Oh yes, blogging - updates. Silly me.
Today I was creeping up on Kenan with my hands out in claw fashion muttering, "I'm going to get you!" He would squeal with delight and run away. After I caught and tickle him he would sign "more" and say "again". He was not done even after I was. It amazes me how much I feel we have actual conversations already.
Isaiah was running his usual laps through the house and had an oops today. Solid face plant on the wall. If he hadn't been hurt so badly, it would have been funny. I was worried for a while, but he settled down after about five minutes. He wouldn't let me touch his face, but he chewed without flinching afterward. In my "pretend to be a doctor" mode, I decided that peaceful chewing meant no fracture. He is going to have a good bruise on his cheek bone, but otherwise, I think he will be okay.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Commenting Fixed
You should now be able to comment without signing up for anything. I did not realize the default was otherwise. Choose the name/URL option. No need to put anything in the URL box.
We have been surviving with Fabian off at training. I tried signing up for a gym. The child care was not as it was described so now I have to call up tomorrow to get my money back. I am not happy. They boys were miserable which is somewhat to be expected, but the way it was handled was not optimal. Nothing was done wrong, but nothing was done right. Essentially nothing was done. Arriving back after all of 15 minutes to see them holding each other and crying just broke my heart. I had left them happy and engaged with lots of stuff from home just in case. The one woman working (I was told there would always be three) didn't offer them comfort, something to drink (both had cups there), a toy from home. Nothing. She just supervised. They were so excited about having a new place to play at first. We will try with another gym.
Funny story time:
We were talking on Skype with Fabian. I had to make a quick run to the bathroom thinking the boys would be okay talking to daddy. Suddenly Isaiah runs in screaming, "Kenan is climbing on the chair, and I don't know what to do! Come quick, it's an emergency!" Yes that was a direct quote. And I once worried about his speech.
We have been surviving with Fabian off at training. I tried signing up for a gym. The child care was not as it was described so now I have to call up tomorrow to get my money back. I am not happy. They boys were miserable which is somewhat to be expected, but the way it was handled was not optimal. Nothing was done wrong, but nothing was done right. Essentially nothing was done. Arriving back after all of 15 minutes to see them holding each other and crying just broke my heart. I had left them happy and engaged with lots of stuff from home just in case. The one woman working (I was told there would always be three) didn't offer them comfort, something to drink (both had cups there), a toy from home. Nothing. She just supervised. They were so excited about having a new place to play at first. We will try with another gym.
Funny story time:
We were talking on Skype with Fabian. I had to make a quick run to the bathroom thinking the boys would be okay talking to daddy. Suddenly Isaiah runs in screaming, "Kenan is climbing on the chair, and I don't know what to do! Come quick, it's an emergency!" Yes that was a direct quote. And I once worried about his speech.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Kids are such creative thinkers
Isaiah bent a plastic gift card into a 90 degree angle and declared that he made a beach chair. I love the way his mind works.
Short thoughts today and a picture test:
Woohoo - Isaiah and Kenan in a fort that Fabian built for them.
Short thoughts today and a picture test:
Woohoo - Isaiah and Kenan in a fort that Fabian built for them.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Attack of the Climbing Kenando
Kenan is shorter than Isaiah at the same age, but he is about the same weight. Isaiah was not climbing like this at this age. I am so unprepared.
Today Kenan climbed up onto the tricycle to look more closely at the glass art on the wall. He climbed up into a plastic chair to enjoy the view and later to try an get on top of the play easel. He climbed up another chair in an attempt to get into the junk bin, er, play pen. I am not sure why he didn't dive in. He is capable. He is willing. There have many times that I have seen nothing but the soles of his feet up in the air as he plunges head first into something. Thankfully he rarely hurts himself.
It seems that Kenan will be the braun while Isaiah is the brains of this dynamic duo. I'm scared.
Today Kenan climbed up onto the tricycle to look more closely at the glass art on the wall. He climbed up into a plastic chair to enjoy the view and later to try an get on top of the play easel. He climbed up another chair in an attempt to get into the junk bin, er, play pen. I am not sure why he didn't dive in. He is capable. He is willing. There have many times that I have seen nothing but the soles of his feet up in the air as he plunges head first into something. Thankfully he rarely hurts himself.
It seems that Kenan will be the braun while Isaiah is the brains of this dynamic duo. I'm scared.
Finally I am doing this
Today is my thirds mother's day as a mother, and I am finally getting around to creating a little blog to share stories or embarrass my kids depending on your point of view. I suppose they really can't be embarrassed yet. Ah the glory of youth.
I fear all of the things that I have already forgotten. Please enjoy when suddenly an old memory urps up to the surface. I will probably just insert it right as I am typing. It will be quite like talking to me. I do apologize for that. I know I jump from topic to topic. Sometimes my mouth just can't keep up with my brain. Ok, sometimes one part of my brain can't keep up with the other part. You think it is odd talking to me, try being me!
Yesterday's highlight: Isaiah was sitting on the toilet to poop. He is without diapers during the day and knows his body's signals well. What he doesn't know is how to pee into the toilet while sitting down. We've shown him how to do it but he is so much like his mother, ie absent minded to a fault. Since he is so tall, Grandmama taught him to pee standing up so he has not had much practice sitting down compared to standing up. Well, I hear the tell-tall splash of fluid on tile. I go into the bathroom and Isaiah declares, "Sometimes my penis just does pee in a rainbow." Those tricky penises!
I fear all of the things that I have already forgotten. Please enjoy when suddenly an old memory urps up to the surface. I will probably just insert it right as I am typing. It will be quite like talking to me. I do apologize for that. I know I jump from topic to topic. Sometimes my mouth just can't keep up with my brain. Ok, sometimes one part of my brain can't keep up with the other part. You think it is odd talking to me, try being me!
Yesterday's highlight: Isaiah was sitting on the toilet to poop. He is without diapers during the day and knows his body's signals well. What he doesn't know is how to pee into the toilet while sitting down. We've shown him how to do it but he is so much like his mother, ie absent minded to a fault. Since he is so tall, Grandmama taught him to pee standing up so he has not had much practice sitting down compared to standing up. Well, I hear the tell-tall splash of fluid on tile. I go into the bathroom and Isaiah declares, "Sometimes my penis just does pee in a rainbow." Those tricky penises!
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