Dave asked Noah last night if it was time for bed.
Noah replied, "No. My yawns haven't come yet."
"Well, maybe they'll come upstairs when you lay down."
"No. We have to wait for my yawns to come."
A few minutes later Dave and I are in the kitchen and Noah comes running in. He's very excited when he yells, "MY YAWNS CAME!!! It's time for bed!!" and off he went to bed for the night.
Saturday, November 15
Thursday, October 16
Thursday, October 9
Tuesday, September 30
Two things
Noah's been sick with asthma the last few days. He's on over-the-counter cough meds every 4 hours - religiously - so he can be sure to make it to school for picture day. I went into his room the other night to wake him and give him his next 4 hour dose.
"Noah. You have to take your medicine."
He rolls over and mumbles "Erica"
I smile to myself. He's dreaming about Erica - the love of his life.
"Noah. Take your medicine."
He takes it and falls back to sleep.
In the morning, I asked him what he had dreamed about.
He said, "Grama Texas and Jr."
"Really. Did you dream about Grama Texas or did you dream about Erica?"
His eyes light up and he says, "ERICA! We played catch with the pink tennis ball and the blue round thing on our hands where the ball kept getting stuck." (catch with velcro paddles) All the while, he's doing the motions and showing me exactly how he played catch with Erica.
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Dave took Noah down the street on the motorcycle on Sunday morning. Noah just loved it and has been asking me non-stop since if he can get on "daddy's motorcycle." I tell him, "It's daddy's motorcycle and daddy's at work."
This morning, when we got home from school, he asked if he could ride the motorcycle and the conversation went as usual until he said, "You take me."
(I open his door to get him out of his car seat but he won't take his arms out of his seatbelt until he's done talking so he's doing all the motions from his carseat.)
"Noah, I don't know how. It's daddy's. You'll have to wait and ask daddy when he gets home."
"No. You do it. Like this: get on and put your hands like this (shows me how to spread my arms apart to grab the handles) and go VROOM-VROOM like this (shows me how to steer the motorcycle by turning his arms) and then we go around the circle."
"Oh. Is that how? Well, it's daddy's motorcycle so mommy isn't allowed." :)
It seemed to work because he got out of his carseat and went in the house - whining the whole way in about how I should do it so he doesn't have to wait for daddy.
"Noah. You have to take your medicine."
He rolls over and mumbles "Erica"
I smile to myself. He's dreaming about Erica - the love of his life.
"Noah. Take your medicine."
He takes it and falls back to sleep.
In the morning, I asked him what he had dreamed about.
He said, "Grama Texas and Jr."
"Really. Did you dream about Grama Texas or did you dream about Erica?"
His eyes light up and he says, "ERICA! We played catch with the pink tennis ball and the blue round thing on our hands where the ball kept getting stuck." (catch with velcro paddles) All the while, he's doing the motions and showing me exactly how he played catch with Erica.
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Dave took Noah down the street on the motorcycle on Sunday morning. Noah just loved it and has been asking me non-stop since if he can get on "daddy's motorcycle." I tell him, "It's daddy's motorcycle and daddy's at work."
This morning, when we got home from school, he asked if he could ride the motorcycle and the conversation went as usual until he said, "You take me."
(I open his door to get him out of his car seat but he won't take his arms out of his seatbelt until he's done talking so he's doing all the motions from his carseat.)
"Noah, I don't know how. It's daddy's. You'll have to wait and ask daddy when he gets home."
"No. You do it. Like this: get on and put your hands like this (shows me how to spread my arms apart to grab the handles) and go VROOM-VROOM like this (shows me how to steer the motorcycle by turning his arms) and then we go around the circle."
"Oh. Is that how? Well, it's daddy's motorcycle so mommy isn't allowed." :)
It seemed to work because he got out of his carseat and went in the house - whining the whole way in about how I should do it so he doesn't have to wait for daddy.
Wednesday, September 24
So smart it's aggrivating sometimes
Noah has a problem lately with seeing just how much food he can put in this mouth. There have been several times in the past few weeks where I find him gagging at the table because he has so much in his mouth that it is spewing out between his lips and his eyes are watery. He's not choking - he just can't chew it and there's so much that he gags.
I have told him - more than once - "Don't put too much in your mouth. You'll choke and have to ride in an ambulance."
Noah and Natalie have taken to having raisins as an afternoon snack lately. Raisins are apparently an extra tempting snack to shove in your mouth all at one time. Every time I put a handful of raisins on the table in front of him I say, "No more than 2 raisins in your mouth at one time. How many raisins in your mouth?"
"Two."
"That's right. Two. If you put too many in your mouth, I'm going to have to feed you like a baby."
So today he responds: "Like when I was a baby and you cut the raisins in half so I wouldn't choke on them."
WHAT!!!! Are you kidding!?!?!?!?! I haven't done that since he was like 12 months old. How does he remember this stuff!?!?!?!
