Ballistic Birthday.
So for those of you in the know, it was Isaac's 2nd birthday on Sunday. What a day.
We did not, for the record, throw a party. I know the general rule is invite one kid for each year of the birthday, and that would have meant two kids for his second. We were kind of feeling a little guilty about it, but there aren't that many kids Isaac's age he is close to, other than at the day home whom he sees all the time anyway.
In retrospect, however, our "Allen only" birthday was a good decision.
For one, the potty training he had so carefully (nearly) mastered over the previous week and two days, went, well, went totally out the window. At one point while opening presents, he just stopped announcing that he needed to pee at all, so that his annoying parental units would not swoop him away from his mounds of loot, and stick him on the potty.
Far easier, he thought, to continue opening the presents, and just let the chips (or drops, as it were) fall where they may. So rubber boots may have been a better choice then slippers on Sunday, and we went through every pair of pants and underwear he owns (9 pairs and counting).
Eclipsing his Hoover Dam impression though, was the fun he had opening his presents. We really didn't go over the top, but I swear, at one point I felt guilty about all the stuff he got. He opened one or two things, and he would have been totally fine with that. In fact the first one he opened was a kids casette player, and all he wanted to do was play that. He would have been happy if that was all he had received.
But no, he had lots more stuff to open, and in the end, art supplies ruled the day. Including the easel (from Nana and Grandad), and a huge tub of Play Doh stuff.
The one toy that we got for Isaac that I think I enjoy more than he does, is the Little People Pirate Ship. Yes, a real pirate ship. It has sails, and a place for the pirates to sleep (it comes with two of them) a crow's nest, and a parrot on a perch, that when you press the parrot down, it plays pirate music, and ship's bells ringing, and simulates the sound of a cannon ball shooting. Yes, it has a cannon on the front that fires a little plastic ball.
That' right, ultra pacifist Jason - the erstwhile student of Ghandi and Tolstoy, managed to aquire the only Fisher Price Little People toy in the entire selection that includes a weapon. Sheesh. Although for the record, Noelle picked it out, cause it was on sale, at "Toys R Bedlam". So what can you do?
It's funny how all your noble ideas of child rearing (go back in time and ask me three years ago if my child would spend nearly an hour a day (or so) glued to Treehouse TV. I would have punched you) all go out the window when faced with the reality of an extremely bright little boy who bores very easily, and is prone to acts of petty vandalism, and displays of phenomenal tantrum when he doesn't get his way.
In fact today we wouldn't give him his juice before dinner (cause he drinks the whole cup in one gulp and then it spoils his dinner), and he proceeded to howl until he was pink in the face, and slap the table with his hands. It was quite the display. We have contacted the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences about a nomination form.
One more story.
We bought Isaac a "big boy bed" for his birthday (a record five words that start with b in one sentance. Look upon my works and despair!!), and he has slept in it a total of once since then. It was when Noelle went upstairs to put him down for his nap on his Birthday, and he started squirming around and giggling. Then he turns to Noelle and says "I have idea. Chase Mommy on bed?" Clear as day. To which Noelle responds "I have a better idea. Baby take nap." And that was that. Of course when I went to wake him up two hours later, he leaned back in the bed, fell back and conked his head on the wall.
He hasn't slept in it since.
What can you do?
So for those of you in the know, it was Isaac's 2nd birthday on Sunday. What a day.
We did not, for the record, throw a party. I know the general rule is invite one kid for each year of the birthday, and that would have meant two kids for his second. We were kind of feeling a little guilty about it, but there aren't that many kids Isaac's age he is close to, other than at the day home whom he sees all the time anyway.
In retrospect, however, our "Allen only" birthday was a good decision.
For one, the potty training he had so carefully (nearly) mastered over the previous week and two days, went, well, went totally out the window. At one point while opening presents, he just stopped announcing that he needed to pee at all, so that his annoying parental units would not swoop him away from his mounds of loot, and stick him on the potty.
Far easier, he thought, to continue opening the presents, and just let the chips (or drops, as it were) fall where they may. So rubber boots may have been a better choice then slippers on Sunday, and we went through every pair of pants and underwear he owns (9 pairs and counting).
Eclipsing his Hoover Dam impression though, was the fun he had opening his presents. We really didn't go over the top, but I swear, at one point I felt guilty about all the stuff he got. He opened one or two things, and he would have been totally fine with that. In fact the first one he opened was a kids casette player, and all he wanted to do was play that. He would have been happy if that was all he had received.
But no, he had lots more stuff to open, and in the end, art supplies ruled the day. Including the easel (from Nana and Grandad), and a huge tub of Play Doh stuff.
The one toy that we got for Isaac that I think I enjoy more than he does, is the Little People Pirate Ship. Yes, a real pirate ship. It has sails, and a place for the pirates to sleep (it comes with two of them) a crow's nest, and a parrot on a perch, that when you press the parrot down, it plays pirate music, and ship's bells ringing, and simulates the sound of a cannon ball shooting. Yes, it has a cannon on the front that fires a little plastic ball.
That' right, ultra pacifist Jason - the erstwhile student of Ghandi and Tolstoy, managed to aquire the only Fisher Price Little People toy in the entire selection that includes a weapon. Sheesh. Although for the record, Noelle picked it out, cause it was on sale, at "Toys R Bedlam". So what can you do?
It's funny how all your noble ideas of child rearing (go back in time and ask me three years ago if my child would spend nearly an hour a day (or so) glued to Treehouse TV. I would have punched you) all go out the window when faced with the reality of an extremely bright little boy who bores very easily, and is prone to acts of petty vandalism, and displays of phenomenal tantrum when he doesn't get his way.
In fact today we wouldn't give him his juice before dinner (cause he drinks the whole cup in one gulp and then it spoils his dinner), and he proceeded to howl until he was pink in the face, and slap the table with his hands. It was quite the display. We have contacted the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences about a nomination form.
One more story.
We bought Isaac a "big boy bed" for his birthday (a record five words that start with b in one sentance. Look upon my works and despair!!), and he has slept in it a total of once since then. It was when Noelle went upstairs to put him down for his nap on his Birthday, and he started squirming around and giggling. Then he turns to Noelle and says "I have idea. Chase Mommy on bed?" Clear as day. To which Noelle responds "I have a better idea. Baby take nap." And that was that. Of course when I went to wake him up two hours later, he leaned back in the bed, fell back and conked his head on the wall.
He hasn't slept in it since.
What can you do?
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