The Kitty Series

Tate was drawing on his magnadoodle and I glanced over and thought, "Wow, that looks just like a cat." A few minutes later Tate says, "Mom, look at my kitties!"

Well done, Tate!!

Boys are...

gross - Part 2!

M: Tate, get your hand out of your pants.
T: Nooo...hee...hee....
M: Tate, it's not polite to walk around with your hand on your butt-butt.
T: Yes it is!!
M: Tate, please get your hand out of your pants.
{puts other hand down the front of his pants}
T: Now one hand is on my butt-butt and the other is touching my peener!! Ha...ha...hee...hee...
M: Oh my god!!!

Boys are sooooooo gross!!!

Dancing Fun

I brought my camera to the party, but the batteries were dead! If they had not been dead you would have seen pictures of a crazy dancing Tate, Aidan and Coleman. They were nutty and had us all rolling with laughter! Also you would have seen Tate's first time pumping gas! Yes. Dave let him get out of the car and "help" in the vehicle refueling. He looked SO proud of himself! 

But since I don't have pictures of any of that I leave you with an old picture not yet witnessed by the masses....

This was from a very loud music making session last summer... oh the headache!

Guns & Roses

Conversation at lunch.

T: Mom, can we go to the grocery store and get those guns? {squirt guns}

M: Ummm... no...

T: But I really want the guns!!!!!

M: Tate, no. You do not need guns.

T: Yes I do!! I need them to water the flowers!

Lame

I've got nothing to say tonight. Sorry. I think I'm too tired. Nope nothing. But I posted. Lame? Yes. But I say it counts as a post for the day! And I make the rules on my own blog. So suck it!

The Power of Observation

I'm reading a great book by Barbara Kingsolver about her family's commitment to eating locally for a year. During this year, as much as possible, they eat only what they grow or can buy from other local growers and producers. Therefore, they are eating only what is in season as well as eating whole foods vs. processed. I'm not far into the book and have learned way more about asparagus than I ever wished to know, but it is also making me very happy about our decision for the past 3 years to join a local CSA and making me look forward to this June when the crops are in again - oh the husk cherries, salad greens, heirloom tomatoes, raspberries and local cheeses!! Oops, I've digressed from the real point of this post.

The real point is that last night while reading, there was a recipe listed and after that recipe the note that if I wanted more recipes I should go to www.AnimalVegetableMiracle.com. I thought, "Animal, Vegetable, Miracle? Oh that's interesting they did a different website for the recipes. Wait. Why would they do that? That doesn't make any sense!" So I turn the cover over, really look at the title of the book, and lo and behold, the book I have been reading for the past week and referring to in conversation as Animal, Vegetable, MINERAL... is not actually entitled that, but indeed entitled "Animal, Vegetable, Miracle"!!!

So you are now aware that as much as I love books and reading, I obviously don't really pay any attention to what a book is called. Although in my defense, I've talked about this book with several other people and I believe that they have all called it, unprompted by me, Animal, Vegetable, Mineral as well!! You know who you are!

FAVORITE PART OF THE DAY

M: long, much needed afternoon nap (maybe now I can pay attention to details)

T: playing broken daddy

Short

{conversation this afternoon in his room}
T: Mommy... I have a joke for you.
M: OK, what is it?
T: You can ask the waitress for another drink, but you can't ask her for soap!
T: {lots of giggling and silliness}
M: Ummmm.... OK.

I think the loss of his hair made him weird!

Happy birthday to Ama!!!

14 Weeks

The baby bump photos begin. We didn't do this with Tate and I really regret it. But I'm surprised at how quickly this baby has popped my stomach! I didn't look like this with Tate until I was close to 20 weeks.

14 down... 26 to go!

What?!?!

