6:15am
The puppy wants to eat. Click clack of nails on wood floor wakes up Grant, our light morning sleeper. "Me up! Me out! Dadda, Open door!" Matt opens the door, and Grant stumbles out of his room into our room. Me, sleepy, "Hey buddy, wanna climb in bed?" Grant, awake, "No me go eat." Me "OK, whatever, go grab some cereal."
6:30am
Sound of cabinet doors slamming. Grant appears at my bedside bearing a huge bag of cheese puffs and a plastic bowl. "Me want eat puffs. Me get bowl." I sleepily protest that cheese puffs are not for breakfast. Grant disagrees, pours himself a bowl of puffs, and happily eats them inches from my face as I try to fall back asleep. After he finishes the puffs, he climbs into bed with us, monopolizes half the space of a queen size bed despite being 3 feet tall, and we all back asleep- or so I think.
7:15am
Sound of fridge door closing. Grant appears at my bedside again, and two cold hard things land on my pillow right next to my face. I jolt awake. "Me get dos pears. Momma you go cut pears. Me eat pears."
7:20am
I finally get out of bed. Grant has kindly placed a butter knife next to one of the pears on a cutting board. "Mamma cut pear, me eat pear table."
And so begins a morning around here lately. Grant is a morning person, while the other three of us are not. I blame my sister.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Closest without going over
Matt is betting Grant weighs 33 lbs, and I'm betting 30 lbs. Let's see who wins! Grant has his 2 year old well child visit tomorrow- and the winner takes all.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Kitty fur
We were in the ski shop today while I tried on some new ski boots, and I was joking with the salesman (Brian, a good friend of ours) about the slightly ridiculous trend this year of big poofy fake fur liners in the boots. One was white, the other was a shiny mid-tone gray.
Me: I don't know which I like better- the ones made from polar bears, or the ones made from kittens.
Brian: (laughing) The kitten ones are especially soft, although polar bears are well suited to cold weather.
Cooper: THOSE ARE MADE FROM KITTENS? (lip quiver)
Brian and Me: OH no no no we were just kidding! Just being silly. Not really made from kittens, buddy. Not kittens at all. Not even polar bears.
About 15 minutes later, while we were still trying on more boots, Cooper came back over and calmly asked, "Brian, how do the get the fur off the kittens into the boots?"
Remind me to NEVER make jokes about skinning cats, ever again.
Me: I don't know which I like better- the ones made from polar bears, or the ones made from kittens.
Brian: (laughing) The kitten ones are especially soft, although polar bears are well suited to cold weather.
Cooper: THOSE ARE MADE FROM KITTENS? (lip quiver)
Brian and Me: OH no no no we were just kidding! Just being silly. Not really made from kittens, buddy. Not kittens at all. Not even polar bears.
About 15 minutes later, while we were still trying on more boots, Cooper came back over and calmly asked, "Brian, how do the get the fur off the kittens into the boots?"
Remind me to NEVER make jokes about skinning cats, ever again.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Things that rhyme with snake
Cooper's classroom is doing a unit on rhyming this week, which was helpful to know when Cooper randomly said...
C: Mom, You know what?
Me: What?
C: I like to wake and bake.
Me: (stifling a giggle) Those do rhyme, that's cool.
C: And Snake!
When we got to Grant's daycare, I shared this tidbit with the daycare manager and she laughed and immediately told me a hilarious story about a conversation with her five year old on Halloween, when he was having trouble figuring out a clasp on an odd piece of costume jewelry.
Son: I need a hooker.
Mom: Excuse me?
Son: I need to get this hooker on me.
Mom: You know, uhhh, that's not called a hooker. It is more like... hmmm... that's more like a joint on that bracelet. And could you ask your Dad for help, I'm kinda busy.
Son: OK! Hey Dad! I need a joint!
C: Mom, You know what?
Me: What?
C: I like to wake and bake.
Me: (stifling a giggle) Those do rhyme, that's cool.
