Just some new pictures

The red ladybug thing is Holley's swimsuit this year and the others are just cute shots!

Dat! Dat! Dat!

I can see that the picture is not cooperating. I'm not trying to fix it anymore today. Caption it the "I can SEEEEEEE you" picture and just go on to read the post. =P



Holley is my little chatterbox.

Don't get me wrong, Joshua never shuts up now that he can talk. However, he was
a late talker. And even though he is not quiet anymore, he is mostly about
the repetition. "Mommy. Mommy. Mommy. See? Mommy. See?" etc is our day.
Although when the sentences do pop out, they make me laugh my head off!

Holley has a nice vocabulary. She won't always use the words, and she has
reverted half the time from "Bow" for "bottle" to "ba-ba" which I can't stand
and do NOT encourage. So now she replaces "bottle" with "milk", which is at
least better than the forbidden ba-ba reference. She picks up little words and
it is so funny when they come out.

Today, she got hold of the phone and kept waving it in the air and saying
"BUT-TON!" over and over. Finally I figured out that she does not think it is
called a button, she is talking about the actual buttons! She says the "T" as it
is appropriately pronounced, which Joshua doesn't even do, so that's funny.

She has a name for Joshua(das!) and daddy is usually just "Hey, Dad!" which also
cracks me up. I am mama or upupupupupup. lol. However she won't "up" anyone
else, just reaches and whines, so I'm not counting it as a word just yet.
She says "dod" for dog. She says "dat" for that. She will sit and point at a toy,
and shout "Dat! Dat! Dat!" and then roll over laughing. Apparently, identifying
things is just hilarious. There are a few others that pop up here and there, but
these are the most frequent. She made me laugh with a distinct "all done" last week
at the dinner table, but hasn't repeated it since. My favorite word she has?
Today while Joshua and Shaun were napping, I taught he to throw her hands up in the
air and say "TaDa!" She was doing her little flips and standing up, tossing her
arms up and shouting "DA!!!" over and over. Cracks me up.

She will nod, shake hands, clap, wave(especially if you hold the phone up and say
"say hi!" she just waves to the handset), do a little happy dance and wrinkle her nose
up as if something is just horribly stinky and awful. But she does it all in
total context. If you sit there, she will just jabber away, and answer your
questions, and it often seems as if she's asking me a question. Since Joshua was
a late communicator, having my 10 month old sit and communicate so clearly with me
is a bit of a change! It's totally awesome, but it also does NOT seem to bode well
for my future phone bills. Maybe we can give them back before they become teenagers
and suck the entertainment value out of all the conversations you have with them?

ATTENTION PARENTS OF BULLIES....

If you are the parent of a King-sized preschooler who likes to punch smaller kids for no reason and you are sitting on a park bench watching the goings on and being generally lazy, I'm not very happy with you right now.

Joshua met his first bully today. Joshua was running around playing with a four year old who was about the same size as him, we'll call this kid X. Then Bully comes over and starts running around too. Mostly these kids are just running in aimless circles and laughing their heads off. Bully looks to be 6 or 7 years old, but it's school hours and school is still in session here, so I'll give benefit of the doubt that this little bruiser is also a preschooler. In all honesty, I don't think he meant to be mean...He would shout "I'm Spiderman!" and run up and just start punching Joshua or X, whomever was closer to him. Things quickly evolved to Joshua and X running AWAY from Bully because they didn't like the way he played. Myself and the other parent tried to tell him to stop, when that didn't work, we told Joshua and X to just nicely say "Please don't play like that." or "Please don't hit me." Joshua said, "Dat not NICE!" to him a few times. Finally Joshua had tears in his eyes and said "Please Pick me up, Mommy..." Bully tried to stop him from walking to me. I had about enough. We took X and Joshua to a different playset(there are 4 at this playground) to play, but after a few minutes of casting dubious glances in the direction of Bully, they both just wanted to go home.
Where was Mom during all this? Mom was sitting on a park bench, watching everything and doing, you guessed it, nothing. Watched the whole thing, heard us disciplining Bully, did nothing. Said nothing when I made a snide comment to her as we were leaving.

