"Mama, I want a lot of coffee this morning. I'm three years old now." - Carter (indeed three years old and known for "killing" the last sip of coffee in the cup.)
Wyatt is so polite that anytime he hears a song end, he applauds and shouts "yay!". The other morning he woke up, looked around at his family around him and shouted "yay!".
Carter on making a cake with mama: "I washed my hands and then I licked them and mama shouted "nein!" and we washed them again. Then I put my shoes on the counter and mama yelled "nein" and she cleaned the counter and then we... made a cake and mama said "gut gemacht, Carter!".
Wyatt wakes up in the middle of the night sometimes, crawls over, and gives Rob a hug. So sweet.
Carter overheard while holding his guitar: "And for my next song, I'll be singing without clothes on."
Carter put his foot up near Wyatt's face. Wyatt growled, lunged, and bit it. I think letting Willow babysit has been a bad idea.
Carter handing Wyatt a pointy toy: Here Wyatt, put that in your eye and see if it hurts."
We lost our horse of 26 years recently. Carter wanted to talk about it one night. He told me, "Concerto died. His batteries died".
Wyatt comes to nurse at my work. Sometimes I wait for him in the parking lot and as the truck pulls up I can see him mouthing "mama" through the window. So cute!
I gave Carter a funky utensil with his lunch....Carter: It's a fork! No, it's a spoon! Hey! Wait a minute, it's a SPORK!
Wyatt was nursing and Carter wanted to nurse. Wyatt went to change sides and Carter yelled, "hey Wyatt, that's not your boob, that's my boob.
While making biscotti with Carter "Honey, please don't hold your penis and then touch the cookie dough" flew out of my mouth.
Carter was a complete mess and for about two hours one night......how can a teeny bit of congestion ruin EVERYONE's night? I actually told him at 3am that if his feet touched me one more time I was going to scream. His response? "Don't wake up Wyatt."
Wyatt has about 8 signs now.....light, dog, wind, fan, nurse, cat, more, all finished.
Carter was playing his electric guitar. Mama: Can you sing "Alle meine Entchen"?. Carter thinks...."better go get my other guitar, this one is for singing Stevie Wonder".
Carter: "Papa, papa! Help! Help! I pee-peed on mama's shoes!" And that's how we roll on a Saturday night.
Mama: Carter, what are you doing? Carter: Looking at my belly button. I want buttons on my boobs too. (At least he didn't say shiny stars with tassels.....I LOVE this kid!)
Wyatt started crawling on Saturday. On Monday Carter was overheard saying, "Wyatt go back and sit on your blanket."
Carter: Wanna get a poop bag and pick up dog poop? Mama: No, buddy, it's too late. Carter: Wanna pick it up now! Mama: No bud. We will pick it up tomorrow. Carter: Now? Mama: No! Carter: But it's in the living room. Mama (banging head against wall!) trudges off to get a poop bag.
Wyatt's favorite foods in order of preference: Ice cream, cat kibble, lollipop, green beans, apple sauce, watermelon, and peach. The first three were introduced by big brother when mama blinked her eyes.
Carter now has an alter-ego named "Denny". Denny does things like spit on the counter and pull Wyatt's hair. Yesterday while playing I heard a little voice say, "Denny, don't pop Carter's brother's head. Carter's mama will get mad and say 'no popping Wyatt's head!' " It's getting very confusing at our house!
Carter saw a cigarette butt. "That's a cigarette. It's bad. Really bad. Lollipops are good. Really good." Early propaganda teachings going good. Really good.
Carter: Mama, get me a stick. Mama: Why do you need a stick? Carter: To get the quinoa out of my nose.
Tofu is a big hit with Wyatt. Everytime he takes a bite he says "mmmmm". Such a good little vegetarian!
Playing the "Where's Wyatt" game with, well appropriately, Wyatt. I sign and say "where's Wyatt" and he drops down and hides his head on the floor.
I went outside to let the babysitter head home and found my son outside under a tree sitting in a small bucket of water naked as a jaybird singing "head shoulders knees and toes". I'm sure she's going to start requesting hazardous duty pay!
Baby led weaning day two. Bananas: Squishy = Look of horror. Peaches: Tart = Look of Fear. Hard salt-free pretzel: Hmmm, maybe, maybe....no, look of horror and fear. Screaming, screaming, real tears.
Carter looking out the window: "Stop licking your butt Willow. Ugh these dogs!" At least he doesn't hear the expletives I mumble when uttering my dog-butt-licking-mantra!