C: And Snake!
When we got to Grant's daycare, I shared this tidbit with the daycare manager and she laughed and immediately told me a hilarious story about a conversation with her five year old on Halloween, when he was having trouble figuring out a clasp on an odd piece of costume jewelry.
Son: I need a hooker.
Mom: Excuse me?
Son: I need to get this hooker on me.
Mom: You know, uhhh, that's not called a hooker. It is more like... hmmm... that's more like a joint on that bracelet. And could you ask your Dad for help, I'm kinda busy.
Son: OK! Hey Dad! I need a joint!
Saturday, October 15, 2011
And we're back
I got a reminder the other day that I've been neglecting the blog. I figure I'll get back on the horse starting now.
The new house is great, but feeling a little like a money pit. Our old place had really past the money pit stage quite a few years ago, and I guess I had forgotten what it is like to not even want to make a to-do list, because that list is so long you don't want to face it. But it is OK. We won't go broke. We have a plan, I swear. It just feels like a lot.
Cooper is thriving in his new school and his teachers seem to really enjoy his company. He doesn't apparently participate very actively in most things, which doesn't surprise me, but he loves to talk about all the things they do at school so I'm sure he'll figure it out when he's ready. He does some cool drawings, so that's a start.
They had a firefighter visit the school last week and Cooper was really impressed. We talked about the firefighter all the way home, about how he had a truck with a bucket that collected rain (I don't think this was actually the case) and a cool hat (probably true) and a special jacket (totally true) and he put out fires. And then we talked about it all again, maybe three or four iterations. After all that, I asked Cooper if he wanted to be a firefighter. He pondered and then said, "When I get to be big, like really really big, after I grow up to be super bigger taller than Daddy, I think I want to be a super tall Mommy."
Nothing makes me happier than to envision an adult version of Cooper as a "mommy," truly. I picture him as a tall thin handsome young man holding an adorable blond baby. Sounds utterly perfect to me. I figure it is like when he's a daddy, except maybe he's wearing an apron or something (in his mind).
Grant's vocabulary is probably off the charts by now, or at least I've lost count of what he can say. He's also starting to say some words in Spanish, because his new daycare is "Spanish immersion" which basically means the staff all speak Spanish to the kids. He's getting good at "adios!" as an alternative to "bye bye." He's getting good at stringing his words together in meaningful ways, like "More chips please" and so forth.
It is totally worth mentioning that right now, Grant's favorite words are "No!" and "Mine!" This was never the case with Cooper. I don't actually recall him ever learning the word "mine" in the stereotypical way that toddlers use it. And Cooper was never a "No!" kinda kid. He just cried instead (ugh). So that's pretty interesting to me.
Speaking of the kids, Grant is waking up from his nap. Adios!
The new house is great, but feeling a little like a money pit. Our old place had really past the money pit stage quite a few years ago, and I guess I had forgotten what it is like to not even want to make a to-do list, because that list is so long you don't want to face it. But it is OK. We won't go broke. We have a plan, I swear. It just feels like a lot.
Cooper is thriving in his new school and his teachers seem to really enjoy his company. He doesn't apparently participate very actively in most things, which doesn't surprise me, but he loves to talk about all the things they do at school so I'm sure he'll figure it out when he's ready. He does some cool drawings, so that's a start.
They had a firefighter visit the school last week and Cooper was really impressed. We talked about the firefighter all the way home, about how he had a truck with a bucket that collected rain (I don't think this was actually the case) and a cool hat (probably true) and a special jacket (totally true) and he put out fires. And then we talked about it all again, maybe three or four iterations. After all that, I asked Cooper if he wanted to be a firefighter. He pondered and then said, "When I get to be big, like really really big, after I grow up to be super bigger taller than Daddy, I think I want to be a super tall Mommy."
Nothing makes me happier than to envision an adult version of Cooper as a "mommy," truly. I picture him as a tall thin handsome young man holding an adorable blond baby. Sounds utterly perfect to me. I figure it is like when he's a daddy, except maybe he's wearing an apron or something (in his mind).
