Here's where it starts to get gross again.
A followed me into the potty, and said Poopy. I said, Do you have to go poopy? Yes, he said, diaper off!
Sure enough, he went on the potty! The insert then stuck to his rear end, with the yucky heat we've had today, making a lovely mess on THE fLoor.
But, he did it AND told me HE had TO! YAY!!
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Potty
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Friday, August 21, 2009
Poopy Diaper
M: A, who do you want to change your diaper... Mommy or Daddy?
A: Grampy?
M: Grampy is not a choice... who should change your diaper... Mommy or Daddy?
A: Grampy change my diaper.
M: No, NOT GRAMPY!
A: Grammi?
M: N...
A: Grampy? Livy?
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Thursday, August 13, 2009
My A...
I got this idea from Megan.
AKA: Boot, sweetpea, sweetness
Loves: DADDY.
Kitties. Livy (my parents' cocker spaniel). Choo choos. Animals of all kinds. The boat.
Helping. Swimming. The ocean.
Reading.
Favorite Foods: Lemons; if one of us gets iced tea or water with a lemon, he asks for it or maybe just grabs it, then eats it, rind and all.
Bananas. Ice cream. Berries (especially strawberries). Applesauce.
Favorite TV Show: Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, although he won't turn down an offer to watch Elmo, Handy Manny, Special Agent Oso, or Yo Gabba Gabba.
Favorite place: Outside. A loves to be outside. He loves to help water the plants, and if Daddy is mowing the lawn, he wants to use his bubble mower. He has also really come around to the beach this year. After a few trips in the water with Daddy, he just LOVES to go swimming in the ocean.
Other info: A can be a really timid little boy, but other times, he loves to be adventurous. It's hard for me to explain, but he will NOT try things he doesn't WANT to try. For example, he loves to play in the water, but he HATES to get splashed. We went to the spraygrounds, and he had fun, but would cry (and as he got more tired, scream) when he got splashed--especially in the face.
A absolutely adores animals. Went went to the Popcorn Park Zoo last week, and he was so fascinated by everything there.
He is starting to get a little bit rough with Mitten, but knows he's SUPPOSED to use nice hands with her.
When he gets sleepy, he loves to cuddle with us. In fact, that's what he'll say, "Mommy, cuddle."
Favorite phrases these days include "My turn" (although, more often than not, we're not sure what it's his turn FOR), "Where'd Grampy go?", "Mitten sleeping," "I reach it," and calling Daddy by his first and last name.
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Bed.
This weekend, at Grammi and Grampy's house, A spent his nights and naps in the trundle bed. He slept very close to the floor, and had no problems.
Tonight, we are taking the leap and he is sleeping in his big boy bed in his big boy room!
I tried to get a picture of my LITTLE two year old in the GREAT BIG TWIN BED, but my camera was all wonky. Maybe tomorrow.
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Monday, August 10, 2009
Ham
My son is a ham. At our Picture People sitting yesterday, we did a picture of M, A, and me. The photographer asked A to lie on his belly, and he did it super fast and started posing.
We got some really nice pictures, and gave PP a LOT of money, which I suppose is to be expected when you have 5 people who want pictures and some want frames...
Here's yesterdays' sitting.
And, after much delay, here's A's 2 year old sitting.
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Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Recent pictures
Boys playing with Choo Choo.
Playing catch.
I said "Keep your eye on the ball," so he did.
Playing with LJ.
Boys playing with their laptops.
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hot Dog!
A loves Mickey Mouse, and today decided to dance during the Hot Dog dance.
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Monday, August 3, 2009
Sunday, August 2, 2009
I now get why things come back in style
Going through a bunch of my old stuff from Mom and Dad's attic, I came across a bunch of Cabbage Patch Kids and Pound Puppies. Guess who was interested? He now walks around with his baby, and even asked for him at bedtime.
So, Dad, your mad Christmastime dash in 1984 was not for naught... it's getting two generations worth of use!!
Pictures coming soon. I think the doll's name is Patrick??
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