Now, normally, I would say to him if there was a fight, "He hit you? Well, you have two options. A, you could tell him you'll pray for him and walk away or B, hit him back, he started it. Defend yourself, boy!" But, really, he's two years old. He's just starting to understand the we-dont-hit-the-baby-no-matter-what rule. To tell him to hit back would have been counter-productive at this stage.

Kids fight, kids hit, and boys will be boys. I get all of that, but this is MY baby we're talking about! MY little boy who was punched, hard, several times. MY little angel who went to bed still confused about "little boy hit me arm" and called his daddy in Seattle and his grampa in Ohio to tell them. Seems like a man-moment to me... LOL.

The part that really bugged me was that mom just didn't seem like she cared. She said NOTHING during all of this happening. If my kid was randomly hitting someone half, yes HALF, his size, I would haul his happy butt back home and punish him. I would NOT continue to allow him to play and have fun. I don't care if boys fight, you don't teach yours to be the one to start the fight. No matter the situation. And I feel really badly for the boy because obviously nobody is teaching him these things. He was clearly confused as to why the other boys didn't want to play any longer. I told him, "If you are going to keep punching kids, they're not going to want to play with you." I said this after having told him several times to ease up and settle down, we don't hit etc etc.... He seemed dejected and sad. Mom clearly needs to step up or this kid is going to have problems later on. And that bother me. A lot.

At any rate, my angel-boy is fine, just had his first playground friend that played too mean for him. And it bothers me. But it should be bothering Bully's mom more.

The grass is always greener on the other side(or, The Food is Always Better From My Brother's Bowl)

Shaun is away this week. He left Friday morning to go to Seattle, and won't be home until next Friday morning. Considering the trouble that we have been having with both kiddos lately, I am already feeling overwhelmed--usually my weekends are my times that I get to have a helper or get a couple hours away! I cannot sleep well without Shaun here, so I am running on very little sleep and not a break in sight from my ADORABLE kids.

I am not complaining. There are so many who have it worse, and really, it's a handful but not un-do-able and not impossible. I am the Kim Possible of Mom-dome. Yes, we've been watching Kim Possible movies. Joshua loves her.

I explained this situation to use my Get Out Of Jail Free card on this: I'm not doing dishes as quickly as I should. I mean, I'm on it and there's not mold growing on anything and nobody is eating dirt or anything, but without a helper, we've gone from dinner table to bathtub to living room(to say goodnight to the cars on the street before closing the curtains) to bed without me taking a moment to clear the table. Which wouldn't be so bad if I got up bright and cheery in the morning but I'm sooooo tired at the moment I'm dragging my butt.

So this morning I hear....wait for it....drum roll, please...... "MINE FOOD! MINE FOOD! MINE FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!" as I rush out of my bedroom where I was begrudgingly getting dressed back to the kitchen, the thought did cross my mind... Have I fed them breakfast yet today? Answer: no. They'd only been up for five minutes.

As Joshua is standing in the kitchen acting as though someone just cut of his leg and he's drowning in blood, I see Holley has gone to his side of the table, climbed up the chair just enough to snatch his plate from dinner last night that still had the mac n cheese he refused to eat sitting on it. Now, usually when Joshua refuses dinner, the plate sits there until bedtime because that's the only food he's allowed to have until he eats it. No exceptions. Last night I didn't clear the table after bedtime. I got out sewing instead. I'm just cool like that. So Holley sits on the floor chowing down on old mac and cheese and just revelling in Joshua's misery. Don't forget, she's lactose intolerant. Sigh.


Take away the old plate and give them each a nice fruit and cereal breakfast that is fresh and clean.

Later, as I'm sitting on the couch with Joshua, who incidentally had just finished a big bowl of pineapple and had asked for me to read him a story, who should walk into the living room but baby Holley. What does she have? The empty fruit bowl. Licking the leftover fruit juice residues. Laughing her head off and refusing to take the thing off her face.


At this point, all I can ask is.... Really? Really? At ten months old, she won't eat much of anything placed on her high chair, but the second her feet hit the ground, she will go to Joshua's chair and eat same food, only as his droppings from his meal. Really? REALLY, HOLLEY?