Carter's new thing is to run around saying in all seriousness, "mama, smell my finger". You never have any idea where that finger has been. Sometimes it's soapy, sometimes there's candle wax on it.....tonight he did it whilst on the toilet. It's genetic. I'm speechless.
Wyatt's first experience with food: Wyatt had his first taste of solids at 8 1/2 months....he was horrified and started frantically "signing" nurse, as if that tiny amount of avocado that he now had smeared all over the high chair was the last meal he'd ever have. Poor guy. He's sleeping now. Had to sleep off the stress.
I heard Carter tell Wyatt his hair was sticking up.....but didn't think much of it until I heard the dog bowl of water being dumped on Wyatt's head. In the kitchen. On the floor I just cleaned. Wyatt's hair isn't sticking up anymore.
Came in the kitchen to find Wyatt in the swing wearing 5 band-aids on his legs and a number of wet globs of toilet paper on his head. "Now he feels better....now we can go outside and play." Awwwww, brotherly love.
A little taste of our life: Vomit on bed? Check. Baby poop? Check? Wet tea grounds from a tea pot that Carter found and dumped on Wyatt? Check. Dog ate all the cat poop during this drama? Check. Mama eating cookies? Check. (I'm an emotional eater....what of it?)
More of our life: Woke up to dog diarrhea on the hardwood floor in the family room, dog farts in the office, and a rabbit (rest in peace) next to the cat in bed with ME this morning! Wow, do I need a drink.....definitely a bagel and cream cheese is in order this a.m.
Carter caught literally with his hand in the cookie jar: I'm having another one. That makes two. That's not a lot. I won't get sick. (How can you argue with that logic?)
Carter and Willow in the kitchen, Carter overheard saying: "Stop licking my floor Willow. Ugh, this dog!" What can I say? He cares as much about cleanliness as I do!
Hey baby that I sleep with. Talking and singing at 4:30 in the morning won't get me out of bed....the repeated nose honking however will. I am not a clown, please don't do that again!
Carter: Mama's gotta go to work? Me: Yeah, buddy I do. Carter: Mama's gotta take her boobs with her to work? Me: Yeah. Should I leave them here? Carter. Yeah (looking sad).
Took a nice warm bath to end my mother's day and it was lovely....til a naked 2 year old joined me, smiled and said "happy mother's day, mama" and tooted til bubbles rose to the surface. And we howled with laughter.
If I pull Wyatt's head off, he will cry. And if I eat grandma, mama will cry.
Scene: Carter with t-shirt and bib, no pants, holding his penis. Carter: Weedwhacker? Grandma:Is that what he calls his penis? Me: NO! He wants to know where the weedwhacker is!
Me: Carter? What are you doing? Carter: Playing guitar on Wyatt's penis...it's a really tiny guitar! (Wow, boys really are born different!)
"Papa didn't get to nurse as a baby, oh no! We need to get him a mama, build him a little boob and put milk in it" - Carter, upon discovering that his papa didn't nurse. (He likes to ask people now who they have nursed and if they have nursed.)
Excerpt from our life: Me:Did you find the mouse in the kitchen? Rob:Yup. Me:Where is it? Rob: In the living room. Me: Alive? Rob: Nooooo, I threw a dead mouse in the living room. (In my defense.....he's the kind of guy who would throw a dead mouse in the living room.)
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Such a bad mama
I cannot believe it has been six months since I have last written on here. It's official. I am a bad mama. My boys are now one and three years old....as of last month. We celebrated with an old fashioned carnival. We had pony rides, a petting zoo, homemade games, prizes, a balloon twister, popcorn, pretzels, and the cutest cupcakes EVER. Everyone said so. Well, one person did, so that pretty much counts as everyone.
Wyatt has been crawling since August 8th and he is now able to steal every toy his brother has, wants, is thinking about playing with, just got done playing with, might once upon a time play with again....and it doesn't go over well. Just this morning, Wyatt was sitting on the kitchen floor eating HIS bowl of O's. Carter tackled Wyatt by the shoulders and threw him on the ground all the while yelling those are MY O's. Ahh, brotherly love.
Rob and I are always in awe at how smart Carter is. He's a bright kiddo, even those not related to him will tell you so. We're a little worried about Wyatt. At this point he says "mama" and roars like a bear on command. And he signs "dog" when he sees a dog and when he sees me and when he sees grandma. We also just realized that we never talk about his body parts. He doesn't even know he has a nose yet because we haven't pointed that out to him. We were really talking a lot about it this morning, you know, trying to play catch up. Rob thought he just about had the whole "point to your nose" thing down....but then I let him fall off the bed and we haven't seen progress since. Rob thinks the fall knocked all of the sense out of him.
