TheMommyBlog

This is an exchange I had with Mom today on IM. as soon as I saw Mom’s name pop up on the screen, I knew my little angels had to be asleep.

Mindimer: Are they sleeping?

Mom: it’s been an interesting afternoon. first we went to the glasses place to fix my glasses, where Dylan waited patiently with a wrapped lollipop to be eaten later in the car. Then in the car he waved it at daphne who immed. took it away and licked away. so I couldn’t stop and Dy was heartbroken asking and begging for it back. then I finallly stopped and took it away but her entire face and hands and shirt were completely sticky and pink and was she furious when I took it away. Then we came home and she had some s

Mindimer: I am laughing my head off

Mom: snacks and Dylan wanted to spend about 30 minutes on the potty so I left her in her chair and she immed. dumped the thing of applesauce all over the floor. blue applesauce

Mom: then Dylan sat and sat and sat and sat and as soon as he got up and I put his diaper on he peed in it.

Mindimer: serves you right for buying it. Don’t bring it to my house

Mom: so finally I gave him a jelly bean and put them too bed.

Mom: and I’m sitting here wondering when to clean up the applesauce

Mindimer: Next week. Or whenever G gets home

Mom: Dylan invented a dance hanging onto the handles of the toilet paper dispenser after I took the paper away and danced around for about 20 minutes and sang peepeepeepee

Mom: can’t wait for gil--we’re at my house.

Mom: I’ll wait for Geo.

Mom: Dylan liked being naked

Mindimer: I love my job

Mom: and he was very comfortable sitting on the potty but I got a little bored.

Mom: Daphne can no longer be trusted around lollipops. it was so funny and sad listening to Dy ask so nicely for her to give it bacck or to share

Mindimer: I am laughing so hard I’m getting dirty looks. My H&R Block consultant reviewed the return and commented that our mortgage interest seems a little high relative to our income, and that I should be sure I have a 1098 to back it up…

Mom: ok, don’t go to jail because I’ll get tired of the pppppeeeeepppeeee song eventually bye for now.

Mindimer: bye

Daphne took her first steps last night! She is one week shy of 11 months. I know that sound optimistically early to be walking, but it was witnessed and repeated, and that’s good enough for the baby book! She was standing in the living room with her toy cell phone up to her ear (placing a catalog order, no doubt), when she just started stepping forward. She went three steps before she fell, and then did it again in the kitchen for 4 steps. Of course, the boys couldn’t stand not being in the spotlight, so they kept moving in front of her and accidently knocking her down.

Logan and I had a long conversation about death today; specifically, the timing of my death. He had the idea that I would die once he was a grownup, and he was estatic to learn that I would probably live for a while beyond that. I speculated that maybe I’d even live long enough to see his kids become grownups, and he loved that, saying, “ I think you would really like my kids, Mom.”

We have been having some great exchanges lately, in some fun places. I went in to check on him in the bath last week, and he wanted to know if I was too old to be a teacher (what?). I said no, I could be a teacher, and he said, “Well, then Daddy’s too old to be a teacher.” He was surprised that his experience of teachers as 19 and 20 year-old girls was not the rule. He was further astounded to hear that both Grandma and Grandpa were teachers, and that Grandma taught people how to write stories and talk about them. He said, “Mommy, can we keep talking about this? Because this is some very cool stuff you’re telling me.”

Turns out the whole point he was working up to was that he wished that I could be a pre-K teacher (instead of whatever I was during the day when I left for work) and teach his class. But then I asked him what we’d do when he left pre-K and went to Kindergarten at the new school, and he of course assumed that I would then start teaching Kindergarten, and first grade, and so on. He just thinks school, fun as it was, would be so much MORE fun if his parents were there the whole time.

Today is Dad’s 61st birthday. I doff my cap for a moment of silence.

Dylan truly amazes me with his language use. Logan was very precocious as well, and I think Dylan picked most of it up from him, but to be using sentences 4 and 5 words long at 20 months really amazed me. Dr. Moore tested him at his two-year appointment, holding up crayons for him to describe. He picked up a fuchia crayon and asked if Dylan could tell him the color. “PINK!” Dr. Moore was amazed and said that when a 2 year old could even name a color, they usually generalize and say red. Now he’s almost 2 1/2, and he sounds like a preschooler.

However, Logan gets the prize for cutest new words. Last night, I took him to the toy store to pick out a horse toy as a reward for getting through 5 meals without complaining, screaming or crying (you don’t want to know). On the way back, all bubbly and happy about his new ponies, he asked me if I knew what a trophy was. I was pretty impressed and asked him to describe it for me. “It’s when you go up to a girl and say trophy, and then you get married.” I LOVE IT! I asked if he was going to marry someone, and he said he said trophy to Bella, and she said “Yay! I get to marry you!” and then she gave him a big hug, but the teachers say no kissing. I love getting time alone with him so he can tell stories like this.

Dylan has started sending everyone to their rooms when he’s mad. He scrunches up his brows, points his little arm and says, “Not funny! Now GO to your room!” Usually you can make him laugh then, and he says, “Was that funny, Mommy, was that funny, Mommy, was that funny?”

Happy New Year! It’s the first day back at work, and that means year-end financials. Hundreds and hundreds of three-hole-punched, mind-numbing pages. Pathetically, I went on a special shopping trip for that all-important 4-inch binder this year.

Dylan had triple hernia surgery on December 30th. You would never know it from the way he’s acting now, but he was achingly sweet and serious for the first two days. He hurt a lot the first day, but didn’t want to stay in bed, so I would occasionally find him whimpering face-down on the floor just outside his bedroom. The only way he’d stay in bed was if I snuggled in with him.

For the record: we watched approximately six thousand hours of Veggie Tales from Monday afternoon to Wednesday evening. We gave in to incessant demands for the Tomato and the Cucumber, hoping it would keep Dylan from popping his stitches. He kept turning somersaults and jumping off the couch, and then he’d clutch his groin and say, “My peepee! My peepee!”

Daphne is going to walk early, we think, like Dylan. She’s practicing the standing moves all the time now, and even jumps to her feet from a kneeling position once in a while. I can’t even do that.

Logan is having a tough time right now. Every tiny thing seems to throw him into a tailspin, and he has a hard time dealing with frustration. Hopefully he’ll feel better when he goes back to school after the holiday break. If not, we’ll have to tie him to a stake in the back yard.