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Archive for November, 2008

General Chatter

Tuesday, November 25th, 2008

Michael turns two on Friday.
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When asked about his future career interests, he listed “hunting.”
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(note the baby hippo, already part of his spoils)

For now,though, he’s focusing on frog research. It’s all very humanitarian, I assure you.
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We’ve informed him that his party will be at The Monkey’s Treehouse, where he will play with friends, eat cake, and open presents for which he will not be responsible for writing thank you notes. His reaction?
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Meanwhile, we’ve been talking to the kids about Christmas. They’ve been reading about it some:
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Megan has decided to focus her energy on looking as angelic as possible so as to maximize her gift-getting potential.
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Michael, however, knows he’s adorable and loved by all; therefore, he has moved his focus straight to the important part of the holidays.
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Both kids are truly looking forward to all that is ahead, though!
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We hope to see you during the holidays, too!
(pictures by Portrait Innovations, BTW)

Let Go Me!

Thursday, November 20th, 2008

As Michael approaches his second birthday, he is getting better at repeating words and is starting to string some together into primitive sentences. Last night he acquired the word “fly” to mean “Daddy will pick me up as he lays on his back and I will ‘fly’ above him.” He repeated it a lot. My arms got tired. Megan got in the game. My arms got exhausted. On to the real story: primitive sentences. This weekend as I was putting him down for nap, I settled next to him for a few minutes. He wasn’t quite ready to go to sleep. I think I am a bit more lenient (read “pushover”) than his mother when it comes to naptime. I give him some latitude, but I will eventually drape my arm across him to force him to lie still for 30 seconds until he falls asleep. He was in no mood for that. He let rip with “Let go me!” several times in protest of my arm. Sandra got a dose of the same later and reported to me. I foolishly had assumed it had developed previously. Not being the primary caregiver has its drawbacks. She said it was a new thing and confirmed the words with me. His first top quality three word sentence coming many, many months after his sister’s first, but then again, his physical attributes are way ahead. What will he say next?

¬†(Evidence of physical: At Adventure Science Center, he kept insisting on climbing the “spring” to get to the top of the slide. We don’t mind so much, but we still have to spot him, and it is a bit of a tight squeeze. I look forward to the kids being able to do that on their own in another year or so.)

Megan is School Bound

Friday, November 14th, 2008

Sometime in the spring, I spoke with the YMCA Pre-K program that meets at our church. They put Megan on the waiting list, but we never heard from them. A few weeks ago, Sandra grew antsy about school for Megan, and she decided to call the same program to inquire. They said that we were about to receive a call from them. Someone was moving and we were next on the list. Sandra and Megan recently visited the school and met Megan’s prospective teacher, Miss Molly. They toured the school (not a huge deal since Megan knows the layout of the church well). Megan will start the first week of December. She is very excited! She will attend only two days per week, but that gives Sandra a 5 hour break from two kids (right back to show from usher).¬†Those might be great days at home where Michael will sleep for two hours while Sandra accomplishes things. Look for more updates on school soon.

On the dark side, Megan’s increasing activities have started horning in on our vacation plans. We have a trip scheduled with Nana and Grandpa in the Spring, but Megan’s dance recital is scheduled at the same time along with two days of school, a dance recital rehearsal, and the last dance class before the recital. Now we have to look at the WCS school calendar to determine when we should schedule vacation.

Using the DVD Player

Friday, November 14th, 2008

Our friend just posted about her son’s use of the DVD player (2yr old putting the DVD in spot on).

It made me think of our little darlings.

Michael occasionally stacks them, but in general he lets the big sister do the DVD changing. Not uncommon words between adults in our house: “Did you turn the TV on for them?” <pause> “No. Did you? MEGAN, turn the TV OFF.”

Michael is in charge of filling the VHS slot with various items not intended for that slot. It isn’t fun fishing them out.

I recall years ago laughing as my brother Greg swore to find another foreign object, usually a hot wheel, in the VCR placed by his young son Gareth. I guess what goes around, comes around.

Tricks and Treats

Wednesday, November 5th, 2008

We had a pretty great Halloween around here. The kids got to round up candy and play dress up, and even Michael enjoyed himself- some.
Megan has enough dress up clothes that I decided early on that we would NOT buy her a costume this year. I also told her that she could be whatever she wanted for each dress up occasion (two birthday parties, Ghouls at Grassmere, her dance class party, and , of course, Halloween- two days’ worth), but that she was required to be Snow White for her Halloween pictures with Michael. She complied beautifully; it was very confusing for me.
Michael has no dress up clothes, but can wear Megan’s Pablo costume from last year if we roll up the legs and arms. We also bought him a car costume; it’s perfect for my little “I’d rather be naked” boy and perfect for the crazy Nashville Fall weather.

I’ll put photos up from some of the various events we attended, but what I really want to remember is Halloween night. We came home from a full day of activities and let the nap-starved babies chill and play for about an hour before we took to the streets. We took the double stroller for longer jags in the neighborhood, though it went empty for several houses at a time.
Our first house was that of our next door neighbors. Megan went up and did her trick-or-treat thing, thanked them, and was ready to move on. Michael, who does not trust Mama, cried and clung, thinking we were there to drop him off. I finally pried him off of me enough to get his candy bag open so they could drop treats into them, and he gave a tearful “thank you” and “bye bye” before we moved on.
This behavior continued for a few more houses, Michael only loosening up in that he would hold the bag open as best he could with one hand while the other clung to me for dear life. Then he caught on. At the next couple houses, Michael was able to approach the door and mutter something that sounded vaguely like “ti teet” and “tank ou” when he got candy. I thought he was getting the hang of this stuff. He was so cute, though, that his bag was getting heavy from all the extra candy people gave him. I tried to adjust his hold of the bag (hold it by the neck rather than the drawstring), and all hell broke loose. The next several houses involved him getting upset because he couldn’t open the little choked off candy bag, and mad as can be when I touched the bag to try to help. The last few houses to which we carried Michael, he was being carried by Grant, screaming to walk on his own, crying when put down, angry when his bag was touched, anxious to eat all the treats at once, and generally a big, adorable grump. He loathed the stroller, refused to walk, and was angry when we carried him. We were quite relieved when a potty emergency on Megan’s part forced us back to the house.
Once home again, we got Megan prepared for a few last houses of trick-or-treating and we dressed Michael for breathing treatment and bed. Grant said that I should take Megan to the last few houses; he is always her preferred parent, and he thought it would be an opportunity for bonding between the two of us. Hmmph. Indeed.
Megan and I took off for a house across the street. She held my hand until we got into the yard, then pointed to an invisible line in the grass, about 50 feet from the front door. “Do NOT come past here. I am going up there alone. I am a big girl, and I can do this myself.” I didn’t know whether to laugh or yell, but I chose to wait. She got a bit bolder at each of the next houses, ordering me to “not come up the stairs” and asking each homeowner for extras for her brother who was at home.
In the end, her bag was as full as we would allow, and we headed home. She has asked to go trick-or-treating each day since then, but I think she’s starting to realize it’s over for now…