http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CSK1D3bZhRs
This video has me laughing out loud. Literally. WARNING: Some NSFW language.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CSK1D3bZhRs
This video has me laughing out loud. Literally. WARNING: Some NSFW language.
This is Owen’s version of octagon. He started saying it last night (of course, after I already posted his new words for the week!) and we couldn’t believe our ears! I tried getting him to say it this morning, and of course he’s super quiet about it today—but if you listen VERY closely you can hear it.
The sound a dog makes—woof!
The sound a cat makes—meow!
Moon—not sure where he picked it up, but he knows it!
Kite—he saw it on WordWorld then recognized it in an Elmo book.
He was doing this for a few minutes even before I grabbed the camera!
First I was recording, then Tom was recording—when you see me move behind Owen and kneel down, I was (of course) trying to stay out of the video, but mostly I had a hand on Owen’s back making sure he didn’t fall off the dresser because he was MOVING!
Today’s baby wipe waste brought to you by Owen and mom who apparently left them too close to the crib.
We had such a great weekend—we didn’t do anything totally awesome, but it was a lot of little stuff that was all good…
Tom had the whole weekend off—amazing in itself.
I got to sleep in, though I didn’t really sleep in but I got to wake up/get up leisurely.
I got to go to Target. Alone. For an hour. And got some good deals.
I got in some kitchen time, making garlic butter, garlic oil, mashed potatoes, scalloped potatoes, and Tom made waffles.
We got to play with Owen in the snow and got some cute pics.
We got to eat a really good lunch with some new friends (met via Yelp!) and Owen was really well-behaved.
We had a blast watching Owen run through Party City finding every single ball display…he was just. so. happy!
I got some great cuddle time with Owen.
There was that semi-traumatic haircut in there, but he’s cuter now with short hair…even if his bangs are a little crooked.
I needed this.
After breakfast, we went out to play in the snow while Tom cleared the driveway. Owen still loved riding in the sled but didn’t want to play in the snow at all—though he didn’t mind walking through it.
After his nap, we went out for lunch and then to Petsmart to get a few more “ishies” for the tank. Owen gets SO excited to see the wall of fish at the store!
Then it was off to try another shot at a haircut. He walked around the kids area and instantly noticed the frog so we put him on it…and was enjoying the sucker that Tom was holding for him.
And then it was time for the actual haircut…and it didn’t go too badly. It wasn’t FUN, but it wasn’t a screaming nightmare like it was the last time. He didn’t want the cape and he hates getting spritzed with water, so she was cutting his hair dry, which meant it was getting all over him and in his mouth so he was constantly sputtering trying to get rid of it. The saddest thing was that he kept saying “Done…done…DONE!!” because he SO wanted to be done. Poor kid. Tom was keeping him mostly in line… Here’s a short clip of what we have to deal with:
At the very end (when we got out the buzzers) there was immediate screeching and tears and boogers…but with both of us holding him down, it was done in like 20 seconds. As soon as it was over, he was fine. Then we walked down to DQ where he got a few bites of our Blizzards.
THEN…it was home for a bath—his favorite thing. Here is the fun he has when Tom changes his diaper/gets him undressed:
And then, are you ready to see Owen at blazing fast mode? When we tell him it’s time for his bath? I can barely keep up with him to catch it on video!
A store that sells new husbands has opened in New York City, where a woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates.
YOU MAY ONLY VISIT THIS STORE ONCE!
There are six floors and the value of the products
increase as the shopper ascends the flights. The
shopper may choose any item from a particular
floor, or may choose to go up to the next floor, but
you cannot go back down except to exit the building!
So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband. On the first floor the sign on the door reads:
Floor 1
These men Have Jobs
She is intrigued, but continues to the second floor, where the sign reads:
Floor 2
These men Have Jobs and Love Kids
“That’s nice, she thinks, “But I want more.” So she continues upward. The third floor sign reads:
Floor 3
These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, and are Extremely Good Looking
“Wow,” she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going. She goes to the fourth floor and the sign reads:
Floor 4
These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Good Looking and Help With Housework
“Oh, mercy me!” she exclaims, “I can hardly stand it!” Still, she goes to the fifth floor and the sign reads:
Floor 5
These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Gorgeous, Help with Housework, and Have a Strong Romantic Streak
She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor, where the sign reads:
Floor 6
You are visitor #31,456,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please. Thank you for shopping at The Husband Store.
