Thursday, August 21, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Luckily we have a pack n play set up in our bedroom for hasty storage of a toddler. We got him to fall asleep pretty quickly.
So, today I purchased a toddler bed and another baby gate. I have no idea how he is going to react to this bed. I am going to super duper toddler proof the room. I'll let you know how it goes.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
This child, this beautiful boy child of mine, is awakening into this VERY present, charming, free spirit of a person. There are these moments when Jonas does or says something and G and I look at each other and just shake our heads in wonder. I swear it is other worldly when he does these things..chimes go off and the picture gets all fuzzy like there is a weird filter on the lens of my life. (the following examples may seem trivial to many and glorious to few)
- Sitting at the dinner table, by dinner I mean mcnug's (thanks Jaden) as a snack before going to inflate world G tosses his cup into the trashcan and Jonas says ( I swear to Buddha), "Good throw dawdy!" (Dawdy is the new daddy for those not paying attention.
- Jonas spotted the letter "P" yesterday. G asked, "what letter is this?" Jonas replied, "P". "P. Sherman 42 Wallaby Way, Syndey". UH..What? OH! Yeah, we have watched Finding Nemo one or forty-two billion times, but still!
Ok, so both examples include either terrible nutrition or terrible parenting in the form of watching Disney movies... too bad.
Last night, while watching the Olympics, one of those (you know the kind) commercials came on television. This one showed the mom helping the daughter decorate her dorm room at college...and the mom had to leave the child at the school and go back home. (You mean they don't have the adjoining suite for the mother...uh... huh? Oh na'uh I will SO be living on campus with him.) I looked at G , shook my head and said OH MY.... he wouldn't even let me finish. He said, "we will not speak of this for this is not something we shall speak of." shew. Ok, good. Denial is my favorite form of dealing with the potential/inevitable growing up and growing away from me (that is totally my job to prepare him for and the entire goal of parenthood) that my child will do. UGH
Ok. I have pictures of all sorts of fun things. I'll get to it this week.
Thanks for tuning in.