I have told him - more than once - "Don't put too much in your mouth. You'll choke and have to ride in an ambulance."
Noah and Natalie have taken to having raisins as an afternoon snack lately. Raisins are apparently an extra tempting snack to shove in your mouth all at one time. Every time I put a handful of raisins on the table in front of him I say, "No more than 2 raisins in your mouth at one time. How many raisins in your mouth?"
"Two."
"That's right. Two. If you put too many in your mouth, I'm going to have to feed you like a baby."
So today he responds: "Like when I was a baby and you cut the raisins in half so I wouldn't choke on them."
WHAT!!!! Are you kidding!?!?!?!?! I haven't done that since he was like 12 months old. How does he remember this stuff!?!?!?!
Monday, September 15
Hurricane Ike Hits Ohio!
Large tree down...
...over the neighbors fence...
...the house has been for sale for over a year.
One medium tree snapped in half
Second medium tree snapped in half
Small "twig" tree down and you can see tree trunk in background from previous photo
Large branch
Small branches in the yard
Wednesday, August 27
Oh, Noah...
Noah - "Where we going"
Me - "We're gonna go home because it's time for Natalie to go night-night."
Noah - "I wanna watch something."
Me - "I think it's time for you to go night-night, too."
Noah - "No. I wanna watch something."
Me - "No. You're gonna go night-night."
Noah - "No. I'll watch something and then go night-night."
Me - "No. You go night-night and when you wake up, you can watch something"
Noah - "That's not a deal."
Me - "We'll see."
A few days ago we were driving past a church and Noah asked if it was a castle. I told him it was a church. He said, "That church has a BIG hat."
I asked, "A big hat?"
"Yes. A BIG hat. Look, there's a church, too."
"That's right. There's another church."
"That church has a small hat."
"A small hat?"
"Yes. A small white hat."
And then I realize the "white hat" is the steeple. How funny!!
Tuesday, August 19
Things I thought I'd never say (part 2)
Dave had to go to White Plains a few weeks ago for work. He used my roll-board suitcase because the handle on his is broken. I can't tell you the last time I used that suitcase - clearly (keep reading).
When he came home, he unpacked it and left it in the living room for the kids to play with. They love playing with the suitcases and Noah likes to pretend he's "going to the airport to see Grampa Dirt".
Dave and Noah were outside, I was on the computer and Natalie was playing in the living room with the suitcase. I hear paper rustling and look to see what Natalie has found that she is possibly eating. She has opened one of the small zip compartments and has emptied out the bandaids. No big deal until I focus a little more on what's in her mouth and not on the floor aound her. The following quote is DEFINITELY something I never thought I'd say:
"Natalie, don't eat tampons."
Luckily, Noah was outside so I didn't have to worry about him asking, "What's that?" I had a good laugh to myself when I wondered what the security checkpoint must have thought when Dave cleared security with tampons in his suitcase. :)
When he came home, he unpacked it and left it in the living room for the kids to play with. They love playing with the suitcases and Noah likes to pretend he's "going to the airport to see Grampa Dirt".
Dave and Noah were outside, I was on the computer and Natalie was playing in the living room with the suitcase. I hear paper rustling and look to see what Natalie has found that she is possibly eating. She has opened one of the small zip compartments and has emptied out the bandaids. No big deal until I focus a little more on what's in her mouth and not on the floor aound her. The following quote is DEFINITELY something I never thought I'd say:
"Natalie, don't eat tampons."
Luckily, Noah was outside so I didn't have to worry about him asking, "What's that?" I had a good laugh to myself when I wondered what the security checkpoint must have thought when Dave cleared security with tampons in his suitcase. :)
Famous Noah Quotes
Every week when we're leaving church we ask Noah what he learned in Sunday School. We usually get varied responses that include the names Jesus or Mary along with other commentary about the most important part of Sunday School: the toys and the snack.
Yesterday as we were heading home we asked:
"Noah, what did you learn today in Sunday School?"
He replied: "We learned about my Ark!"
Yesterday as we were heading home we asked:
"Noah, what did you learn today in Sunday School?"
He replied: "We learned about my Ark!"
Friday, August 15
Dreams
Noah hasn't been sleeping well since we got home from Connecticut. He's insistent that we lay down with him until he falls asleep. We're not sure why or where he got the idea that laying down with him is part of the bedtime routine. We don't lay down with him and it requires a little more effort at bed time but why play into it and have more problems later.
I've been sleeping in the guest room because I go to bed so much later than Dave. I'm afraid if I sneak in to bed, he'll wake up and be too tired for work the next day.
Noah comes into "my room" a few nights ago at 4:30 and all he can say as he runs across the floor and buries himself into my shoulder is, "I'm so scared! I'm so scared! I'm so scared!"
"Buddy! What are you so scared of?"
I pull him into bed with me and he says, "That man. I'm so scared!"
"What man?"
"That man. That man over there."
