Wednesday, January 28, 2009

The negotiator

I can't remember if that was the movie with Kevin Spacey or not, but that's not "The Negotiator" I'm referring to. No sir, I'm referring the littlest member of my family - whom I affectionately call "Bitty".

So, a few nights ago Todd was in Arlington and I was home alone with the boys. Bitty had his bath first and TK was in the playroom playing. Bitty heard TK in there and said "See Ty-luh" (we are working on two and three words together). So I said "Yes, you can go see TK for ONE MINUTE and then it's off to bed". He looked at me very seriously and said "Fi minits". I said "No, ONE MINUTE" to which he replied "NO FI MINITS".

I take issue with a 21 month old that negotiates time with me. He's growing up so much faster than TK did. I know it's because he has a big brother to watch - and copy - leading to the following...

  • He tells me to "Be ca-ful" when I get him out of the tub
  • He says "Nah" when you ask him to take medicine. As in - will you take your medicine? Nah
  • He rides a scoooter. Really. He pushes off with his left foot and balances on his right leg and rides - down the hill, up the hill, around the house, across the street - it's the only way to keep up with TK
  • He demands "Ee-me mac" if he's in the mood for Easy Mac
  • He can "buckadeen". That means he likes to buckle his own seatbelt.
  • And lastly he like to talk on the phone to anyone that will listen.

Todd and I like his independence, but sometimes a mama just wants her 21 month old baby to be a baby.

"Nah"

The computer is fixed

I'm sure I have some stories to tell, but it's been so long I have probably forgotten them. Stay tuned.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Tree issue

It was just a plug...

Todd originally thought it was a plug, but wasn't about to dig around in there. A
ll those glass balls hovering over concrete floors...it was bad enough with the little one. I'm still vacuuming up glass from the rug.

I'm not totally happy about it. I was hoping it was catastrophic so that I could talk Todd in to a new white tree for next year.

Nope.

Oh well.

Tolerance in not in their vocabulary

Todd, TK and the little one, that is. For some reason they don't like it when I sit on the computer and expect them to play nicely together in another room, without my attention and my adult supervision.

Todd, for some weird reason, doesn't like it when I get on the computer after the kids go to bed. I don't get it, but it's something about 'our only two hours of the day we get to spend together'?? Whatever.

So, because of my attempts to pacify their sensitivity I have been slow to update.

I will, though. I will.