Grant Does New Things Too!

His are a little more basic but just as impressive!


He sucks the watermelon (the only one we have tried so far) out of this sucky/meshy horribly messy thing. But he loves it. So I do too.


We are on our way to ditching the Baby Bjorn for the stroller. It's just how we roll around here.

And So It Begins....

We are potty training!!! I have no idea how it will go. At the moment he seems pretty excited about it and enjoying getting his treat when he "tries." I am sort of thinking I need to be a little more hard core. I went into it thinking I would have to bribe him to even try it (which turned out I was right.) And he LOVED that he got a sucker for it. But, and I realize it's only been 2 days, after roughly 10 seconds he says "Aidee all done!" Uh...I don't know if I'm not explaining well enough what I exactly want him to do or if Aid has once again outsmarted me...

I walked it to the room and caught him like this after an "attempt". I'm starting to think it's more that Aid's beat me again. We are now at Aid:5 Mama: 0. My stats aren't looking very good.

Sorry Oliver

We had some friends come over to hang out with us this morning. So I was prepping Aid reminding him about sharing and not pushing....those sorts of things.

This is our conversation:

Me: "So when our friends come over to play we are going to share our toys with them right?"

Aid: "Aidee will share toys with friends."

Me: "And we will take turns with all of the toys right?"

Aid: "Aidee will take turn with toys"

Me: "And there is no pushing if someone has a toy that we want to play with right?"

Aid: "Sorry Oliver..."


I think this says it all. Poor Oliver.

Grant's growing up!

I can't believe how fast he is growing up! It seems like just yesterday he was my 9 pound bundle of love....

It's All In the Genes

And he seems to favor kicking with his left foot! That will make him a commodity!!!








Midfielder?? The kid loves to run...


Ok, Uncle Joe may have faked him out but I was in stitches that he instinctively knew he was supposed to get it!


He even dribbles!

The writing's on the wall.....

Good-Bye to Nap Time

Sigh. It's true.

The nap time routine turned into a daily war that I just couldn't do anymore. I had a few days to stew and pout over it before regrouping and altering the routine. We now have quiet time. Which is anything but quiet, but he's in his room so I can get the things done I need to get done.

The first day I went to the Goodwill and got a bunch of new toys that would be his quiet time toys (I cannot take credit for this idea it came from my new mommy group!) But he was very excited and happily skipped up to his room and played for an hour before falling asleep for another 30 minutes. Awesome, I'll take it. (My other trick is that I wait until Grant is asleep before instilling quiet time so that I get some time completely kid free.) The second day he was on to me and I had to wrestle him into the room and then I closed the door. He FREAKED out! And knows how to open the door... so it was another battle. He eventually caved and passed out on the floor for 3 hours!

Yesterday went the same, although I was able to calm him down and convince him he could sit in the chair for quiet time where he fell asleep again. (This from the kid who thinks he doesn't need an afternoon nap).

Today?? Today he went up just fine. We collected all of his toys and books he wanted to bring and he skipped his way up. I thought for sure my 'Cry it out' nap time war had been won and he had accepted his fate. Then I heard him asking for water. So I got him some water and attempted to open the door to give it to him.

Stuck. The door wouldn't open. We have really really old doors and door knobs that always give us a bit of trouble. But it stuck. From the other side of the door Aid's voice a little shakier asks..."Mama? What's happening?" I tried not to panic and told him the door was just stuck and mama would get it open....he started to cry....I kept trying....eventually called Bob and considered getting the ladder and breaking in through the window. Bob told me there is a lock on the inside of the door that he has seen Aid play with. So I went back up and tried to talk Aid into unlocking the door....he was fiddling around with the knob, as was I, and it finally opened. I don't think it was locked though...

So there was no quiet time today either....I kept envisioning the phone call I would potentially have to make. "Uh yeah....I locked my kid in his room because he wouldn't take a nap or do quiet time and I have to clean the house and then play on the computer and now the door is stuck and he's locked inside..."

Mother of the year.

Blame it on the Camera

Ok, Dad....I love you so very much! I love that if I am in need of an electronic devise within hours you have found one for me and I completely trust your opinion in this area.

Except you bombed with the camera you got for us about 6 months ago.

It sucks.

Worse then any other camera I have ever owned. It's broken down and looks like we have had it for 10 years. (It's literally falling apart.) It also does this weird thing where you take pictures and then suddenly they are gone....where do they go? I haven't deleted them....and sometimes what's even weirder is that they reappear! I can't figure out how to work anything and I am not that electronically inept. And it doesn't appear to explain the phenomenon in the handbook. And it can't take a clear picture if there is even the slightest movement.

I had a ton of pictures I had fully intended to make into blogs. Aid stealing all of the chocolate chips and putting them in a cup to eat....weekend with Grandma and Grandpa B, Grant smiling and almost rolling over, and play dates galore....all gone....or missing.

True, beggers can't be choosers. But I know I have not been very on top of the blogging and you can blame it on my ghetto camera that you so lovingly gave to us!