Happy happy birthday from all of us to you!
Friday, September 30, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
No touching please
Yesterday we went to a baby shower held at a very nice house. It obviously did not house little kids though. This house had a white living room and was pristine.
I was immediately nervous. We kept Larsson on the deck for eating and drinking. And he did pretty well. Because he was eyeing the pool and loading up on sugar.
Then through the glass door of the deck, he spied this huge vintage wooden tow truck in the living room. (the couple owns a tow truck company.) He made a bee line to get back in and see it.
I told him this truck was to look at, NOT to touch. Which did not compute. He slowly reached out his hand toward the tow truck door.
So I moved his hand and told him two (maybe three) more times that this truck was for looking, not touching.
When he finally replied, "But my want to take it HOME."
I was immediately nervous. We kept Larsson on the deck for eating and drinking. And he did pretty well. Because he was eyeing the pool and loading up on sugar.
Then through the glass door of the deck, he spied this huge vintage wooden tow truck in the living room. (the couple owns a tow truck company.) He made a bee line to get back in and see it.
I told him this truck was to look at, NOT to touch. Which did not compute. He slowly reached out his hand toward the tow truck door.
So I moved his hand and told him two (maybe three) more times that this truck was for looking, not touching.
When he finally replied, "But my want to take it HOME."
Friday, September 23, 2011
Toddler Directions
pulling out of HippoHopp yesterday....
Larsson: Mommy, you need to go right left.
He was actually correct. We did need to make a right and then a left.
Larsson: Mommy, you need to go right left.
He was actually correct. We did need to make a right and then a left.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Noises in the Night
2:30 a.m.: Larsson woke up and Justin put him into our bed.
2:34 a.m.: A soft pop*pop*pop*pop*pop*pop*pop noise.
Me: Larsson, did you poop or fart?
Larsson: My farted.
momentary pause.
Heard that?
Me: yeah, I HEARD that.
2:34 a.m.: A soft pop*pop*pop*pop*pop*pop*pop noise.
Me: Larsson, did you poop or fart?
Larsson: My farted.
momentary pause.
Heard that?
Me:
Friday, September 2, 2011
I'm sorry, so sorry...
The other day Larsson and I went next door for a play date with Julia and Kes after school. After playing for a bit, Larsson was trying to get my attention while I was chatting with Julia.
So I looked at him and then down where he pointed at a brown ball on the floor. And it didn't compute at first. But then, well,... I realized that we had a major pull-up fail. And a giant round @h*t ball had rolled out of his pull-up, down his leg and onto the floor.
Fortunately, it was on a carpet square. That could easily and inexpensively be replaced.
But I was mort.i.fied.
How do you apologize for your child @h*tting on someone's floor?
So I looked at him and then down where he pointed at a brown ball on the floor. And it didn't compute at first. But then, well,... I realized that we had a major pull-up fail. And a giant round @h*t ball had rolled out of his pull-up, down his leg and onto the floor.
Fortunately, it was on a carpet square. That could easily and inexpensively be replaced.
But I was mort.i.fied.
How do you apologize for your child @h*tting on someone's floor?
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