Couldn’t you have picked a different one?

Magazines. I love magazines. They are one of those things that I think are a luxury, a treat, a non essential.

I purchase them very rarely and when I do I am usually going on a trip or feeling the need to indulge myself.

Today, while at the grocery store with KP tucked into one of those little car carts that the grocery stores now have (if you have never seen one, they are small plastic cars that sit in front of a smaller than regular sized grocery cart and put your child at the perfect height for all the marketers to grab their attention with sugar cereals and also allow your child to reach everything and anything they want while you are a whole cart behind them and can’t stop the onslaught of pasta whipping off the shelves) we picked up all that we needed for tonight’s dinner and headed to the check out lane without incident.

Once it was our turn to check out, the cashier turned the cart around to get all of our goods and put KP staring straight back out into the store. Once he was placed in the ready position, he at once spotted the bags of cookies, the candy and the gum and as he was trying to get out at the wonderful new tasty treats just set before him, he reaches out and grabs hold of the closest things to help him escape…the newest edition of Midwest Living.

Then a loud ripping noise was heard by all 8 lanes of shoppers. Then, as if in slow motion, I pick up the magazine that I would never buy, bypassing O, People, Real Simple, Time, Bon Appetit, and hand it to the cashier and say, “I guess I will buy this now too.”

She just looked at me with a sad little smile on her face and shook her head yes.

KP’s first ever Kid Quote of the Day

And folks, these are some serious words to live by.

“No eat poopoo…yucky!”

On his way to being a Chippendale

All of a sudden KP has realized he is not so fond of a wet diaper on his body or a big load of poop in his britches. He has also learned to take off his shorts and PJ bottoms when he wants to. This, my friends, makes for a bad equation.

Because after the = sign, you get only one of the following answers:

A. A little boy ripping off his urine filled diaper via the Velcro fasteners and chucking it across the room yelling “POO POO”.

B. A little boy ripping off a poop filled diaper via the Velcro fasteners and having the poop fall on the floor and then hearing him yell, “OOOHHHH NOOOOOO POO POO.”

C. Coming up to check on the little boy in his crib late at night, making sure he is fast asleep, giving him one last kiss and realizing he is enjoying a completely naked sleeping experience.

Discipline gone a muck

The kids spent the night at my parents house last Saturday so Adam and I could be well rested and up and at’em early for the race. My parents, ok mostly my dad, couldn’t believe how much energy it took to keep up with the three of them. And they had them for less than 24 hours.

When we picked them up my parents were full of stories. Stories of how the kids didn’t get to bed until 11:00 pm and how they eat 27 pancakes between the three of them and how they picked all the dandelions in the yard and took out every single toy in the toy chest plus a couple extra they didn’t even realize they had.

Then my dad laughingly said, “I just can’t believe KP. He really never stops. CT and I were building a castle together out of blocks and KP came over five separate times and knocked it down. When I told him to stop, he got mad at me and then came running toward me with a bat and hit me in the head.”

I am so glad he somehow thought that was funny.

Check, check, check

At PJ’s preschool they have a morning routine. When the child walks in the door, they do the following:

1. Wash hands
2. Spit out gum (this is only in the case of my gum chewing children)
3. Choose one of the many projects that is set out in front of you

When CT went to preschool, PJ would follow right behind him and do everything he did, and by the time it was her turn to actually be the student she knew exactly what to do.

Now that KP has been watching how school works over the past year, he knows the routine and today he did it almost perfectly.

1. Spit his gum into the garbage can
2. Washed his hands
3. Picked his gum back up out of the garbage can and shoved it back into his mouth.

23 months…and 5 days

As I look through last months pictures of you, all I can do is laugh. You are one funny kid!

From the noises you make, to the full sentences you try to get out of your mouth, to talking with the cats, to shoving five peeps into your mouth at once and then putting a butterfly net over your head and purposefully falling down for a laugh…you are just plain old funny.

Erik once said…”that kid is going to drink a lot of beer.”

I’m afraid he might just be right.

I love you funny boy.

Mom

22 Months

A little Knuku for you…

My little snowflake
Falling hard and falling fast
Growing up too fast

21 months

In a nutshell, YOU ARE A MENACE!

Every chair and stool we own has been put away in a closet or put up on top of the table. Everything on the counter must be pushed, as far back as it can, or you will get it and run. Your favorite toys are dimes and large apples and razors and forks and you can’t get enough of running on wet tiled floors.

While we were at the doctor’s office yesterday and you were running around the exam room bumping into walls and then falling on the floor giggling, the doctor looked at me and said, “How many stitches has he had?” I told him none. He then asked, “How many bones has he broken?” I said, “He hasn’t broken any bones either, but if you look in his mouth you’ll notice most of his teeth are chipped.”

Even though you push me to the edge and I can’t find you many times during the day and when I do find you I find you with something you clearly shouldn’t have or clearly should not be doing, I would not trade you for the world.

You are filled with everything. Great and wonderful this world is with you in it. And you, my little big boy, are taking it by storm. Rage on.

I love you,

Mom

Life with my 20 month old – Thursday’s Update

7:57 am
Fell right off the top of this here stool onto his extra large cranium, with Adam and I both in arms reach!

9:05 am
Unsure what I was thinking when I set a Port Meirion bowl filled with oatmeal on his tray. I totally deserve that one.

Life with my 20 month old

Monday, 7:21 am

Tuesday, 11:59 am

Wednesday, 9:46 am
No time for a photo. Too busy digging out the one lost piece of shattered glass that I thought I vacuumed up yesterday out of KP’s foot as he leaves a trail of blood around the house because he won’t leave a Band-Aid on his foot.

Thursday…anyone’s guess.