Grant's vocabulary is probably off the charts by now, or at least I've lost count of what he can say. He's also starting to say some words in Spanish, because his new daycare is "Spanish immersion" which basically means the staff all speak Spanish to the kids. He's getting good at "adios!" as an alternative to "bye bye." He's getting good at stringing his words together in meaningful ways, like "More chips please" and so forth.
It is totally worth mentioning that right now, Grant's favorite words are "No!" and "Mine!" This was never the case with Cooper. I don't actually recall him ever learning the word "mine" in the stereotypical way that toddlers use it. And Cooper was never a "No!" kinda kid. He just cried instead (ugh). So that's pretty interesting to me.
Speaking of the kids, Grant is waking up from his nap. Adios!
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Crazy busy
We've been maniacs around here lately, in a good way. We're selling our house, buying another house, and thus moving. We've got work trips and trips for fun and my parents just visited, too. And of course, Cooper and Grant are moving on up. Cooper starts school in about three weeks, and he's very excited about that. Grant is switching to a new daycare that is near the new house, and we are very happy with how it looks. Naturally, Grant is clueless, but Cooper has been trying to prep him. "You're going to a new daycare. There will be a new Shane and a new Autumn and new kids."
The two of them continue to grow up faster than we can keep up. Cooper tried to carry Grant piggyback today (I helped) and it was one of the cutest, funniest things I've ever seen. "Don't worry Grant, I'm holding your bottom. You hold tight with your hands and I carry you piggyback!" Meanwhile, I'm holding Grant under the armpits as he clings fiercely to Cooper's back, legs splayed like a professional, both of them teetering and giggling crazily.
Grant is learning to say words at quite the clip. His vocabulary now includes just about all the important words in toddler life- Dada, Mama, Brother, Doggie, Chicken, Ball, Down, Up, More, Please, Book, Shoes, Juice, Milk, Yay, Ouch, and then a huge variety of imitation words and miscellaneous sounds.
Tonight, as Cooper was settling in to try to sleep, he came out of his room.
Cooper: Mom, I can't go to sleep.
Me: What's up?
Cooper: Grant left toys all over my room. We need to clean them up before I can sleep.
I hadn't even noticed, but he was right. Grant had strewn three toddler puzzle's worth of little animals all over the floor of Cooper's room. Cooper and I gathered them all up and put them all where they belonged.
Me: I hope that's better, kiddo.
Cooper: Yeah, that's so much better. Thanks for helping, Mom. I love you.
When he's cute and courteous like that, it practically hurts me.
The two of them continue to grow up faster than we can keep up. Cooper tried to carry Grant piggyback today (I helped) and it was one of the cutest, funniest things I've ever seen. "Don't worry Grant, I'm holding your bottom. You hold tight with your hands and I carry you piggyback!" Meanwhile, I'm holding Grant under the armpits as he clings fiercely to Cooper's back, legs splayed like a professional, both of them teetering and giggling crazily.
Grant is learning to say words at quite the clip. His vocabulary now includes just about all the important words in toddler life- Dada, Mama, Brother, Doggie, Chicken, Ball, Down, Up, More, Please, Book, Shoes, Juice, Milk, Yay, Ouch, and then a huge variety of imitation words and miscellaneous sounds.
Tonight, as Cooper was settling in to try to sleep, he came out of his room.
Cooper: Mom, I can't go to sleep.
Me: What's up?
Cooper: Grant left toys all over my room. We need to clean them up before I can sleep.
I hadn't even noticed, but he was right. Grant had strewn three toddler puzzle's worth of little animals all over the floor of Cooper's room. Cooper and I gathered them all up and put them all where they belonged.
Me: I hope that's better, kiddo.
Cooper: Yeah, that's so much better. Thanks for helping, Mom. I love you.
When he's cute and courteous like that, it practically hurts me.
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