Maybe I ought to go to bed early tonight so that I can have energy for our all day body part cram session tomorrow. The kid's got to know where his nose is by next week at least.
Wyatt has been crawling since August 8th and he is now able to steal every toy his brother has, wants, is thinking about playing with, just got done playing with, might once upon a time play with again....and it doesn't go over well. Just this morning, Wyatt was sitting on the kitchen floor eating HIS bowl of O's. Carter tackled Wyatt by the shoulders and threw him on the ground all the while yelling those are MY O's. Ahh, brotherly love.
Rob and I are always in awe at how smart Carter is. He's a bright kiddo, even those not related to him will tell you so. We're a little worried about Wyatt. At this point he says "mama" and roars like a bear on command. And he signs "dog" when he sees a dog and when he sees me and when he sees grandma. We also just realized that we never talk about his body parts. He doesn't even know he has a nose yet because we haven't pointed that out to him. We were really talking a lot about it this morning, you know, trying to play catch up. Rob thought he just about had the whole "point to your nose" thing down....but then I let him fall off the bed and we haven't seen progress since. Rob thinks the fall knocked all of the sense out of him.
Maybe I ought to go to bed early tonight so that I can have energy for our all day body part cram session tomorrow. The kid's got to know where his nose is by next week at least.
Monday, May 24, 2010
My Boys
I guess I never really knew how much I'd like these little guys being in my life! I mean, you love them, of course, but I really really like them too.
Carter is just a hoot (and a pistol). On good days I am in awe of him and his abilities. On bad days I am still in awe of him, but a little bit afraid too. He can wear me down faster than anything I've ever experienced. He goes from zero to sixty and back again in a matter of seconds. Happy, sad, angry, frustrated, giddy, tired, silly.....he's enrolled in pre-school for September. He will be attending Die Rasselbande German pre-school. I'm so excited for him. I need to be speaking more German with him. I'd like to see him attend the German elementary school in South Park...ahh, a mother's crazy dreams. This evening he was sitting with his papa in papa's new work truck and he pointed to the cigarette lighter. He said to his papa, "you want to show me how this works." I love that child. He's beautiful and smart. And he likes tofu, beets, and arugula. Come on! I know you can't imagine a better child.
Wyatt is at such a fun stage right now. He does his crazy attack of the babies shtick. You know the routine: grab mama by the ears, lunge in open-mouthed, and bite her. Or is it kissing? Just in the last couple of days he has started giving things to us. Paper, teething toy, whatever his monkey hands can get a hold of. He's sitting up really well and only falls back about 5% of the time. He's been attending sign language classes just like Carter did at his age. He signs "milk" and is such an easy-going guy that sometimes he just sits quietly signing "milk" until someone notices him.
I am having such a good time with these guys. As Carter says, "my two boys". Yeah.
Carter is just a hoot (and a pistol). On good days I am in awe of him and his abilities. On bad days I am still in awe of him, but a little bit afraid too. He can wear me down faster than anything I've ever experienced. He goes from zero to sixty and back again in a matter of seconds. Happy, sad, angry, frustrated, giddy, tired, silly.....he's enrolled in pre-school for September. He will be attending Die Rasselbande German pre-school. I'm so excited for him. I need to be speaking more German with him. I'd like to see him attend the German elementary school in South Park...ahh, a mother's crazy dreams. This evening he was sitting with his papa in papa's new work truck and he pointed to the cigarette lighter. He said to his papa, "you want to show me how this works." I love that child. He's beautiful and smart. And he likes tofu, beets, and arugula. Come on! I know you can't imagine a better child.
Wyatt is at such a fun stage right now. He does his crazy attack of the babies shtick. You know the routine: grab mama by the ears, lunge in open-mouthed, and bite her. Or is it kissing? Just in the last couple of days he has started giving things to us. Paper, teething toy, whatever his monkey hands can get a hold of. He's sitting up really well and only falls back about 5% of the time. He's been attending sign language classes just like Carter did at his age. He signs "milk" and is such an easy-going guy that sometimes he just sits quietly signing "milk" until someone notices him.
I am having such a good time with these guys. As Carter says, "my two boys". Yeah.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
A Whole Lotta Love
Two years ago, I wrote about Carter's new love.....she was a pot holder. And he loved her, grinned at her, played coy, flirted, cooed at, and pretty much made a complete fool of himself over her.
Wyatt has yet to meet this pot holder lady friend of Carter's. We ought to drag her out and hang her on the cabinet one day to see if the old lady can charm this young lad.
