I took Pickle to basketball practice the other night. He was so rowdy all day, I was hoping that he would listen and co-operate with his coach at practice.
About 5 minutes into practice, I felt sorry for the coach.
All the boys were being rowdy and none of them were listening. They were pushing, laughing, jumping around and throwing themselves on the ground. In an effort to get them to listen to him, the coach made them run punishment laps. After the laps, some of the boys started listening, but not mine.
The coach told my son to run 2 laps for not listening. Five other boys hands shot up in the air and they started begging "Can I run laps, Can I run laps?"
The poor coach tried to explain to them that it was for punishment and not for fun.
Nobody believed him.
After the six boys ran laps, some of the other boys started pushing each other down and laughing. The coach tried a different approach. "No more horse playing guys. We have to practice. The next person to act up will have to do push-ups."
All hands shot up....Whats a push-up? It sounds fun. I want to try that...and my favorite.....I loves those, my mom buys them all the time.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
The Biter
Drama has a few new nicknames right now....the Biter and Puppy.
Ever since she could pick up things, everything has gone in her mouth. Now she is starting to bite everything...including people.
She refuses to walk so she has trouble carrying things in her hands and crawling. At some point over the weekend, she realized that she could carry stuff in her mouth while she crawled. She crawls to the toy, picks it up with her mouth and then crawls to where she wants to play with it and then spits it out of her mouth.
Pickle said "Mom we don't need a puppy any more because we have Puppy ******!"
Ever since she could pick up things, everything has gone in her mouth. Now she is starting to bite everything...including people.
She refuses to walk so she has trouble carrying things in her hands and crawling. At some point over the weekend, she realized that she could carry stuff in her mouth while she crawled. She crawls to the toy, picks it up with her mouth and then crawls to where she wants to play with it and then spits it out of her mouth.
Pickle said "Mom we don't need a puppy any more because we have Puppy ******!"
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Soap Castles
The weather this summer has been brutal!
For this reason, I have been forced to find ways to entertain Pickle inside. The other day, he wanted to go swimming, but the water in the pool was too hot (and sudsy...don't ask, I sure didn't).
Instead we decided to play with water inside.
Pickle was so excited to be given free reign in the bathroom. He grabbed toys, wash rags, and unbeknown to me, soap and shampoo.
I gave him the only rule I could think of, no water on the floor, and left him in there alone to play and have fun at the sink.
He had been in there about 10 minutes when he said "Mom come look."
I went in there and he had a sink over-flowing with suds!
"Look at my soap castles! Do you like them?!?"
"Yes they are beautiful!"
That night when I went to give him a bath, I found out that he had used his whole brand new bottle of body wash for his soap castles....
When Chef got home from fixing the car, he found out that Pickle had used all the hand soap and an enitre can of shaving cream....
They were beautiful castles!
For this reason, I have been forced to find ways to entertain Pickle inside. The other day, he wanted to go swimming, but the water in the pool was too hot (and sudsy...don't ask, I sure didn't).
Instead we decided to play with water inside.
Pickle was so excited to be given free reign in the bathroom. He grabbed toys, wash rags, and unbeknown to me, soap and shampoo.
I gave him the only rule I could think of, no water on the floor, and left him in there alone to play and have fun at the sink.
He had been in there about 10 minutes when he said "Mom come look."
I went in there and he had a sink over-flowing with suds!
"Look at my soap castles! Do you like them?!?"
"Yes they are beautiful!"
That night when I went to give him a bath, I found out that he had used his whole brand new bottle of body wash for his soap castles....
When Chef got home from fixing the car, he found out that Pickle had used all the hand soap and an enitre can of shaving cream....
They were beautiful castles!
Chew. Swallow. Repeat.
I say these words too many times a day. Sometimes, I even include the words open mouth and insert food. See, the boy has a real problem eating. And by that I mean, he loves to talk (mainly at inappropriate times like while eating, while anyone else is talking, and especially while you are going to the bathroom).
His talking started out as a good thing. Family conversations while eating are a good thing, right? Well in my case the answer is no. Here's why....it generally takes the boy about an hour to finish eating ANYTHING. When we give him a popsicle it usually melts before he can finish. He reports that he is hungry every time I pick him up from school because "they don't give him enough time to eat his lunch." I talked to the teacher and she says that he talks during lunch to the point that he has to sit by the teacher or her assistant in order to get him to eat the small bit that he does.
