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Nashville Glewwe Kids

(Lazy?) Crazy Hazy Days of Summer…

June 16th, 2009

Today is a crazy one, people!
We started our morning with a trip to the dentist’s office. This was Megan’s second visit, Michael’s first. Megan had her teeth cleaned and even had the flouride treatment; she took it all like a pro! She asked a few questions and gave enough commentary that the hygienist was terribly impressed with her intelligence. (Like that doesn’t happen daily!) Micheal’s visit was a little rougher. As expected, he refused to open his mouth for the dentist. Eventually he did, though, and only cried a little as the dentist cleaned his teeth a bit. Both kids got to get into the treasure chest after that, though, and all was well.

We left the dentist and drove as quickly as possible to the Y for the first day of swim lessons. Michael’s lessons run 9:30 to 10:00am and Megan’s run 10:15 to 10:55, so there was rushing to be done between lessons. Michael’s lesson is a “mommy and me” lesson, so we were in the pool together. He was hesitant to get into the water, but quickly claimed a toy and followed it into the water. We practiced him getting out of the water and getting in only with permission, and he practiced kicking and grabbing for toys. We also sang some silly songs. All went well, and I had to force him out of the pool in the end.

Megan went to the pool with great joy, changing into her suit just outside the pool area. She was excited about the lesson in general and went to the pool easily enough. Then she sat down next to a child who was in the midst of a screaming attack, panicking over entering the pool. Megan gave into peer pressure and started crying, too. The mothers were ushered over to the far side of the pool for briefing, and so I gave her strict instructions to stay in the pool and listen to her teachers. I’m afraid that display might have gotten her into the “screamers” category, but no more whining or screaming occurred after the first couple minutes of class. In fact, she did a little kicking in the water and even swam with her face down! I was so proud. I saw her doing a little back work, too.

We came home and I bathed the kids and put Michael down for nap. I hear him waking now, though. Ugh. Too short a nap! Now it’s on to Megan’s Cats Music Class ( and end our day’s commitments. Tomorrow will be so boring, with only one thing on the agenda!

Other Notes on the Glewwe Babies

June 2nd, 2009

Megan had her first ever dance recital on Sunday, May 3rd, at Centennial High School. It was great fun for both of us!
This is her tap costume:
I actually got to be one of the two “stage moms” for the tap dance. I loved being near the girls, and Megan, it turned out, loved having me up there with her. That made it even better. :)
This is her ballet costume, and her flowers from her fans:
This picture was actually taken right after the recital. I hope you can see the energy and joy she had in this event!

On Saturday, May 9th, Megan turned 4! The constant rain that had plagued Nashville for days let up just long enough for us to party at a local park, complete with members of the Brentwood Fire Department. Megan actually went from her party to a birthday party for a classmate, his party held at the Y. From there, she went to the Spring Fling at our church. We dragged her, Michael, and two other children home at about 7:30. By 8:02, that precious girl was fast asleep, worn out from a day of great fun. We really couldn’t have asked for a better day!

More pictures and anecdotes are forthcoming. We’ll try to do a better job of keeping in touch!

Too danged cute for words

June 2nd, 2009

I left Michael’s room at 8:30pm, his soft snores following me across the hall. Within minutes, he was awake and chased me into my room. I told him to go back to his bed, that I had too much to do and couldn’t sleep with him all night. (criticize me all you want- I won’t read it anyway!)
Fast forward 1.5 hours. Grant is finally home, and we’re headed up to bed. Michael has been quiet for almost an hour, so I’m confident he’s asleep. I go in his room to check on him. He’s not in his bed. He’s not in his room. He’s not in our bed. I did hear Megan at one point… her door is locked! Grant!!! He unlocks the door and finds two lumps in Megan’s bed. Check out my sweet babies!

Tornado Warnings AGAIN?

April 10th, 2009

Oh well, at least we have each other. And goldfish crackers. And carrots. Oh, yeah- and a portable DVD player loaded with “An American Tail.”
We got home from music class to the sounds of tornado sirens going off in the neighborhood. I sent Megan to our tornado spot, right at the bottom of the stairs, and pulled the sleeping Michael out of his car seat as quickly as possible. I put him on a quilt on the floor and let him nap while Megan started the movie. When he woke (thunder, tv blaring in my office with warnings, Megan watching a movie- can’t figure out WHY he woke up!) 45 minutes later, I put Megan next to him and let them continue snacking and watching the movie. I eventually supplemented the carrots and goldfish with a yogurt tube and some girl scout cookies, and they stayed still for me until the warnings lifted at 1:15. It’s nice to be upstairs again; I’m off to see if I can get anything done!

About the Boy

April 9th, 2009

At 3:45 this morning, I heard movement from the room across the hall. Footsteps, a door closed, our door opened and closed, and an approach to my side of the bed. I knew it was Michael. I had just put him back in bed, and I thought if he thought I was asleep again, maybe he’d go back to bed. He didn’t. I played asleep so well that I did doze a little, only to wake to hear him fart twice while he grabbed at the DS Lite on my bedside table. I woke with a start and grabbed at him before he could turn on our light (as he had 10 minutes earlier- I blame my sweet ape-armed hubby for that one). I escorted him into his room and sat on his bed until he fell asleep shortly after 5:10am. Bleck.