She's got stiff competition though. Wyatt's already in love....with his brother. He's silly about him. The world revolves around Carter and it's Carter who can make Wyatt howl with laughter no matter his mood. I do admit, I do abuse this new power of Carter's a bit. Sometimes I try to eke out an extra 3 minutes of mommy time by saying, "Carter, go jump up and down for your brother." He usually obliges, Wyatt howls with laughter, and I guiltily enjoy my extended break.
Carter is starting to like Wyatt a bit more too....they like to lie on the bed together and grin like fools at each other. I love it. I love them. Can't imagine my world without them.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
A Typical Teasdale Day
This was a rough day. It started for me at about 2:20 a.m. when Wyatt became restless. We finally got out of bed around 3:50 a.m. and I stumbled towards the coffee maker. By 11:30 a.m., I was done...beat down physically and emotionally.
A summary of the morning's activities:
Wyatt needed to be held non-stop...and was held non-stop til he went to bed at 8:00 p.m. That was 16 hours and 20 minutes of holding Wyatt.
Carter went out on the back porch to play, promptly took his clothes off and peed in the dog dish....which he then put on his head to wear as a hat.
Rob took the kitchen compost bin through the house to be deposited outside...and dumped its contents in the entryway. The smell was so bad that we had to run the whole house fan for an hour. Agatha was undeterred by the smell however, and ate some of the rotting compost....which she then threw up later in the hallway.
The day didn't get a whole lot better after that...it's hard to rally after such a morning. Rob and I just sort of sat around dejectedly while Carter ran circles around us and Wyatt was held.
I'm going to bed.
A summary of the morning's activities:
Wyatt needed to be held non-stop...and was held non-stop til he went to bed at 8:00 p.m. That was 16 hours and 20 minutes of holding Wyatt.
Carter went out on the back porch to play, promptly took his clothes off and peed in the dog dish....which he then put on his head to wear as a hat.
Rob took the kitchen compost bin through the house to be deposited outside...and dumped its contents in the entryway. The smell was so bad that we had to run the whole house fan for an hour. Agatha was undeterred by the smell however, and ate some of the rotting compost....which she then threw up later in the hallway.
The day didn't get a whole lot better after that...it's hard to rally after such a morning. Rob and I just sort of sat around dejectedly while Carter ran circles around us and Wyatt was held.
I'm going to bed.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
The Oh So Important Body Part
The penis. With two and a half years old and and six months old boys our world pretty much revolves around it. We talk about it, we touch it, we tug on it, we pee with it, we look at it, and we compare it.
Wyatt has recently found his and I'm grateful for that. It means he will lie on the bed quietly for a few minutes. He holds it, he pulls it, tugs it, twists it, and tries to get it in his mouth. Alas, it won't reach. It's like a little beacon...off goes the diaper and no matter what Wyatt is looking at or doing, one hand immediately shoots down to his penis. It's quite a sight to see.
Carter is at a whole new level with his penis. Now that we are potty learning, we see it a lot more. And familiarization hasn't worn our admiration down any. Carter has started to compare his penis to that of others. Granted, he doesn't see many. In fact, he's only seen three. His papa's, his brother's, and the horse's penis.
After studying Wyatt's closely: Wyatt has a teeeeny tiiiinnny penis. Carter has a BIIIIGGGG penis.
After studying papa's somewhat surreptitiously: Papa has a BIG penis. Carter has a little penis.
After studying the horse's penis: Wanna touch it? (Okay.) It's black? (Yup, his skin is black, so his penis is black.) It's a little bit pink? (That's where he goes pee.) Wanna touch it again? (Okay.) Concerto has a REALLY BIGGGGGG penis. Carter has a teeeeny tiiiinnnny penis. (He will no doubt find himself in therapy over this in a few years!)
Friday, February 19, 2010
Carterisms - Compilation 1
No explanations needed:
Mama: Carter should we buy mickey mouse ears at Disneyland?
Carter: Have to take Carter's ears off first?
Mama: No, you can keep your ears.
Carter: Okay, yeah.
Carter, do you want to go to the tidepools? NO! Do you want to go to the beach? NO! Do you want to see the carousel? NO! What do you want to do then? GO POO POO!
Carter unpacking his books at the hotel: ...."and llama llama came on vacation, and puppy came on vacation, and panda bear panda bear came on vacation, and caterpillar came on vacation too!"
Carter " Wanna nurse on papa." Me "OK, can you?" Carter "No. Very little tiny boobs. Broken (shakes head sadly). Wanna fix 'em. Get Carter some glue" Me (Thinking oh how I wish we could!)