At a loss of what to do to encourage him to talk at different and more appropriate times, we have tried many things.
1. Riding in the car with radio off......I try this everyday. I ask him lots of questions and he responds with one word answers. After about 5 minutes, he starts asking me to please turn on the radio, and he continues to ask every few minutes for the entire drive.
2. No TV until he talks about his day....all he talks about is what cartoon he is missing. Then he starts to cry because he has missed cartoon and ends up losing tv for the day (which is not such a bad thing, unless you are the one that has to listen to the all day tantrum).
3. Board Games...These encourage lots of talking about the game, mainly how the other person or people are playing wrong...and some cheating, but that is another post all together.
4. Arts and Crafts...This one is working the best! He will talk about the craft that we are doing, crafts he has done in the past and crafts he wants to do soon.
All day long, I cannot get him to talk about his day, things he learned in school or pretty much anything, but , without fail, as soon as you put the food in front of him, he finds he has so much to talk about.
His talking started out as a good thing. Family conversations while eating are a good thing, right? Well in my case the answer is no. Here's why....it generally takes the boy about an hour to finish eating ANYTHING. When we give him a popsicle it usually melts before he can finish. He reports that he is hungry every time I pick him up from school because "they don't give him enough time to eat his lunch." I talked to the teacher and she says that he talks during lunch to the point that he has to sit by the teacher or her assistant in order to get him to eat the small bit that he does.
At a loss of what to do to encourage him to talk at different and more appropriate times, we have tried many things.
1. Riding in the car with radio off......I try this everyday. I ask him lots of questions and he responds with one word answers. After about 5 minutes, he starts asking me to please turn on the radio, and he continues to ask every few minutes for the entire drive.
2. No TV until he talks about his day....all he talks about is what cartoon he is missing. Then he starts to cry because he has missed cartoon and ends up losing tv for the day (which is not such a bad thing, unless you are the one that has to listen to the all day tantrum).
3. Board Games...These encourage lots of talking about the game, mainly how the other person or people are playing wrong...and some cheating, but that is another post all together.
4. Arts and Crafts...This one is working the best! He will talk about the craft that we are doing, crafts he has done in the past and crafts he wants to do soon.
All day long, I cannot get him to talk about his day, things he learned in school or pretty much anything, but , without fail, as soon as you put the food in front of him, he finds he has so much to talk about.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Chef's Mail
Today Chef got a letter addressed to him from the Research Institute of Mother and Child Care. Curious, I opened it up expecting brochures for various child care places or possibly pediatricians in our area. Instead it was a survey and this is how it read:
Dear Mr. InsaneDaddy
Dear Mr. InsaneDaddy
This survey is easy and will only take a few minutes to complete. The questions apply to the youngest infant in your home, regardless of whether you breastfeed or use infant formula.
After I stopped laughing uncontrollably, I was left wondering
A) Whose job is it to check the surveys before they get mailed out
B) Where does a man get that type of "equipment"
C) How can I convince Chef that he should breastfeed the next one?
A Stroll Around the Lake
Today we went to the park to feed the ducks. They were not interested in eating.
We decided to walk around the lake. About half way around, we saw something poke it's head out of the water and then quickly disappear. We stopped to see if it would come back up.
While we were waiting, we were talking about what it might be. I had no ideas. Chef thought it might be a Water Moccasin.
Pickle said, "No silly, it's a Sea Monster."
We also saw swans with their heads in the water and their butts up in the air. Pickle thought this the funniest thing. That night when we put Drama in her bed, she put her face down on the mattress and her butt up in the air and started moving around and making funny noises.
Pickle said, "Look guys, Drama is a swan!"
We decided to walk around the lake. About half way around, we saw something poke it's head out of the water and then quickly disappear. We stopped to see if it would come back up.
While we were waiting, we were talking about what it might be. I had no ideas. Chef thought it might be a Water Moccasin.
Pickle said, "No silly, it's a Sea Monster."
