His teacher sent us a picture of a bulletin board that has been up all week for him.
My obvious favorite is the question: "When I grow up I want to be....like my mom!"
What a charmer this one is.
Friday, October 29, 2010
All About Aid
It was Aid's turn to have his "All About Me" week at school. All week he has been bringing in pictures, toys, books, and sharing things with his class. Aid is a leo, so he loves this as much as I would. (It should be noted that Aid picked each one of these pictures out to share.)
His teacher sent us a picture of a bulletin board that has been up all week for him.
My obvious favorite is the question: "When I grow up I want to be....like my mom!"
What a charmer this one is.
His teacher sent us a picture of a bulletin board that has been up all week for him.
My obvious favorite is the question: "When I grow up I want to be....like my mom!"
What a charmer this one is.
Who is Grant Bures?
It took Grant a little while to adjust to dropping Aid off at preschool. He adores him and they both say they are each other's best friend. I hope it stays that way.
So he was absolutely heartbroken when we began dropping Aid off at school. He felt very left behind. I made it my goal to show Grant that having Mom all to himself was a good thing and that we were going to have lots of fun.
He didn't initially believe me.
But I have to say it has been really really good to spend this time with Grant. Better then I thought it would be. I feel like not only do I get to just focus all of my attention on him, I get to really pay attention to every little like and dislike and quirk. Here are some of them.
*Grant loves yogurt covered raisins. He prefers them to almost anything. Even chocolate.
*His favorite train is Percy.
*His favorite color is green.
*His favorite place to go is Choo Choo Bob's. And we are there at least 2 times a week.
*His favorite car toy is Aid's dinosaur book that my friend Kelly got for Aid last year.
*His favorite animal is a horse
*He is just as particular about his shoes as Aid was. I can never change them.
*He can leave about any situation without incident if you remember to tell the person,toy, activity, etc good-bye.
*He loves cheese. But only white cheeses.
*He LOVES bologna. (My father does too)
*His favorite animal to watch at the zoo are the ducks.
*He loves to visit his Dad for lunch every Friday.
*His favorite movies are Dinotopia, Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs, Curious George 2 (because it has a train), and Thomas: Mystic River.
*His favorite songs that you must sing to him before he goes to sleep are Row Row Row your boat and the ABC's.
*He loves to give kisses.
*He is very shy in new situations and will cling to me.
*He must have his doggy and tiger when going to sleep
*The more tired he is, the more violent he becomes.
*He hates socks,coats,and hats and is having a hard time with this winter clothing adjustment.
*He bites if Aid blocks his path to something and won't move.
*He has to have the last word.
*He enjoys antagonizing his brother.
*He hates to be left behind when playing chase and screams until you pick him up and run with him.
*He is extremely agile and athletic.
*He slipped in the bathroom and chipped his front teeth. He has little snaggle teeth that I worried about before, but he totally pulls them off.
*You cannot stay mad at him when he gives you his cheese ball grin and says "No, I WUB YOU!"
*He still hates dropping Aid off but he will do so without crying now.
There are many many more I know....
I love you Grant. This has been a special little moment in time with you my baby.
So he was absolutely heartbroken when we began dropping Aid off at school. He felt very left behind. I made it my goal to show Grant that having Mom all to himself was a good thing and that we were going to have lots of fun.
He didn't initially believe me.
But I have to say it has been really really good to spend this time with Grant. Better then I thought it would be. I feel like not only do I get to just focus all of my attention on him, I get to really pay attention to every little like and dislike and quirk. Here are some of them.
*Grant loves yogurt covered raisins. He prefers them to almost anything. Even chocolate.
*His favorite train is Percy.
*His favorite color is green.
*His favorite place to go is Choo Choo Bob's. And we are there at least 2 times a week.
*His favorite car toy is Aid's dinosaur book that my friend Kelly got for Aid last year.
*His favorite animal is a horse
*He is just as particular about his shoes as Aid was. I can never change them.
*He can leave about any situation without incident if you remember to tell the person,toy, activity, etc good-bye.
*He loves cheese. But only white cheeses.
*He LOVES bologna. (My father does too)
*His favorite animal to watch at the zoo are the ducks.
