Tuesday, May 26, 2009
The other day I asked him if he wanted to go to the park. His new favorite word is "probably." He told me it was "probably locked." (This particular park has limited hours). When I told him it was open, he said it was "probably too far." He also suggests that it is "too cold", "too rainy" or "too hot" if he doesn't want to go somewhere.
He also spends a lot of time cruising the neighborhood in his stroller. He is very familiar with the stores and instructs me where to stop and what we need. At Jin's Market he tells me that he needs apples and bananas. At the deli he makes the suggestion that I buy him a Bacon, Egg and Cheese sandwich. Last week he suggested I stop at Starbucks (he knew it by name) and buy some coffee. I laughed and said, "Henry, you can't drink coffee!" He corrected me that the coffee was for me and that he would have chocolate milk.
He pretty much insists on playing with anything that is not a toy. You let it go because he is having fun and it gives you five minutes to do something else. However, the game always reaches that fateful point where he can't perform some part of it and now he needs your help. Immediately. Over and over.
Take the life jacket game. Adam has been waiting for two years for Henry to be interested in going on the boat. The day has finally come! Anyway, this involves Henry wearing a lifejacket from the car, down the floating dock and onto the boat. Because of this, he needs to bring it home to the apartment. Henry looooooooooves his life jacket and wants to wear it constantly. No harm there, right?
Getting it on involves putting his arms properly through the very tight holes, zipping it up, clasping the front and then attaching the clasp between his legs. In the process, he jabbers away about the life jacket, what color it is, who else needs to wear a life jacket...cute right? You then are forced to answer "Ma...yeah? yeah?" over and over about whether he is putting it on correctly (backwards, upside down, inside out, wrong arm...the possibilities are endless). He then needs help zipping it up, but the zipper doesn't go as high as he likes. He gets positively indignant that you can't zip it up to his chin.
Once it is on for three seconds, he wants it off but he can't undo the clasps (but God forbid you help him do the clasps). Once it is off, you guessed it, he wants it back on again. Over and over and over. You try to be nice and give him the warning that this is the "Last Time." He freaks out and tries to repeat the game with Adam. He then runs back and forth like a ping pong ball until one of us finally cracks and gives in.
Monday, May 18, 2009
- Taking away Henry's pacifier
- Potty Training
- Moving Henry to a bed
- Moving Molly to a crib
- Putting Henry and Molly in the same room
Really not the smartest plan do you think? I guess it is like pulling off a bandaid, if you do it fast it hurts less.
P.S. Taking away the pacifier was Adam's brilliant plan. I overheard him telling Henry to "throw your pacifiers in the garbage, you don't need them anymore." I was screaming "Noooooooooooooooo" inside from the bedroom. He may not need them but I certainly do!
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
She is at her absolute peak of happiness in the morning. Unfortunately for her that means 6am. I wake every morning to what sounds like a crow making their "caw caw" sound but is really my little angel. It is not a quiet noise, she makes it at the top of her lungs. She couples it with rolling back and forth, kicking until one of us wakes up. This weekend, she added yanking on my ponytail repeatedly. She mixes it up by digging her little baby razor nails into your flesh.
At first you are startled by the noise, having blocked it out of your memory from the day before. But after you wrench open your eyes to the harsh daylight, you are greeted with the most beautiful, happy smile you can imagine. It is impossible to ignore her after that!
Monday, May 11, 2009
On Saturday night, Molly was sleeping with us and thrashing around. She wasn't hungry so I decided to give her a dry diaper. So not to wake her even more, I did it in our bed. I opened her one piece footed pajamas, took off her diaper and then discovered I didn't have any diapers in our bedroom. Because I was exhausted, I decided to put my head down for "just a second."
Fast forward a few hours later. Adam woke me up and said "Look at Molly!" She was laying on our bed fast asleep. Unfortunately she was naked from the waist down with her pajamas open and laying in a big puddle of pee. Oops!
Friday, May 08, 2009
Thursday, May 07, 2009
She now blows raspberries out of her mouth which is adorable. She has great neck and stomach strength, much more so than Henry did at this age. Probably because she will actually lay on her stomach for more than three seconds. Every morning, I lay her on our bed for some exercise. She can get herself from one side of the bed to the other by schooching up her rear end and pulling herself with her hands. My prediction is that she will crawl much earlier than Henry did. Her hair appears to be growing in lighter and her eyes are turning hazel or brown. She seems to be getting chubbier, I'd bet she is about 13.5 lbs now.
Henry is changing every day. He has lost a lot of his shyness and will now actually converse with strangers. I was happy when he stopped ignoring the neighbors in the elevator but could do without some of his commentary. "Goodbye Poopy-Toofy" was a recent favorite of mine.
His language becomes increasingly nuanced every day. I love hearing his little exclamations about things..."Hmm, this tastes good!" "Oooh, my tummy made a sound!" "Henry go to the library to read books!"
His favorite friend these days is Elliot. He loves to have him over to our house to play. They run around like madmen and Elliott's mom has to drag him out the door.
He notices everything around him. Recent exciting sightings were a tractor trailer transporting a load of cars, the streetlights on the parkway, construction vehicles galore.