…we stop trying to outdo each other and work together?

“Yes! YES! They do have too much time on their hands!!”

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We had to break out a ladder.  Certainly you can understand why.

What goes up…

…must come down

I LOVE how he says “Yes!” toward the end!

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I got Caleb a little soft baseball bat and ball the other day. Something that can be used inside or out. He’s shown an interest in baseball, so maybe we’ll check into T-ball next year. Anyway, he manages to get a few hits in. He decided he wanted to pitch and he threw a fast curve ball at me from about four feet away. No chance I was hitting that, so I told him to throw “underhanded.” Have you ever tried to describe this motion? It is rather difficult. I kept demonstrating by just waving my arm back and forth, but my words were floundering. He watched, thought about it for a second, then held one harm out in front of him and threw the ball at me with the other hand. Under his outstretched hand. Under-hand-ed.

Today we were walking around K-mart (I have a sad life now with no Target, it feels so ghetto to wander around Walmart and Kmart, it just isn’t the same). We rarely venture out of the toy and kid clothes section. This is the kind of K-mart that has been open for years and years. The one white floors are now gray with chipped tiles and the whole place feels dirty. The parking lot is full of -bottom your car out- potholes. I need a tetanus shot just from looking at the little merry-go-round and Ramone looking car ride-ons (the ones you put a quarter in). BUT, I will say, I’m addicted to their clothes section for kids! I have found so many cute shirts in there! Cheap, cheap, cheap too! His 4th of July shirt came from there (I didn’t want anything that was for the 4th, just something with the right colors, so I didn’t feel silly putting him in it after the 4th). And this one, same shirt, different colors. They are TWO DOLLARS. I heart a bargain!

Anyway, as I head back toward the actual point of my story…
We were heading towards the kid’s clothing section when we passed the…er..lingerie section. Caleb paused to examine a Joe Boxer flopper stopper, as my dad used to call them. It was a padded one, bright yellow with a big, old smiley face for each “girl.” Apparently those are for pre-pregnancy perky boobs, right? They even smile at you. And trust me, there is nothing smiley about them post pregnancy and breastfeeding. Anyway, he reached out with both hands and squeezed (honk honk!) and said “Do deez go on your boobies Mommy?”

“Aaah, yes, yes they do.”

“Wish we could get me dis.”

“But you don’t need that, that is for girls.”

“I don’t have any boobs Mommy. But I have some at home!”

“Not that I’m aware of. Unfortunately, girls have to take them everywhere we go.” And just think how much more pleasant jogging would be if you didn’t. Just let that marinate for a minute. Is anyone else thinking about Wanda Sykes stand up? If not, then I won’t go there, totally inappropriate language, even for me. ;)

If you don’t know what I’m talking about and are just really, really curious AND won’t be offended, you can click here. Click with caution, language ahead.

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I randomly decided to sit down and make a slideshow beginning where the last slideshow left off and ending around Caleb’s third birthday. You’ve probably already seen most of the pictures. I absolutely love this song, Amazing by Janelle. It really was amazing to go back and look at the pictures from just a year ago. He was so short and little. Just over the last year, he has changed so much. I noticed some sign language in one of the pictures and thought to myself, wow, he wasn’t saying a word then. Some days I’d pay a pretty penny for a little bit of that silence! Nah, just kidding. Kinda. I was watching him sitting there on the potty today (no I’m not a big weirdo!)…it just reminded me how much and how fast he is growing up. As he looked back at me, everything in me just wanted to be a better mom today than I was yesterday, and hopefully a better one tomorrow that I was today. So amazing…

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I recently saw a picture posted on another mom’s blog (she’s hilarious, go read!) of a small trampoline that still has all the safety features of a full sized trampoline. It is a wonder we ever survived childhood, right? I can remember jumping out of my friend’s treehouse about seven feet down on to her trampoline. Which was, of course, on a cement patio. When we discuss our children, people often refer to their child as “a climber,” meaning said child will use any and all measures to gain access to a higher position within the room. I have a friend who found her son on top of the fridge in his Halloween candy. He had used the handles of the drawers like a ladder. Climbers can be very resourceful and creative. Then there are those of us who have “jumpers.” I have a jumper. As early as I can remember he liked to be bounced. If I walked with a gentle bounce in my step when he was an infant, he would fall asleep. When he got old enough that we didn’t worry about “shaking” him, he would delight at being bounced on your knee. He loved to put his fist against his mouth so that when you bounced him, he sounded like a little indian (if you pat your mouth while making a continuous sound). I borrowed a jumperoo from a friend when he was about seven months old. I felt like I had struck gold. He would jump until his little legs couldn’t move anymore. On numerous occasions, I have said “I wish they made a jumperoo for toddlers, it might help expel some of this seemingly endless energy.” Found it. It is a little big, but we will keep it indoors for the summer to cut down on the possibility of a heat stroke! Appropriately, his shirt says “I do all my own stunts.”

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how to handle a telemarketer

May 13

Posted by: Rachel in: blog, videos

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I took this video with my cell phone, so expect nothing stellar (also no sound for some reason), but I swear I haven’t sped it up. To me it looks like a video that someone has sped up, but no, that’s him, in motion. He wants to run everywhere he goes!

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Look, he’s reading! Okay, okay, he has actually just memorized a large portion of the book.
Note: this is a long one, and will probably bore most people, but I have no doubt my mother inlaw and sister inlaw will be thoroughly entertained.

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Notice the pauses before certain words? He stops to quiz me on what the next word is.  I think my favorite part is “Pat-a-cake pat-a-cake, bake your man”

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Baby don’t hurt me, baby don’t hurt me…no more.

Not a Saturday Night Live fan?  Egh me either really, but this video makes me think of that.

He’s really trying not to dance, I mean he wouldn’t want to embarrass himself.  But he just can’t keep his head still.

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