Nate really loves to rock out to some David Cook. He even recognizes him when he sees him on television. Here’s a sample of how serious he gets when he’s belting it out –
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Tooth Watch 2009
10 MarFor the past few months, Nia has been experiencing loose-tooth envy. The way she tells it, every one of her friends either has a loose tooth or proudly sports a holey smile. She would ask us why she didn’t have one yet. When will she? Can I push on them and make them loose? She would also routinely think she finally had one and ask us to check to see if she was right. We would touch the suspected tooth and respond with disappointing news. Nope. Not yet.
That all changed last week. She finally felt her first real wobble! She was so excited as I picked her up from after-school. She came running down the hall holding the prized pearly white between her two tiny fingers, “I have a loost toof mommy!”
Now, she’s constantly asking us about it and preparing for the big day –
“When it will be ready to fall out?”
“What she can do to help make it fall out?
“Can we pull it yet?”
“Why will that hurt?”
“It hurts now.”
“Will it bleed?”
“After it falls out I will have 19 teeth.”
“If I don’t brush my teeth will it fall out faster?”
“I can’t eat that because my tooth might get lost in it and then the tooth fairy won’t come.”
Which leads to the big payoff –
“The tooth fairy is going to bring me two dollars.”
We have no idea where she got that dollar amount. To me, you can’t put a price on something so precious. Our baby girl is growing up so quickly.
Now on to worrying about how the tooth fairy will make the “exchange” without waking up the princess. Sometimes I’m in awe about how our parents pulled it all off.
Snowy Fun in Georgia
1 Mar
Nia Attacks
Snow Nate
Daddy is Armed!
Snow Nia and Momma
Hot Chocolate after Snow
Hot Chocolate after Snow
Upchuck Sucks
1 MarThere is no pretty way to share this. If you have a weak stomach or just don’t feel like reading about this subject, I understand if you skip this post. I really wouldn’t want to read it either but misery loves company and all of that so here it is.
Since being a mom, I have heard, “Mommy, I threw up on myself” maybe four times. Each time, I heard the voice before I saw the helpless child. Each time, my brain had a few seconds to imagine the worst and, luckily for all involved, it wasn’t so bad. That is, until tonight.
Man, was she covered. Well, more like caked. Ech. There she stood, frozen, arms out, pasted in clumps of chunk. She wasn’t even the worst of it. The bed, the tent on her bed, her beloved stuffed creatures (including her precious doggy Andrew sent her from Iraq when she was a baby), all of her special blankeys and her Barbie she fondly calls “Hannah Montana.” Poor Barbie/Hannah. She was really caught in the cross fire. There probably was an outline on the bed where she was because she took the brunt of it.
Are you still with me?
I just find it so amazing what we all are capable of as parents. From the stomach-turning throw up situations like tonight to the horrifying time they sampled poop as a snack (what, that hasn’t happened to you?), what prepared us for this? I find it incredible that we go into parent-mode and take care of business. I mean, really? Andrew will get sick at just the thought of throw up (he probably did just by reading this – if he did read it that is) and he took all of her sheets off of her bed. I touched vomit. Lots of it. With my bare hands.
We just do what we have to do I guess. If we don’t who will right? It’s not like I can say, “Nope. I’m not going to fix that right now.” I’m proud to say my hands smell like bleach, Nia is clean and sleeping in a fresh bed and I only threw away her p.j. shirt and pillow. (If we were made of money the sheets would likely be trashed too.)
The Future of Our Country
25 FebNia, this morning at breakfast: “We get to watch American Idol tonight and have popcorn!”
Andrew: “No sweetie, not tonight.”
Nia, excitement dampened with disappointment: “Whyyyy?”
Andrew: “President Obama is going to talk on tv.”
Nia: “Again?! He was just on. He talks a lot.”
(In case you didn’t know, she “voted” for Obama in her school election so this is one reaction that has nothing to do with Republican or Democrat. It’s all Idol – a possible future political party.)
When Mom’s Away …
17 Feb- The day care won’t know where Nate is when Andrew goes to pick him up.
- The dog will poop in the bathroom.
- Nate will tell me all about the dog pooping in the bathroom.
- Nia will tell me her thoughts about the dog pooping in the bathroom.
- Nate will stress that he did not poop in his pants.
- The dog will poop in the kitchen.
- The dog will throw up.
And that was all within 12 hours or so. Poor Andrew. Poor Joey. I hope he feels better soon.
Tooth Watch
12 FebFor the past few months, Nia has been experiencing loose-tooth envy. The way she tells it, every one of her friends either has a loose tooth or proudly sports a holey smile. She would ask us why she didn’t have one yet. When will she? Can I push on them and make them loose? She would also routinely think she finally had one and ask us to check to see if she was right. We would touch the suspected tooth and respond with disappointing news. Nope. Not yet.
That all changed last week. She finally felt her first real wobble! She was so excited as I picked her up from after-school. She came running down the hall holding the prized pearly white between her two tiny fingers, “I have a loost toof mommy!”
Now, she’s constantly asking us about it and preparing for the big day –
“When it will be ready to fall out?”
“What can I do to help make it fall out?”
“Can we pull it yet?”
“Why will that hurt?”
“It hurts now.”
“Will it bleed?”
“After it falls out I will have 19 teeth.”
“If I don’t brush my teeth will it fall out faster?”
“I can’t eat that because my tooth might get lost in it and then the tooth fairy won’t come.”
Which leads to the big payoff –
“The tooth fairy is going to bring me two dollars.”
We have no idea where she got that dollar amount. To me, you can’t put a price on something so precious. Our baby girl is growing up so quickly.
Now on to worrying about how the tooth fairy will make the “exchange” without waking up the princess. Sometimes I’m in awe about how our parents pulled it all off.
Inspired by Moms
12 FebYou are not alone.
Mom at the grocery store check out with a baby in her arms and a line of people behind her. She just realized she forgot a purple onion and has to send her other, older child to run for one. The child brings back a head of cabbage. The bagger finally retrieves one but then the mom realizes her wallet is in the car. She rubs her head in embarrassment and breathlessly apologizes to all around her as she runs out to her car.
Mom who hates having to leave her baby with someone else. She wishes she could be the one sharing in the special moments she’s missing out on while she is at work.
Mom who wonders if her children will ever stop bickering or if she will ever get to a point where she won’t have to feel like she is correcting them all the time.
Take a deep breath in and out and remember you will get through it.
Happy Birthday Na-Nate
6 JanOur baby boy is now a little, big boy. He (and we) successfully made it through his two’s and we are now beginning his three’s. What an adventure. He is hilarious. He is angry. He is sensitive. He is tough. He is crazy. He is cuddly. He is completely, totally all Na-Nate.
I'm 3!
I can’t wait to see what we get with a 3-year-old Nate. Tons of emotions, I’m sure!
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