Happy 2006, Y'all.
Okay, 2006 is off to a rough start, if one of my resolutions (which I never keep anyway, but let’s just run with it) is to re-establish writing regularly in my blog. Here it is, oh, what, the 16th? 17th? I don’t even know. I do know, however, that one of the problems with me keeping this resolution thus far is that we’re having weird problems with our service provider. By the time you read this, it will be old news, I’m sure, because I haven’t been able to log onto the web for a couple of days, now, and ditto for my email. If any of you out there are trying to keep in touch, I want to apologize right now. We got the Comcast guy coming to our house on Thursday (the 19th? 20th), so, hopefully, I can return to the land of the linked. Weird, how you can only vaguely remember a time when you didn’t have instant access to information via your computer. We are so screwed if our perpetuity of enemies gets wise and figures out that the real way to cripple us is to bomb our electricity stations.
Anywho, here we are, in the beginning of 2006, and my baby boy is 25 months old today. Yes, he blew right by his 2nd birthday, singing the song to himself and clapping his hands and generally basking in the glow of his anniversary. God, what a sweetie he is, and what a frigging pain, sometimes. And really, when I say that, I mean that I am an impatient jerk, because HE’s ONLY TWO, and I expect him to know certain things or behave a certain way, and, if we’re going to be frank, the kid’s still shitting in his pants, so how am I supposed to expect him to remember every single time to stop throwing his toy trains around or not to purposely crumble cookies onto the carpet because he likes the way it looks and feels when it breaks apart in his hands. I’ll take his predilection for science experiments any day, considering how loving and considerate he is with his parents, his sister, and even strangers. I have never seen a kid who tries so hard to share as this one. It breaks my heart to see him figure out that being nice doesn’t always pay off, as we learn pretty much each time we go to the park and we deal with other two or three-year-olds. Kane will see them playing with something he likes, and he will go up to them and offer them a toy in exchange for theirs. Granted, he’s got to learn that we all have to take turns, and we can’t just get something just because we want it right then, but still – pretty good kid, right? But then Kane will be playing with something, and a little kid will come right up and take it from him and walk off while Kane is playing with it, and, after I quell the urge to kick the little shite in his Geranimals bum (I hate grabby kids. Period.), I have to explain to Kane that sometimes, he has to assert himself or just get over it, or he will lose lots of things he likes to pushy people (that has gotten me a few looks from other moms or nannies, but eff ‘em; they should be teaching their kids to be a little better at working within a society). Most of these grown-ups don’t even pay attention to how their kid is behaving, or else they think it’s cute. And usually, the kids act a lot like the parents. I haven’t made many friends at the park, as you might guess.
Bottom line: My son is a good sharer. Needs to speak up a little more when he’s upset with his peers. Still a very gentle little soul (the Thomas trains notwithstanding). He’s talking fast and furiously, and copying everything we say. Loves learning new words, and will pick up the new word out of a sentence, and will repeat only that word. He just learned he can sing the past two weeks, and has been belting out his favorite tunes he’s been weaned on. Still learning the alphabet and numbers, and picking up one letter extra a day, as far as randomly spotting it and saying what it is within a written word.
As far s the peanut is concerned: Holy Crap – she’s crawling. And by that, I don’t mean, oh, holy crap, isn’t that precious? I mean, Holy Crap – I have TWO MOBILE BABIES. I’m getting tired just typing it.
The favorite word for Miz C? Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Brrrrrrrr. Brrrrrrrrr. Brr. Brrrrrrrrrr. Yep, we can do this ALL DAMN DAY. The kids also like to play Dueling Wails, which is kind of like Dueling Banjoes, but much more annoying. This usually happens when they’re both put down for their afternoon naps, and if one of them ain’t sleepy, ain’t nobody gonna sleep. They really do try to imitate the other’s cries, I’m not kidding. I think I’ll tape it one day, just so I can play it back for them when they get older. I may also tape Kane in his whiny stage, because that’ll be fun to play back to a significant other when he’s older. Muhahahaha.
Oh, and Carly had figured out that if she turns up the volume to 11 when she wants something, it’s much more effective than if she gently crescendos on up to that point. She is so Daddy’s Little Girl on that one.
