It seems like every time I have a baby there are new “safety rules”. The latest with the Pips is that bumper pads aren’t good to have. I’d like to say that I was following the rule when I didn’t put one on Pippi’s bed, but there was a bit more of “I don’t want to use the boy one, and I think I gave the girl one away…so I’ll skip the bumper pad cause I heard it was a no no these days”.
That being said….I’m not totally sure if I buy into the “no bumper pad” rule.
And I think she would agree!
Dash walks around all day doing whatever the heck he wants.
And when he is questioned by anyone about what he is doing, he just says, “Mom said.”
He used to get away with it — a lot! But now, three weeks into his scam, people are onto him and don’t believe him anymore.
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And when “the mom” questions him you ask?
He just tells me that “Dad Said.”
And if Dad is in the room…obviously… “Nonnie said.”
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(Update one week later….I looked out and saw Dash eating a bag of cotton candy for breakfast. I knew he had the bag, but also knew he couldn’t open it. So I went out and asked who had opened it for him, and he told me Nonnie had. I knew NOnnie wouldn’t approve of cotton candy for breakfast, so I went up and questioned her. She said to me, “I told him he needed to have cereal for breakfast. But then he told me that ‘Mommie said’, so I opened it. I did think it was a little weird.”)
Every morning is the same.
This little boy “loves” his Pips.
But some mornings, it is more along the lines of a clobber.
My perfect first born child has been having some behavioral problems lately. A lot of temper situations have come from the master teaser — Navy, and there have been some things at school. A few white slips and maybe a call from Mrs. Komine where she handed the phone to Scout.
Micah and I sat him down to talk to him about the fact that he was becoming a young man. And with that comes different things, such as, new types of feelings. We talked to him about anger being a fine thing to feel, but that his reactions needed to be appropriate. We also told him that while he was little and his anger was still little, that he needed to learn how to take care of it so that he grows up to be a nice and controlled person.
If there is one thing about Scout, it is that he can change his behavior immediately.
From that day on, he has been a perfect child! He has been calm. He has had a few almost mess ups, but then I can see that he regroups. I am sure we will still have to do a bit of work, but I am SO proud of this boy of mine who changed his ways so quickly. He is the perfect child to have as the example for all the rest.
Nice work Scout!
Missy had us down for a cool afternoon at Abalone.
It was my kind of beach weather.
Sweatshirts and no major sun.
We invited Diane, Bree and Alexa to come along, and they met up with us about an hour into it.
Missy and Paul obviously provided tasty food, and were as gracious as ever.
And to top it all off, she captured the day with her awesome camera.
Here are some of the shots:
Ending on the stinkiest of the stinkies…when Dash covered Alexa’s head in sand.
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Thanks again Mis.
I thought Dash would be glued to this window the entire time we were at the car wash. Unfortunately for me, he found the soccer balls and sunglasses on display. When I chose which kid to bring, I kind of chose wrong. I thought it was going to be a relaxing thirty minutes. But it ended up being more of a game of chase.
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Scout, I should have picked you all along!
Navy, you would have blown Dash out of the water.
Pippi, you might have slept the entire time.
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What was I thinking?!
Scout and Navy are the Tweedles….Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum.
Dash and the Pips are my Frick and Frack.
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This day, Frick and Frack were on my mall excursion of returns and a quick bite to eat.
They are really darling with each other.
One protects the other while she googley-eye smiles at him.
And then he entertains her.
All while she stays strapped in and approves of his silly ways.
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I love me some mall time with F&F.
A lot of times when we pull into the driveway, Dash runs to get his scooter and tells me to sit so he can show me his “moves”.
I’ll admit that his “moves” are pretty respectable for a two year old.
He is fast, can turn nicely, does great bunny hops, crouches down.
But this day, his “moves” were scootering full blast into a cardboard box.
Nice moves my boy!
(Spectating during the events they weren’t in.)
We headed down to the Ward Olympics on Memorial Day.
Each of the kids competed in the 100 Meters, and then there were some relays and 400 meter races that Micah and Scout did.
It was a pretty fun morning for all, but Scout died over it!
He absolutely loved it.
Here he is finishing off the 400.
Micah jogged the 100 in his flips.
And during it all, pseudo Grandpa John hung out with the Pips while I photographed the whole thing.
Tether ball has been all the rage at our house lately!
Scout enticed Ezra and Brock to a friendly game of three.
Or maybe not so friendly!
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