"Boys. A lot of boys. Running around and crashing." - Summary of today's Super Bowl by Carter, 28 months.
Carter just marched into the kitchen with his "It's Potty Time" book and said, "wanna read the propaganda book." Oops, must watch what I say!
Carter: Carter go to Katie's baby shower with mama?
Me: No, honey, boys aren't allowed.
Carter: Carter be quiet. Carter not loud. Katie have a quiet party.
Carter gave me a big hug and shouted "I love mama's boobs, thank you, don't touch 'em!". Is this really the conversation he and I have on a daily basis...
And at the end of Christmas, Carter had a poo poo and could be heard shouting, "Papa it won't flush...get the plunger!" A magical end to a magical day!
Carter went to see Santa at mommy's work. When 3 nice ladies asked him if Wyatt was his baby brother he replied, "He eats the boob." Humph.
Santa: "What do you want for Christmas?" Carter: "To go outside." Guess we will have to let him out of his cage now that our secret is out!
I got out of the shower, Carter patted my bottom and said "mama's body parts, yay!" I love this kid!
I apparently have difficulty decorating gingerbread men...I put the last "button" on the little guy and Carter pointed and said "penis!". Well, I guess that's why they are called gingerbread MEN!
Carter, what do you want for breakfast? "Tofu and grapes." Breakfast is served.
Carter went excitedly into his own bed last night. I tried to prep him...Carter, if you wake up and need mama or papa, what do you do? "Carter be sad" (and then he signed 'cry' ). Broke our hearts!
2 year old's question of the day: Little scarecrow girl toot out her bottom? (I was a bit stumped on that one.)
Mama: Carter should we buy mickey mouse ears at Disneyland?
Carter: Have to take Carter's ears off first?
Mama: No, you can keep your ears.
Carter: Okay, yeah.
Carter, do you want to go to the tidepools? NO! Do you want to go to the beach? NO! Do you want to see the carousel? NO! What do you want to do then? GO POO POO!
Carter unpacking his books at the hotel: ...."and llama llama came on vacation, and puppy came on vacation, and panda bear panda bear came on vacation, and caterpillar came on vacation too!"
Carter " Wanna nurse on papa." Me "OK, can you?" Carter "No. Very little tiny boobs. Broken (shakes head sadly). Wanna fix 'em. Get Carter some glue" Me (Thinking oh how I wish we could!)
"Boys. A lot of boys. Running around and crashing." - Summary of today's Super Bowl by Carter, 28 months.
Carter just marched into the kitchen with his "It's Potty Time" book and said, "wanna read the propaganda book." Oops, must watch what I say!
Carter: Carter go to Katie's baby shower with mama?
Me: No, honey, boys aren't allowed.
Carter: Carter be quiet. Carter not loud. Katie have a quiet party.
Carter gave me a big hug and shouted "I love mama's boobs, thank you, don't touch 'em!". Is this really the conversation he and I have on a daily basis...
And at the end of Christmas, Carter had a poo poo and could be heard shouting, "Papa it won't flush...get the plunger!" A magical end to a magical day!
Carter went to see Santa at mommy's work. When 3 nice ladies asked him if Wyatt was his baby brother he replied, "He eats the boob." Humph.
Santa: "What do you want for Christmas?" Carter: "To go outside." Guess we will have to let him out of his cage now that our secret is out!
I got out of the shower, Carter patted my bottom and said "mama's body parts, yay!" I love this kid!
I apparently have difficulty decorating gingerbread men...I put the last "button" on the little guy and Carter pointed and said "penis!". Well, I guess that's why they are called gingerbread MEN!
Carter, what do you want for breakfast? "Tofu and grapes." Breakfast is served.
Carter went excitedly into his own bed last night. I tried to prep him...Carter, if you wake up and need mama or papa, what do you do? "Carter be sad" (and then he signed 'cry' ). Broke our hearts!
2 year old's question of the day: Little scarecrow girl toot out her bottom? (I was a bit stumped on that one.)
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Toddler Speak
I never cease to be amazed at the linguistic capability of a 2 year old. Carter has been a never ending font of funny Carterisms as of late. A few of our more recent conversations:
(Me, wrapping a baby shower gift for Aunt Katie's baby...)
Carter: A pwesent?
Me: Yep, a present for Katie's baby. Aunt Katie and Uncle Rob are going to have a baby.
Carter: Boo Boo have a baby?
Me: No, Boo Boo isn't having a baby.
Carter: Boo Boo only sits in a chair.
(The day after above conversation, Carter examining present.)
Carter: A present for Katie's baby.
Me: Yep, a present for Sydney Lynn.
Carter: Katie be a mama.
