We've been having some crazy poop episodes around this house the last couple of days. Not long after I finished blogging yesterday, I went downstairs to paint my toenails. The boys (both were up because Will would not stay in bed for his nap - it took just 2 1/2 hours to get him to fall asleep) moved upstairs to play not long after I joined them in the family room. Hey, thanks a lot! I guess they're not into painting their nails. I wasn't too worried about them causing mischief because I could hear the stampeding of their feet and squeals of delight as they raced around upstairs.
It took a few minutes for my pretty pink paint to set, then I headed upstairs to join in on the fun. Unfortunately for me, the fun was beyond any activity I could ever have hoped to join in. Nate had pooped, apparently, on the floor - everywhere - in Rick's and my room. The boys smeared it throughout a 100 square foot area of our light, creamy carpet, finger-painted the wall, and flung a few bits on the bed for good measure. They were covered head-to-foot in poop in their diaper and underwear clad selves and were absolutely thrilled at their wondrous adventure.
I thought I might be sick. That morning I'd already picked up a mystery poop under the desk, a pee puddle in Nate's room and one on the stairs. Why after doing so well was Nate being so bad? To say the least, I screamed so loudly at the boys my throat hurt for the rest of the night. Nate had time out for a couple hours - I could hardly stand to look at him I was so angry. It'd be one thing if that darn poop didn't stain like it does, but I worked and worked on that carpet. Of the four (four!) cans of Spot Shot carpet cleaner I'd bought on special at Target a couple days ago, I used three full cans yesterday. After a solid hour of scrubbing, soaking, and using the carpet cleaner, the carpet looked pretty good. I washed the bedding. I washed the walls. I fumed. I thought how naive I was to think I could survive these little monsters we brought into the world.
And the sh*t never ends. After surviving yesterday by a thread, things were going okay, if not quite cranky and whiny, this morning. Not an hour ago I was outside with the boys eating icy treats for dessert after lunch. I had to go to the bathroom (in a toilet) and left the boys playing outside with rocks for a few minutes. When I came out there was a big turd in the pretty white rocks I had put in the border of our fountain. I asked Nate if he did it, and he agreed he had. He said Daisy (our Doberman) was eating it, which I could see was an honest observation because it was a bit smeared over a decent section of rock. Great. Same sh*t, different day. I tried to have Nate pick it up, but it's not easy to get smooshed poop off white rocks with a paper towel for anyone. I ended up shoveling out a section of rocks. And to add to the joy, I got some on my fingers.
Times like these make me so excited to see what comes next. (that was sarcastic)
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Friday, May 30, 2008
Battle Royal
Time's flying by here at the Hoss household. We've been busy taking advantage of the fun stuff available for kids to do in our area.
We had a fairly uneventful, quick, and (if you pretend Will didn't have one tantrum after another and blood dripping from his teething mouth) enjoyable Wild Animal Park experience this last weekend in the San Diego area. Because we were traveling with our two dogs, and were on our way home from a nice two-night retreat to Rick's parent's house, we made it a quick visit. We were without stroller because there was no room in the truck, which allowed Rick and I to get decent workouts from toting the tots on our shoulders and packs on our backs.
Thankfully, Nate's got the whole theme-park routine down and is excellent at waiting in line and gingerly moving from one event/area/ride/critter to another. Will hasn't quite figured out the taking turns deal and he had a hard time (aka fits) when we had to leave the gorillas, lions, etc. I felt pretty bad that we had to leave the gorillas, too. They were pretty amazing.
Yesterday Nate had one of those, as his teacher said when I arrived, "not a very good day at school." He hit five children across the face and one with a car. Thankfully, the teacher said she was able to intervene and slow the force of the slapping car. I asked her if he thought it was funny when he hit them and she agreed he had. She thought he was just tired and a bit out of sorts. Hmm... we've got a little devil! He was upset about receiving a time out and took a nap in the afternoon. I'm afraid he's aspiring to become a pirate. We'll have to really focus on helping him get this evil side under wraps.
I've had a heck of a time finding a spare moment to write lately. Possibly because I'm doing things like cleaning up Nate's hidden, smooshed poop pile that was under the tipped over file box under the desk this morning. I don't know what overcame him. I don't know if he's ever done a random pooping like that. And, after cleaning up the bloody footprints throughout the house and down the stairs (for a second day in a row) from our dog, Hannah, who enjoys licking her feet to a pulp in her free time, our hand-held carpet cleaner pooped out when it came to the poop. Isn't that typical? And poop stains like crazy. I never knew that before kids. Could have been because I had chosen to not go poop on the floor for so long.
