Grandpa came to visit last week. The boys were so excited and had a blast playing with him, jumping on him, climbing on him, tackling him...you get the picture.
Grandpa told me a funny story about a question B posed to him. Grandpa was in his room changing and B barged into the room, encountering the aforementioned in his birthday suit. (B does not believe in privacy. In his mind, there are no rooms in this house.) Anyway, B saw Grandpa in the nude and I guess he checked out the goods.
"Grandpa," B questioned innocently. "Why do you have hair on your penis?" Grandpa tried not to laugh and did not answer the question.
Fortunately, Grandpa told me so that I might record this for posterity.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Sports Camp
This week M went to a sports camp through the local YMCA. I was worried that he would be scared and wouldn't enjoy it since it was something new. I told him that his best friend J would be there and another friend, J2 would also be there.
On the morning that camp started, grandpa was staying with us and he told me that M seemed nervous. I didn't notice it at all. We walked into a room to meet the counselors and M left my side immediately to go play with the two J's. He barely even hugged me goodbye, which I have grown accustomed to at pre-school...so I was a bit sad.
At the end of the day he came running in from the field screaming and laughing about monsters coming...leading the other boys. It was AWESOME! He had a great time and loved going the entire week. He was so involved and outgoing and engaged; he was never like that in the entire two years at Diablo Hills Country School. (I've got to think that it's a great thing that I'm putting him in a different school next year. Clearly, the pre-school was not right for him.)
Anyway, the point is, M LOVED camp. Good thing, too 'cuz I've signed him up for three more weeks throughout the summer.
On the morning that camp started, grandpa was staying with us and he told me that M seemed nervous. I didn't notice it at all. We walked into a room to meet the counselors and M left my side immediately to go play with the two J's. He barely even hugged me goodbye, which I have grown accustomed to at pre-school...so I was a bit sad.
At the end of the day he came running in from the field screaming and laughing about monsters coming...leading the other boys. It was AWESOME! He had a great time and loved going the entire week. He was so involved and outgoing and engaged; he was never like that in the entire two years at Diablo Hills Country School. (I've got to think that it's a great thing that I'm putting him in a different school next year. Clearly, the pre-school was not right for him.)
Anyway, the point is, M LOVED camp. Good thing, too 'cuz I've signed him up for three more weeks throughout the summer.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
M Singing At End of Year School Performance.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kiHiaDlsjpM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7C3oMEfsaRM
Here are both songs that M sang. It's sooooo cute, and I'm definitely NOT biased.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7C3oMEfsaRM
Here are both songs that M sang. It's sooooo cute, and I'm definitely NOT biased.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Little Fishy
Last summer, young B enjoyed splashing around in the pool, but would rather have sat by the side munching away on watermelon and strawberries. Although, he still maintains his propensity towards the gastrointestinal delights, B surprised us all at our first pool day of the season.
My spry two-and-a-half year old LOVES the pool. He insists on swimming "by himself"...of course with life vest on. Although, he tried to swim without his vest as well. (He does not have a healthy fear of what can happen to a non-swimmer in the pool.) Then, much to my delight/horror, after watching the "big boys" leaping from the diving board, B insisted that he be allowed to jump as well.
All of sudden, my baby was in line with the big kids, waiting for his turn to throw himself into the water. I treaded water beneath the board to "catch" him during his first few jumps. B laughed with glee as he flew through the air. Then, with great sadness, I heard the words, "Mommy, you go away. I want to jump by myself."
What!!!!!
Devastated, I dutifully moved away and watched my baby catapult himself off the diving board. As his body disappeared under the water and his head reemerged, I saw his satisfied smile of pride. My sadness was swiftly replaced with delight in the joy that B was clearly feeling...as he continued to fling his babyish body from the board; over and over and over.
"I do it myself!" B proudly proclaimed. My heart soared
B, the little fishy.
My spry two-and-a-half year old LOVES the pool. He insists on swimming "by himself"...of course with life vest on. Although, he tried to swim without his vest as well. (He does not have a healthy fear of what can happen to a non-swimmer in the pool.) Then, much to my delight/horror, after watching the "big boys" leaping from the diving board, B insisted that he be allowed to jump as well.
All of sudden, my baby was in line with the big kids, waiting for his turn to throw himself into the water. I treaded water beneath the board to "catch" him during his first few jumps. B laughed with glee as he flew through the air. Then, with great sadness, I heard the words, "Mommy, you go away. I want to jump by myself."
What!!!!!
Devastated, I dutifully moved away and watched my baby catapult himself off the diving board. As his body disappeared under the water and his head reemerged, I saw his satisfied smile of pride. My sadness was swiftly replaced with delight in the joy that B was clearly feeling...as he continued to fling his babyish body from the board; over and over and over.
"I do it myself!" B proudly proclaimed. My heart soared
B, the little fishy.
I'm Not Sick
Yesterday began normally. A trip to the park with some friends, lunch and then a nice long nap. I woke the boys up, so that they would be able to sleep that night, and we went to a friend's house for a play date. All seemed well.
Not long after our arrival at the J's house, M got a bit upset and started to look flushed. Then, he asked to go home. M never wants to give up fun, so I figured he really must not be feeling well. Then entire way home, I questioned how he was feeling. Invariably, M answered, "I'm not sick, Mommy! I just have a cold."
When we got home, I checked M's temperature and he was at 101 but still claiming that he wasn't sick. The boy was looking extremely flushed, his eyes were now a bit glassy and still claiming to feel fine.
I asked M if he was cold and he said, "Mommy, I am cold. Can I have a nice, warm, cozy blanket?" All I could think was that I must have birthed an eighty year old grandma! "Yes, of course," I told him. When I returned with his blanket, M thanked me for the aforementioned "warm, cozy, blanket".
No dinner and hours of mildly feverish temperatures later, and M was still insisting that he was not sick.
This morning, all traces of fever gone, appetite still missing in action, M is now claiming that he is sick...so that he can stay home and not go to school. What's a mother to do? Of course, let him have the day off!
Not long after our arrival at the J's house, M got a bit upset and started to look flushed. Then, he asked to go home. M never wants to give up fun, so I figured he really must not be feeling well. Then entire way home, I questioned how he was feeling. Invariably, M answered, "I'm not sick, Mommy! I just have a cold."
When we got home, I checked M's temperature and he was at 101 but still claiming that he wasn't sick. The boy was looking extremely flushed, his eyes were now a bit glassy and still claiming to feel fine.
I asked M if he was cold and he said, "Mommy, I am cold. Can I have a nice, warm, cozy blanket?" All I could think was that I must have birthed an eighty year old grandma! "Yes, of course," I told him. When I returned with his blanket, M thanked me for the aforementioned "warm, cozy, blanket".
No dinner and hours of mildly feverish temperatures later, and M was still insisting that he was not sick.
This morning, all traces of fever gone, appetite still missing in action, M is now claiming that he is sick...so that he can stay home and not go to school. What's a mother to do? Of course, let him have the day off!
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