….for a few things — which included some Pirate’s Booty.
Fitting.
Off to Costco…
Snapshots Into Our Lives
While we were in the office, I used Photobooth to snap a few things that are pretty regular around here.
#1 — Scout climbing and Icka following.
#2 — Scout climbing and Icka insisting on being my sidekick.
#3 — Icka eating a piece of bread outside of the kitchen. (Notice Scout swiping a piece and is out of the frame so there isn’t any evidence.) Interesting because Scout is always the “getter” of the bread, and gives it to Icka. But Scout is always eating the bread too, but because Icka wanted it, he does’t take any of the blame for eating it outside of the kitchen.
The Little Parrot
Icka copies every word I say. She talks all day long, but it is rare that I really know what she is saying. So in just the last day, I have paid closer attention and caught a couple of her words. And I am amazed at how much she is actually saying. She has been saying, “Yellow” “Owie” “Bow” “Chicken” “Royal” “Slide” “Smokey” “So Nice” “Bye Bye” off the top of my head. But the best little parroting act she does, is when she walks around while she shakes her finger and repeatedly says, “No No” for ten minutes straight. I guess she must hear that one a lot!
Note: She says “Cout” (Scout) and “NayNay all day long. She is in total love with both. Sorry Skills….at least she is named after you.
Jumping
Scout is ALWAYS jumping off of everything. If it could be an Olympic sport, I would sign him up. He starts by climbing anything and everything. Then he scales what is usually a bookcase. And finally he takes his flying leap. He hasn’t hurt himself yet, and he has some pretty high jumps to date. I gave him the go ahead to do it when he wants, but that there are two rules. #1 — Make sure Icka isn’t below him. #2 — Make sure Icka doesn’t follow him. Rule number one has been an easy enforcer, but rule number two isn’t quite as simple.
SCALING (obviously with his sword so he can fight the bad guys)
TAKING THE LEAP
GOING FOR A SMOOTH LANDING
Saturdays
Micah told me a little interaction he and Scout had this morning, and I want to always remember it. Micah first told me that a few weeks ago he told Scout about the different days of the week, and that on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday Daddy goes to work. On Saturdays they get to play together all day long. And Sundays are when we go to church.
So when they woke up this morning (after sleeping together through the night because Micah was taking care of Scout who has an earache), Micah woke up and said, “Scout…guess what today is?” Before Scout came up with any sort of answer, Micah said, “It’s Saturday!” Then Scout said, “That means you don’t have to go to work today!” And Micah finished with, “and we get to play all day.” And play we did.
Nap Fighter
This is the first time Scout has gone down for a nap in a week — not that I haven’t tried the other six days. I keep asking around to see when friends have stopped the napping for their kids, and they say between two and three. I guess Scout is about there, but I am CONVINCED that he still needs them, so I am forcing the issue. I have tried to bribe him if actually falls asleep — no go. I have threatened him — he doesn’t care. I try to talk to him and help him understand — he explains to me where I am wrong. The list goes on and on. What finally worked today was using his imagination to my benefit. I told him that he needed to protect Elefante from the big huge baby that was the bad guy. Apparently, he imagined himself into oblivion. I’m crossing my fingers that this is the strategy that will continue to work. We’ll see.
Holding Still
If I could use only one phrase to describe Navy, I would probably choose, “won’t hold still.”
Scout would just coozie right into you, and hold still while anyone rocked him, and Navy just won’t.
But last night, when she woke up around midnight, I got her out of bed and held her. For at least an hour, she laid her little head on me and would only move about every ten minutes to look up at me and give me the biggest smile she knows how. I was in love as she did it over and over. I realized my mom’s light was still on, so I let me mom in on the love fest. Icka laid her head on my mom, and did the same smile for her. My mom said, “this is heaven”. I guess the trick is to get her up in the middle of the night if I want her to hold still for once. And I just might do that.
Icka Acting Icky
Navy has been a little headache lately. Nothing makes her happy (except B reading to her). She is constantly at my feet whining, and constantly crying. Unless I am literally holding her, she isn’t happy. Everyone said that she is just an emotional girl, but my “mother’s intuition” knew better. At first, I thought that her three back to back sinus infections were the cause, but once it cleared up, her state did not. So then I blamed it on teething. And I quote……”You blame everything on teething. She isn’t teething!” (From Skylar the wannabe second mom in this instance)
So when I reached back to feel two upper molars cutting through her gums yesterday, I insisted on picking up Skylar at the bus stop to rub it in her face. Her punishment was to watch the poor little teething and whining girl for the rest of the afternoon. Don’t mess Skylar!
When I went to bed last night, I told Micah that I felt like a different person. He asked why, and I said, “Now that I know that my girl isn’t a drama queen for nothing, I don’t care one bit that she is whining.” I would WAY rather have a little extra spending on Tylenol than adolescent therapy!
Sunday Best
It is rare that I find matching outfits for my boy and girl, so when I do — I like to document. Too bad that I am the only one into documenting, and this was the charming result:
Everything had calmed down by the time headed to church.
Micah and Navy were reading, while Scout looked out the window and imagined away.
Micah — Take Note
Yesterday my friend said, “nothing is better than when your kid says that they love you for the first time”, on their own — without prompting. Well, to my surprise, Scout came over to me this morning and said something that might even be better. I was getting ready, and he came up to me and said, “Mom …. you are so pretty.” I got tears in my eyes, and showed him. I couldn’t believe how sweet a few simple words can be. I guess that showing him my tears was a good idea, because he has told me about four more times today how I am “so pretty”.
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