Will and I had a lot of fun playing at the beach yesterday morning while Nate was at school. We're fortunate to live so close to such lovely beaches. We joined my pal, Kimberly, and her son, and Will's buddy, Daniel. I treated myself to my favorite, an iced venti decaf sugar-free vanilla breve latte at Starbucks on the way down, just to top off my happiness factor. The boys were adorable and incredibly well-behaved. They looked like little sandmen, all covered in the beach that stuck to the spf 50 lotion lathered all over their little bodies. It's never fun to get all that sand off, and really not fun to have a sandy diaper changed, but it was well worth the opportunity for exploration, excitement and relaxation for us moms.
Will had a check-up for his tube surgery for his ears and the report was excellent. He's been such a trooper wearing his earplugs in the bath, etc. He's been spilling out a lot more words and they're becoming clearer, as well. If it wasn't for his terrible, swollen, bloody teething, I'm sure we would notice he's feeling much relieved. Will's become a great kisser and hugger and he has an incredible ability to fill our hearts with love. When Nate was throwing a fit last night while we had a picnic dinner at a nearby park (I ate the string cheese he wanted), Will was taking turns hugging me and Rick and leaning his head against Rick's forehead. He is a great kiss-blower and has a remarkably peaceful, gentle nature when he's not hitting or bulling others over.
In fact, I can hear Will dismantling my bathroom. I better put on my cape and save the house from the next battle royal (pronounced roy-Al for those of you who didn't watch WWF in the 80's).
We had a fairly uneventful, quick, and (if you pretend Will didn't have one tantrum after another and blood dripping from his teething mouth) enjoyable Wild Animal Park experience this last weekend in the San Diego area. Because we were traveling with our two dogs, and were on our way home from a nice two-night retreat to Rick's parent's house, we made it a quick visit. We were without stroller because there was no room in the truck, which allowed Rick and I to get decent workouts from toting the tots on our shoulders and packs on our backs.
Thankfully, Nate's got the whole theme-park routine down and is excellent at waiting in line and gingerly moving from one event/area/ride/critter to another. Will hasn't quite figured out the taking turns deal and he had a hard time (aka fits) when we had to leave the gorillas, lions, etc. I felt pretty bad that we had to leave the gorillas, too. They were pretty amazing.
Yesterday Nate had one of those, as his teacher said when I arrived, "not a very good day at school." He hit five children across the face and one with a car. Thankfully, the teacher said she was able to intervene and slow the force of the slapping car. I asked her if he thought it was funny when he hit them and she agreed he had. She thought he was just tired and a bit out of sorts. Hmm... we've got a little devil! He was upset about receiving a time out and took a nap in the afternoon. I'm afraid he's aspiring to become a pirate. We'll have to really focus on helping him get this evil side under wraps.
I've had a heck of a time finding a spare moment to write lately. Possibly because I'm doing things like cleaning up Nate's hidden, smooshed poop pile that was under the tipped over file box under the desk this morning. I don't know what overcame him. I don't know if he's ever done a random pooping like that. And, after cleaning up the bloody footprints throughout the house and down the stairs (for a second day in a row) from our dog, Hannah, who enjoys licking her feet to a pulp in her free time, our hand-held carpet cleaner pooped out when it came to the poop. Isn't that typical? And poop stains like crazy. I never knew that before kids. Could have been because I had chosen to not go poop on the floor for so long.
Will and I had a lot of fun playing at the beach yesterday morning while Nate was at school. We're fortunate to live so close to such lovely beaches. We joined my pal, Kimberly, and her son, and Will's buddy, Daniel. I treated myself to my favorite, an iced venti decaf sugar-free vanilla breve latte at Starbucks on the way down, just to top off my happiness factor. The boys were adorable and incredibly well-behaved. They looked like little sandmen, all covered in the beach that stuck to the spf 50 lotion lathered all over their little bodies. It's never fun to get all that sand off, and really not fun to have a sandy diaper changed, but it was well worth the opportunity for exploration, excitement and relaxation for us moms.