"What man? There's no man."
"That man over there."
"Over where?"
He points to the chair in the corner of the room. As I pull him closer to me to calm him down, I feel that he's a little wet and needs a diaper. I tell him that I have to go downstairs to get him a diaper. He looks at me, begging with his eyes, and asks if he can come with me.
Every part of me wants to tell him yes but I know that if I take him downstairs with me, I'll never get him back to sleep. I tell him that I'll turn the bedside light on and leave the door open. He agrees that leaving the light on and the door open will work for him in my 15 seconds of absense.
I head downstairs, knowing how scared he is, almost swearing there's a man in the house. I'm such a chicken that now, he has me convinced that there must be someone in the house; he's seen someone in his room. I reason with myself: the gate was closed and no one could get upstairs without opening the gate which would wake me and Dave much less all the way to Noah's room without me hearing the floors creak. Okay - I'm good! I head back upstairs with the diaper.
I go into the room and Noah is really staring hard at the chair in the corner of the room. I ask him if he's okay. He tells me no and is insistent that there is a man behind the chair. (You have to understand, we're not talking about a small rocker. It's a large, oversized, chair that is almost as big as a small loveseat. It's at an angle in the corner so someone could very easily hide behind it and we would never know). Okay - now I'm freaked out but I continue to reason with myself on the same logic. "No one could get upstairs without opening the gate which would wake me and Dave" I know that if Noah sense me being scared that we're really screwed.
I calmly, in the most loving maternal voice I can muster, say, "Noah. There's noone over there." He is looking at the chair and would burn holes through it if he could because he's staring so hard. Okay - reasoning with myself is starting fail - "Stay calm! Stay calm!"
I want to run down the hall and wake up Dave but it's a "school night" and I know there isn't really anyone behind the chair. He'll think we're both crazy but I'm really starting to get scared. I decide, before running down the hall, waking up Dave and defeating the purpose of me sleeping in the guest room, is to go "look" for myself. If there is really someone there, I'll scream, it'll wake up Dave, it'll send Noah running down the hall to "Dave's room" and then Dave will save us all. I'd say my logic is running pretty good for what is now 5 am. "Stay calm! Stay calm!"
"Noah, there's noone over there. Do you want me to go look?"
Thumb in his mouth, clutching dog, near tears, he looks at me with puppy dog eyes and nods.
Okay - here goes nothing. "Please God!! Do not let anyone be behind that chair!!"
Whew!!! It's clear!!!! Relief!!!!
I tell Noah that there is noone back there but I can tell by how he is looking at me and the chair that he's still not sure. "Noah. If I move the chair will that be better?"
Again - thumb in his mouth, clutching dog, near tears, he looks at me with puppy dog eyes and nods.
I push the chair all the way into the corner so it is completely flush with the wall. I climb back in bed hoping that now, we'll be able to go back to sleep. I know that there is no way he'll go back in his room alone and I'm too tired to care so I let him sleep with me. I turn the light off and see that we've been up for a little more than an hour. Oh - I'm gonna hate life tomorrow and I'm gonna need an extra large Starbucks!
It's a cool night and the window is open in my room. A car drives by and Noah rolls over, gets inches from my face to be sure he can see me in the dark and says, "Did the cow go back in the barn?"
Um - okay?!?! "Yes buddy! The cow went back into the barn."
He rolled over and I didn't hear anything else from him until 8:30. Dave has already left for work so I didn't get my morning run to Starbucks (refernce posting "Mom Brain") but I got an extra hour of sleep to make up for the hour and a half I was up in the middle of night. I can't go without completely so I load the kids in the car and we head to Starbucks.
The chair is still pushed all the way against the wall and will probably remain that way indefinitely. After that night, I don't think I would ever stop wondering if someone were hiding behind that chair if I moved it back to where it was.
I've been sleeping in the guest room because I go to bed so much later than Dave. I'm afraid if I sneak in to bed, he'll wake up and be too tired for work the next day.
Noah comes into "my room" a few nights ago at 4:30 and all he can say as he runs across the floor and buries himself into my shoulder is, "I'm so scared! I'm so scared! I'm so scared!"
"Buddy! What are you so scared of?"
I pull him into bed with me and he says, "That man. I'm so scared!"
"What man?"
"That man. That man over there."
"What man? There's no man."
"That man over there."
"Over where?"
He points to the chair in the corner of the room. As I pull him closer to me to calm him down, I feel that he's a little wet and needs a diaper. I tell him that I have to go downstairs to get him a diaper. He looks at me, begging with his eyes, and asks if he can come with me.
Every part of me wants to tell him yes but I know that if I take him downstairs with me, I'll never get him back to sleep. I tell him that I'll turn the bedside light on and leave the door open. He agrees that leaving the light on and the door open will work for him in my 15 seconds of absense.
