Someone once told Pat that that the difference between toddler girls and toddler boys is that you can give a girl a toy and she will sit and play with it for half an hour. If you leave a boy alone for that amount of time, he will have taken the toy and tried to turn it into a pipe bomb. It kind of seemed like it held true for Jack. And I so wished it would be true for Casey.
For some reason, I didn’t learn my lesson last Easter. Giving Jack chocolate for breakfast is still not a good idea.
I read in Parents magazine about a new study regarding strollers. It concluded that children should be facing their parents up to age 3. It found that “those using away-facing strollers spent 50 percent less time talking to their child.” I beg to differ. Jack was obviously not part of this study. It’s pretty hard to not talk to him.
I took the kids to the mall today and picked up my engagement ring, which I had resized. Now it’s all shiny and pretty and my wedding band is not. I would have asked the lady to clean it while I was there, but I thought the fewer minutes in a store filled with glass and a 2 1/2 year old was probably best. Wouldn’t want to push it in there.
…all on my kitchen table. This was the scene –
Casey just figured out how to pull herself up onto the coffee table. And she was very proud of herself. We watched her climb up there, crawl around on the table and then get off. On about the 5th time she got on there I said, “We really shouldn’t be letting her do this.” As soon as the words were out of my mouth she fell off. She’s okay but like I said, we really shouldn’t be letting her do that. Hopefully she’s proven that she can do it and gotten it out of her system.
And finally, I was able to capture a shot of Super Ging in all his glory. He hasn’t been around much lately, but every once in a while, he makes an appearance.
About an hour after I left Jack crying in his room without his beloved sunglasses, I found them in the garage on a shelf. I had looked there earlier, but apparently not well enough. When I came in from the garage he was yelling for me and still wanted his sunglasses. I thought he had fallen asleep. When I went up to his room, it was obvious he had been hard at work in there. Every single stuffed animal that he owned was now on his bed. It was like he was trying to make up for the lack of sunglasses with animals. But nothing could substitute for them. Poor kid. I’m glad I found the sunglasses so he could finally sleep.
When I went away last weekend, I made sure to bring a few things home for everyone else. Pat got some shorts that I’m not sure he likes and Casey got a lot of really, really cute outfits, mostly green for some reason. I thought I was doing pretty well when I found Jack a pair of sunglasses at Old Navy and a brightly colored soccer ball that caught my eye as I was waiting in line. I even got him the big one. I thought it was a pretty good gift since Tugger turned the old soccer ball into a chew toy and it is now sitting, deflated and chewed up, in the mud pit that is our backyard after 4 days of rain.
Last week while Jack’s Nana was here, I was kind of half listening while they were coloring with the crayons. I heard him say, “Oh dear” a couple times and just figured that he had broken a couple of them. Apparently, the first time he broke one of his crayons, I responded with “Oh dear” and that kind of stuck in his head.
I don’t know if I have any faithful readers who are waiting with baited breath for my next post, but if so, then I apologize for the blog-less week. I got away for a shopping weekend with friends last weekend and then we had Pat’s mom stay with us for the week.