Random Thoughts
You guessed it, it's time for more right brained musings from Me.
1. You never really understand what people say about the "consumerism and excess" of Christmas, until you have two small boys. On Christmas morning, we could barely get into the living room from the loot. Now don't get me wrong, I am very gratefull, and we contributed to it as much as anyone, however I was struck by the fact that halfway through Christmas day, with a ton of expensive presents in the other room, Isaac wanted to sit in his $12 sled/toboggan, and play "snow boat". He then insisted we make him cardboard paddles, so he could play properly. He then insisted we push him around in said snowboat while he pretended to paddle.
Noelle said I won the Dad of the season award for the moment when I was holding Sam, and pushing Isaac in the snow boat with my foot so she could get five minutes' peace and gobble down some food.
2. He ain't heavy, he's my boy. Isaac and Sam had a Dr.'s appt (in Isaac's words, "Dr. Rock-a-man is a very nice man") and we now know why our backs are always so sore.
Isaac is at 37 lbs, and Sam at 22lbs. Isaac also is in a bit of a clingy phase where he wants to be picked up all the time. So Noelle has great definition in her Biceps and Triceps, and Dad is going to need a new rotator cuff soon.
3. Bending the needle. Isaac has an incredibly annoying tendancy that when you say something to him, he responds with "huh?" So you repeat it, and he says "huh?" again. If you are really patient, you say it a third time very slowly, to which he almost always responds "huh?". Otherwise, you just go directly to step two which is "You heard what I said."
Now I admit I can talk a little fast, but I always make sure to slow it way down the second time, so I know he understands. He's just a) being cheeky, or b) trying to get out of doing something he doesn't want to, or not doing something he wants to.
So the other day, he opened his mouth and a string of absolute babble came out. His brain was moving at about 300 m/s, and his mouth just couldn't keep up. I caught something about Snow Bears and rescuing, but the rest just drifted off into a mumble.
"What was that, Isaac?" I asked innocently.
He looks coyly at the ground and says "You heard what I said."
It was all I could do not to a) laugh my head off, or b) send him for a time out.
Instead I explained to him that I did not hear him, and that's why I asked, and that this was the only circumstance in which you should ask someone to repeat themselves. But I used smaller words.
4. Sam is officially moving out of "the golden age of babyhood." In the golden age, according to the books, the baby is just interesting enough to interact with, but (and here's the thing) when you put him down, he stays there. This is no longer the case with Sam.
Now, in the past, if it was my turn to rise at whatever ungodly hour one of our boys inevitably wakes up at, then I would come downstairs, and either let Isaac watch a Diego video, or put Sam down on his mat, and give him a toy, and then retire to the couch for a few more minutes of shut-eye.
However, when I did this two mornings ago, I looked up after dozing off for what couldn't have been more than a minute or two, and Sam had rolled sideways out of the living room, and then scooted backwards on his tummy on the hardwood, until he was in the Kitchen, and practically underneath the Kitchen table. Hmmmm.
5. The TV has officially died. There had been some discussion the other day about whether or not to replace it when it finally went, and we weren't sure whether or not we would. Then yesterday it just stopped turning on, and the morning was fine, Isaac and I read books until Noelle woke up. Then came Noelle's time to make dinner, which for the last 6 months or so has been facilitated by Diego, Dora, Toupy and Binou, or Bob the Builder. Not yesterday. So while dinner was lovely as usual, the conversation took an abrupt turn to "when we would be replacing it", rather than "if."
Now I have said this a few times, but if you had told me 3 1/2 years ago that the TV would become an essential appliance in the house, whose replacement when broken would take on the urgency of say, the stove or fridge, then I would have punched you. It's funny how before having kids, you have all the answers, then that all dries up suddenly the moment you hear the first cry.
You guessed it, it's time for more right brained musings from Me.
1. You never really understand what people say about the "consumerism and excess" of Christmas, until you have two small boys. On Christmas morning, we could barely get into the living room from the loot. Now don't get me wrong, I am very gratefull, and we contributed to it as much as anyone, however I was struck by the fact that halfway through Christmas day, with a ton of expensive presents in the other room, Isaac wanted to sit in his $12 sled/toboggan, and play "snow boat". He then insisted we make him cardboard paddles, so he could play properly. He then insisted we push him around in said snowboat while he pretended to paddle.
Noelle said I won the Dad of the season award for the moment when I was holding Sam, and pushing Isaac in the snow boat with my foot so she could get five minutes' peace and gobble down some food.
2. He ain't heavy, he's my boy. Isaac and Sam had a Dr.'s appt (in Isaac's words, "Dr. Rock-a-man is a very nice man") and we now know why our backs are always so sore.
Isaac is at 37 lbs, and Sam at 22lbs. Isaac also is in a bit of a clingy phase where he wants to be picked up all the time. So Noelle has great definition in her Biceps and Triceps, and Dad is going to need a new rotator cuff soon.
3. Bending the needle. Isaac has an incredibly annoying tendancy that when you say something to him, he responds with "huh?" So you repeat it, and he says "huh?" again. If you are really patient, you say it a third time very slowly, to which he almost always responds "huh?". Otherwise, you just go directly to step two which is "You heard what I said."
Now I admit I can talk a little fast, but I always make sure to slow it way down the second time, so I know he understands. He's just a) being cheeky, or b) trying to get out of doing something he doesn't want to, or not doing something he wants to.
So the other day, he opened his mouth and a string of absolute babble came out. His brain was moving at about 300 m/s, and his mouth just couldn't keep up. I caught something about Snow Bears and rescuing, but the rest just drifted off into a mumble.
"What was that, Isaac?" I asked innocently.
He looks coyly at the ground and says "You heard what I said."
It was all I could do not to a) laugh my head off, or b) send him for a time out.
Instead I explained to him that I did not hear him, and that's why I asked, and that this was the only circumstance in which you should ask someone to repeat themselves. But I used smaller words.
4. Sam is officially moving out of "the golden age of babyhood." In the golden age, according to the books, the baby is just interesting enough to interact with, but (and here's the thing) when you put him down, he stays there. This is no longer the case with Sam.
Now, in the past, if it was my turn to rise at whatever ungodly hour one of our boys inevitably wakes up at, then I would come downstairs, and either let Isaac watch a Diego video, or put Sam down on his mat, and give him a toy, and then retire to the couch for a few more minutes of shut-eye.
However, when I did this two mornings ago, I looked up after dozing off for what couldn't have been more than a minute or two, and Sam had rolled sideways out of the living room, and then scooted backwards on his tummy on the hardwood, until he was in the Kitchen, and practically underneath the Kitchen table. Hmmmm.
5. The TV has officially died. There had been some discussion the other day about whether or not to replace it when it finally went, and we weren't sure whether or not we would. Then yesterday it just stopped turning on, and the morning was fine, Isaac and I read books until Noelle woke up. Then came Noelle's time to make dinner, which for the last 6 months or so has been facilitated by Diego, Dora, Toupy and Binou, or Bob the Builder. Not yesterday. So while dinner was lovely as usual, the conversation took an abrupt turn to "when we would be replacing it", rather than "if."
Now I have said this a few times, but if you had told me 3 1/2 years ago that the TV would become an essential appliance in the house, whose replacement when broken would take on the urgency of say, the stove or fridge, then I would have punched you. It's funny how before having kids, you have all the answers, then that all dries up suddenly the moment you hear the first cry.
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