We also saw swans with their heads in the water and their butts up in the air. Pickle thought this the funniest thing. That night when we put Drama in her bed, she put her face down on the mattress and her butt up in the air and started moving around and making funny noises.
Pickle said, "Look guys, Drama is a swan!"
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
It's that time of year.....AGAIN!!!!
Everybody in my house is sick!
Runny noses, coughs, and fevers. And I am sure that congestion and vomiting are not too far behind.
Fun times!!
Runny noses, coughs, and fevers. And I am sure that congestion and vomiting are not too far behind.
Fun times!!
Sunday, November 7, 2010
The Tooth Fairy
While I was brushing the boy's teeth the other night, I discovered that the tooth fairy may be visiting my house soon.
Me: You have a new tooth coming in!
Boy: Really where!?! Cool!!!!!
Me: Guess we need to go see the dentist.
Boy: No! The tooth fairy comes to you and she takes the tooth with her.
Me: Really!! What else does the tooth fairy do?
Boy: She gives you money for your tooth.
Me: How much do you think she gives you?
Boy: She gives you $1 for the small teeth in front, $2 for the next few teeth and then $3 for the way
back teeth!!
Me: Really!! Why does she pay you for the teeth? What does she do with them?
Boy: She buys them from you so she can sell them to somebody else and make money.
Me: Who does she sell them to?
Boy: I'm not sure but they pay her by weight. That's why she has to collect a lot of teeth to pay her
bills.
Me: You have a new tooth coming in!
Boy: Really where!?! Cool!!!!!
Me: Guess we need to go see the dentist.
Boy: No! The tooth fairy comes to you and she takes the tooth with her.
Me: Really!! What else does the tooth fairy do?
Boy: She gives you money for your tooth.
Me: How much do you think she gives you?
Boy: She gives you $1 for the small teeth in front, $2 for the next few teeth and then $3 for the way
back teeth!!
Me: Really!! Why does she pay you for the teeth? What does she do with them?
Boy: She buys them from you so she can sell them to somebody else and make money.
Me: Who does she sell them to?
Boy: I'm not sure but they pay her by weight. That's why she has to collect a lot of teeth to pay her
bills.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Drama Turns ONE!!!!!
Drama is one now!! Time has just flown by!
She had a Hello Kitty birthday cake, and the grocery store gave us a free toddler cake for her to play in. She was so funny playing in the cake. She started by painting the table and then she started painting herself. She painted her whole body from her hair to her toes.
She really didn't seem to like the taste of the cake at first. However as soon as she was cleaned up and everybody had their piece of cake, she started screaming for cake. We fed her some and she loved it.
Now every time we get food she jumps up and down and screams until we feed her some off of our plate.
She had a Hello Kitty birthday cake, and the grocery store gave us a free toddler cake for her to play in. She was so funny playing in the cake. She started by painting the table and then she started painting herself. She painted her whole body from her hair to her toes.
She really didn't seem to like the taste of the cake at first. However as soon as she was cleaned up and everybody had their piece of cake, she started screaming for cake. We fed her some and she loved it.
Now every time we get food she jumps up and down and screams until we feed her some off of our plate.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Bad Day.......
Tuesday I had a bad day.
I took the boy to school and came home. Nothing eventful happened.....or so I thought.
When I went to leave to pick him up from school, I had a flat tire. I called the husband and he said put air in the tire and drive straight to the school and back. No matter how much I tried to convince him that his "plan" wouldn't work, he would not listen.
Ten minutes later I was stranded on the side of the highway with a blown out and shredded tire.
I took the boy to school and came home. Nothing eventful happened.....or so I thought.
When I went to leave to pick him up from school, I had a flat tire. I called the husband and he said put air in the tire and drive straight to the school and back. No matter how much I tried to convince him that his "plan" wouldn't work, he would not listen.
Ten minutes later I was stranded on the side of the highway with a blown out and shredded tire.
Worse Day
Thursday the husband called me on his way home from work.
Husband "I got some news"
Me "What's up?"
Husband "My car just died"
Me "What? Are you kidding me?"
Husband "Yea, I just like to pull over and stand by the side of the road on the highway."
Me "Well as long as you are having fun."
Husband "I got some news"
Me "What's up?"
Husband "My car just died"
Me "What? Are you kidding me?"
