My husband had just returned from his trip up to Washington. He returned with many exciting things but one was particularly exciting to Son #2. My husband brought home his grandfather's cane.
My husband sat on the couch and drug the cane across the floor. Son #2, who had been crawling around the living, was immediately awestruck by this new object. He had never seen anything like this before. It was so interesting. There it was...magically moving across the carpet. Should he go after it? Could he catch it? There were so many things to contemplate.
Son #2 quickly made his way to the moving cane. My husband's eyes twinkled as he stopped the cane so Son #2 could grab it. Then, my husband slowly lifted the cane as Son #2 held on.
Son #2 looked around a little confused. The cane was moving upward. This was new. Should he stand up? Could he hold on? What if he were to bite this new thing? Maybe a little drool would slow it down.
My husband steadied Son #2 as he stood while the cane rose. Son #2 let out a little shriek of joy and then traveled the length of the cane. Our little baby reached toward the coffee table but then pulled back when he began to wobble. Son #2 experimented with the cane while standing and sitting. Then my husband tried to have him walk with the cane as if walking on a high wire. Son #2 held the cane for a bit but then sat down. He crawled away to investigate other things.
My husband and I giggled at the fun we had just had with our little baby. Who knew that a cane could be so entertaining?
Friday, June 8, 2012
Picture Day
Son #2 was all dressed up and ready to take his 9 month old pictures at the portrait studio. He cooed and smiled completely aware that he could charm anyone with his long eyelashes and sparkling blue eyes. I smiled to myself and thought about how cute he would look in his upcoming pictures.
I loaded my boys into the car and drove over to the studio. We rushed inside, excited to get started. We have been to this studio many times and the photographer is wonderful. She always takes great pictures of the boys and then I'm stuck trying to narrow down my choices. The photographer and I discussed the background and then she began to set up for the shoot. Son #2 sucked on his clothes while Son #1 played with the toys in their waiting area. All seemed right in the world.
Son #2 is a big ham when it comes to taking pictures and I cheerfully reminisced about his 6 month old picture shoot. Son #2 smiled a full toothy grin and sang. THEN, I placed him on the floor to begin the session. Son #2 looked at his surroundings, realized he was not in my arms anymore, and then let out a pitiful wail. The photographer, Son #1, and I looked at each other shocked. Was this not the same little ham that loved to have his picture taken?!
The photographer, Son #1, and I tried to distract him with toys, silly faces, and silly noises. Nothing seemed to work. Finally, I dug through my purse, pulled out my phone, and played a song called "Under the Sea". Son #2's eyes lighted up and he immediately said. "Goo!"
The photographer saw her chance and began snapping pictures but Son #2's joy was short lived. He tossed the phone aside and wailed. The photographer turned to me and said. "Mama, I don't think this is going to happen today. Do you want to try again another day?"
I pondered coming back but then asked. "Were you able to get any good pictures?"
She loaded the pictures onto the screen and we immediately found two gorgeous pictures of Son #2. I don't know how she does it. I think she may be a magician. Throughout the session, Son #2 mostly screamed but she managed to capture two serene portraits that made him look like an angel.
I loaded my boys into the car and drove over to the studio. We rushed inside, excited to get started. We have been to this studio many times and the photographer is wonderful. She always takes great pictures of the boys and then I'm stuck trying to narrow down my choices. The photographer and I discussed the background and then she began to set up for the shoot. Son #2 sucked on his clothes while Son #1 played with the toys in their waiting area. All seemed right in the world.
Son #2 is a big ham when it comes to taking pictures and I cheerfully reminisced about his 6 month old picture shoot. Son #2 smiled a full toothy grin and sang. THEN, I placed him on the floor to begin the session. Son #2 looked at his surroundings, realized he was not in my arms anymore, and then let out a pitiful wail. The photographer, Son #1, and I looked at each other shocked. Was this not the same little ham that loved to have his picture taken?!
The photographer, Son #1, and I tried to distract him with toys, silly faces, and silly noises. Nothing seemed to work. Finally, I dug through my purse, pulled out my phone, and played a song called "Under the Sea". Son #2's eyes lighted up and he immediately said. "Goo!"
The photographer saw her chance and began snapping pictures but Son #2's joy was short lived. He tossed the phone aside and wailed. The photographer turned to me and said. "Mama, I don't think this is going to happen today. Do you want to try again another day?"
I pondered coming back but then asked. "Were you able to get any good pictures?"
She loaded the pictures onto the screen and we immediately found two gorgeous pictures of Son #2. I don't know how she does it. I think she may be a magician. Throughout the session, Son #2 mostly screamed but she managed to capture two serene portraits that made him look like an angel.
Friday, June 1, 2012
Stuck
My husband and I were relaxing in the living room with Son #2 when we heard Son #1 shout for help. His worried voice seemed to emanate from the bathroom so my husband went to check it out. I waited with Son #2 in the living room and heard this exchange.
Son #1: "Ugh! The poop won't come out of my butt! It hurts!"
My Husband: "Just relax. Don't push too hard or else you'll hurt yourself."
Son #1: "Ok Dad."
My Husband: "Do you know why you are having a hard time pooping? It's because all you have been eating is cheese and you have not been eating your vegetables."
Son #1: "Sorry Dad. Next time I'll eat my vegetables."
I chuckled to myself as my husband injected a tiny dose of guilt for avoiding vegetables into their conversation.
A minute or two passed in silence and then I heard my eldest son exclaim. "It came out! It was like my butt had teeth and chomped the poop out!"
My husband and I laughed uncontrollably. Stuck poop beware. Son #1's hiney has teeth that can chomp you out!
Son #1: "Ugh! The poop won't come out of my butt! It hurts!"
