he suggested that maybe mommy needed it more than Joe did. So he thought it over for a minute, then ran into the kitchen holding out Taggie and said "Take Taggie, Mommy, take Taggie." It was sooo cute, so I had to take it! It kept my feet warm all the way to work.
Today is picture day at Joe's school... I wonder how that will go... wow, speaking of school, he has been doing so well using the potty at school, and at home, actually. It's been super! Last Thursday, Lisa picked Joe up from school, and told us about a story he told her from his school day. I will do my best to remember it verbaetum:
L:Joe, did you play with your friends today?
J: seeees. (yes)
L: Cool! Who did you play with?
J: Christina. (yes, he did pronounce it properly)
L: Christina? What did you and Christina play?
J: My toy! My toy! No! MY TOY!
L: Did you have a fight over a toy with Christina?
J: seees.
L: Well, what did Christina do?
J: Peeees (please)
L: and then what did you do?
J: sair toy (share toy).
More adoreableness.
Work is going ok. I may have some work to do by tomorrow... but I'm not holding my breath for it.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Job transition and milk sniffing
The past couple of weeks have been all kinds of craziness. I went in to sign paperwork for MA, and for the third time asked about my current MLM ties, and was finally told what I suspected, that I would have to stop working for any MLM's that were direct competitors... so I have spent the past two seeks scrambling to get some serious changes made to the current system I had and making some stuff at least quazai-standable standards of code. But, now it's all done, and thank goodness-- I don't know how I wuld have handled burning the candle at both ends.... or all three ends I guess! If you ever think you could be a work-at-home-mom, DON'T. You can't. Well, you CAN, but you would just be bad at both jobs... and that's no fun. Anyway...
Jonas occasionally asks me to draw pictures for him during bath time. Recently, he has been asking me to draw a "bebe" (baby) in a "bath" with a "mommy bee-side bebe". Easy enough. Sometimes he will attempt to copy, and it's usually pretty cute. A few days ago, though, he asked me to draw him a "ms keisha" and a "ms keisha" beside the first ms. keisha, and a "ne-ed bebe" beside that ms keisha, and a "ta-eeh (towel) fah-ded (folded)" beside the baby. He pitched a gigantic fit because the towel didn't have a hood, though. So I drew a hood and he calmed down... whew!
Brandon and I have gotten really into the olympics this year... especially curling! I suppose it's because we have both had the whole two weeks at home while jonas has been at school. Not that we've not been working tirelessly, butthere's been some kind of olympics on in the background. MAN, I don't know what it is about curling, but we watched it for hours and hours and weren't bored. I totally want to try it now. I hear there's a place in Raleigh... hmmmmm...
Jonas is doing much better in school. He still wakes up and says "no doo!" (no school... why he pronounces it this way is beyond me...) but he's been going fairly happily, and usually wets 0-1 outfits a day, so pretty good. He always talks about hte stuff he does there,,, usually involving some sort of sport. Oh, what will we do if he is good at sports? We are sooo not... oh well, I guess we'll manage!
Jonas is becoming increasingly difficult... yes, the classic "terrible twos". He (naturally) throws fits over just about anything, from insisting he wants to burn his mouth, to always being a ne-ed boy, to "need" ing candy, wanting to be held all the time (or never), changing his mind in a split second, you name it, he's probably pitched a fit over it. He is also a stubborn "i'll PROVE i'm right kind of kid too. I imagine brandon and I were both the same way, i don't know. for example:
A few days ago we had some old milk jugs that we had neglected to throw out. Jonas was playing with them, banging them together to make noice, kicking them and saying "aaaah- doosh!", etc. He decided he wanted to take off the lid at some point. I told him "Let's leave the lid on buddy, it's stinky in there." but no, jonas insists we take the lid off. so I said "Fine, but if you take it off you have to smell it, ok?" "yes!" The lid comes off. He takes a deep whif. Instantly he stiffens and pulls the jug away from his nose, his face goes blank but his eyes are telling-- they're watering at the sides with restraint. Holding back my laughter I asked him if it smelled good. He didn't say anything, but instead just nodded "yes" stiffly. So I said, "do you want to smell it again?" to which he gave an even slower and claculated nod. "Ok, then smell it!" well, he was in his little game now, he had to see it through, and sure enough, he lifted that disgusting thing to his nose and "smelled" it. what he actually did was hold his breath and wiggle his head a little to make him look like he was sniffing. he announced "mmm!" and then sat the jug down and walked away... ah, to be young and stubborn!
Jonas occasionally asks me to draw pictures for him during bath time. Recently, he has been asking me to draw a "bebe" (baby) in a "bath" with a "mommy bee-side bebe". Easy enough. Sometimes he will attempt to copy, and it's usually pretty cute. A few days ago, though, he asked me to draw him a "ms keisha" and a "ms keisha" beside the first ms. keisha, and a "ne-ed bebe" beside that ms keisha, and a "ta-eeh (towel) fah-ded (folded)" beside the baby. He pitched a gigantic fit because the towel didn't have a hood, though. So I drew a hood and he calmed down... whew!
