She likes to completely stuff her mouth and scare the bejesus out of me…so sometimes I have to physically take a piece of food off her tray or out of her hand. This was the result today (and this is actually her on the downswing of the tantrum).
In Owen’s Jams
And on Owen at age 1 (Katie is 18m):
Pease!
I love that Katie says please (“pease”) when she wants something. However, now she needs to learn that just because she says pease she’s not necessarily getting what she wants…which mostly happens when she wants Elmo [on my phone]. She’ll even point to my phone when it’s in my pocket saying “Elmo? Pease? Pease? Pease?”
She begged to go outside
And by begging I mean as she was finishing her snack in her high chair (after we got home from school), she was saying “Outside! Pease! Outside! Pease! Pease! Pease! Pease!”
Fun with brother!
Got her!
And got this perfect lucky shot in two attempts! (Owen had to have his new Legos in the picture!)
Light saber girl!
She found both of them and managed to turn both of them on!
Katie’s 18m well-visit
Finding stuff to get into while waiting for the doctor.
She got a wipe and was blowing her nose!
Weight: 26lbs. 7oz. (was 23lbs. 15oz.)—78th percentile (was 66th)
Height: 33-1/2″ (was 32-1/2″)—still 90th percentile
Head: 19″ (was 18-3/4″)—90th percentile (was 88th)
And for the sibling comparison, at 18 months, Owen was:
Weight: 32.5# (96th percentile)
Height: 35″ (97th percentile)
I didn’t have any concerns, so I was surprised when the doctor told me that she was on the edge with her language skills—that she’s on the later side of language development. Hoo boy. So was Owen.
Interestingly, I hadn’t read Owen’s same-month appointment blog entry, so when I was reviewing it to write this post, I was amazed at what I read:
We told her we were a bit concerned about his speech (or lack thereof) and she asked us some questions and from everything we told her (him knowing some letters, numbers, etc.) she said she wasn’t REALLY worried (yet) but that she agreed it wouldn’t hurt to get him evaluated.
Wow. So at 18m we had been concerned with Owen’s lack of speech development and he already knew some letters and numbers! Katie doesn’t know any letters or numbers.
She should be copying (imitating) two-word phrases like “Mama eat,” “Owen play,” and “What’s this?” AND saying “two or three words that represent different ideas together” like “See dog,” “Mommy come home,” or “Kitty gone.” But the doctor didn’t seem very worried—she just told me to spend more time reading with her and always talk to her. I guess it could be worse…but we’re keeping our fingers crossed.
Look at my cute butt!
Owen came into his room at bedtime, pulled his undies down, and said “Look at my cute butt!” while wiggling it. I don’t know where he gets this stuff.
Someone wanted to wear her brother’s coat.
I wish I was this photogenic after a nap.
Hugs for the bear!
Figuring out Show & Tell is hard work!
On our way home from school, we were trying to plan ahead for show and tell this Friday for the letter P.
Me: How about pizza?
Owen: No, we can’t bring food.
Me: Popcorn?
Owen: We don’t have popcorn!
Me: Yes we do. Pineapple?
Owen: MOOOOM! No food!
Me: But all I can think of is food—pickles, pears, pecans, pretzels, prunes, peanut butter, pie, pumpkin! Hey! You do have pretend food that starts with P. Pickles, pears—anything else?
Owen: [Thinks a minute.] Plums!
Me: Yes!
Owen: And there’s a peanut on the tree!
Me: Yes there is! How about a panda?
Owen: We don’t have that!
Me: Playset?
Owen: No! That’s too humongous!
Me: Papa?
Owen: No he’s not here.
Dancing and cuddling her glow worm
I believe this was a gift from Aunt Sue. It’s her current favorite toy.
Today she picked it up and said “Night night!” Then came over to me and did this:
And this:
Owenisms 35
Owen came out of the bathroom with water drops all over his shirt.
Me: What happened?
Owen: I was thirsty.
Whenever Katie grunts, Owen says “Are you pooping little girl?” And of course she says Yes! because she answers yes to just about everything. And Owen finds it HILARIOUS. It is cute…until he does it seven times in a row at the dinner table.
Looking for one of his Lego minifigs:
Owen: Medusa? Are you in here? Hello?
Owen: Mom can I tell you something?
Me: Of course.
Owen: That. Was. Awesome. Do you know what was awesome?
Me: No. What was awesome?
Owen: Finding all the chocolates!
Our conversation one morning.
Me: Owen, did you poop this morning?
Owen: I DID!
Me: Did you flush? [Thinking he usually doesn’t which in this case is good because then I can see it—an unfortunate necessity.]
Owen: No! I didn’t, because you were sleeping and I didn’t want to wake you up!
Coloring!
This is how they chill/play.
Wouldn’t it be nice if they liked each other and got along?
They both love the coat rack!
Gymnastics birthday party!
Both kids had a blast today! Owen started on just the bounce house…
And Katie was having fun everywhere. She was a blur!
Owen was then busy running and jumping all over! I didn’t even try to get pictures!
She was really good—she just stopped at the top with no interest in the beam!!
The whole group!
Taking a break on mom. 🙂
How they’re watching a movie.
Sibling Love 6
Momentary heart failure
I was getting dinner ready when I looked in the living room and saw this:
Yes, she had gotten the pony up there by herself then climbed on and was rocking.