My Husband: "Just relax. Don't push too hard or else you'll hurt yourself."
Son #1: "Ok Dad."
My Husband: "Do you know why you are having a hard time pooping? It's because all you have been eating is cheese and you have not been eating your vegetables."
Son #1: "Sorry Dad. Next time I'll eat my vegetables."
I chuckled to myself as my husband injected a tiny dose of guilt for avoiding vegetables into their conversation.
A minute or two passed in silence and then I heard my eldest son exclaim. "It came out! It was like my butt had teeth and chomped the poop out!"
My husband and I laughed uncontrollably. Stuck poop beware. Son #1's hiney has teeth that can chomp you out!
Monday, May 28, 2012
On the Subject of Cowboys...
When Son #1 was three, he attended day care. One day, the facility rented a horse for professional pictures. All parents were told to dress their child in cowboy clothing for picture day. Sadly, Son #1 had clothing technical difficulties. Son #1 does not own any western wear and never has but he DOES own Dallas Cowboy apparel. So on that fine morning, Son #1 picked out his Tony Romo jersey and proudly marched into his classroom.
During the lesson, the teacher taught the children about cowboys, horses, and their clothing. She pointed out children that were dressed in their best western apparel and labeled them as cowboys. Son #1 pointed to his Dallas Cowboy jersey and proclaimed. "I'm a Cowboy too!"
Just as the teacher was going to correct him, she looked at his shirt and smiled. "You ARE a Cowboy!" She exclaimed.
That's right baby! Son #1 is the best kind of Cowboy!
During the lesson, the teacher taught the children about cowboys, horses, and their clothing. She pointed out children that were dressed in their best western apparel and labeled them as cowboys. Son #1 pointed to his Dallas Cowboy jersey and proclaimed. "I'm a Cowboy too!"
Just as the teacher was going to correct him, she looked at his shirt and smiled. "You ARE a Cowboy!" She exclaimed.
That's right baby! Son #1 is the best kind of Cowboy!
When I Grow Up...
Son #1 was watching a cute cartoon about cowboys. He turned to my husband and said. "When I grow up, I want to be a cowboy."
To this, my husband replied. "You were born in Texas so you're already a cowboy. All you need is a horse."
Son #1 thought this over carefully and then responded. "When I grow up, I want to be a race car driver."
My husband queried. "I thought you wanted to be a cowboy."
Son #1 quickly replied. "I do! And then when I get done with the horse thing, I want to race cars."
You can't go wrong when you know what you want to do. Son #1, you be that cowboy/race car driver!
To this, my husband replied. "You were born in Texas so you're already a cowboy. All you need is a horse."
Son #1 thought this over carefully and then responded. "When I grow up, I want to be a race car driver."
My husband queried. "I thought you wanted to be a cowboy."
Son #1 quickly replied. "I do! And then when I get done with the horse thing, I want to race cars."
You can't go wrong when you know what you want to do. Son #1, you be that cowboy/race car driver!
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
I'm Healed!
Son #1 got Cars 2 band aids at the local Walgreens yesterday. He was so excited about the cute band aids and proudly showed me his minuscule scratch protected by his prize. I oohed and ahhed an appropriate amount of time and then made my way to the kitchen to start cooking our dinner.
Son #1 played happily in the living room until he bumped his finger on the coffee table. He came to me cradling his finger and said. "Mama, I need a band aid. Look! I cut myself."
I looked down and saw nothing but replied. "Oh, that is terrible. Hmmm. Let me get you a band aid but first we'll have to cut it off."
Son #1 looked at me incredulously. "Noooo." He laughed nervously. "You can't cut it off."
"But we will need to do surgery on it before the band aid goes on." I said as I prepared the butter knife for the procedure.
Son #1 assessed his finger and the situation. "I think I'm better now. I don't need a band aid anymore."
"I'm glad to see that your finger is healed." I smiled mischievously to myself.
It is amazing how the threat of surgery with a butter knife miraculously heals all minor wounds.
Son #1 played happily in the living room until he bumped his finger on the coffee table. He came to me cradling his finger and said. "Mama, I need a band aid. Look! I cut myself."
I looked down and saw nothing but replied. "Oh, that is terrible. Hmmm. Let me get you a band aid but first we'll have to cut it off."
Son #1 looked at me incredulously. "Noooo." He laughed nervously. "You can't cut it off."
"But we will need to do surgery on it before the band aid goes on." I said as I prepared the butter knife for the procedure.
Son #1 assessed his finger and the situation. "I think I'm better now. I don't need a band aid anymore."
"I'm glad to see that your finger is healed." I smiled mischievously to myself.
It is amazing how the threat of surgery with a butter knife miraculously heals all minor wounds.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Baby Song
Son #2 had just finished a bottle and was casually laying back on his boppie. I laid on the floor beside him and played with his little hands and feet. We conversed in baby talk. He smiled, cooed, and kicked his feet. Then he broke out in to baby song.
The song was a loud, non melodic growl that continued on at various pitches and decibels. He cheerfully sang to his heart's content while gazing up at the ceiling and then at me. I sat in wonder but did not move for the camera for fear that he would stop his serenade.
Son #2 sang nonstop for ten minutes. Then his eyes began to close ever so slightly. Mid song he fell silent as his head drop to the side. His song was done. Now only snoring could be heard.
The song was a loud, non melodic growl that continued on at various pitches and decibels. He cheerfully sang to his heart's content while gazing up at the ceiling and then at me. I sat in wonder but did not move for the camera for fear that he would stop his serenade.
Son #2 sang nonstop for ten minutes. Then his eyes began to close ever so slightly. Mid song he fell silent as his head drop to the side. His song was done. Now only snoring could be heard.
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