Tuesday, August 26, 2008
New Warfare
"Mommy, I need big kiss."
Followed by ...
"Mommy, I need little kiss."
Followed by ...
"Mommy, I need big hug."
And then the whole manipulative - but incredibly sweet - cycle begins again.
Little man has always had his little tricks to get out of going to bed. In the past this has included items such as "read more books" or the common "I need more water" or "I need to go pee-pee."
However, we have one by one systematically conquered them by limiting the book reading to two bedtime stories and always making sure little man has a full sippy cup of water at his side and a trip to the potty just before bed (even though I do admit we do take him to the bathroom every time he asks, even if he just went, because I am horribly afraid of taking two steps backward in this whole potty training adventure).
But I don't think I can overcome this new trick. He may have won.
My cunning little man has found a way to overcome the "it's time for bed now" rule. While I do limit the big kiss, little kiss, big hug excuse to just one cycle now, I cannot say no. It's like mommy kryptonite. It defeats me every time.
And what's worse, is I'm sure little man knows it. And he triumphs in it.
I try to tell myself that he's won this battle, but not the war. While bedtime is now delayed, he does still go to bed.
And I get a chance for more little man kisses and hugs.
Bedtime isn't that important is it?
So much for maintaining my authority ... again.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Just Like Daddy
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Generation Gap
However, I can honestly say that turning 30 didn't get me down, instead I mostly reflected back on what a great life it has been thus far and made me realize that 30 really is the new 20.
That is, until we decided to treat little man to a Happy Meal.
I remember growing up my own mother lamenting about how Happy Meal toys were strange little things that didn't make much sense. She wondered what was so alluring about them to little kids.
I also remember wondering what exactly did she mean? Happy Meal toys were the best!
I really don't know what it is. But, it bobbles.
It's a big-headed, jet fighter bobble-head.
And yes, that's all it does. It bobbles.
Maybe the Happy Meal toy makers had a bunch of extra Star Wars toys and some Ken heads with no bodies?
Maybe it's some kind of new superhero? BobbleMan?
Oy.
Maybe I'm just old.
Maybe I now understand the meaning of "generation gap."
Maybe I should stop pondering the meaning of bobble-heads.
{Sigh}
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Tampin'
Or, according to little man, we went "tampin'."
Like the baseball game, I was definitely worried about how well little man would do tampin'. I was worried little man was still too little. But, once again, mommy was wrong.
Little man loved it. Every minute of it.
We spent our days out on the boat, fishing and swimming and playing in the mud. It was a welcome relief from the hot August sun. And when the day got hotter, we simply found a little shady cove near our campsite, where little man spent the afternoon swimming and squeezing mud between his little fingers.
At night, little man loved dining on "torn" (aka corn on the cob fresh from the campfire) as well as all of the other camping delicacies. My only regret is that little man did not get to enjoy smores, as he fell asleep before the first marshmallow finished roasting.
All in all, it was a great weekend. Even though I'm still cleaning all of the mud out from underneath little man's fingernails.
{looking at the stars from the middle of the lake}
{fishin' with daddy}
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Take Me Out to the Ball Game...
Fortunately, we had reinforcements -- Nana and Grandpa. Which, for the record, is the only reason I agreed to such an adventure. I figured with four grown adults, we could surely wrangle a 2 1/2 year old.
Hopefully. Surely. Maybe.
I must admit, I did not have faith in little man's ability to sit through a baseball game. While I do like to think of him as my perfect little angel ... well, I guess I'll just refer you back to my previous blog about little man's spunk.
However, this was definitely one of the rare instances where mommy was wrong. (Yes, I said it.) It soon became apparent that little man is indeed a true-blue little boy. While the large crowd did leave him a little unsure, he put on a brave face and was soon wildly pointing around asking mommy "What's that?"
When we arrived at our seats, little man was even more enamored.
And when the boys took to the field and the first pitch was thrown, little man's eyes kept getting wider and wider.
Then ... my spunky little boy had an epiphany.
"Mommy, I go there."
"Where do you want to go little man?"
"Down there ... there mommy, down."
As I followed little man's gaze and saw where his little finger was pointing I realized where "down there" was ... little man wanted to go down to the field.
"I play baseball."
{mommy's heart melts}
"No, buddy, you can't play ball down there."
"Mommy, I go down therrrrrrrrre."
All I could do was give him a hug and reassure him.
"Maybe in a few years ... maybe when you grow up you can play down there."
And although it was a last-ditch effort to cheer him up after quashing his baseball dreams, I told him all about his Uncle "Lambo" and how he was once a great baseball player. He could teach little man all he needed to know about baseball.
But, instead little man just looked on with his big blue eyes, longing to go "play baseball down there."
After a few hot dogs, ice cream and all the other culinary delights the stadium had to offer, little man finally accepted that he could not go "down there."
And then, in typical Kansas summertime fashion, these rolled in:
And we moved up ... waaaayyy up as the rain came pouring down.
We attempted to wait it out, however the night hour was continuing to tick by and little man's big blue eyes slowly got heavier and heavier.
When we got home, little man was tuckered out from his big day and gladly went to bed. Later, when I went to check on him, I found little man snoring away with his baseball glove on, surely dreaming about the day when he can play "down there."
{baseball dreams}
{Getting a toddler to look at the camera and smile is often a difficult feat. But, you take what you can get}
{Did I mention getting a toddler to look at the camera and smile is a difficult feat? Hey, we tried.}
{little man and grandpa}
{down there}