*He loves to visit his Dad for lunch every Friday.
*His favorite movies are Dinotopia, Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs, Curious George 2 (because it has a train), and Thomas: Mystic River.
*His favorite songs that you must sing to him before he goes to sleep are Row Row Row your boat and the ABC's.
*He loves to give kisses.
*He is very shy in new situations and will cling to me.
*He must have his doggy and tiger when going to sleep
*The more tired he is, the more violent he becomes.
*He hates socks,coats,and hats and is having a hard time with this winter clothing adjustment.
*He bites if Aid blocks his path to something and won't move.
*He has to have the last word.
*He enjoys antagonizing his brother.
*He hates to be left behind when playing chase and screams until you pick him up and run with him.
*He is extremely agile and athletic.
*He slipped in the bathroom and chipped his front teeth. He has little snaggle teeth that I worried about before, but he totally pulls them off.
*You cannot stay mad at him when he gives you his cheese ball grin and says "No, I WUB YOU!"
*He still hates dropping Aid off but he will do so without crying now.
There are many many more I know....
I love you Grant. This has been a special little moment in time with you my baby.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
The Letter F
It was Aid's week to take home the "letter box" from school. The instructions are to find things that start with the letter F around your home and put them in the box.
Our letter was the letter F.
I got very excited about doing a school assignment with Aid. Maybe too excited. I found myself rummaging around our house for things. I was feeling very pleased with my findings. Then Bob burst the bubble...."I think you're supposed to do this with Aid." Feeling like the worst parent in the world I brought the box over to Aid.
"Look Aid! I found some things that start with the letter F! Like FOOTBALL!"
"Football starts with the letter B."
"Nope, it starts with the letter F! So does Fire Truck!"
"NO IT DOESN'T! It starts with the letter B!!!"
"It really doesn't Aid, it starts with the letter F! What else can we find!"
"IT STARTS WITH THE LETTER B!!!!"
I continued filling the box hoping that his teacher would have better luck then I did.
Good Grief. He isn't going to make this easy for me is he?
Our letter was the letter F.
I got very excited about doing a school assignment with Aid. Maybe too excited. I found myself rummaging around our house for things. I was feeling very pleased with my findings. Then Bob burst the bubble...."I think you're supposed to do this with Aid." Feeling like the worst parent in the world I brought the box over to Aid.
"Look Aid! I found some things that start with the letter F! Like FOOTBALL!"
"Football starts with the letter B."
"Nope, it starts with the letter F! So does Fire Truck!"
"NO IT DOESN'T! It starts with the letter B!!!"
"It really doesn't Aid, it starts with the letter F! What else can we find!"
"IT STARTS WITH THE LETTER B!!!!"
I continued filling the box hoping that his teacher would have better luck then I did.
Good Grief. He isn't going to make this easy for me is he?
Friday, October 8, 2010
Recovery
I took the boys on a walk around the lake tonight. Fridays are one of my exercise days and I usually spend them in the gym. The elliptical and treadmill are far gentler on the old knees then cement is...even while walking. But Grant has molars coming in and me and Bob have basically been alternating who stays up ALL NIGHT LONG with him. Last night was Bob's night, and he was dead on his feet today. So I skipped the gym and threw the two into the stroller.
There was not one minute of silence on our walk. Aid told exactly 14 knock knock jokes that rival his grandfather's (Grandpa B that is) but which made Grant crack up. Then he pointed out and commented about each person that we walked past. Grant excitedly screamed "Bike!" and "Geese!" if he saw either of those. This was all fine for the first half of the lake. But it just kept going. And I wasn't let off the hook. If I did not respond to the "Geese!" or the knock knock joke appropriately I was basically yelled at ("MOM!") until I did.
At some point, Aid started singing songs. I begrudgingly began singing along only to be met by Aid yelling, "MOM! I AM SINGING THE SONGS TO GRANTY!!!" While normally I may be slightly wounded that I was kicked out of the fun, I only felt relief. A few moments to think to myself.
Wrong again. While I was not allowed to sing along, it was demanded that I needed to watch and listen to him. I sighed, but agreed. But then nothing...he was not singing, he was not talking, just silence. "Aid," I said, "You're not doing anything.."
