Feeding the Birds

E just asked me for some of my croissant.

"Bread, bread."

I gave it to him.

He then walked to his toy bird to feed him.

Thankfully, Z ended up eating it so it didn't go to waste. = )

The Butt of the Joke

This morning E decided to use the potty.  He takes his diaper off right in front of his potty and plops down on his throne.

All of a sudden, he starts running towards me.  I tell E "show me your butt" to make sure he wasn't running around dirty.  He then proceeded to lay on the couch, butt facing me, for his diaper change.  More than once.  Silly goose.

Not today:

(mastering the uneventful potty run while looking productive)

The Things I Make...

...with play dough.

I got E his first play dough and he has enjoyed it so much.  I only let him play with it when little brother Z is sleeping and he takes every opportunity that he can.  

So far he has had me craft penguins, fish, whales, dolphins, hippos, snakes, spiders, balls, elephants, a dinosaur and a frog.  And the letter E. = )

Signed, Indignant at the Park

Dear Someone Else's Nanny,

It is not appropriate to touch someone else's child to overcompensate for the fact that you weren't paying attention to your charge.   Snatching a toy from a child that you have never met before is unnecessary and uncalled for.  Your attitude is repulsive and your methods archaic.  You are serving as a role model not only for your charge, but with the other children you interact with.  If you act like a child you only harm those around you.  I fault myself for being non-confrontational and not speaking up at the park but if a similar event occurs in the future with you or any other caretaker or parent, I will not hesitate.  

Signed,

Indignant at the Park

( disclaimer: not my kid, from google)

Help!  It's 10:30 and I'm already complaining!

Seriously though, my oldest is having a rough day (yay canines!) and we encountered a rude nanny at the park.  I have no problem in general with other children's caretakers at the park.  I try to be cordial to everyone and there are a few parents and nannies that  I speak to regularly.  This was the first time I recall encountering this nanny, though I could be mistaken (I have horrible facial recall).  Anyway, my son apparently snatched a toy from her charge (I didn't see this, but I will assume it happened) and I walked away (10 feet) to go get one of his toys to diffuse the situation.  In the meantime, the nanny (who had been on the phone) gets into the fray (not really a fray, her charge was upset but not crying) and snatched the toy from my son while holding his arm.  This upset E and flipped out.  I have never snatched a toy out of another child's hands and I don't know where this woman got the audacity to do so.  She then proceeded to sit back down on the bench and glare.  In my mind I just see her glaring and I really want to smack her.  I hope I don't see her again.  

E: Then and Now

This is the first picture of my son E.  My husband took it with my camera, thus why it is blurry.  It is amazing how much he has grown and how much emotion this picture stirs up.  I love this boy so much and in a couple of months he will be two!

  

E never stops moving and is a fast learner.  He has a great memory and is quite the little adventurer.  Also, he has plenty of 'tude.

  

Drinking Games

E likes to drink out of a big boy cup.  Unfortunately, once his thirst is quenched he likes to dump the remaining bit on the floor.  Knowing this, I didn't give him a cup just now when he asked.  So what did he do?  He took a draw on his sippy cup.... and spit it into a play cup.  And then he drank it.  He did this a few times and then decided to spit whatever was left in his mouth on the floor.  Niiiiice.

Superbaby and the Blood Draw

Yesterday I woke up anxious.  I was scared, nervous.  My oldest, E, was going to have blood drawn for the first time and I didn't know what to expect.  Before heading out to the park and the appointment I packed everything I could think of that I might need.  I had chicken fingers for lunch, extra juice, milk, a brownie to raise his blood sugar, books, fun flashcards, etc.  I even brought the backpack carrier in case I had to have his brother, Z, sit in it while the bloody thing went down.

Oy, I was nervous.  All though our time at the park, the walk to the lab, and while waiting, waiting, waiting.  Thankfully, Z fell asleep on the way to the lab.  When they finally called us Z woke up- of course.  He was really good though sitting in the stroller staring at another patient.  Me, I was a mess.  The phlebotomist wasn't too helpful.  She could've explained what was going to happen. Come on, we are talking about taking blood out of my first born some details would've been helpful.

So basically, I had to sit with E on my lap and immobilize his arm.  I tried to distract him and get him to look at his brother but my efforts were unnecessary.  I had wasted so much time being anxious and a jumble of nerves and when it came down to it E showed that he was superbaby after all.  He watched the whole blood draw and didn't move or cry.  Then he watched as the phlebotomist but a band-aid on him and for once he didn't try to rip it off.  I was so proud of him.  And so exhausted.  All that worrying tired me out.  I almost didn't have the energy to make it home.

In my mind I always tend to think of the WORST. POSSIBLE. SCENARIO.  I guess I should let up a bit, but it certainly seems like a mom trait.  Anyway, here's the star of the day- E: