Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Carson: I'm NOT A PERSON! I'm a BIG BOY!
This morning I realized I too easily get sucked into trying to rationalize with a 3 year old. This is the conversation on the way to Bible study this morning:
C: AAAA! Waaaa! [insert general freaking out] I have crumbs all over me! The rice cake made crumbs on my shirt! [insert fake and LOUD crying] Mommy, stop! Stop! STOP THE CAR!
Me: Carson, I can't stop. I'm on the freeway.
C: Stop right now! You have to get these off me!
Me: Carson, I can't stop right now until we are at a red light.
C: There's a red light right there on that truck!
Me: I mean a red STOP light.
C: Wuhl, just go off right there (we were passing an exit), right there, RIGHT THERE! WHY DIDN'T YOU GO OFF RIGHT THERE!?! [more loud, fake crying]
Me: Because, Babe, that's not the way to church!
C: YES IT IS! It IS the way to church! I SAW a red light and you need to STOP THE CAR RIGHT NOW AND GET THESE CRUMBS OFF OF ME!
We went back and forth, him scolding me everytime we passed an exit or he saw a stop light on a side street and I didn't leave the freeway or stop in any way to fix the crumb emergency. He kept trying to explain to me that there were plenty of red lights around and for some reason, I kept trying to explain to him that I had to stay the course and NOT stop on the freeway or we'd get hurt and/or never make it to church. After this inane back and forth, he was hysterical, and I told him I needed a time-out and turned up the music and started singing to drown out the whining. I know. Mother of the year.
His latest reasoning technique is to assume that I'm misunderstanding his desires. For instance:
Me: We don't have popsicles for breakfast.
C: YES I DO! I DO want a popsicle for breakfast! I DO! I WANT ONE!
Me: Oh, sweetheart, I'm not debating your personal longings and aspirations for a popsicle, I'm simply asserting our household directive that we do not indulge in sugary treats before consuming a nutritious meal!
I KNOW! I thought it would be a conversation-ender too, but sadly: I was mistaken.
Monday, September 29, 2008
I was in a class of 5th graders that I know pretty well. This is the end of a short conversation I overhead between a girl and a boy:
Girl: Who's Michael Jordan?
(That alone had my jaw dropping.)
Boy: He's an old basketball player! Do you even know who Magic Johnson is?
Girl: Sure. He plays baseball.
Boy: No he doesn't!
I'm wondering how far into our future will some kid say to another: "Who's Tiger Woods?"
It is hard to explain how hard it is for toddlers to sit back and watch someone else open really fun presents! The boys actually did really well. It didn't bother us or Carson at all that they were wanting to get in on the fun. They all had a great time playing before and after the gifts.
It has been a challenge to control the post-party high. ONE gift at a time, mister!
This is the gift from us. We didn't even bother bringing it to the party, but gave it to him last night when things had calmed down a bit. Just for the record, it WAS going to be a play kitchen, but Trent talked me into the smaller toy--a TOOL BENCH. Hmph. Get ready, Sydney, a kitchen is coming your way! That's a good Christmas gift for a 6 month old, right?
Friday, September 26, 2008
Stay tuned for more pics and stories from the par-tay.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
*He is grateful. He doesn't seem to take gifts for granted. Whether it is a churro at Costco or a day at the zoo or a new bottle of hand soap just for him, he says Thank You sincerely and often several times. I love that about him.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
"Mom! This toilets not working! I need to move to the other potty!"
So we moved his bare bum to the toddler pot in the front bathroom. As usual when trying to have a movement, Carson says:
"Please leave me alone."
A few minutes later:
"Mom! This potty's not working either! I need to try the big potty!"
So he moved again to the big toilet and sat and concentrated and grunted for a few minutes. Finally:
"Hey Mom! This toilet's working! I went poop!"
Maybe toilets are magical. Who knows?
BTW, this morning at 5:45 am, Carson woke up calling out that he needed to go poop. Evidently, the "toilet" wasn't working then either, because he produced nothing, but also produced no further sleep.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
For about 10 minutes he had a little harem that attended to his every whim. But then I could see that the girls were a little more interested in our swingset than in Carson. And I could also see that our discount swingset was perfect for a preschool kid who weighs 35 pounds, and not so perfect for 2 elementary girls swinging hard--it was rocking pretty good. Carson was no longer really playing WITH them, but just watching in amusement. I waited patiently as long as I could, then made up some excuse about how I needed to get ready for dinner, so we needed to "say goodbye"--which was my polite way to say "Time to go, dirls." I'm glad we have young families in our neighborhood, and both families are really kind and friendly. But they've already come by twice today asking to play with Carson in our yard, and I'm wondering if I'm ready for this new stage of childhood!
Friday, September 12, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Monday, September 08, 2008
Inside, Carson thought that Sydney didn't need a SOLO photo shoot, and asked to hop in.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Sydney and I enjoyed from the sidelines. It was a sunny day with some good wind, so I was comfy/warm in a vest, but Carson was fine in his swimtrunks too.
We went to the waves for a while, but Carson soon noticed that we gave him a lot less freedom when there's an undertoe involved.
So he decided back at the inlet was a better deal. He sat forever digging in the sand, dripping it on his legs, making sand piles... ...and running, running, running through the water.
We were joined on the beach by Uncle Chad and some other friends too for some wiffle ball and football.
The next day, Aunt Michelle took Carson fishing.
Here they are sharing a worm. NOT the worm they used for bait.
If I had a nickel for every time I wanted to do this...Again, Sydney watched the fun and has to wait a couple more years to partake.
Trent calls this picture "before it all went horribly wrong." Trent even gave the BIG water slide a trial run before taking Carson in his lap, but evidently, they just went too fast and lost control a little when they went into the water. Carson ended up going under for a second and was a little traumatized. Yeah for lifejackets! (And plenty of adults around.)
This is the dry slide--also very big! When we went on it together, his leg got off of the burlap sack a little at the end and got burned just a bit. He says to me, very tactfully: "Mom, I'm just gonna go on this with Dad. He has more practice." I mean, he's the one that almost let you drown, but WHATEVER!
What is camp without some BUNKS?
Here's the whole clan, including (far left) Jeremy, Wendy and their little girl Miley. They are kind of adopted bro and sis into our fam. Then there is Chad (Trent's brother) and wife Jess, Gma, Michelle, Tara (above), the 4 of us and Gpa. It was a great weekend! Sorry for the boring commentary, but I thought the extended fam would get a kick out of the Carson pics.