I head downstairs, knowing how scared he is, almost swearing there's a man in the house. I'm such a chicken that now, he has me convinced that there must be someone in the house; he's seen someone in his room. I reason with myself: the gate was closed and no one could get upstairs without opening the gate which would wake me and Dave much less all the way to Noah's room without me hearing the floors creak. Okay - I'm good! I head back upstairs with the diaper.
I go into the room and Noah is really staring hard at the chair in the corner of the room. I ask him if he's okay. He tells me no and is insistent that there is a man behind the chair. (You have to understand, we're not talking about a small rocker. It's a large, oversized, chair that is almost as big as a small loveseat. It's at an angle in the corner so someone could very easily hide behind it and we would never know). Okay - now I'm freaked out but I continue to reason with myself on the same logic. "No one could get upstairs without opening the gate which would wake me and Dave" I know that if Noah sense me being scared that we're really screwed.
I calmly, in the most loving maternal voice I can muster, say, "Noah. There's noone over there." He is looking at the chair and would burn holes through it if he could because he's staring so hard. Okay - reasoning with myself is starting fail - "Stay calm! Stay calm!"
I want to run down the hall and wake up Dave but it's a "school night" and I know there isn't really anyone behind the chair. He'll think we're both crazy but I'm really starting to get scared. I decide, before running down the hall, waking up Dave and defeating the purpose of me sleeping in the guest room, is to go "look" for myself. If there is really someone there, I'll scream, it'll wake up Dave, it'll send Noah running down the hall to "Dave's room" and then Dave will save us all. I'd say my logic is running pretty good for what is now 5 am. "Stay calm! Stay calm!"
"Noah, there's noone over there. Do you want me to go look?"
Thumb in his mouth, clutching dog, near tears, he looks at me with puppy dog eyes and nods.
Okay - here goes nothing. "Please God!! Do not let anyone be behind that chair!!"
Whew!!! It's clear!!!! Relief!!!!
I tell Noah that there is noone back there but I can tell by how he is looking at me and the chair that he's still not sure. "Noah. If I move the chair will that be better?"
Again - thumb in his mouth, clutching dog, near tears, he looks at me with puppy dog eyes and nods.
I push the chair all the way into the corner so it is completely flush with the wall. I climb back in bed hoping that now, we'll be able to go back to sleep. I know that there is no way he'll go back in his room alone and I'm too tired to care so I let him sleep with me. I turn the light off and see that we've been up for a little more than an hour. Oh - I'm gonna hate life tomorrow and I'm gonna need an extra large Starbucks!
It's a cool night and the window is open in my room. A car drives by and Noah rolls over, gets inches from my face to be sure he can see me in the dark and says, "Did the cow go back in the barn?"
Um - okay?!?! "Yes buddy! The cow went back into the barn."
He rolled over and I didn't hear anything else from him until 8:30. Dave has already left for work so I didn't get my morning run to Starbucks (refernce posting "Mom Brain") but I got an extra hour of sleep to make up for the hour and a half I was up in the middle of night. I can't go without completely so I load the kids in the car and we head to Starbucks.
The chair is still pushed all the way against the wall and will probably remain that way indefinitely. After that night, I don't think I would ever stop wondering if someone were hiding behind that chair if I moved it back to where it was.
Saturday, July 26
Makeup
We arrived in Connecticut at 230 Friday morning. Penny got up to greet us when she heard the kids. Noah stood in the hallway, trying to hide behind my leg so he wouldn't have to say hi. It was a little weird but we had been in the car for 12 hours, it's 2:30 in the morning, there aren't a lot of lights on - maybe it's all to much at 2:30am.
We get ourselves settled: Dave and Noah in one room; me and Natalie in the other room.
I hear Noah running laps bright and early in the morning. I'm so thankful that Penny can take care of it. Dave and I are exhausted from the long drive.
A little later, when Dave and I are up, I learn about how Noah's morning started:
When Noah woke up, he climbed in bed with Dave. Dave opened his eyes to see Noah sucking his thumb, clutching dog, lip quivering and "big alligator tears rolling down his face." Dave asked him what was wrong. Noah replies with a shaky voice, "Grama Penny has to put her eyebrows on!!" He then heard her in the kitchen making coffee, looked at Dave as if nothing was wrong and said, "I go see Grama Penny. You go night-night!" He took off out of the bedroom and rounded the corner into the kitchen. Tears starting up again and voice quivering he looks at Penny and says, "Grama Penny, you have to put your eyebrows on!" They talked through it and all was well.
Now we know why he was trying to hide behind my leg when we arrived at 2:30 - Grama Penny didn't have her makeup on.
We get ourselves settled: Dave and Noah in one room; me and Natalie in the other room.
I hear Noah running laps bright and early in the morning. I'm so thankful that Penny can take care of it. Dave and I are exhausted from the long drive.