Will had a check-up for his tube surgery for his ears and the report was excellent. He's been such a trooper wearing his earplugs in the bath, etc. He's been spilling out a lot more words and they're becoming clearer, as well. If it wasn't for his terrible, swollen, bloody teething, I'm sure we would notice he's feeling much relieved. Will's become a great kisser and hugger and he has an incredible ability to fill our hearts with love. When Nate was throwing a fit last night while we had a picnic dinner at a nearby park (I ate the string cheese he wanted), Will was taking turns hugging me and Rick and leaning his head against Rick's forehead. He is a great kiss-blower and has a remarkably peaceful, gentle nature when he's not hitting or bulling others over.
In fact, I can hear Will dismantling my bathroom. I better put on my cape and save the house from the next battle royal (pronounced roy-Al for those of you who didn't watch WWF in the 80's).
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Who are these kids who keep calling me mom?
It's been a while. The truth is, I was so frustrated and downright angry inside last week I was afraid to write because I might have come across as a devil-mom-scorned. What pushed me over the top was some really painful heartburn. It was like a volcano in the center of my chest which radiated throughout my upper body. It kept making my right arm fall asleep and gave me a tight/sore back and a kink in my neck. It was nothing like I've ever experienced before and lasted over a week. It stabbed me when I breathed and I could hardly swallow any drink or food. Anyhoo, all that's over now. The day I made the doctor's appointment and the morning after I had a few drinks with my pal, Kimberly, my lava pit settled. Maybe margaritas are the answer to severe heartburn.
I'd like to say everything is hunky dory around here but I succumbed to bad momness tonight by spanking Nate THREE times. And he laughed every time. He is an extremely strong-willed little boy. I'd be proud of his conviction if it wasn't me he was constantly testing. I understand the second year is a time for children to try to take some control for themselves, so I've been throwing out options with everything. When I ask him to get underwear on, it goes something like, "are you going to wear tighty underwear or a bigger, looser pair?" just because it takes more creativity than I've got flowing at the moment to think of options that sound more exciting.
Nate fights me in everything we do. And I'm not exaggerating on the everything part. His favorite thing now is "don't say (any random word I just said), mommy." And he really likes "don't be funny, mommy." I mean, what kid would want their mom to have fun with them, right?
The spanks came for a few reasons tonight, but the underlying cause was failure to listen. If I ask him to not hit Will, he'll give Will one more good whop. If I ask Will to please not throw his blueberries, Nate will pick up one of Will's blueberries and chuck it. If I ask Nate to not dump the water out of their little blow-up swimming pool, Nate will tell Will to do it to try to get Will in trouble. This happens well over twenty times every day.
My thought was that Nate needed more focused one-on-one time with me, so today that was my goal during Will's nap time. I even dawned my rarely worn swim wear and splashed in the pool with him. We completely reworked the wood train set on the train table, then followed up by building a big plastic train track in the living room. I thought that by ignoring my chores for a while and truly focusing on Nate, he would be sure to be filled up with all my love and attention and be a very (or at least a little bit of a) good boy for the rest of the afternoon. Bull-honkey. It backfired! When I was sitting on the ground folding clothes he kicked me so hard under the shoulder blade that I still have a pinch (spank 1). Minutes later he beat Will with a puff-a-lump (mine from when I was a kid... remember those?) until Will fell back and hit his head on the stairs (spank 2) and then Nate managed to pee on the stairs for good measure. I think spank 3 happened after Nate wouldn't stay in time out but it's all starting to blur at this point.
The funny thing is that I was a stubborn, strong-willed kid myself. I thought most adults weren't worth respecting (I actually still feel a little that way - I told you, I'm stubborn) and made a lot of things happen through terrible tantrums into my upper teens. I know a lot of family and childhood friends of mine get a good chuckle hearing about my payback. I get a little bit of a chuckle myself when I'm not right in the fray. I don't even know what fray means, but I think I've heard that saying and the spell check's not picking it up.
Nate does have his great moments. They're a bit few at the moment, but he has hope and I think we'll all make it through the terrible two's in one piece. Or at least just in time for Will to start his.
Will's learning a lot from his older brother. 1. Tantrums and 2. Scratching. Fortunately, Will only uses his vices when he is not feeling well (usually from teething.. his molars are just breaking through finally), or he's really tired. Otherwise, he's in a great stage of life. He's coming into his own, speaking many new words every day and becoming a big boy in all his actions. He likes to use a napkin to keep himself cleaned up. He's always trying to drink my decaf lattes. He gets his own bowls and spoons and puts things back in their places. Today I got a kick out of him at breakfast. It was just Will and me (Nate slept in !?) and Will was eating cinnamon toast and blueberries. Will loves blueberries. I had the plastic container with an additional 30 berries or so still on the table. Will grabbed it, opened it, and proceeded to dump all the additional berries onto his plate. He then got up, grabbed the empty container and a big black plastic stirring spoon he'd gotten out earlier, and went and put the spoon back in the drawer and opened the cupboard and put the container in the garbage can, closed the cupboard and came back to the table, climbed up on the chair (it's a good effort for him) and sat and finished his breakfast (minus about 15 berries). He's a riot.