Husband "Yea, I just like to pull over and stand by the side of the road on the highway."
Me "Well as long as you are having fun."
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Carving the Pumpkin
This is the first year we have carved a pumpkin as a family. We thought that Pickle would love it. He could get messy and not get in trouble.
We were wrong.
Pickle drew the face on the pumpkin, including ears. It looked so cute! All he could talk about was putting a candle in his jack o'lantern and see it all lit up.
As soon as Chef cut the pumpkin open, the whining started.
"I am not putting my hand it there."
"I am not touching that nasty stuff."
By the time the top was off, I was ready to throw the pumpkin through the window.
In an effort to convince Pickle that is was fun, I stuck my hand in the pumpkin. When I pulled out a handful of the insides, Pickle said, "That's so gross. I am going to puke!"
Chef tried to convince Pickle to put his hand in the pumpkin with great success. It only cost him $1.
Pickle held his hand in there for about a second before he jerked it out and flung pumpkin everywhere.
Things I learned from this experience:
1. Smart people carve pumpkins outside.
2. Pumpkins look just as good when they are painted.
3. Things you just know your kids will enjoy.....they won't.
We were wrong.
Pickle drew the face on the pumpkin, including ears. It looked so cute! All he could talk about was putting a candle in his jack o'lantern and see it all lit up.
As soon as Chef cut the pumpkin open, the whining started.
"I am not putting my hand it there."
"I am not touching that nasty stuff."
By the time the top was off, I was ready to throw the pumpkin through the window.
In an effort to convince Pickle that is was fun, I stuck my hand in the pumpkin. When I pulled out a handful of the insides, Pickle said, "That's so gross. I am going to puke!"
Chef tried to convince Pickle to put his hand in the pumpkin with great success. It only cost him $1.
Pickle held his hand in there for about a second before he jerked it out and flung pumpkin everywhere.
Things I learned from this experience:
1. Smart people carve pumpkins outside.
2. Pumpkins look just as good when they are painted.
3. Things you just know your kids will enjoy.....they won't.
Happy Haunting
With Pickle as Spiderman and Drama as a Gators cheerleader, we went out to get some candy.
We went trick or treating at Downtown Disney this year! As soon as we got there, I knew we were going to have an amazing time.
Drama refused to sleep all day and add to that the fact that she has been refusing to eat anything for days meant that she was super happy to be out trick or treating.
Pickle was so happy to be getting all the candy and be at Disney that he was bouncing all over the place. He kept running off to look at everything. After a few minutes, I was seriously considering finding someone with a pair of handcuffs...but then again who would that punish??
The lines were so long. They were giving out very little candy. And last but not least there was hardly any Disney to be seen, except for the stores.
We had so much fun, we left after one hour.
Next year it will definitely be door-to-door for us.
We went trick or treating at Downtown Disney this year! As soon as we got there, I knew we were going to have an amazing time.
Drama refused to sleep all day and add to that the fact that she has been refusing to eat anything for days meant that she was super happy to be out trick or treating.
Pickle was so happy to be getting all the candy and be at Disney that he was bouncing all over the place. He kept running off to look at everything. After a few minutes, I was seriously considering finding someone with a pair of handcuffs...but then again who would that punish??
The lines were so long. They were giving out very little candy. And last but not least there was hardly any Disney to be seen, except for the stores.
We had so much fun, we left after one hour.
Next year it will definitely be door-to-door for us.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Halloween 2007
For us, so far, 2007 was the best trick or treating year.
Pickle was just barely three. We spent the morning at Lowes picking up fixtures for our new house. While we were there, we looked at the Christmas decorations. Pickle was, and still is, really into Christmas trees. It was all he could talk about for the rest of the afternoon.
This was the first year Pickle was actually going to go door-to-door trick or treating, and he was so excited. While he was getting dressed up, all he could talk about was all the candy he was going to get and how much he was going to eat when he got home.
On the way to the neighborhood entrance, we practiced what he was supposed to say when the person opened the door.
When we got to the first house, Pickle was too scared to knock, so I knocked for him. This nice old lady answered the door and Pickle said, "Merry Christmas treat!"