Brandon and I have gotten really into the olympics this year... especially curling! I suppose it's because we have both had the whole two weeks at home while jonas has been at school. Not that we've not been working tirelessly, butthere's been some kind of olympics on in the background. MAN, I don't know what it is about curling, but we watched it for hours and hours and weren't bored. I totally want to try it now. I hear there's a place in Raleigh... hmmmmm...
Jonas is doing much better in school. He still wakes up and says "no doo!" (no school... why he pronounces it this way is beyond me...) but he's been going fairly happily, and usually wets 0-1 outfits a day, so pretty good. He always talks about hte stuff he does there,,, usually involving some sort of sport. Oh, what will we do if he is good at sports? We are sooo not... oh well, I guess we'll manage!
Jonas is becoming increasingly difficult... yes, the classic "terrible twos". He (naturally) throws fits over just about anything, from insisting he wants to burn his mouth, to always being a ne-ed boy, to "need" ing candy, wanting to be held all the time (or never), changing his mind in a split second, you name it, he's probably pitched a fit over it. He is also a stubborn "i'll PROVE i'm right kind of kid too. I imagine brandon and I were both the same way, i don't know. for example:
A few days ago we had some old milk jugs that we had neglected to throw out. Jonas was playing with them, banging them together to make noice, kicking them and saying "aaaah- doosh!", etc. He decided he wanted to take off the lid at some point. I told him "Let's leave the lid on buddy, it's stinky in there." but no, jonas insists we take the lid off. so I said "Fine, but if you take it off you have to smell it, ok?" "yes!" The lid comes off. He takes a deep whif. Instantly he stiffens and pulls the jug away from his nose, his face goes blank but his eyes are telling-- they're watering at the sides with restraint. Holding back my laughter I asked him if it smelled good. He didn't say anything, but instead just nodded "yes" stiffly. So I said, "do you want to smell it again?" to which he gave an even slower and claculated nod. "Ok, then smell it!" well, he was in his little game now, he had to see it through, and sure enough, he lifted that disgusting thing to his nose and "smelled" it. what he actually did was hold his breath and wiggle his head a little to make him look like he was sniffing. he announced "mmm!" and then sat the jug down and walked away... ah, to be young and stubborn!
Saturday, February 13, 2010
The Beginning of Daycare & 2 years old
So, last week I went in for my second interview with market america, and, being told to expect an offer, Brandon and I immediately started paperwork for Jonas's daycare. Little did I know how quickly that would happen. Jonas and I stopped by on Monday to drop off paperwork for him and, when asked when we'd like to start, I jokingly said "what about today?" to which they replied "well, we have all your paperwork, you could start today!
Well jump up high and call me lester-- I left the kid there! I figured I would stay for a while and let him ease into being in class, but he took off and didn't look back to me for a second, so I went ahead and left him. I came back around noon to see how he was doing with sleeping on a mat. It turns out he doesn't do so well. I was watching him through the 1-way lass trying to communicate what he wanted with the teacher... she's sitting by him rubbing his back and soothing him, and he is saying over and over "miss ru-ru, miss dah-dee, mommy pee-up, miss mommy!" Or some combination of those. Translation: he wants rudy, he wants his taggie, he wants his mommy. adorable, but he can't have them, and the teacher doesn't understand what he's saying because taggie sounds exactly like daddy. When I went to get him that afternoon he was sitting on the floor crying. His afternoon didn't go awesome... poor guy, he never is much good without rest!
Day 2 of daycare: Jonas wakes up and begins to repeat "no doo! no doo!" while shaking his head over and over. (this is "no school! no school!"). He cries all the way to school, he cries when I drop him off... miss keisha said it would probably be better to just give him a hug and a kiss and go than dawdle around, so I did. So sad, poor little guy! When I went to get him that afternoon he was once again crying at the top of his lungs, AND he had a busted lip. We found out that in the absence of Taggie, he had decided his heavy winter coat would be an acceptable substitute, and had completely refused to part with it all day. If he couldn't wear it, he drug it around the room with him, slept with it, everything. As he was dragging it around the room, he tripped over it and fell and hit his lip on the table. They requested he please bring his Taggie.
Along with Taggie, day 3 of school went very well... he was happy for most of it (although he still adamantly requested to "no doo!" and cried when we left. On top of it all, he had NO accidents! YAY! He's so big!