I was a very brave woman and took the boys to Disneyland by myself for the first time this last Wednesday. We stuck to California Adventure because it's usually a lot quieter than the Disneyland side. The boys were such good listeners, I was so proud of them. I would definitely try it again. It's a bit of an effort scooching on and off the tram with the stroller, backpack and kids, but otherwise, we fared quite well. Nate is a pro when it comes to waiting in lines and understanding the concept of letting everyone get their turn. Will lacks any patience waiting for other people, so he had numerous breakdowns and a few pretty hard core tantrums.
I misplaced the lap buckle for my stroller when washing the cover a while back, so Will can actually melt down under the lap bar and flop onto the ground. It doesn't even slow him down if we're moving. If he's upset enough, he's not afraid to try anything to let me know it. I felt good when a lady came up to me at the bakery where I was getting my special latte treat and a healthy sugar cookie for the boys (Will was so hysterical, he wouldn't even try the sugar cookie), and told me I had great patience. I hadn't even noticed how well I'd been keeping my composure until the woman noted it.
I've started reading Chicken Soup for the Busy Mom's Soul, a book my mom sent me. I think it'll help me keep things in perspective. I've only just begun but already I've read something that makes great sense. It said we, as moms, are so quick to point out our failures that we forget to notice the good things we do. I rarely congratulate myself when it comes to my parenting and I'm the first to admit I'm no pro nor the kind of woman's who's born to be a mom. I work hard to be the best mom I can be. I do notice my faults a lot. A lot, a lot. But, I'm going to try to focus on some of my positive traits, too. At least I'm out of the house with a one and two year old. That in itself is a decent feat.
It feels good to have finally blogged. Bleh. I got it all out... or at least 5-10% of it.
I'd like to say everything is hunky dory around here but I succumbed to bad momness tonight by spanking Nate THREE times. And he laughed every time. He is an extremely strong-willed little boy. I'd be proud of his conviction if it wasn't me he was constantly testing. I understand the second year is a time for children to try to take some control for themselves, so I've been throwing out options with everything. When I ask him to get underwear on, it goes something like, "are you going to wear tighty underwear or a bigger, looser pair?" just because it takes more creativity than I've got flowing at the moment to think of options that sound more exciting.
Nate fights me in everything we do. And I'm not exaggerating on the everything part. His favorite thing now is "don't say (any random word I just said), mommy." And he really likes "don't be funny, mommy." I mean, what kid would want their mom to have fun with them, right?
The spanks came for a few reasons tonight, but the underlying cause was failure to listen. If I ask him to not hit Will, he'll give Will one more good whop. If I ask Will to please not throw his blueberries, Nate will pick up one of Will's blueberries and chuck it. If I ask Nate to not dump the water out of their little blow-up swimming pool, Nate will tell Will to do it to try to get Will in trouble. This happens well over twenty times every day.
My thought was that Nate needed more focused one-on-one time with me, so today that was my goal during Will's nap time. I even dawned my rarely worn swim wear and splashed in the pool with him. We completely reworked the wood train set on the train table, then followed up by building a big plastic train track in the living room. I thought that by ignoring my chores for a while and truly focusing on Nate, he would be sure to be filled up with all my love and attention and be a very (or at least a little bit of a) good boy for the rest of the afternoon. Bull-honkey. It backfired! When I was sitting on the ground folding clothes he kicked me so hard under the shoulder blade that I still have a pinch (spank 1). Minutes later he beat Will with a puff-a-lump (mine from when I was a kid... remember those?) until Will fell back and hit his head on the stairs (spank 2) and then Nate managed to pee on the stairs for good measure. I think spank 3 happened after Nate wouldn't stay in time out but it's all starting to blur at this point.
The funny thing is that I was a stubborn, strong-willed kid myself. I thought most adults weren't worth respecting (I actually still feel a little that way - I told you, I'm stubborn) and made a lot of things happen through terrible tantrums into my upper teens. I know a lot of family and childhood friends of mine get a good chuckle hearing about my payback. I get a little bit of a chuckle myself when I'm not right in the fray. I don't even know what fray means, but I think I've heard that saying and the spell check's not picking it up.