(Me, announcing that I had a birthday card for Boo Boo.)
Carter: Make a present for Boo Boo. Boo Boo open up present, Boo Boo be happy.
(Advising Carter that mama and grandma were going to a baby shower.)
Carter: Carter come too?
Me: No, honey, boys aren't allowed.
Carter: Carter be quiet. Katie have a quiet party. Carter not loud.
He amazes me. My current favorite Carter-ism is when he really wants something and wants a lot of it, like a whole bunch of chocolate chips: Carter want too much!
(Me, announcing that I had a
(Me, wrapping a baby shower gift for Aunt Katie's baby...)
Carter: A pwesent?
Me: Yep, a present for Katie's baby. Aunt Katie and Uncle Rob are going to have a baby.
Carter: Boo Boo have a baby?
Me: No, Boo Boo isn't having a baby.
Carter: Boo Boo only sits in a chair.
(The day after above conversation, Carter examining present.)
Carter: A present for Katie's baby.
Me: Yep, a present for Sydney Lynn.
Carter: Katie be a mama.
(Me, announcing that I had a birthday card for Boo Boo.)
Carter: Make a present for Boo Boo. Boo Boo open up present, Boo Boo be happy.
(Advising Carter that mama and grandma were going to a baby shower.)
Carter: Carter come too?
Me: No, honey, boys aren't allowed.
Carter: Carter be quiet. Katie have a quiet party. Carter not loud.
He amazes me. My current favorite Carter-ism is when he really wants something and wants a lot of it, like a whole bunch of chocolate chips: Carter want too much!
(Me, announcing that I had a
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Two Very Different Nursing Styles
How can two brothers be so different? Carter never slept. He might have slept 4 or 5 hours MAX on several occasions for the first, oh, two years of his life. Wyatt, on the other hand, slept 4 or 5 hours a night by week two of his life. He now sleeps a good 6 to 7 hours a night. Carter, fortunately, decided to sleep in his own "tiny tiny bed" for most of the night right about the same time Wyatt moved into our home. He's still in our room and in our bed a lot of the nights.
And nursing. I joke that Wyatt will have weaned himself and Carter will still be nursing. Carter was, and still is, a comfort nurser. Wyatt is all business. He only wants to see a boob when hungry. If he's not hungry, there better not be a boob nearby. I learned that early on when, if offered a boob and not hungry, he would wail like someone was really trying to do him wrong.
Carter? He will take a boob any time, anywhere! He asks every few minutes to nurse...guess he figures, what can it hurt? He asks when I get out of the shower. Why not? They are right there. Stubs his toe, scratches his knee, bumps his head? "Wanna nurse on mama." Can't listen to another music video? "Wanna nurse on mama." Can't play outside because it's raining? "Wanna nurse on mama."
He's evolved too, in his asking to nurse. He used to just sort of smack my chest. Then he signed "nurse" (and sometimes still smacked my chest). Then he moved to "wanna eat the boob". And while we thought that rather funny, we moved him on to "wanna nurse on mama". He also recites mama's rules for nursing a toddler. "Carter wanna nurse. Don't bite! Nurse properly, just five minutes! No hands pinching, hold mama's belly!". Poor guy, he must think he's attending some sort of paramilitary nursing camp.
We took the boys to work to see Santa. A nice lady asked Carter if he liked his brother. Carter said, "he eats the boob." I'm kinda surprised he didn't repeat his other favorite saying, "Mama nurse the both of you. Carter on this side and Wyatt on this side".
Ahh, I did it! I raised a boob man. At least one.
And nursing. I joke that Wyatt will have weaned himself and Carter will still be nursing. Carter was, and still is, a comfort nurser. Wyatt is all business. He only wants to see a boob when hungry. If he's not hungry, there better not be a boob nearby. I learned that early on when, if offered a boob and not hungry, he would wail like someone was really trying to do him wrong.
Carter? He will take a boob any time, anywhere! He asks every few minutes to nurse...guess he figures, what can it hurt? He asks when I get out of the shower. Why not? They are right there. Stubs his toe, scratches his knee, bumps his head? "Wanna nurse on mama." Can't listen to another music video? "Wanna nurse on mama." Can't play outside because it's raining? "Wanna nurse on mama."
He's evolved too, in his asking to nurse. He used to just sort of smack my chest. Then he signed "nurse" (and sometimes still smacked my chest). Then he moved to "wanna eat the boob". And while we thought that rather funny, we moved him on to "wanna nurse on mama". He also recites mama's rules for nursing a toddler. "Carter wanna nurse. Don't bite! Nurse properly, just five minutes! No hands pinching, hold mama's belly!". Poor guy, he must think he's attending some sort of paramilitary nursing camp.
