Friday, October 27, 2006

one more thing

(for those of you who know us well, i'm sure you're surprised it's taken so long for this to come back around to a discussion of bodily functions)

When you're raising a child, you spend an inordinate ammount of time face-to-face with a variety of bodily functions. And our take on it is that if you have to deal with it, you might as well make it funny. Like when Adrian was a wee bairn and refused too poop for 11 days--we took to singing "hey, big pooper!" to the tune of "hey, big spender".
And now that we are in the full throes of toddler language acquisition, we are daily greeted with the mangling of common phrases.

Our new favorite is: drop a goose, instead of drop a deuce.

So there's your potty humor for the day.


Wednesday, October 25, 2006

And then it was Wednesday

The party Sunday was a big hit, although D was sick and couldnt come. Adrian exhibited some fairly embarassing behavior telling us: AD no share!
I guess we have to admit that a two year old really will be harder than a one year old.

Other highlights from the past few days:

AD has decided that his calling in life is to be an Apache Helicopter pilot. This comes after he and Aaron spent an hour watching helicopter footage on youtube. (Thanks, big guy) I dont know how this will mesh with his current obsession with play-doh--every day he asks for "clay-doh" and then spends an hour or more smooshing it, rolling it, cutting it, putting it away, taking it back out. If there is an opening at the play doh factory for quality control, I think AD would be a shoe-in.

It"s pretty amazing to watch his little toddler brain in action as he dismantles and reassembles his surroundings. You can tell that he has a method and a purpose to every action, even if it seems as though that purpose is just to make me crazy. And we have those days, too. He will be the most onery obnoxious little shit and when I"m about 3 steps away from putting him on the train to join the Foreign Legion he will wrap his chubby little arms around my neck and declare: love you, mama!

And it works EVERY TIME.

Friday, October 20, 2006

Party time--take one.

Adrian, being the lucky boy he is, will be having 2 birthday parties this year. One for friends and one for family. This Sunday, it's going to be 2 of his friends from Gymboree and another kid who's mom & I are friends. So it's going to be 3 two-year olds and a 4 year old for 2 hours of morning mayhem. Whee!

I have planned that they will paint pumpkins with tempera paint, run around, and have lunch. Then everybody can go home and Adrian will take a nap. To that end, today Adrian and I purchased pumpkins, drop cloths, and a whole mess of cheapo towels for the sake of cleaning paint-smeared toddlers. Now my main concern is what to feed these kids for lunch. Adrian can't have dairy, his friend D is a picky eater, and the idea of feeding everyone spaghetti seems like more mess than I want to deal with.

In the grand scheme of things, I've got it fairly easy.

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Too slow!

I was going to post photos but blogger is running too slow and I am in desparate need of a nap. For photos, go to the flickr page--click the link in the sidebar, I am also too lazy to embed links today.

Funny, ha-ha:
Adrian has a little doctors kit, which comes with a fakey syringe that squeaks when you depress the plunger(which is weird in itself). I told him it's for shots. He now call the thing "sharps".

Thursday, October 12, 2006

didja miss me?

Blogger is slow today.

Well, my fine friends I had planned to show you pictures of our lovely trip to the "beach", but you'll just have to check back later.

I haven't talked to y'all since the first, so a lot has transpired. In a random, as I remember it order:

Wednesday, October 4: Adrian and I drove to Rock Island, to stay with Grandparents Flecker. Adrian slept most of the way there, and was mostly well behaved when we got there. He discovered that he's tall enough to reach the water dispenser in the fridge door and gave himself quite the dousing. His words: Wet! Messy! Cold! Wet! That night Nina, Adrian & I went to Ducky's Lagoon for dinner. It was supposed to be Hot Rod night, but it was rained out. Adrian wasted no time in flirting with our waitress, and was rewarded with duck stamps, a tiny rubber duck, and a plastic duck call.

Saturday, October 7: Adrian goes to an Iowa Hawkeyes game with Gary & Nina and I drive back home. That afternoon, Aaron & I drive to Michigan City, IN to stay at Beachwalk. We got ourselves settled in, went for a walk on the beach: Sand! Water! Yay!
Then we went grocery shopping and out to dinner. At Red Lobster (thanks, Tootsie!) where my non-fish-eating husband ate: fried calamari, crab's legs, fried walleye, and grilled trout. I was very proud of him for trying new foods, and he didn't once turn green or throw up. Also, he experienced the magical cheddar biscuits.

Sunday: reading on the beach, lunch at the house, big nap, dinner, walk on the beach in the moonlight.

Monday: Breakfast, reading, lunch, outlet shopping (there was a creuset outlet! I got a 5 qt buffet caserole! I have been lusting after this particular piece of cookware for 2 years now), nap, walk on the beach, dinner.

Tuesday: Breakfast, Shopping at Attic Accents Antique Mall (which was good, but not as good as Coal Valley), Lunch at Eat at Moe's, where we met Moe himself. He was really friendly and the food was excellent. We ate so much that we didn't need dinner. If you're going to Michigan City, eat there.

Wednesday: we drove home. We tried to take I-94/I-80, but the traffic was horrendous and I made Aaron get off the highway so I could use the bathroom (which is no suprise to anyone who's taken a road trip with me before). We wound up taking back roads the rest of the way, and our 54 mile journey took us 2 hours.

Today is Thursday and I have many things to accomplish in the studio.
Tah, darlings!

Sunday, October 01, 2006

i'm contagious

I had always suspected that my hormonal surges were contagious, but now I have proof! Adrian has been unreasonably moody today--screaming when I put him down for a nap; coping an attititude when it's time to go inside--maybe it's that Aaron's out of town and he feels unbalanced in a single parent home, or maybe it's because I am suffering from a severe case of hormone-related empathy.

This morning we were watching Sesame Street and Ernie was singing the "don't want to live on the moon" song and I cried. Real tears. And later we were watching Narnia, and I had to turn it off because it was making me erupt into tears every 5 minutes or so. And I've seen it before, I've read the book, I know what happens. But apparently in my hormone-addled state, the fact that Santa returns after 100 years of banishment was too much for me to bear.