Nate does have his great moments. They're a bit few at the moment, but he has hope and I think we'll all make it through the terrible two's in one piece. Or at least just in time for Will to start his.
Will's learning a lot from his older brother. 1. Tantrums and 2. Scratching. Fortunately, Will only uses his vices when he is not feeling well (usually from teething.. his molars are just breaking through finally), or he's really tired. Otherwise, he's in a great stage of life. He's coming into his own, speaking many new words every day and becoming a big boy in all his actions. He likes to use a napkin to keep himself cleaned up. He's always trying to drink my decaf lattes. He gets his own bowls and spoons and puts things back in their places. Today I got a kick out of him at breakfast. It was just Will and me (Nate slept in !?) and Will was eating cinnamon toast and blueberries. Will loves blueberries. I had the plastic container with an additional 30 berries or so still on the table. Will grabbed it, opened it, and proceeded to dump all the additional berries onto his plate. He then got up, grabbed the empty container and a big black plastic stirring spoon he'd gotten out earlier, and went and put the spoon back in the drawer and opened the cupboard and put the container in the garbage can, closed the cupboard and came back to the table, climbed up on the chair (it's a good effort for him) and sat and finished his breakfast (minus about 15 berries). He's a riot.
I was a very brave woman and took the boys to Disneyland by myself for the first time this last Wednesday. We stuck to California Adventure because it's usually a lot quieter than the Disneyland side. The boys were such good listeners, I was so proud of them. I would definitely try it again. It's a bit of an effort scooching on and off the tram with the stroller, backpack and kids, but otherwise, we fared quite well. Nate is a pro when it comes to waiting in lines and understanding the concept of letting everyone get their turn. Will lacks any patience waiting for other people, so he had numerous breakdowns and a few pretty hard core tantrums.
I misplaced the lap buckle for my stroller when washing the cover a while back, so Will can actually melt down under the lap bar and flop onto the ground. It doesn't even slow him down if we're moving. If he's upset enough, he's not afraid to try anything to let me know it. I felt good when a lady came up to me at the bakery where I was getting my special latte treat and a healthy sugar cookie for the boys (Will was so hysterical, he wouldn't even try the sugar cookie), and told me I had great patience. I hadn't even noticed how well I'd been keeping my composure until the woman noted it.
I've started reading Chicken Soup for the Busy Mom's Soul, a book my mom sent me. I think it'll help me keep things in perspective. I've only just begun but already I've read something that makes great sense. It said we, as moms, are so quick to point out our failures that we forget to notice the good things we do. I rarely congratulate myself when it comes to my parenting and I'm the first to admit I'm no pro nor the kind of woman's who's born to be a mom. I work hard to be the best mom I can be. I do notice my faults a lot. A lot, a lot. But, I'm going to try to focus on some of my positive traits, too. At least I'm out of the house with a one and two year old. That in itself is a decent feat.
It feels good to have finally blogged. Bleh. I got it all out... or at least 5-10% of it.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Sometimes I slack because I'm sleepy and have heartburn
I know I've been slacking. Sleepiness has been taking it's toll lately. Usually I can shake it, but it's been sticking to me like mud to a hog lately. I really just wanted to say "mud to a hog". Thought that one up myself.
Will's been teething something awful. He slept seven hours during the day yesterday, he was so spent. It's just after 7 pm and all my boys (Rick included) are out for the count. I've never heard of any kid having it as rough as Will. Most kids his age have most all their teeth and he's just breaking through his first two sets of molars. It looks like someone cheese-grated his gums and some bits of teeth are showing through. For some odd reason, he had some worm/vein thing coming out of his gum a couple days ago. I didn't check it out to much, and no, I did not pull on the thing. I'm too busy and exhausted to even worry about a weird worm/vein in my child's mouth. Luckily, I didn't fret, because it appears to have crawled back into the hole it came from.
I'm a bit worried Will's going to turn out with the same temper I've suffered from, particularly in childhood. He's such a loving, good natured guy until something doesn't go his way, or most often, when someone does him wrong. When he's decided someone's out to get him, he reacts with a gusto that would make Ali proud. He's a full-force attacker and he's a natural when it comes to hitting. He's a coordinated little bugger and he can pack power with his punches, one and a half or not. Will doesn't limit himself to flailing fists, he's got enough stout to bowl his opponent over, as well. Typically, Nate's the recipient of Will's outbursts, and honestly, Nate deserves 99% of them.
