Rough life

It can't be that bad...

Comprende?

I am constantly asking Connor, "Do you understand me?" after I explain to him why something he did got him in trouble. This morning I attempted to fix his hair. He of corse ran off and said, "Mom, do not do that to me again. Do you understand?". Happy 7 months birthday to Charlieboo!

Hip thrust

Kelli is in for it. She and McKenzie came over last night. Connor started singing, and I hesitate to admit this, "country girl shake it for me.". McKenie started dancing around shaking her head and hip thrusting. And she is only 11 months old.

Most exciting moment since Charlie was born

I was sitting at my desk in the living room working on something when Connor started screaming from upstairs. I jumped up and started up in a panic. "Mom I pooped IN the potty!!!". And sure enough he did! As he stood next to the toilet beaming with pride, I could not have been more proud if he had just found a cure for cancer.

Little Charlie (aka Darth Vader) is doing much better with his breathing treatments. It's pretty hard to look cute wearing a mask but he pulls it off.

A house is not a home

I was chatting with another mom at the park when Connor walked up and asked, "when are we going to transport Charlie to our habitat?". Love that kids vocabulary.

One Liners

Well, it appears as though I am not able to keep up with a blog at this point in my life. I recently read an article in Good Housekeeping (kind of embarassingly my favorite magazine these days) about keeping a one sentence journal. I think I can handle that. I started writing it last week and decided to put them on the blog with the hope that as I type the one sentence journal I may find myself writing a little more to remember the funny/special/frustrating/happy moments in my life.

1/11/12
Charlie was diagnosed with RSV today. Connor runs and hides when I turn on the nebulizer because he says he doesnt like it because it makes Charlie cry. Sweet boy.

1/12/12
Connor was running around all day yelling, "I'm gonna cut your pants off and make you smart!" Um....O....K....

1/13/12
RSV and two ear infections...poor Charlie. He is in a surprisingly good mood for being so sick. Such a good natured boy.

1/14/12
Connor read "Baby Bear Baby Bear," out loud. Screech owl became "scratching owl" and Mule deer became "Reindeer." So cute.

1/15/12
Connor was constipated and, as usual, trying to avoid pooping. We got into the bathroom and he said, "I want to try it standing up." Sorry honey, that one doesn't quite work that way.

1/16/12
Connor is obsessed with helping me clean up the kitchen after dinner. It is wonderful. I give it a week. On another note, Charlie put the rectal thermometer in his mouth today. :)

Loophole

Most of the time I feel like I am completely spinning my wheels and might as well be trying to teach a cow how to vacuum. I swear I have said the same things five thousand times and it just goes in one of Connors ears and out the other. I had a momentary validation today.

We were leaving Target this morning and I told Connor to get in his seat while I loaded Charlie and the bags into the car. I got everything into the car and cranked it up. "Wait mom! I need my seat belt!". Woops...bad mommy forgot to buckle the kid in. After I had buckled him in and was driving back to the house I was feeling pretty cocky about my parenting skills. My almost three year old would not let me drive without putting his seat belt on! He listened! He remembered! I am AWESOME!!!!

We got home and he walked into the house, saw his toy disaster in the living room and said, "Look at all this mess!!" Then he picked up some cars and threw them into a bucket. Now, I know that is not much but for him it is huge. Again I am thinking I was an awesome parent. My child recognized a mess and decided to clean it up (somewhat).

With my chest puffed out with pride I started to get lunch ready. Peanut butter sandwich with strawberries. And there comes the attitude I know so well. "I don't WAAAAAAANT these strawberries!!!!!!" "Well Connor, if you eat all of your strawberries you can have some chocolate goldfish." Chocolate goldfish are his crack. He started at the strawberries then looked at me with his signature mischievous smirk. Then my wonderfully behaved, always following directions little boy proceeded to grab three sliced strawberries and shove them all into his mouth at one time. "No sir! One bite at a time!" I started yelling. One stray slice slipped out of his mouth and he quickly snatched it back up and shoved it back in. Apparently that slice was just a little more than his mouth could hold and he started gagging. Somehow this child managed to throw up and let the barf fall out of his mouth without letting one single strawberry slice fall out of his mouth. Red vomit all over the clothes and table...and of course on the one day he is wearing nice clothes instead of a t shirt. By the time my shock wore off he was swallowing the last of the giant bite and coughing. "Chocolate goldfish mommy!" he says with a giant smile. I hag to give them to him...after all he did eat all the strawberries like I told him to.

"Mommy, this pants needs some oxyclean." That's my boy!