Terrible 2's Already?

As you can see by the previous post, we have made no progress on the binky front. In fact, it has gotten much, much worse. He doesn’t even trust us to hold in while he eats. Any attempt to mess with his “me” (we have no idea why he calls it that) are met with screams, tears and general unrest. I know it needs to go soon, right now I am saying after flu season. We will see, we may be pulling it out on his way to preschool. It hasn’t seemed to impact his vocabulary, he continues to spout off new words left and right, recently adding “MINE” to his repitoire. The towel that I put on the floor when they are taking a bath, yes that is his and Grant had better not stand on it and don’t even think about wrapping up in the blanket we keep in the living room, it's his. The Santa picture kind of sums it up. It was my second year in charge and I worked so hard finding a new Santa and a nicer backdrop and was so excited to get good pictures of my kids. I don’t know what I was thinking. At least we could all be there this year, last year we were still keeping Ryan away from crowds since he was only 5 months out of surgery. Hard to believe what a difference a year makes. No real story behind the basketball pic, just Kyle being his superstar self. He is SOO excited for us to open up the gifts he picked out at the Santa shop. He has wrapped and rewrapped and tried his best to get us to agree to an early open date.

Random quotes heard lately: “Don’t kill me, you love me” (Grant, to Kyle) – “Digger”, “I’m thirsty”, “Empty”, “Dog”, “Dog”, “Dog” (Ryan to anyone who is listening) - “Here’s a tip, mom, we like hamburgers, not meat burgers” (Kyle to me after I had made a chuck roast into bbq beef sandwiches and was pretty proud of myself, until we sat down. Meal time is about to push me over the edge. If it’s not a spaghetti (with store bought premade meatballs on the side, no sauce or something that was at one point frozen, they “hate” it and “feel sick”. Can you imagine how the turkey meatball soup went over today? It had spinach in it.

Baby, Bye, Bye

Just because I knew it was coming, didn’t make it any easier.  Ryan had his first official haircut on the November 22^nd and now looks oh so grown up.  It took a couple of days to get used to, but I managed.  Jason used his patented set the kid on a diaper box and put in a movie approach.  Sometime I can’t believe how talented he his, he cuts the boys hair and his own.  He did mine for a long time, but I bought a “real” haircut and color from the CHD Families auction and got hooked again.  I just try to go as long as possible because I feel guilty spending that money on something so fleeting.  I put these pics in the email so long ago, I can’t really remember what else is up there.  I think I put Kyle in his Indian costume he made at school.  He was so proud.  His teacher continues to sing his praises.  Recently we I emailed her about picking him up and she replied with the following “You probably hear this all the time, but Kyle is the sweetest boy EVER!  He always works extra hard, tries his best and is very careful to follow directions.   He's also quite the math whiz.  He picks up on concepts quickly and is able to explain his thinking to the class.  I am very lucky to have him in class!”  I just wish he believed in himself as much as everyone else does.  Math whiz he can’t really argue with.  Sometimes he just starts writing out random problems, like 3-3+100 + 1 – 11 = 90 and 2 X 2 X 2 = 8.  I think it’s ironic that he understands multiplication, but still writes some of his numbers backwards.  I just can’t wait to see what he becomes. 

 

I’m obviously a little behind.  Jason spent a long week at a training class in jolly old England and it was survival for quite some time.  We missed him like crazy.  His flight out and back weren’t two late, so we took him and picked him up at the airport, which I thought the boys would enjoy, but I thought wrong.  Oh, well.  The day he left, I fixed a big dinner at 1 because I had read eating dinner in the “new” time will help you adjust.  Kyle, none to happy with the pork chops I had fixed said “Well were not going to England, so can we have peanut butter sandwichs?  We survived, but I still don’t feel caught up, instead of blogging, I should be WORKING, balancing the check book, filling out rebate forms, folding laundry, sorting laundry doing laundry, on-line shopping to finish up the boys Christmas and did I mention WORKING.  Last year my goal was a stress free Christmas, this year I will settle for a Christmas without a major meltdown.

 

I did not get up at 3:30 to go Black Friday shopping.  THOSE people are crazy.  Also crazy… grown women who see Twilight:New Moon… twice!  Not me.