Other than that, I have been dealing with two teething babes (Carly’s getting several of her first teeth in at once, and Kane’s getting his two-year molars), so life has been a steady stream of Cranky and Congested.
And now, let us pray: Oh lord, please let life get back to Normal, which means poop in the pants, yes, but also means there will be five minutes for Mommy during the day. We ask this through Elmo and Grover, amen.
Anywho, here we are, in the beginning of 2006, and my baby boy is 25 months old today. Yes, he blew right by his 2nd birthday, singing the song to himself and clapping his hands and generally basking in the glow of his anniversary. God, what a sweetie he is, and what a frigging pain, sometimes. And really, when I say that, I mean that I am an impatient jerk, because HE’s ONLY TWO, and I expect him to know certain things or behave a certain way, and, if we’re going to be frank, the kid’s still shitting in his pants, so how am I supposed to expect him to remember every single time to stop throwing his toy trains around or not to purposely crumble cookies onto the carpet because he likes the way it looks and feels when it breaks apart in his hands. I’ll take his predilection for science experiments any day, considering how loving and considerate he is with his parents, his sister, and even strangers. I have never seen a kid who tries so hard to share as this one. It breaks my heart to see him figure out that being nice doesn’t always pay off, as we learn pretty much each time we go to the park and we deal with other two or three-year-olds. Kane will see them playing with something he likes, and he will go up to them and offer them a toy in exchange for theirs. Granted, he’s got to learn that we all have to take turns, and we can’t just get something just because we want it right then, but still – pretty good kid, right? But then Kane will be playing with something, and a little kid will come right up and take it from him and walk off while Kane is playing with it, and, after I quell the urge to kick the little shite in his Geranimals bum (I hate grabby kids. Period.), I have to explain to Kane that sometimes, he has to assert himself or just get over it, or he will lose lots of things he likes to pushy people (that has gotten me a few looks from other moms or nannies, but eff ‘em; they should be teaching their kids to be a little better at working within a society). Most of these grown-ups don’t even pay attention to how their kid is behaving, or else they think it’s cute. And usually, the kids act a lot like the parents. I haven’t made many friends at the park, as you might guess.
Bottom line: My son is a good sharer. Needs to speak up a little more when he’s upset with his peers. Still a very gentle little soul (the Thomas trains notwithstanding). He’s talking fast and furiously, and copying everything we say. Loves learning new words, and will pick up the new word out of a sentence, and will repeat only that word. He just learned he can sing the past two weeks, and has been belting out his favorite tunes he’s been weaned on. Still learning the alphabet and numbers, and picking up one letter extra a day, as far as randomly spotting it and saying what it is within a written word.
As far s the peanut is concerned: Holy Crap – she’s crawling. And by that, I don’t mean, oh, holy crap, isn’t that precious? I mean, Holy Crap – I have TWO MOBILE BABIES. I’m getting tired just typing it.
The favorite word for Miz C? Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Brrrrrrrr. Brrrrrrrrr. Brr. Brrrrrrrrrr. Yep, we can do this ALL DAMN DAY. The kids also like to play Dueling Wails, which is kind of like Dueling Banjoes, but much more annoying. This usually happens when they’re both put down for their afternoon naps, and if one of them ain’t sleepy, ain’t nobody gonna sleep. They really do try to imitate the other’s cries, I’m not kidding. I think I’ll tape it one day, just so I can play it back for them when they get older. I may also tape Kane in his whiny stage, because that’ll be fun to play back to a significant other when he’s older. Muhahahaha.
Oh, and Carly had figured out that if she turns up the volume to 11 when she wants something, it’s much more effective than if she gently crescendos on up to that point. She is so Daddy’s Little Girl on that one.
Other than that, I have been dealing with two teething babes (Carly’s getting several of her first teeth in at once, and Kane’s getting his two-year molars), so life has been a steady stream of Cranky and Congested.
And now, let us pray: Oh lord, please let life get back to Normal, which means poop in the pants, yes, but also means there will be five minutes for Mommy during the day. We ask this through Elmo and Grover, amen.
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