Imagine my surprise when I spent the day at school with Tate last Tuesday for his special birthday celebration and all of a sudden the lights switched off and on, off and on, and 19 preschoolers jumped into action and began to pick up all the toys! Children crawling under tables, scooping up blocks, placing scissors and crayons back into the right buckets...it was mind boggling for a mother who cannot get her boy to even pick up his clutchie that is two feet away from him. But to my greater surprise, my boy was also part of the action earnestly picking up and putting away toys that he didn't even play with!!!

Well, as if that wasn't enough for this over-worked mom...at snack-time, the children waited calmly for all their other friends to be served before digging into their special Tate-birthday ice cream treat and upon finishing asked if they could be excused and then picked up all their cups, napkins and spoons and ceremoniously deposited them into the garbage can.

Preschoolers clearing the table!! Manners?? Damn, this school is teaching them something!

Now, Tate did all this at school, but won't do it at home. Barrington, we have a problem!

Today I looked at the house and was overwhelemed with the amount of toys strewn all over the living room, dining room and into the kitchen. I thought about preschool. And then with happiness in my voice, a sparkle in my eye, and energy in my body told Tate we were going to clean up. We tossed balls in the right bucket, ran to get the broom, squirted windex and with laughter and fun cleaned the house with no complaining, no whining and with full, excited cooperation.

My house is clean! Damn, I think this school is teaching ME something!

:: I'm condering posting everyday in the month of March. Just considering. This is no promise. We'll see what happens.

Ouch!

1 deeply embedded splinter +

1 doctors visit +

3 pairs of tweezers +

1 very thin needle +

15 minutes of earnest digging +

2 feet of gauze +

1 prescription of anti-bacterial ointment +

2 lollipops +

1 teddy bear (courtesy of the pharmacist) +

0 tears =

1 VERY brave boy!!!

Baby Conversation #5

T: I don't want to sit next to you Mommy, I might get on your stomach and squish the baby.

M: Oh honey, you won't squish the baby. It's really well protected in there.

T: Oh?

M: Yup, the baby is swimming in a pool of water that cushions him/her... kinda like baby bubble wrap.

T: Oh, it's swimming in a pool?

M: Yup.

T: Mommy, we need to buy the baby a pair of goggles so it can swim in it's pool.

M: Ummmm...ok.....

FAVORITE PART OF THE DAY

T: sitting with Daddy and cuddling with you Mommy right now

M: going to the candy store to buy Pez

D: tickle-saurus 

Two Reasons I Know I'm Pregnant

1. The only thing that I wanted to eat today were Mallowmars -- so I bought some.

2. I need a spandex belly band to hold up my pants that I can't button anymore -- so I bought one.

I wonder if I hadn't bought the Mallowmars would I have needed to buy the belly band?

Very Grinchy Indeed

Christmas Eve dinner was a very....ummm..."traditional" Mexican feast of chicken, bean and cheese enchiladas, mango salsa, guacamole, cheesy corn bread and tortilla chips. Followed by a dessert of christmas cookies and The Grinch Who Stole Christmas cake!!

Capped off with a viewing of The Grinch Who Stole Christmas. Here is Tate reciting the story word for word.

FAVORITE PART OF THE DAY

M: watching the Grinch Who Stole Christmas

Unkie Dan: watching the Grinch Who Stole Christmas

Nana: the Grinch cake

Grandpa: the Grinch cake

T: watching the Grinch Who Stole Christmas

Almost there...

Oh we are so close to the big day! Tate has been telling everyone who will listen what he wants Santa to bring him for Christmas... Shake 'n Go Dragsters and Shake 'n Go Crash Up Speedway. Thank goodness "santa" has purchased these gifts that are now wrapped and await arrival under the tree! 

Tate had a Christmas party and performance at school last Thursday. It was complete with class made cookies, song and dance! Here is Tate, Max and Matthew doing Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star. We have it all on video for your laughing pleasure.

More Christmas goodness to come....

'Tis the Season

Tate dictated a letter to himself last night. He began...

"Dear Santa Claus and Toys R Us...."

After that, it really doesn't matter how he finished it - he has taken quite a liking to consumerism.