We took the boys to work to see Santa. A nice lady asked Carter if he liked his brother. Carter said, "he eats the boob." I'm kinda surprised he didn't repeat his other favorite saying, "Mama nurse the both of you. Carter on this side and Wyatt on this side".
Ahh, I did it! I raised a boob man. At least one.
Is Your Butt Sticking Out?
Carter likes to tell us what to say. He is actually mimicking what he's heard and anticipating what we might say and then expects us to actually say it.
For example, Carter climbs in a swing. Carter: Are you swinging? Mama: Oh, Carter, are you swinging? Carter: Yeah.
Or, running into the hallway with scissors. Carter: What do you have? Mama: Ahhhh! Carter, what do you have? Carter (waving scissors wildly around): Scissors!
Today's question of the day while playing in the sandbox. Carter: Is your butt sticking out? Mama(laughing hysterically while catching a peek at Carter's bottom sticking above his jeans: Is your butt sticking out? Carter: Yeahhhh!
For example, Carter climbs in a swing. Carter: Are you swinging? Mama: Oh, Carter, are you swinging? Carter: Yeah.
Or, running into the hallway with scissors. Carter: What do you have? Mama: Ahhhh! Carter, what do you have? Carter (waving scissors wildly around): Scissors!
Today's question of the day while playing in the sandbox. Carter: Is your butt sticking out? Mama(laughing hysterically while catching a peek at Carter's bottom sticking above his jeans: Is your butt sticking out? Carter: Yeahhhh!
Wyatt's Wiles
Ohh, the smiles and laughs of a baby. Wyatt started smiling consistently about a month ago. He has the cutest smile. A dimple on his left cheek and a big grin. Might be a keeper.
He started laughing about a week ago too....mostly at mama singing silly songs, but he laughs when his papa laughs at him. And today, our first unsolicited laugh....at the orange tree. Maybe it was telling him that old joke...you know, knock knock, who's there? Banana...
He's looking pretty blonde these days with dark blue eyes. He still has that swatch of what his father calls "old man hair" at the back of his head. But he's got a dimple in his cheek and one in his chin. He's going to be quite the charmer.
And he sleeps for about 7 hours at a stretch. That trumps cute every time.
He started laughing about a week ago too....mostly at mama singing silly songs, but he laughs when his papa laughs at him. And today, our first unsolicited laugh....at the orange tree. Maybe it was telling him that old joke...you know, knock knock, who's there? Banana...
He's looking pretty blonde these days with dark blue eyes. He still has that swatch of what his father calls "old man hair" at the back of his head. But he's got a dimple in his cheek and one in his chin. He's going to be quite the charmer.
And he sleeps for about 7 hours at a stretch. That trumps cute every time.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Carter and His Ear Protections
Carter has a love affair with "ear protections". He had a fuzzy white set of ear muffs that his grandma picked up at the thrift store. They were worn in the mornings on our walks and in the car to protect our ears from Wyatt's crying. Once, Carter hit Wyatt, Wyatt cried, and Carter requested his "ear protections". Sorry, buddy, it doesn't work that way. Mama broke them one day putting them in the stroller. I felt bad...I felt even worse when I heard someone muttering "mama broke your ear protections".
His other set of ear protections belong to papa. Carter wears them now when the two of them use the leaf blower outside. It's quite the sight.
His other set of ear protections belong to papa. Carter wears them now when the two of them use the leaf blower outside. It's quite the sight.
A Post for Wyatt
So, my poor second child....he is going to have to share everything. Clothes, toys, even this blog. So here is a post just for him.
I can't believe it has been 11 weeks already that he's joined our family. He has turned into quite the charmer. He smiles and laughs and the dimple on his left cheek deepens. Never thought I could love someone as much as his big brother, but he's oddly enough proven to me that I can.
I am curious to see how his personality evolves. He's already very different than Carter. A business nurser.....hungry, eat...not hungry, don't eat. Tired, sleep. He slept seven hours last night. He has been sleeping five hours plus for the last 4 weeks. How lucky are we? Both of my boys sleep for most of the night now. One started at 26 months and the other at 8 weeks. Go figure.
I have to go to work tomorrow for a few hours, so Wyatt is stuck with his papa. Papa isn't our favorite right now. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that papa can successfully get a bottle into Wyatt if need be.....if not, well, we will nurse in the parking lot at work.