I will say this for the boy: he’s finally talking. He talked the WHOLE time he was awake in the wee small hours of the morning. He talked a great deal about Megan, whom he missed terribly yesterday- she’s been with Nana and Grandpa since yesterday morning and won’t be back until this evening. He talked about kitty cats and ya-yas (horses) and vrooms. He practiced all sorts of talking. He’s usually such a quiet child, busy watching while Megan’s doing the talking. It’s like he finally had enough quiet around him that he could let the words out. The timing was just a little off.

Michael’s talking more and more, and it’s absolutely wonderful. Upon reflection, I’ve realized more about this child of mine:

Do you remember the movie Parenthood? Do you remember the kid walking around with the bucket on his head, banging it on things for kicks? I birthed that child. His bucket of choice is the pink plastic trash can in Megan’s bedroom. I’ll try to get pictures of it up sometime…

And Boo, from Monsters, Inc? Remember the scene where she’s babbling and playing in Sully’s bed and then just turns her head and falls asleep immediately? I thought that was so unrealistic until I watched my own child do it over and over and over again. Michael did it at 5:10am, and then again at 12:45pm for nap. Crazy!

Other fun things about Michael? Beyond his love for all animals, he has a wonderful sense of humor. He loves to tickle and be tickled, and especially loves to tell me he’s about to get my neck. The more I squeal, the happier he is. He’s just a wonderful child to know– most of the time. :)

Random Bits about the Babies

March 6th, 2009

strong>Megan is a hair twirler. She twirls when she’s tired and she twirls when she’s deep in thought. Apparently she was either DEEP in thought or EXTREMELY tired yesterday during quiet time at school because she tied a HUGE knot into her hair, right at the back of her sweet little head. I put the rest of the hair with it into a clip for our trip to the windy playground and decided to deal with it later. In the end, it was the brave Daddy who untied the majority of the knot, and the rest came out pretty easily. I attempted to capture the knot in this picture:

Michael put on my winter hat earlier this week and I had to snap this picture, even if it was fuzzy. He looked so much like Homer that I half expected him to say “Beans! I’m not a pest!”
He’s such a cute little guy, isn’t he?

Rhymes with “bagel.”

February 19th, 2009

Michael is working and working on developing his verbal vocabulary, but he’s still having those rookie problems with speech that we all love so much in wee ones. For instance, a cow is a “bow,” and a hippo is more of a “puppo.” He says “Momma” and “Daddy” beautifully, but struggles with Megan’s name. Her name comes out something along the lines of “Dagel” and his, something like “Digel.” Of course, most of the time, we don’t know what he’s saying AT ALL, so we’re happy to hear him call Dagel anything at all. She’s pretty tickled, too.

New Bed, New Adventures

February 16th, 2009


Aren’t they cute?
We bought Michael a Lightning McQueen (from Cars, in case you’ve missed that movie) bed, complete with trundle, last week. Grant got it assembled quickly and Michael likes it fine but Megan LOVES it and couldn’t wait for her opportunity to sleep in the trundle. On Friday night, Grant moved the mattress from her trundle to his trundle and allowed Megan the chance to have a slumber party with her brother. We waited the 15 minutes or so required for Michael to put himself to sleep, then sent Megan in to go to sleep, too. Grant snuck in and shot this picture an hour or so later. We watched with joy as our babies shared a room, the beginning to great many wonderful memories to come. We wondered aloud who would wake up first in the morning and whether that child would wake the other.

We never got to find out. Megan screamed in her sleep starting at about 10:00pm and Grant moved her to her room, just in time for her to start puking at about 11:00pm. She didn’t stop until some time the next afternoon.

Oh well. Next time, right? If we’re brave enough to try, that is!

Cheekwood/ Art Observations

January 28th, 2009

We had a couple decent hours of weather in early January, so I whisked the kids off to Cheekwood. The three of us had an awesome time!

Toward the end of our adventure, we ended up on the sculpture trail. Megan saw these:



Megan’s comment? “Mama, that’s not art. I think a playground broke and they’re working on fixing it. See? There’s the slide!”

Terrible Threes?

January 15th, 2009

Megan got a mind of her own. She wasn’t too hard to handle when she was two. At three, she is starting a downhill slide that we are trying to head off ASAP. Sandra gets a lot more of the ignored requests than I do since she is home all day, but even her teachers at school have said she was being a problem during quiet time. She has gotten time outs at school twice for not cleaning up and talking during quiet time. At home, she ignores our directives to clean up until we escalate to timeout or other punitive action. Sometimes it is tough being the adult. Calm. Serenity. Patience. I don’t have a quick temper, but she vexes me sometimes as well. She has even gotten to her Nana a couple of times using a loud voice at the dinner table even after repeated admonitions. I know this too will pass. A gentle hand and a firm voice will prevail, but I would like it to prevail sooner than later.