Preschool day 4: Jonas wakes up with a fever of 104.2... I have never, NEVER seen him so sick and pitiful. He just wanted to lay and/or be held.... which even sick Jonas's of yore didn't want to do for too long. Luckily, I was more than happy to oblige. I get an appointment at the doctor for him and the child was so sick he didn't even protest being at the doctor. I actually read him a VERY long 45-page poem about some kid that gets really tiny and explores all of the different body systems in his body to find out why he's sick. and he listened to it all... unreal, it was even boring to me! Anyway, at the end of it all, they said they were pretty sure he had strep (even though his test was negative... only 80% accurate apparently).
Well, he made it to the last day of his first week of preschool... which was his 2 year birthday. I was so sure he was going to still be sick, but he woke up Friday morning smiling and happy and still proclaiming "no doo!" as if Thursday had never been. yay!! Lisa came and got him for some of the day, and then we went over and celebrated his birthday with a bit of cake from his birthday party that was supposed to have been that night (canceled-- we thought he'd still be sick).
Ah, I am so glad he was better for his birthday! Annnd I forgot to mention that even though Joe was upset when we picked him up from school, he told us all about how much fun he had as soon as the car door closed! He said he got to bounce balls, and play with crayons, and "chase" (which I think means they played tag??). He said he got to eat a muffin for breakfast too! Well, I'd say it was a sort of rough week for Joe, but it definitley ended on a high note-- yay!
I can't believe my little baby is 2... he's not a baby by any measure anymore! I have had to stop referring to him as such. This has been difficult, but oh well-- whatever helps him feel big. It's still surreal, even after two years to realize I have a son... who is 2 nonetheless. When did I become an adult?? =)
Well jump up high and call me lester-- I left the kid there! I figured I would stay for a while and let him ease into being in class, but he took off and didn't look back to me for a second, so I went ahead and left him. I came back around noon to see how he was doing with sleeping on a mat. It turns out he doesn't do so well. I was watching him through the 1-way lass trying to communicate what he wanted with the teacher... she's sitting by him rubbing his back and soothing him, and he is saying over and over "miss ru-ru, miss dah-dee, mommy pee-up, miss mommy!" Or some combination of those. Translation: he wants rudy, he wants his taggie, he wants his mommy. adorable, but he can't have them, and the teacher doesn't understand what he's saying because taggie sounds exactly like daddy. When I went to get him that afternoon he was sitting on the floor crying. His afternoon didn't go awesome... poor guy, he never is much good without rest!
Day 2 of daycare: Jonas wakes up and begins to repeat "no doo! no doo!" while shaking his head over and over. (this is "no school! no school!"). He cries all the way to school, he cries when I drop him off... miss keisha said it would probably be better to just give him a hug and a kiss and go than dawdle around, so I did. So sad, poor little guy! When I went to get him that afternoon he was once again crying at the top of his lungs, AND he had a busted lip. We found out that in the absence of Taggie, he had decided his heavy winter coat would be an acceptable substitute, and had completely refused to part with it all day. If he couldn't wear it, he drug it around the room with him, slept with it, everything. As he was dragging it around the room, he tripped over it and fell and hit his lip on the table. They requested he please bring his Taggie.
Along with Taggie, day 3 of school went very well... he was happy for most of it (although he still adamantly requested to "no doo!" and cried when we left. On top of it all, he had NO accidents! YAY! He's so big!
Preschool day 4: Jonas wakes up with a fever of 104.2... I have never, NEVER seen him so sick and pitiful. He just wanted to lay and/or be held.... which even sick Jonas's of yore didn't want to do for too long. Luckily, I was more than happy to oblige. I get an appointment at the doctor for him and the child was so sick he didn't even protest being at the doctor. I actually read him a VERY long 45-page poem about some kid that gets really tiny and explores all of the different body systems in his body to find out why he's sick. and he listened to it all... unreal, it was even boring to me! Anyway, at the end of it all, they said they were pretty sure he had strep (even though his test was negative... only 80% accurate apparently).
Well, he made it to the last day of his first week of preschool... which was his 2 year birthday. I was so sure he was going to still be sick, but he woke up Friday morning smiling and happy and still proclaiming "no doo!" as if Thursday had never been. yay!! Lisa came and got him for some of the day, and then we went over and celebrated his birthday with a bit of cake from his birthday party that was supposed to have been that night (canceled-- we thought he'd still be sick).
Ah, I am so glad he was better for his birthday! Annnd I forgot to mention that even though Joe was upset when we picked him up from school, he told us all about how much fun he had as soon as the car door closed! He said he got to bounce balls, and play with crayons, and "chase" (which I think means they played tag??). He said he got to eat a muffin for breakfast too! Well, I'd say it was a sort of rough week for Joe, but it definitley ended on a high note-- yay!
I can't believe my little baby is 2... he's not a baby by any measure anymore! I have had to stop referring to him as such. This has been difficult, but oh well-- whatever helps him feel big. It's still surreal, even after two years to realize I have a son... who is 2 nonetheless. When did I become an adult?? =)
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