She wants to be close to him!
He was playing a video game and she had to be right there with him.
Katie is 18 months old today!
I always said I wouldn’t color my gray…
But just a little wouldn’t hurt, right?! I know I have some gray, but when I looked at this pic I snapped today, I have to admit I was a little shocked.
Facebook comments:
- Kristin—I don’t mind my gray either, but my hairdresser seems to. She owns my hair, so I get what I get. 🙂
- Jean—Love graying hair! Don’t change it.
- Tommy—If you color, go crazy. A magenta or blue streak ought to look good there.
- Brad—Hair color questions aside, this is a very good picture of you. You could do what I do and get a “tint” – I’ve got a little less natural gray than what I see in your picture, but when I went to my new style a few years ago, my wife convinced me to try the tint as well. The analogy my stylist uses is that the tint is like stain or varnish on wood; it’s translucent and lets the underlying product show through, albeit with a slightly different color, whereas an actual dye job is more like paint. I’m probably going to get hate mail from this, but since you asked: Knowing about what age you are, I’d cover it a little, whether tint or the full works. Strictly my opinion. 🙂
- Me—I’m not hiding my age: I turned 40 this year. 🙂
- Kelly—You’re pretty.
- Eddy—Just remember, you earned that gray hair!
- Kristin—Eddy, that’s how I look at it. I earned it. And Kelly, you’re completely correct.
- Katherine—I dye mine every 4-6 weeks. I will NOT go gray without a fight. At least not until I’m a grandmother.
- Tom—What happened??? I have only been gone six months!
- Me—I told you it’s been rough.
- Wendy—Time to hit the (dye) bottle.
- Elizabeth—I may have earned my gray hair but I def don’t want to see it! (at least not until I’m older) 🙂 Dye that up!
- Me—FYI Tom said he liked it but I can color it if I want.
- Wendy—Tom said that because he is a very wise man. He knows there is no other answer.
- Ruth—YOU LOOK GORGEOUS! I wouldn’t color it!
Good little waiting girl
I had an oil change this morning, and Katie was awesome. Pulled out the chairs at the kid table and drank her milk and ate her crackers.
She did play with the iPad, wander a bit, and “talk” to some of the other customers, but she was very cute (and quiet) so no one was annoyed with her. Most actually stopped to chat with her!
Alphabet homework
He did a great job tracing this morning! With zero assistance or prodding from me!
This seems somewhat appropriate after today.
Today might have been my roughest day ever with Owen.
He was a complete pain in the ass from the minute we pulled into the driveway (after coming home from the playground after school): yelling, screeching, stomping, throwing things, hitting things, hitting me and Katie, being completely defiant, being rude…
In all, he had four time outs, TV and video games taken away, early bedtime given (twice!), and eventually a few precious toys taken away which resulted in him screaming and crying. (I even had to interrupt writing the draft of this post to jump up and yell at him for smacking Katie in the face because he was pissed at her. That got him sent to his room.) And I was even ignoring a lot of his more minor events. He even had his B (which I thought would be comforting) but he was even throwing that around and saying he didn’t want it. I asked if he wanted to go up to his room to be alone and he grouched at me about that, too (before he got sent there).
It was exhausting.
When I take something away for, say, him being cranky, he seems to think that if he apologizes right away and says he won’t be cranky anymore…that he’ll get whatever I just took away (like TV). Nope, kid, that’s not how it works. You get a warning (sometimes two) and if you keep on, you get the punishment—and at that point it’s too late to recover from the punishment. And I’ve told him this REPEATEDLY and I NEVER give in so it’s not like he’s thinking I did it once so I’ll do it again. And he apparently hasn’t fully caught on that when I say NO TV, I mean NO TV. Sometimes it’s just one show he loses. But today was full on TV. But he kept asking every half hour or so—and when I kept telling him no, that would set him off again (even though I kept asking him if he remembered WHY he lost TV and he did—he would tell me because he was cranky, etc.). So then he throws a toy or throws a B or hits Katie (which are all obviously not allowed) and it just escalates. He’s actually pretty good about sitting in his time out—and we go through the whole Super Nanny thing of me telling him I love him, me asking him what he did wrong (he always knows), him apologizing—and 10 minutes later he’d be back in another time out after being warned.
Lather, rinse, repeat…for a good three hours.
I actually thought he recovered after a pizza dinner and a bath (two of his favorite things, during which he was his normal, happy self!) but then he got cranked up again while getting ready for bed (he was upset that he missed a few chore chart items—he definitely lost Show Respect today, as well as Pick Up Toys and Share) and therefore lost his snack so he was NOT happy.
WHAT. THE. HELL?!
As I was saying good night, I told him tomorrow was a new day and it would be a better day…and he said “Yes! No more throwing things, hitting mama or Katie, and being grouchy.” So we’ll see…
At the playground
My busy shutterbug
P.S. In a hand-me-down sweater from…I think friend Angie!
Iron Man and his robots
An 8 B night
Of course since I had Gramma Jean sew a bunch of Baby Bs into blankets for Katie, now she likes the singles. She asks for one at naptime and bedtime—but tonight she wanted the 4B blanket PLUS the other single Bs that were floating around. You can’t clearly see them all, but she’s laying on them all and loving it!