A little later, when Dave and I are up, I learn about how Noah's morning started:
When Noah woke up, he climbed in bed with Dave. Dave opened his eyes to see Noah sucking his thumb, clutching dog, lip quivering and "big alligator tears rolling down his face." Dave asked him what was wrong. Noah replies with a shaky voice, "Grama Penny has to put her eyebrows on!!" He then heard her in the kitchen making coffee, looked at Dave as if nothing was wrong and said, "I go see Grama Penny. You go night-night!" He took off out of the bedroom and rounded the corner into the kitchen. Tears starting up again and voice quivering he looks at Penny and says, "Grama Penny, you have to put your eyebrows on!" They talked through it and all was well.
Now we know why he was trying to hide behind my leg when we arrived at 2:30 - Grama Penny didn't have her makeup on.
Mom Brain
My new morning routine, since we got back from California, is to run to Starbucks in the morning, all by myself, before Dave leaves for work. I get a few minutes to wake up and a few sips of coffee before the kids start my day.
I work out 3 days a week and this particular Friday was no exception. I have severe "mom brain" today. It's so bad that I got lost getting out of the Kroger parking lot (the Starbucks is in Kroger). It's 730am and there's probably only 7 cars in the parking lot, all of which, I'm sure are Kroger employees and I can't find my way to one of three exits. I finally make it out of the parking lot, make it home, feed the kids breakfast, load up and head to the Y. I haven't finished my Starbucks yet but I have a few stops on the way so I take it with me.
I load Natalie in the car, make sure Noah is strapped in right, and we're off to start our day.
We stop at the bank. I have to deposit cash so I don't want to use the ATM.
I ask the teller for a deposit slip. As I'm waiting to finish the transaction, I reach for my Starbucks but it's not in the cup holder. Well, shoot - I left it on the counter. Oh - wait - no... I put it on top of the car to strap Natalie in and I bet that's where I left it. I slowly open the sunroof cover to see my Starbucks cup laying on it's side with my mocha getting ready to run down the front window. I bet the teller can see it and now I'm so embarrassed!!
It's only 930 and I have SEVERE "mom brain". I have got to get it together!!!
I work out 3 days a week and this particular Friday was no exception. I have severe "mom brain" today. It's so bad that I got lost getting out of the Kroger parking lot (the Starbucks is in Kroger). It's 730am and there's probably only 7 cars in the parking lot, all of which, I'm sure are Kroger employees and I can't find my way to one of three exits. I finally make it out of the parking lot, make it home, feed the kids breakfast, load up and head to the Y. I haven't finished my Starbucks yet but I have a few stops on the way so I take it with me.
I load Natalie in the car, make sure Noah is strapped in right, and we're off to start our day.
We stop at the bank. I have to deposit cash so I don't want to use the ATM.
I ask the teller for a deposit slip. As I'm waiting to finish the transaction, I reach for my Starbucks but it's not in the cup holder. Well, shoot - I left it on the counter. Oh - wait - no... I put it on top of the car to strap Natalie in and I bet that's where I left it. I slowly open the sunroof cover to see my Starbucks cup laying on it's side with my mocha getting ready to run down the front window. I bet the teller can see it and now I'm so embarrassed!!
It's only 930 and I have SEVERE "mom brain". I have got to get it together!!!
Sorry mom!
We are headed out of town and it never fails, when we leave, the kids get sick. We've learned that even if there's no symptoms, take them to the doctor before we leave anyway. It's just a precaution so we don't end up spending crazy money on an ER visit. This trip was no different. The kids have been sick for several days with a cough and runny nose. I'm worried Natalie will get an ear infection so we head to the doctor the day before we leave.
Sure enough - Natalie has an ear infection in both ears. The doctor and I were both surprised since she is so smiley and happy. Noah has fluid in his ears but it's not enough to be concerned about an ear infection. Natalie is prescribed an antibiotic and Noah is "prescribed" Dimetapp Elixir. The Dimetapp is supposed to drain the fluid in his ears so he doesn't get an ear infection.
By the time I leave the doctor and get to Walgreens, we are on the border of nap time. The kids still have to eat lunch and we have to wait for their medicine. I turn in the prescription and head off to find the Dimetapp. It's still taking a while so we venture down the clearance aisle.
"Prescription ready for Weaver."
Great - let's go!! I pay for all the medicine (including the inhaler refill I forgot we ordered) and catch my breath as I'm told how much we owe.
I tell Noah we're leaving and he has to take my hand. He runs ahead of me and around the corner. I yell for him and start to count. As I turn the corner, he's gone. I start to panic until 2 steps later I see him in the toy aisle. Now he's in trouble!! He not only wouldn't hold my hand when I told him to but he ran ahead and I couldn't find him. I grab his hand and tell him, quite firmly, that he MUST hold my hand. He doesn't want to hold my hand and decides he won't walk if I won't let go of his hand. Now, I'm carrying Natalie, a Walgreens bag in one hand and literally dragging Noah out of the store with the other. His shoes are scraping the ground and he is trying to pull his hand away from me. I'm about to drop Natalie and he's really in trouble now!! He's on the verge of a temper tantrum and I don't have anymore patience to deal with this.