Pickle was just barely three. We spent the morning at Lowes picking up fixtures for our new house. While we were there, we looked at the Christmas decorations. Pickle was, and still is, really into Christmas trees. It was all he could talk about for the rest of the afternoon.
This was the first year Pickle was actually going to go door-to-door trick or treating, and he was so excited. While he was getting dressed up, all he could talk about was all the candy he was going to get and how much he was going to eat when he got home.
On the way to the neighborhood entrance, we practiced what he was supposed to say when the person opened the door.
When we got to the first house, Pickle was too scared to knock, so I knocked for him. This nice old lady answered the door and Pickle said, "Merry Christmas treat!"
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
World's Only Anorexic One Year Old!!!
Yes, that's right, I have the world's only anorexic one year old. I couldn't be happier!
Since Drama was nine months old, we have been trying unsuccessfully to ween her off the bottle. She hates the sippy cup and will not even try to drink out of it. It doesn't matter what it has in it, she is just not interested.
Now that she is one, we are weening her off of the bottle and formula. So far, it is a smashing success!
She cries because she is hungry, so I offer her food. She puts food in her mouth and promptly takes it out and throws it in the floor. I put the food in her mouth and she spits it out again. Then she cries, screams, throws herself down on the ground, and kicks her legs. I am thinking really, temper tantrums already. GREAT!
This morning alone, I offered her 5 different things for breakfast. She tried them all with great enthusiasm.
Since Drama was nine months old, we have been trying unsuccessfully to ween her off the bottle. She hates the sippy cup and will not even try to drink out of it. It doesn't matter what it has in it, she is just not interested.
Now that she is one, we are weening her off of the bottle and formula. So far, it is a smashing success!
She cries because she is hungry, so I offer her food. She puts food in her mouth and promptly takes it out and throws it in the floor. I put the food in her mouth and she spits it out again. Then she cries, screams, throws herself down on the ground, and kicks her legs. I am thinking really, temper tantrums already. GREAT!
This morning alone, I offered her 5 different things for breakfast. She tried them all with great enthusiasm.
Monday, October 25, 2010
The NBA Game
The other night, the Husband took Pickle to his first NBA game.
"NEVER AGAIN!"
From that statement alone, I knew that the night had gone fantastic. The fact that they were home at 9:30pm told me that I should be glad I stayed at home.
Pickle came in carrying a jumbo foam finger with a frown on his face.
Me: "Did you have fun?"
Pickle: "No. Can I go to bed?"
Husband: "I will never do that again."
Me: "That well, huh?"
Husband: "He whined the enitre time. I can't see. I'm hungry. When are they going to start?"
Pickle: "I couldn't see the people. They were too far away."
Me: "Where were the seats?"
Husband: "There were only three rows behind us. We had a better view of the rafters."
Pickle: "Those seats were awful!"
Me: "At least the tickets were free."
Husband: "Yea, but I want my money back for parking."
"NEVER AGAIN!"
From that statement alone, I knew that the night had gone fantastic. The fact that they were home at 9:30pm told me that I should be glad I stayed at home.
Pickle came in carrying a jumbo foam finger with a frown on his face.
Me: "Did you have fun?"
Pickle: "No. Can I go to bed?"
Husband: "I will never do that again."
Me: "That well, huh?"
Husband: "He whined the enitre time. I can't see. I'm hungry. When are they going to start?"
Pickle: "I couldn't see the people. They were too far away."
Me: "Where were the seats?"
Husband: "There were only three rows behind us. We had a better view of the rafters."
Pickle: "Those seats were awful!"
Me: "At least the tickets were free."
Husband: "Yea, but I want my money back for parking."
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Pastry Chef
I had the bright idea to make pumpkin cupcakes with the kids. I bought a silicone pumpkin cupcake pan that is so cool. I bought orange and green icing and against my better judgment...Halloween sprinkles.
I have dreams of being a pastry chef one day.
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Maybe I should look into other careers....
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Life Lesson #10282
Moving with young kids is hard.
I have been packing and moving since Saturday, and I am not even half way there. So far, I have found that there are at least two reasons why this is a bad idea.
