I admit, I thought it would be a failure, but the new fancy yet reasonably priced hippy laundry powder that I bought to try it out on a friend's advice TOTALLY WORKS BETTER than the normal stuff we buy at Costco. Noticeably better at zapping baby related stains. Truly. In case you care, it is Charlie's Soap. Maybe not a miracle product, but actually cleans better with the same amount of effort and only a trivially more expensive per-load cost. Go figure. http://www.charliesoap.com
Now I'm going to try using it to make Matt's ski clothing not smell like used teenaged boy's unwashed hockey equipment. Wish me luck.
Also, I'm gonna brag. Grant is a great sleeper. Awesome for his age, and I'm proud of him. I think most of it is inborn, but I do also think some of it is smarter parenting for kid #2. Probably 20% smarter, 80% damn lucky break. That's my guess. Sometimes he sleeps up to six hours in a row at night, and then another three hours after a quick nurse-burp-rock session, which is pretty amazing for seven weeks old.
And Cooper is such a cute kid. His language skills skyrocketed in the last two months or so, and he now says the funniest stuff. He's also becoming much more understandable and is able to hold a thought for a while- so much so that a friend remarked this weekend "Wow! I totally can have a conversation with Cooper now! This is so FUN!" I feel the same way.
Most recent amusing vocabulary additions for Cooper;
Nipple (adorably mispronounced as Nibble)
Guinea Pig
Alligator
Bike Helmet
Some of my favorite things that he still mispronounces are-
Faw-fee (coffee)
Aw-dah Bobble (water bottle)
Boober (Cooper)
Dat Dable (coffee table, which he refers to as "That Table", presumably because we refer to it as such frequently)
Hair-pane (airplane)
This last one is usually shrieked at a very high volume, while running about randomly and pointing in the air, in response to seeing an airplane pass over the house. Like this; HAIRPANE! HAIR PAAAAANE! MAMA!!! MAMA! UP HIGH! HAAAAAIRPAAAANE!!
OMG.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
Cooper is two!
Cooper is growing up so fast!
His birthday party was awesome. Lots of friends and good times. He even ate his cupcake, which is an improvement over last year.
He also surprised Matt and me by starting to use his potty more often. Sometimes he manages to pee on it several times a day, and other days not at all. His record is 5 successful visits in one day. We're excited that this is going well, mostly, so far.
Hilariously, the part of the potty training that is going the worst is his aversion to wearing underwear where it belongs. He's thrilled to wear it on his head as a hat, but refuses to put it on properly. Conversations go like this;
Me: See how Momma wears underpants on her bottom? (pulling down my pants a tad at the hip, to show that I'm wearing them)
Cooper: Cooper bike underpants hat. (waving his bike-patterned underpants in the air, and then pulling them onto his head like a skullcap) Mama dots underpants bottom (pointing to my underpants).
Me: Yes, Momma's underpants have dots on them. See how I wear them on my bottom? That's where you wear underpants. On your bottom.
Cooper: No, hat. Cooper underpants hat. (pointing to his head) Cooper bike underpants! Cooper hat!
Me: Can I help you put your bike underpants on your bottom?
Cooper: NO! HAT! HAT!
Also, I am happy to report that Cooper's 2 year checkup went really well. He's skinny and tall according to the charts, just as we suspected. He's met or exceeded all the milestones for his age- things like "uses two or more words in a row" (he often uses four or five to get his idea across), "climbs the stairs unassisted" (he's been doing that since he was 6 months old, frighteningly enough), "runs, and jumps by lifting both feet at once" (with gusto!), "eats well unassisted" (yup), and "can take off some pieces of clothing" (I would almost rather he was not able to do this, but yes, he can take off his pants and diaper and socks with startling speed.)
His birthday party was awesome. Lots of friends and good times. He even ate his cupcake, which is an improvement over last year.
He also surprised Matt and me by starting to use his potty more often. Sometimes he manages to pee on it several times a day, and other days not at all. His record is 5 successful visits in one day. We're excited that this is going well, mostly, so far.
Hilariously, the part of the potty training that is going the worst is his aversion to wearing underwear where it belongs. He's thrilled to wear it on his head as a hat, but refuses to put it on properly. Conversations go like this;
Me: See how Momma wears underpants on her bottom? (pulling down my pants a tad at the hip, to show that I'm wearing them)
Cooper: Cooper bike underpants hat. (waving his bike-patterned underpants in the air, and then pulling them onto his head like a skullcap) Mama dots underpants bottom (pointing to my underpants).
Me: Yes, Momma's underpants have dots on them. See how I wear them on my bottom? That's where you wear underpants. On your bottom.
Cooper: No, hat. Cooper underpants hat. (pointing to his head) Cooper bike underpants! Cooper hat!
Me: Can I help you put your bike underpants on your bottom?
Cooper: NO! HAT! HAT!
Also, I am happy to report that Cooper's 2 year checkup went really well. He's skinny and tall according to the charts, just as we suspected. He's met or exceeded all the milestones for his age- things like "uses two or more words in a row" (he often uses four or five to get his idea across), "climbs the stairs unassisted" (he's been doing that since he was 6 months old, frighteningly enough), "runs, and jumps by lifting both feet at once" (with gusto!), "eats well unassisted" (yup), and "can take off some pieces of clothing" (I would almost rather he was not able to do this, but yes, he can take off his pants and diaper and socks with startling speed.)
Monday, March 8, 2010
Heard at our house
While playing with toys...
Me: Helicopter
Cooper: Hoppa hoppa
Me: Let's try again. Hell-ee-cop-terrr
Cooper: Haaaappa haaaappa
Me: Good effort.