We make it to the car and put him in his seat - how, I'm still not sure. I put him in before I put Natalie in but, he's in his seat and he won't do his seatbelt. I threaten him, "Put your seatbelt on - NOW - or I will bust your butt!!" To my dismay, the woman is getting into her car beside me and, in this day and age, if she heard me threaten Noah, is probably on the phone to child services.
I get Natalie buckled in and then buckle Noah in. As I open my door, it doesn't catch and it swings back. I hit my head - hard! I now have a knot and I can't tell if the cut on my head is going to bleed. Just get me home............. Really - I'm going to get in the car in 24 hours for a 12 hour drive to Connecticut - Really!?!?!?!? Just get me home..............
We survive the 1.2 miles to the house. I get him out and tell him to go inside. I get Natalie out and put her down in the kitchen. I go back out to the car for the Walgreens bag. The meds have to be refrigerated. I can't really wait until after the kids are in bed.
Noah knows he's in trouble. I come back in to find him sitting at the table, waiting patiently for his next set of instructions. I tell him that he is eating a hot dog and then he's going to bed. He, at this point, would try to convince me that he's not tired but not today. He says, "I want ((insert random food item))." "No. You're eating a hot dog and you're going to bed." No comment - great, I'm glad we finally understand each other.
I put the hot dog in the microwave and call Dave at work. I'm really close to tears - stress, headache, Natalie wanting nothing but to be held, too much to do and not enough time to do it in.
I tell Dave that I have hit my head and I have a knot. He asks if I'm lightheaded, headache, dizzy, ya-da, ya-da. Once we agree that I'm not going to pass out, I begin to lose what little bit of control I have left and my voice cracks. Dave asks if I've taken anything and tells me he will check back in 20 minutes. I proceed to tell him about my trip to Walgreens and how mad I am at Noah. Noah is sitting at the table waiting for his hot dog listening to my conversation with Dave.
...he ran ahead of me, I couldn't find him for a second, he was in the toy aisle, I told him to hold my hand, "I had to drag him out of the store. People probably thought I was kidnapping him. 'I swear, I'm not trying to kidnap my own child.' I was literally dragging him out of the store. I was dragging him across the parking lot all the way to the car."
We discuss our Noah problems that we are having lately and I hang up. I'm still so upset with him that I really just want to put him to bed. If I expect a long nap from both kids, they have to eat lunch.
As I'm cutting up his hot dog, he says, in his sing-song voice, "Sorry, mom."
"Sorry for what?"
"Sorry for walking like a dragon in Walgreens." (oh the mind of a two year old - I said "dragging" and he thought I meant walking like a "dragon")
When he's that cute, how can I stay mad at him. I wanted to stay mad at him but he was "walking like a dragon"
Sure enough - Natalie has an ear infection in both ears. The doctor and I were both surprised since she is so smiley and happy. Noah has fluid in his ears but it's not enough to be concerned about an ear infection. Natalie is prescribed an antibiotic and Noah is "prescribed" Dimetapp Elixir. The Dimetapp is supposed to drain the fluid in his ears so he doesn't get an ear infection.
By the time I leave the doctor and get to Walgreens, we are on the border of nap time. The kids still have to eat lunch and we have to wait for their medicine. I turn in the prescription and head off to find the Dimetapp. It's still taking a while so we venture down the clearance aisle.
"Prescription ready for Weaver."
Great - let's go!! I pay for all the medicine (including the inhaler refill I forgot we ordered) and catch my breath as I'm told how much we owe.
I tell Noah we're leaving and he has to take my hand. He runs ahead of me and around the corner. I yell for him and start to count. As I turn the corner, he's gone. I start to panic until 2 steps later I see him in the toy aisle. Now he's in trouble!! He not only wouldn't hold my hand when I told him to but he ran ahead and I couldn't find him. I grab his hand and tell him, quite firmly, that he MUST hold my hand. He doesn't want to hold my hand and decides he won't walk if I won't let go of his hand. Now, I'm carrying Natalie, a Walgreens bag in one hand and literally dragging Noah out of the store with the other. His shoes are scraping the ground and he is trying to pull his hand away from me. I'm about to drop Natalie and he's really in trouble now!! He's on the verge of a temper tantrum and I don't have anymore patience to deal with this.
We make it to the car and put him in his seat - how, I'm still not sure. I put him in before I put Natalie in but, he's in his seat and he won't do his seatbelt. I threaten him, "Put your seatbelt on - NOW - or I will bust your butt!!" To my dismay, the woman is getting into her car beside me and, in this day and age, if she heard me threaten Noah, is probably on the phone to child services.
I get Natalie buckled in and then buckle Noah in. As I open my door, it doesn't catch and it swings back. I hit my head - hard! I now have a knot and I can't tell if the cut on my head is going to bleed. Just get me home............. Really - I'm going to get in the car in 24 hours for a 12 hour drive to Connecticut - Really!?!?!?!? Just get me home..............