The first, and main, reason is kids have so much stuff, especially babies! Drama has her bath tub, rocking chair, play pen, bed, diapers, tons of clothes, not to mention her HUGE toys. With Pickle, I am absolutely amazed at how much one kid can accumulate in just 5 years! He has has so many clothes. This is mostly my fault. (I have a slight addiction to buying cute clothes for my kids. What mom doesn't?) Don't even get me started on his toys.
The second reason moving with kids is a bad idea is because they want to help. Yes, I know they mean well, and I am truly grateful that I have caring kids who want to help. The problem is, as most parents know, sometimes their help is not exactly help. At first, Pickle didn't want to pack his toys, because he wanted to play with them and because he was a little scared that he would lose them some how in the move. Once he got over this, he started packing the boxes, but the toys never went int he way he wanted. He repacked this one box five times! After the third time, the box ripped down the side and had to be taped. On the fifth time, I distracted him by telling him how great of a job he was doing and asking him to go find more toys. I taped the box shut while he was gone.
Drama wanted to help too. Every time I left a box open and unattended, she took it upon herself to empty the box.......one thing at a time.
I used to think that the only reason people hired movers was because they were rich or lazy, know I know it is because they are SMART!
I have been packing and moving since Saturday, and I am not even half way there. So far, I have found that there are at least two reasons why this is a bad idea.
The first, and main, reason is kids have so much stuff, especially babies! Drama has her bath tub, rocking chair, play pen, bed, diapers, tons of clothes, not to mention her HUGE toys. With Pickle, I am absolutely amazed at how much one kid can accumulate in just 5 years! He has has so many clothes. This is mostly my fault. (I have a slight addiction to buying cute clothes for my kids. What mom doesn't?) Don't even get me started on his toys.
The second reason moving with kids is a bad idea is because they want to help. Yes, I know they mean well, and I am truly grateful that I have caring kids who want to help. The problem is, as most parents know, sometimes their help is not exactly help. At first, Pickle didn't want to pack his toys, because he wanted to play with them and because he was a little scared that he would lose them some how in the move. Once he got over this, he started packing the boxes, but the toys never went int he way he wanted. He repacked this one box five times! After the third time, the box ripped down the side and had to be taped. On the fifth time, I distracted him by telling him how great of a job he was doing and asking him to go find more toys. I taped the box shut while he was gone.
Drama wanted to help too. Every time I left a box open and unattended, she took it upon herself to empty the box.......one thing at a time.
I used to think that the only reason people hired movers was because they were rich or lazy, know I know it is because they are SMART!
Whose Stability Ball is it???
My husband bought me a stability ball that I had been eyeing for a while now. I was really happy when he brought it home....my kids were happier.
For the first 5 minutes, Pickle thought the foot pump was the coolest thing in the world. He started using the pump with his hands, then he figured out it would be more fun to jump on it with both feet. He quickly figured out that blowing up a ball that big was more of a job then he wanted.
"Here Mom you try"
The next 30 minutes were filled with....Are you done yet? Can I play with it now? How much longer? Can't you go any faster?
When I finally finished blowing it up, Pickle ran and jumped onto the stability ball and promptly fell off the other side. He repeated this over and over until we were all laughing so hard we were hurting.
When he was finished playing, Drama decided it was her turn. At first she was afraid of it...and rightly so considering it is bigger than she is. However, she quickly realized that she could use the ball to walk around the room. This made her squeal with delight! She is now exploring the entire house from a whole new level.
Drama now refuses to let anyone else near it, and I am left wondering....Whose stability ball is it???
For the first 5 minutes, Pickle thought the foot pump was the coolest thing in the world. He started using the pump with his hands, then he figured out it would be more fun to jump on it with both feet. He quickly figured out that blowing up a ball that big was more of a job then he wanted.
"Here Mom you try"
The next 30 minutes were filled with....Are you done yet? Can I play with it now? How much longer? Can't you go any faster?
When I finally finished blowing it up, Pickle ran and jumped onto the stability ball and promptly fell off the other side. He repeated this over and over until we were all laughing so hard we were hurting.
When he was finished playing, Drama decided it was her turn. At first she was afraid of it...and rightly so considering it is bigger than she is. However, she quickly realized that she could use the ball to walk around the room. This made her squeal with delight! She is now exploring the entire house from a whole new level.
Drama now refuses to let anyone else near it, and I am left wondering....Whose stability ball is it???
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