Days 2015

Days 2015

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Crying Wolf

Much to my shock and awe, Boston has decided that he wants to be potty trained. We're halfway there. He talks like a caveman and sits like a king. (On the throne.) It's hard to get him off. We are pretty tidy about our bathroom words. He calls, "Mom, Meh-essss" when he needs to run to the bathroom. We don't say some of those other words. He doesn't even know them, atleast in the traditional sense. This morning, however, as I was getting ready for the day he brought me a bottle of shampoo. "Mom, whaddat?" I told him it was shampoo. I guess he thought that was a funny word because then I couldn't get him to stop shouting, "Mommy's poop! Mommy's Pooooop!"
I guess our other problem is that now he is hypersensitive and thinks he needs to use the bathroom every ten minutes--the crying wolf stage.
Cooper is scheduled to get tubes in his ears next Tuesday. I'm excited about the no-ear-infection thing, and the surgery only takes about 10 minutes with supposed full recovery the same day. He has been such a good baby. Right now his favorite thing is to be hauled around in his frontpack snugli so he can see everything. Also, pulling hair. I have to wear a ponytail every day or I will soon be bald. He is also on rice cereal now and sleeping soundly from about 9:30 PM to 7 AM. HEAVEN!!
Leslie is such a good girl , too. Yesterday she had the day off school and was amusing herself by pretending to be an orphan princess or something. Anyway, she made a cave under her desk and packed herself a knapsack so she could camp there. She was showing me what was inside and guess what? She packed her scriptures. Aawww! Also, we've been having some wormy sod replaced and some work done on our sprinklers. When the manager, Jose, who has a lovely accent, asked me a few things about what needed to be done, Leslie stood back and listened. After he left, she whispered to me in awe, "Mom! I didn't know you could speak Spanish!" I can't, and had to tell her that conversation was all in English. She didn't believe me.

Thursday, October 4, 2007

Happies on the doors

October has finally arrived in full force (since I stayed up late last night, digging in the cold storage for my autumn decorations to put up without interference.) The kids awoke to a cheery kitchen lined with spiders, eyeballs, packages of cheddar larvae, and leftover chopped off fingers from last year. Boss and I taped up plastic Jack-o-lantern pictures on some of the doors, including one in his bedroom. He calls them "Happies" because of their happy faces. But my favorite part of the fall decor is the long line (13 qts...I had 14 but I put one in the pantry) of homemade apple pie mix, shiny lids and all on my kitchen counter. Bea-utiful. Our neighbor the Bishop has an orchard and invited us to take our fill. It was so fun. I took the boys one afternoon. The weather was gorgeous and so was Boston with his beep beep car and Cooper happily riding in his pouch. Then we came back with Mark and Leslie when Mark got home from work.
Mark is just about done with softball season; tonight may be his last game. We also get to go to parent teacher conference tonight. Except here they call them SEP conferences for Student, Educator, Parent, and you are supposed to bring your child. Now where is the fun in that? I guess it's good for the kids to hear the teacher brag them up, as in our case...
Mark and I are still trying to decide what to be for Halloween, since we will be going to a couple of parties. We thought about Napoleon Dynamite and his girl, but one of our neighbors is already doing that. Nacho Libre? I could be Incarnation the non-floosey nun I suppose but Mark would have to wear "stretchy pants" and he's not too excited about that. We'll see.