I am sure Wyatt thinks he's joined the funny farm....between getting whacked on the head by big brother (we have been hit-free for 1 week now) and having to try and sleep through the noise that always accompanies a 2-year old...I'm surprised he has yet to jump ship.
I'm writing this post in bed with Carter on my right and Wyatt on my left. Looks like papa has to squeeze into that little space between Carter and the bed rail. We've slept 4 to a bed on a number of nights since Wyatt has joined us. It feels good. It feels safe.
I can't believe it has been 11 weeks already that he's joined our family. He has turned into quite the charmer. He smiles and laughs and the dimple on his left cheek deepens. Never thought I could love someone as much as his big brother, but he's oddly enough proven to me that I can.
I am curious to see how his personality evolves. He's already very different than Carter. A business nurser.....hungry, eat...not hungry, don't eat. Tired, sleep. He slept seven hours last night. He has been sleeping five hours plus for the last 4 weeks. How lucky are we? Both of my boys sleep for most of the night now. One started at 26 months and the other at 8 weeks. Go figure.
I have to go to work tomorrow for a few hours, so Wyatt is stuck with his papa. Papa isn't our favorite right now. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that papa can successfully get a bottle into Wyatt if need be.....if not, well, we will nurse in the parking lot at work.
I am sure Wyatt thinks he's joined the funny farm....between getting whacked on the head by big brother (we have been hit-free for 1 week now) and having to try and sleep through the noise that always accompanies a 2-year old...I'm surprised he has yet to jump ship.
I'm writing this post in bed with Carter on my right and Wyatt on my left. Looks like papa has to squeeze into that little space between Carter and the bed rail. We've slept 4 to a bed on a number of nights since Wyatt has joined us. It feels good. It feels safe.
Nursing the both of you
I've been tandem nursing both of my boys for 11 weeks now. I will admit it, it hasn't been easy. Nursing a newborn and a two year old is tough. Tough on me and tough on Carter. He has to wait sometimes until Wyatt is finished. Sometimes he has to stop mid-nursing because mama has to deal with his baby brother. He hangs in pretty well unless he's really tired and then I feel like I'm nursing two newborns.
Carter's nursing now has a time limit. His marathon nursing sessions are usually centered around sleeping, but he sneaks a little nosh in here and there. A few weeks ago, I was asking him to wait because I was feeding Wyatt and "Wyatt is little". Carter looked at me and said, "Carter's little too". He's right, I sometimes forget that he's only two. He's so verbal and growing so fast, but he's still my little boy.
He's got a few tricks up his sleeve however. When Wyatt needs to nurse I will hear Carter say, "I will nurse the both of you, okay!". So cute, how can I resist? Or sometimes he will say "nurse on mama, just five minutes?". And tonight, my favorite: "Nurse on mama?" Oh Carter, I said, in a few minutes. He replied, "just wanna give it a try." Needless to say, he got to nurse.
He's still quite enamored of nursing and always asks to nurse in new places. The other day he asked to nurse at an office. There was a mural of animals and he said, "mama nurse here in the office with the animals looking at you". That would be nice, wouldn't it?
A few days ago he thought that nursing on the kitchen stool would be nice....we did, for just a few minutes, and mid-nursing he looked up and said conspiratorially, "nursing on the kitchen stool!".
My husband's cousin phrased it best when she said she felt bad that she hadn't had the privilege to tandem nurse her kids. That is exactly what this is...a privilege.
Carter's nursing now has a time limit. His marathon nursing sessions are usually centered around sleeping, but he sneaks a little nosh in here and there. A few weeks ago, I was asking him to wait because I was feeding Wyatt and "Wyatt is little". Carter looked at me and said, "Carter's little too". He's right, I sometimes forget that he's only two. He's so verbal and growing so fast, but he's still my little boy.
He's got a few tricks up his sleeve however. When Wyatt needs to nurse I will hear Carter say, "I will nurse the both of you, okay!". So cute, how can I resist? Or sometimes he will say "nurse on mama, just five minutes?". And tonight, my favorite: "Nurse on mama?" Oh Carter, I said, in a few minutes. He replied, "just wanna give it a try." Needless to say, he got to nurse.
He's still quite enamored of nursing and always asks to nurse in new places. The other day he asked to nurse at an office. There was a mural of animals and he said, "mama nurse here in the office with the animals looking at you". That would be nice, wouldn't it?
A few days ago he thought that nursing on the kitchen stool would be nice....we did, for just a few minutes, and mid-nursing he looked up and said conspiratorially, "nursing on the kitchen stool!".
My husband's cousin phrased it best when she said she felt bad that she hadn't had the privilege to tandem nurse her kids. That is exactly what this is...a privilege.
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