Nate can be downright cruel to Will. I can't yet tell if he's intending to hurt Will or make his life difficult, or if it's just curiosity that brings out the mean big brother behavior Nate's displaying. Nate usually laughs while he's standing on Will and bouncing on him (something that happened tonight) or throwing sand in Will's face and piling it in his hair, etc. I don't think Nate's that evil. I hope. I think he's just seeing what reaction he'll get. His finding-his-limits-work-ethic is enviable.
We're working on listening with Nate. Actually, it's more like he's working on not listening with us. It's been grating a bit on Ricks' and my nerves. I know he's not the only 2 year old out there practicing his not listening skills, but it gets a bit tiring, none-the-less. Rick tried the "Volcan Grip" which was grabbing Nate's shoulders hard while looking him in the eye to make sure he understood "do not open the door when we ask you not to" (and the first time and not the 5th would be a bonus). Didn't really work, but kudos to Rick for trying a new grip.
The boys are not only becoming worst enemies, they're also becoming best friends. This is the part that really warms me and gives me hope for the future. They love to chase each other around and get such a kick out of themselves, I can't imagine what they would do without each other. As Nate said to Will in the car this afternoon, "I love you, Silly Goose!". Just repeating the words in my head brings a smile to my face. Nate sat pondering in his car seat for a while, then asked "where are all my friends?". He had forgotten his best friend was sitting right next to him. That's what helps me survive the tough moments of having a one and two year old. I know that no matter what happens to me and Rick, they'll always have each other. aahhh I must be sleepy because that sounds pretty sappy!
Will's been teething something awful. He slept seven hours during the day yesterday, he was so spent. It's just after 7 pm and all my boys (Rick included) are out for the count. I've never heard of any kid having it as rough as Will. Most kids his age have most all their teeth and he's just breaking through his first two sets of molars. It looks like someone cheese-grated his gums and some bits of teeth are showing through. For some odd reason, he had some worm/vein thing coming out of his gum a couple days ago. I didn't check it out to much, and no, I did not pull on the thing. I'm too busy and exhausted to even worry about a weird worm/vein in my child's mouth. Luckily, I didn't fret, because it appears to have crawled back into the hole it came from.
I'm a bit worried Will's going to turn out with the same temper I've suffered from, particularly in childhood. He's such a loving, good natured guy until something doesn't go his way, or most often, when someone does him wrong. When he's decided someone's out to get him, he reacts with a gusto that would make Ali proud. He's a full-force attacker and he's a natural when it comes to hitting. He's a coordinated little bugger and he can pack power with his punches, one and a half or not. Will doesn't limit himself to flailing fists, he's got enough stout to bowl his opponent over, as well. Typically, Nate's the recipient of Will's outbursts, and honestly, Nate deserves 99% of them.
Nate can be downright cruel to Will. I can't yet tell if he's intending to hurt Will or make his life difficult, or if it's just curiosity that brings out the mean big brother behavior Nate's displaying. Nate usually laughs while he's standing on Will and bouncing on him (something that happened tonight) or throwing sand in Will's face and piling it in his hair, etc. I don't think Nate's that evil. I hope. I think he's just seeing what reaction he'll get. His finding-his-limits-work-ethic is enviable.
We're working on listening with Nate. Actually, it's more like he's working on not listening with us. It's been grating a bit on Ricks' and my nerves. I know he's not the only 2 year old out there practicing his not listening skills, but it gets a bit tiring, none-the-less. Rick tried the "Volcan Grip" which was grabbing Nate's shoulders hard while looking him in the eye to make sure he understood "do not open the door when we ask you not to" (and the first time and not the 5th would be a bonus). Didn't really work, but kudos to Rick for trying a new grip.
The boys are not only becoming worst enemies, they're also becoming best friends. This is the part that really warms me and gives me hope for the future. They love to chase each other around and get such a kick out of themselves, I can't imagine what they would do without each other. As Nate said to Will in the car this afternoon, "I love you, Silly Goose!". Just repeating the words in my head brings a smile to my face. Nate sat pondering in his car seat for a while, then asked "where are all my friends?". He had forgotten his best friend was sitting right next to him. That's what helps me survive the tough moments of having a one and two year old. I know that no matter what happens to me and Rick, they'll always have each other. aahhh I must be sleepy because that sounds pretty sappy!
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