We survive the 1.2 miles to the house. I get him out and tell him to go inside. I get Natalie out and put her down in the kitchen. I go back out to the car for the Walgreens bag. The meds have to be refrigerated. I can't really wait until after the kids are in bed.
Noah knows he's in trouble. I come back in to find him sitting at the table, waiting patiently for his next set of instructions. I tell him that he is eating a hot dog and then he's going to bed. He, at this point, would try to convince me that he's not tired but not today. He says, "I want ((insert random food item))." "No. You're eating a hot dog and you're going to bed." No comment - great, I'm glad we finally understand each other.
I put the hot dog in the microwave and call Dave at work. I'm really close to tears - stress, headache, Natalie wanting nothing but to be held, too much to do and not enough time to do it in.
I tell Dave that I have hit my head and I have a knot. He asks if I'm lightheaded, headache, dizzy, ya-da, ya-da. Once we agree that I'm not going to pass out, I begin to lose what little bit of control I have left and my voice cracks. Dave asks if I've taken anything and tells me he will check back in 20 minutes. I proceed to tell him about my trip to Walgreens and how mad I am at Noah. Noah is sitting at the table waiting for his hot dog listening to my conversation with Dave.
...he ran ahead of me, I couldn't find him for a second, he was in the toy aisle, I told him to hold my hand, "I had to drag him out of the store. People probably thought I was kidnapping him. 'I swear, I'm not trying to kidnap my own child.' I was literally dragging him out of the store. I was dragging him across the parking lot all the way to the car."
We discuss our Noah problems that we are having lately and I hang up. I'm still so upset with him that I really just want to put him to bed. If I expect a long nap from both kids, they have to eat lunch.
As I'm cutting up his hot dog, he says, in his sing-song voice, "Sorry, mom."
"Sorry for what?"
"Sorry for walking like a dragon in Walgreens." (oh the mind of a two year old - I said "dragging" and he thought I meant walking like a "dragon")
When he's that cute, how can I stay mad at him. I wanted to stay mad at him but he was "walking like a dragon"
Wednesday, July 23
Just catching up
So, it's been almost a month since my last posting. There have been many moments that I think "That definitely has to go in the blog." My next thought is, "I hope I remember." It seems like times runs away from me and time to update the blog is few and far between.
Noah got hurt at the 4th of July cook out we went to. It's the cutest thing to hear him tell it. He was pushing a Little Tykes mower through the yard. When he got to the patio, the mower stopped because the patio is slightly higher than the grass line. Noah pushes with all his might and the mower went onto the patio. Because he was pushing so hard and wasn't ready for the mower to move, the mower took him down. In the process of the fall (and it's a medical mystery as to how it happened), his ring fingernail on his left and right hand were "blown" off his fingers. Best we can tell from the aftermath, based on how we think he was holding the mower, the pressure from the fall onto his hands blew the fingernails right off his fingers about 2/3 the way down the nail. There was blood everywhere. There was no other scratches, scrapes or bruising anywhere on him or his hands. The only evidence of the fall is that he's missing 2 fingernails. Whether the nail will grow back is to be determined over time. If we/he is really that worried about it cosmetically, we can take him to a specialist to have the nail pulled completely from the bed of his finger and let the whole nail start over fresh. Only time will tell!
There has been a few moments of cute, innocent Noah comments - I hope I can remember them...
Yesterday we were cleaning up toys and he had a toy cell phone in his hand. I reminded him that if we wanted the blue tent from the basement, he had to help clean up. He said into the phone, "Hold on a minute, Stacy." He looked at me and said, "I'm on the phone to Stacy. My Stacy, not your Stacy." "Oh - okay. Well, clean up or no tent."
Dave was scrounging through the kitchen a few days ago looking for a lost tea pot. He opened the island cabinets under the stove top and I saw a really fantastic colander. I said, "Oh wow!! I didn't that was under there. I'll take that!" Noah, who was sitting at the table eating lunch, said, "That's what we bought for you with Grama Penny." Really... I love it!! Thanks...
When Natalie falls, she's very dramatic about her reaction. Dave and I will usually say, if we can tell she's faking it, "You're fine. I saw it." Yesterday Noah, Natalie and I were playing in the floor and she was standing next to the ottoman. She leaned against a pillow that didn't hold her weight and she fell. She didn't cry or react other than to pull herself back up. Noah, on the other hand, looks at her, laughs and says, "You're fine. I saw it. No crying."
If I can remember the other things that he has said, I'll post them. Hopefully when I remember them. I should start carrying around a notebook to write it down so I don't forget.
We were sitting in the parking lot outside of Kohls today while I fixed Natalie a drink. Noah pointed out the window and said, "Hey, look mom. A shoe."
"A shoe? Where?"
"Right there. That white one."