PLEASE NOTE:
To avoid gender bias charges, the store’s owner opened a New Wives Store just across the street.
The first floor has wives that love sex.
The second floor has wives that love sex, have their own money, and like beer.
The third, fourth, fifth, and sixth floors have never been visited.
The terrible two/terrible three/toddler years, that is? |-|
I’m not sure I’ll make it through…it’s not even 9a and I’m already done with Owen. (I’ve warned you I have NO patience.)
He had just finished breakfast (if you could call three bites of egg and two spoons of yogurt “breakfast”) and wanted to look at the fishies—from the chair. So he kept pulling my finger to try and get me OFF the chair. And of course I wouldn’t budge because he’s not allowed to stand on a chair (because he then tries to dunk his hands in the tank)…so he started whining.
I tried to sit him on my lap—which he DID. NOT. WANT. So the crying turned into screaming. I tried to direct him away from the tank, but he wanted ON. THAT. CHAIR. And it went on and on and on. Until he was crying so hard and so frantically that he barfed all over the place.
Yeah, this is one of those mornings where kid #2 is far, far, far from my thoughts. 😐
Maybe the fish tank wasn’t such a good idea…he LOVES it. So much so that he pulls the chair out from the table, turns it around, climbs up on it, and reaches into the fish tank. When you’re not looking.
It probably also didn’t help that we taught him how to feed the fish. 😮
Yes, folks, we have a true toddler on our hands.
We cleaned our bedroom and brought out the cat bed…for the cats. Except someone else liked it instead!
We had our first formal daycare-type play group this morning. Owen loved the free play but wanted nothing to do with the circle/singing time or the art project—crying, snotty, the whole nine yards. Of course he was the only one refusing, but I also think he’s the youngest (only one under 2)—most were 2½-3—and I’m pretty sure most of them had been in that class before. The teacher assured me it was okay/normal, and said after a few weeks it might get better.
He did like snack time, though, and had everyone else dunking their crackers in their apple juice. :DD
After lunch, I was counting Owen’s fingers as I cleaned them: “One, two, three, four, five”—and he finished (in his own enunciation, of course) “sih, sehv, ay, nigh, teh!”
He got in, but then couldn’t get out!
To his credit, he did TRY to get out, but the bucket kept slipping and he couldn’t hold on to the fish tank…so I did get him out.
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YAY FOR SHUTTERFLY TECH SUPPORT! They were able to restore Owen’s share site! So, without further ado, here are the December pictures! Also, be sure to check out the December iPhone pictures in the right-hand column!
I didn’t take too many pictures today so this is the best of the bunch. I had planned to take more after an afternoon haircut, but you know how that turned out… I had still planned on taking more but then there were house issues that took my attention. So this is as good as it gets!
I do not want the Terrible Twos. DO NOT WANT. I really don’t have the patience…as today proved.
He has been good so far…but today, I took him to get his hair cut (which is never really FUN, but even with the crying and snotty nose it’s usually not THAT big of a deal) and he started crying and screeching before I could even get his coat off.
The sucker didn’t help.
He didn’t want to play in the water.
He didn’t want to watch Word World (which ALWAYS works).
He didn’t want to play with the comb.
He didn’t want to sit on my lap.
And you can’t hold him down.
Needless to say we left without him getting so much as his hair combed.
Owen: 1
Mommy: 0
I laughed it off at the salon, but I really just wanted to scream at him (which I know wouldn’t do any good, it was just my first reaction). And I never did scream at him but I did tell him sternly that mommy was NOT happy. I’m sure it didn’t register but I felt a little better.
I know in the grand scheme of things a haircut is not a big deal but its just so damn frustrating. And I know it’s only the beginning.
🙁
This was Owen’s first big sucker, and a special treat for cousins Robert and Gabrielle. They all LOVED it!
Oops. I just did a bad, bad thing. I thought I was deleting the new section of photos that I put in the wrong place, and I actually deleted the ENTIRE photo section—from Day 1. :##
So the pics will be back (they’re all still uploaded to Shutterfly), but not for a bit because I have to re-share every month. And I won’t be tagging them this time.
I am just sick.