"Yes, I am!" (followed by nothing)
"No, Aid you aren't honey." (Why am I engaging in this argument with him?)
"YES I AM!!!!"
I didn't respond and after a few moments, he lovingly looked up at me and explained that he was singing the "Mama Song" very quietly for Grant.
I listened to him sing it.
"Mama, loves me, and I love mama. And mama loves Grant, and Grant loves mama. And mama takes care of us and loves us. We love mama. We love mama...."
Not a bad make up kiddo.
There was not one minute of silence on our walk. Aid told exactly 14 knock knock jokes that rival his grandfather's (Grandpa B that is) but which made Grant crack up. Then he pointed out and commented about each person that we walked past. Grant excitedly screamed "Bike!" and "Geese!" if he saw either of those. This was all fine for the first half of the lake. But it just kept going. And I wasn't let off the hook. If I did not respond to the "Geese!" or the knock knock joke appropriately I was basically yelled at ("MOM!") until I did.
At some point, Aid started singing songs. I begrudgingly began singing along only to be met by Aid yelling, "MOM! I AM SINGING THE SONGS TO GRANTY!!!" While normally I may be slightly wounded that I was kicked out of the fun, I only felt relief. A few moments to think to myself.
Wrong again. While I was not allowed to sing along, it was demanded that I needed to watch and listen to him. I sighed, but agreed. But then nothing...he was not singing, he was not talking, just silence. "Aid," I said, "You're not doing anything.."
"Yes, I am!" (followed by nothing)
"No, Aid you aren't honey." (Why am I engaging in this argument with him?)
"YES I AM!!!!"
I didn't respond and after a few moments, he lovingly looked up at me and explained that he was singing the "Mama Song" very quietly for Grant.
I listened to him sing it.
"Mama, loves me, and I love mama. And mama loves Grant, and Grant loves mama. And mama takes care of us and loves us. We love mama. We love mama...."
Not a bad make up kiddo.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Bad News
The blog Gods won't be happy about this one. Our NEW camera has once again been taken down by Grant. Try as I might to keep the thing in it's case at all times, on the few occasions I quickly just set it down...he's on it.
We are on our third camera in a year. This time at the advice of my wise aunt my even wiser husband purchased the "Diamond" insurance plan. Which basically means that we could kick it off the top of a building and they'd fix it for us.
So when it stopped opening properly and then began flashing "Lens error" I didn't worry too much about it. I brought it in the to store. After first finding something "gooey" in the lens (GRANT! GRRRR!) he noticed that we weren't even getting a picture, it was black. So we went through all of the paperwork and off it went to the repair Gods! I asked how long it would take to get it back...
Between 4-10 weeks.
What? I'm sorry sir. You do realize I have two children and a blog to consider, yes?
My father did give me his old camera for back up and I will have to take a look at it and see if I can figure out how to use it, and then how to download pictures. I have not exactly been on top of the blog anyway, but this is really going to put a kink in the cycle. While I find myself throughout the day catching moments where I think, "Hey that would be a funny little blog," by the time I sit down I have forgotten what I thought was so funny and just want to ready my book or watch my soap.
Sorry.
Again.
We are on our third camera in a year. This time at the advice of my wise aunt my even wiser husband purchased the "Diamond" insurance plan. Which basically means that we could kick it off the top of a building and they'd fix it for us.
So when it stopped opening properly and then began flashing "Lens error" I didn't worry too much about it. I brought it in the to store. After first finding something "gooey" in the lens (GRANT! GRRRR!) he noticed that we weren't even getting a picture, it was black. So we went through all of the paperwork and off it went to the repair Gods! I asked how long it would take to get it back...
Between 4-10 weeks.
What? I'm sorry sir. You do realize I have two children and a blog to consider, yes?
My father did give me his old camera for back up and I will have to take a look at it and see if I can figure out how to use it, and then how to download pictures. I have not exactly been on top of the blog anyway, but this is really going to put a kink in the cycle. While I find myself throughout the day catching moments where I think, "Hey that would be a funny little blog," by the time I sit down I have forgotten what I thought was so funny and just want to ready my book or watch my soap.
Sorry.
Again.
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