"That white car? Is that a shoe?"
"Yes"
Apparently, in the mind of a 2 1/2 year old, a Mazda CX-7 looks like a shoe.
Noah is an amazing baseball player. He'll play with the Fisher Price tee-ball he has but he prefers to have someone pitch it to him. If he's not outside, he'll even try to play in the house. He throws a little plastic puzzle piece up into the air and hits it with a wooden spoon. I'm amazed at his ability to hit it. He hasn't quite figured out where to stand for where he wants to ball/puzzle piece to go but he's still pretty good. The next baseball game in the front yard, I want Noah on my team. He definitely doesn't get his baseball ability from me.
Natalie is standing by herself. She will walk if she's able to hold onto something. She hasn't taken her first steps by herself yet but she's trying. You can tell she wants to and she really thinks hard about whether to try it or not. In the end, she lowers herself to the floor and crawls away. She's so close to walking. She likes to wrestle with Noah. He'll sitting in the floor playing or on the couch watching TV. Natalie crawls right up next to him, gets up on her knees, makes an attack noise and body slams him. Sometime he plays right back; other times he's just not interested.
Noah got hurt at the 4th of July cook out we went to. It's the cutest thing to hear him tell it. He was pushing a Little Tykes mower through the yard. When he got to the patio, the mower stopped because the patio is slightly higher than the grass line. Noah pushes with all his might and the mower went onto the patio. Because he was pushing so hard and wasn't ready for the mower to move, the mower took him down. In the process of the fall (and it's a medical mystery as to how it happened), his ring fingernail on his left and right hand were "blown" off his fingers. Best we can tell from the aftermath, based on how we think he was holding the mower, the pressure from the fall onto his hands blew the fingernails right off his fingers about 2/3 the way down the nail. There was blood everywhere. There was no other scratches, scrapes or bruising anywhere on him or his hands. The only evidence of the fall is that he's missing 2 fingernails. Whether the nail will grow back is to be determined over time. If we/he is really that worried about it cosmetically, we can take him to a specialist to have the nail pulled completely from the bed of his finger and let the whole nail start over fresh. Only time will tell!
There has been a few moments of cute, innocent Noah comments - I hope I can remember them...
Yesterday we were cleaning up toys and he had a toy cell phone in his hand. I reminded him that if we wanted the blue tent from the basement, he had to help clean up. He said into the phone, "Hold on a minute, Stacy." He looked at me and said, "I'm on the phone to Stacy. My Stacy, not your Stacy." "Oh - okay. Well, clean up or no tent."
Dave was scrounging through the kitchen a few days ago looking for a lost tea pot. He opened the island cabinets under the stove top and I saw a really fantastic colander. I said, "Oh wow!! I didn't that was under there. I'll take that!" Noah, who was sitting at the table eating lunch, said, "That's what we bought for you with Grama Penny." Really... I love it!! Thanks...
When Natalie falls, she's very dramatic about her reaction. Dave and I will usually say, if we can tell she's faking it, "You're fine. I saw it." Yesterday Noah, Natalie and I were playing in the floor and she was standing next to the ottoman. She leaned against a pillow that didn't hold her weight and she fell. She didn't cry or react other than to pull herself back up. Noah, on the other hand, looks at her, laughs and says, "You're fine. I saw it. No crying."
If I can remember the other things that he has said, I'll post them. Hopefully when I remember them. I should start carrying around a notebook to write it down so I don't forget.
We were sitting in the parking lot outside of Kohls today while I fixed Natalie a drink. Noah pointed out the window and said, "Hey, look mom. A shoe."
"A shoe? Where?"
"Right there. That white one."
"That white car? Is that a shoe?"
"Yes"
Apparently, in the mind of a 2 1/2 year old, a Mazda CX-7 looks like a shoe.
Noah is an amazing baseball player. He'll play with the Fisher Price tee-ball he has but he prefers to have someone pitch it to him. If he's not outside, he'll even try to play in the house. He throws a little plastic puzzle piece up into the air and hits it with a wooden spoon. I'm amazed at his ability to hit it. He hasn't quite figured out where to stand for where he wants to ball/puzzle piece to go but he's still pretty good. The next baseball game in the front yard, I want Noah on my team. He definitely doesn't get his baseball ability from me.
Natalie is standing by herself. She will walk if she's able to hold onto something. She hasn't taken her first steps by herself yet but she's trying. You can tell she wants to and she really thinks hard about whether to try it or not. In the end, she lowers herself to the floor and crawls away. She's so close to walking. She likes to wrestle with Noah. He'll sitting in the floor playing or on the couch watching TV. Natalie crawls right up next to him, gets up on her knees, makes an attack noise and body slams him. Sometime he plays right back; other times he's just not interested.
Saturday, June 28
Priceless
Sand box at a yard sale: $2Sand for the sand box: $7
Toys for the sand box: $6
Playing in the sand with dad on Father's Day: Priceless
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