Look what I found today.
Exactly. What is it? So I looked closer…and saw tiny clawed feet.
/shudder
A lizard. Completely stuck, tail and all, inside the siding molding of the garage door. I am pretty sure it will stay there until Tom gets home.
I’ve read the book and watched videos…but I still get really nervous because he’s ALWAYS done them. I’ve NEVER done them. But it actually took longer to get the old one out and clean out the seat than it took to get the new seat in.
The mess under Katie’s seat:
It seems sturdy enough and I’m sure it’s safe but I’m still anxious.
Owen: MOM?! Can Katie come outside, too?
I don’t know why he wants her out there so badly…he usually plays with her for two minutes (if that) then is off on his own. 🙂
Yep, one shoe off after about 45 seconds…that’s about right.
This is honestly what 98% of my attempts look like. 🙂 Now aren’t you even more impressed when I get really good shots?!
She got out, he left, and she got right back in!
Watching Owen. (And I just now realized I took all these pics as Square—a new setting on the iPhone. Oops.)
Yes I get a little nervous when she’s that close to the edge. 🙂
Me: Owen, come here, I need to talk to you about something.
Owen: What?
Me: Mama isn’t happy with something you did downstairs last night.
Owen: What?
Me: You know what you did.
Owen: Looking sheepish. I sprayed hair gel all over the bathroom.
Me: Yes, and it made a sticky mess.
Owen: I’m sorry.
Me: Well it was kind of funny because I went to the bathroom and the seat stuck to my butt.
Owen: Giggle.
Me: But you made a mess and you have to clean it up.
Owen: Why?
Me: You know.
Owen: Because we clean up our messes.
He knows. 🙂
So I gave him a Clorox wipe and he did a cursory wipe over the sink, toilet, and floor. I would have made him do more (or better) but it was a school morning and we didn’t have that much time.
URGE TO KILL.
I just went to the bathroom downstairs and thought “What the hell is running down the wall that’s sticky?” Then I got off the toilet and wondered why the seat was sticky. Then I noticed the mirror was covered in something…as well as the floor.
DAMMIT.
Owen got a hold of the spray gel that was in there (from when I did his hair a few days ago). So THAT’S what he was in there doing when he didn’t come out right away after going potty and “washing his hands.” GRRRRRRRRRR.
I will just say he was VERY lucky I didn’t discover it when he was still awake and I will have a night to sleep on it…because I was already on the edge from his snotty refusal to pick up like I asked.
Needless to say I cleaned the bathroom tonight but he WILL be cleaning it tomorrow because we clean our messes.
Breathe.
Not much has changed…we have some good days and bad days, I still need to do the mini clean-outs every other weekend, and the doc said this is normal for three months post-hospitalization…and 6-9 months is the normal time frame before we HOPEFULLY start seeing more of the good days. It’s a marathon, not a sprint. (I hate marathons and sprints, but I’d rather do sprints.)
So anyway, we at least got updated stats:
Weight: 64.2#
Height: 47.12″
EEK! No wonder his 4-5T pull-ups have been looking a little tight…AND why he’s in size 8s.
Helping—she handed him his shoes then tried to put them on with him.
Playing together while waiting for the nurse.
More waiting. It’s frustrating because the actual time with the doctor is about five minutes (which is fine and all we really need) but since it’s just him and one nurse, it takes 20 minutes for her to come back and schedule your next appointment since she’s in with other patients. We always get in on-time (if not early) so overall it’s not bad (and it’s still way better than having to drive three hours round trip to Wilmington) but it’s just slightly frustrating.
Anyway, they both did pretty good waiting and Katie loved looking behind the blinds.
Then some family fun…
I noticed that Katie was sticking her tongue out (no idea why) so we all did! This might just be my favorite picture of the month. 🙂
He sang a funny on-the-spot made up poop song for me so I asked him to sing it again so I could record it. Of course it wasn’t anything close to what he originally sang, but it was still cute. PLUS! I got the bonus of a pee song. (It’s obviously school-related since he talks about teachers and going back to your “center” which is the different learning areas of the classroom like Library, Housekeeping, Art, and Science.)
I’ll try again another night and see what I get!
Gramma Jean brought back lobster t-shirts from Maine for the kids! It was warm enough this morning that they could wear them! Katie wasn’t being terribly cooperative so she’s looking away in all the pics where Owen was looking at me…and vice versa…or the pic turned out blurry. Oh well. I can’t always get a perfect shot!
Katie knows when we leave a gate or door open downstairs. She used to bolt out the second we left one accidentally unattended, but now? She stands there and just makes noise. Sometimes she points. Sometimes she actually walks over closer to whatever gate is open and babbles at you like HELLO?! THIS SHOULD BE CLOSED! So we close it and she stops babbling and goes about her business.
Tonight she started squawking and was standing at the gate, pointing. I wasn’t sure what she wanted so opened the gate—curious as to what she was going to do. She went right to the fridge and tried to open it. So she stood there (mostly) patiently while I poured her some milk—and when I handed it to her, she went right back through the gate to the living room.
I tried to have a talk with Owen about getting rid of some of his toys to donate to kids who don’t have as much as he does—especially since Santa will surely be bringing him some new toys for Christmas.
He seemed to really think about it and agree that would be a good idea.
Me: So what toys do you want to give away?
Owen: My costumes…my blocks…my guns…my swords…my trains.
Me: All of those things? You know you won’t get them back, right?
Owen: Yep.
That’s pretty much a list of ALL his favorite toys. I’m thinking he didn’t quite understand and was more concerned with the tower he was building at that moment. 🙂
So of the items he listed, I picked the toys he played with the least. I asked what specific trains he will donate and asked him to separate them into piles. I figured this would be interesting since he RARELY plays with them.
He picks out the Ikea trains to give away and his Owen train letters to keep. Okay, not bad. Then I dig for the Thomas trains he hasn’t even seen in at least six months and ask about those. Nope. HE LOVES THEM ALL AND THEY’RE ALL SPECIAL TO HIM! Of course they are. 😐
So it looks like I’ll be doing the toy purge by myself.
We were Skyping with Daddy and he mentioned that Sparty won.
Owen: Yes! They did! The green guys got lots of points and the red guys just got some.
The kids wanted to go outside… (Just as an FYI, all pics were taken with my iPhone. I was really impressed today.)
Owen was laying down (pretending to be killed by a zombie thanks to the Mythbusters zombie episode we watched this morning!) so Katie had to do do the same thing.
Then I was only half watching because they were both all over the yard when I looked up to see someone was trying to climb up the playset ladder…
So I lifted her up into the playset so I didn’t have to deal with her falling off. And she LOVED IT! It was her first time walking around up there!
Owen tried to get her to go through the tunnel—she was intrigued but didn’t go through.
A sliding montage…including her first lone trip down the slide!
Someone got stuck!
She finally went through!
And then back to the other side!
And then Katie stepped in dog poop (I just cleaned the yard yesterday so obviously Maggie pooped right by the playset this morning) so Owen ran to get the pooper scooper and HE wanted to do it. He needs practice, but I think it will be a good job for him! 🙂