While changing Cooper's diaper
Cooper: Cooper diap-ah change owwnstairs. Cooper penis!
Me: Yup.
Cooper: Dada penis! Baby Ant penis! Ucky Doggy penis!
Me: That's right
Cooper: Mama no no no penis
Me: Exactly
While jealous of attention
Cooper: Baby lie down floor.
Me: Sorry Cooper. Mama needs to hold baby right now.
Cooper: Baby seat. Baby lie down. Baby upstairs. Baby nap. Cooper mama lap!
Me: Nope.
Me: Helicopter
Cooper: Hoppa hoppa
Me: Let's try again. Hell-ee-cop-terrr
Cooper: Haaaappa haaaappa
Me: Good effort.
While changing Cooper's diaper
Cooper: Cooper diap-ah change owwnstairs. Cooper penis!
Me: Yup.
Cooper: Dada penis! Baby Ant penis! Ucky Doggy penis!
Me: That's right
Cooper: Mama no no no penis
Me: Exactly
While jealous of attention
Cooper: Baby lie down floor.
Me: Sorry Cooper. Mama needs to hold baby right now.
Cooper: Baby seat. Baby lie down. Baby upstairs. Baby nap. Cooper mama lap!
Me: Nope.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
What he said
Cooper's pronunciation is usually quite good, especially for a toddler of his age, but some things are still really hard for him to say. He drops certain consonants and replaces others at random. This makes for moments of hilarity around our house sometimes.
A few days ago, Matt walked into the house after puttering around the yard and garage for a while. Cooper pointed right at him and said, "Dog Shit!" Matt's eyes opened wide and he said, "Excuse me?" to which Cooper clearly enunciated, "DOG SHIT! DOG SHIIIIT!" Very quickly, I was in tears from laughing too hard. Matt was laughing, too, but he was also trying to talk to Cooper and figure out what the heck was going on. Then it dawned on me, as I glanced at Matt. He was wearing a shirt with a huge Siberian Husky logo (for Powderhound Ale, a local beer) on the chest. Cooper's love for talking about clothing had led him to remind Matt that he was wearing a "dog shirt."
Also, Cooper pronounces Juice as, unmistakably, Douche. Yup. "Orange Douche! Num!"
Enough said.
A few days ago, Matt walked into the house after puttering around the yard and garage for a while. Cooper pointed right at him and said, "Dog Shit!" Matt's eyes opened wide and he said, "Excuse me?" to which Cooper clearly enunciated, "DOG SHIT! DOG SHIIIIT!" Very quickly, I was in tears from laughing too hard. Matt was laughing, too, but he was also trying to talk to Cooper and figure out what the heck was going on. Then it dawned on me, as I glanced at Matt. He was wearing a shirt with a huge Siberian Husky logo (for Powderhound Ale, a local beer) on the chest. Cooper's love for talking about clothing had led him to remind Matt that he was wearing a "dog shirt."
Also, Cooper pronounces Juice as, unmistakably, Douche. Yup. "Orange Douche! Num!"
Enough said.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Get out!
The weather here has been painfully nice, and I'm proud to say I'm on a three day (soon to be four day) stretch of getting out into the sunshine for at least an hour with kiddos in tow.
Friday the four of us headed up to Snowbowl to let Cooper get more time on his skiis. He wasn't that into the skiing, but walking around in the snow in his boots and looking at the tame spruce grouse (CHICKEN!!!) near the entrance to the bar was thrilling enough. Grant obliged us by sleeping the whole time, nursing when I was hoping, and then sleeping on the ride home. Good baby.
Saturday I took Cooper to the playground with nice baby swings. Grant slept soundly for all but the last 5 minutes of the journey and Cooper was so excited to have a big open space to run around in. He loves that playground. Swings! Roundabout! Stairs! Slides! Can see the horsies from the top of the slide! Yay!
Sunday I met up with my friend and we walked dogs, chatted, and let Cooper run around in a big open field. Grant slept through it all, as planned. Excellent.
Today the high temp is supposed to be almost 60. Crazy. So far I've taken care of nearly everything around the house that needed tending, including mucking out the chicken coop while Grant takes his long morning snooze. I'm thinking a nice walk in in the sunshine will be an easy sell- especially because Cooper is at daycare today so I have no toddler to coax into shoes and jacket and so forth. Newborns can protest, but it isn't nearly as effective as a running giggling screaming hiding almost 2 year old that knows how to take off his clothes.
Friday the four of us headed up to Snowbowl to let Cooper get more time on his skiis. He wasn't that into the skiing, but walking around in the snow in his boots and looking at the tame spruce grouse (CHICKEN!!!) near the entrance to the bar was thrilling enough. Grant obliged us by sleeping the whole time, nursing when I was hoping, and then sleeping on the ride home. Good baby.
Saturday I took Cooper to the playground with nice baby swings. Grant slept soundly for all but the last 5 minutes of the journey and Cooper was so excited to have a big open space to run around in. He loves that playground. Swings! Roundabout! Stairs! Slides! Can see the horsies from the top of the slide! Yay!
Sunday I met up with my friend and we walked dogs, chatted, and let Cooper run around in a big open field. Grant slept through it all, as planned. Excellent.
Today the high temp is supposed to be almost 60. Crazy. So far I've taken care of nearly everything around the house that needed tending, including mucking out the chicken coop while Grant takes his long morning snooze. I'm thinking a nice walk in in the sunshine will be an easy sell- especially because Cooper is at daycare today so I have no toddler to coax into shoes and jacket and so forth. Newborns can protest, but it isn't nearly as effective as a running giggling screaming hiding almost 2 year old that knows how to take off his clothes.
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