I’ve found the greatest little surprise ever for C! Chapstick! Why didn’t I think of this sooner. Just Kidding. They have hometown team chapsticks at the store right now, so I bought one for each of the boys. And C is addicted to his already. You would not believe the places I’ve found him hiding this morning so he can put more on. He put it on once and then I said he could keep it in his pocket if he left it there. He said K, but seriously….. he’s 2, that’s really hard to do! Chapstick is SOOOOO cool!! So he keeps putting it on and I keep saying to put it back in his pocket. Last time I found him hiding behind my bed I said I had to take it away now and he started yelling “No No No Momma, see my put in pocket!!!” and he shoved it down in his pocket and ran out of the room. haha This could make for a very long day. He’s not doing anything wrong with it, I’m just imagining he’ll use the entire tube in one day. And he cannot wait for his brother to get home because he wants to show him what he got. I haven’t let him see I got one for J too, because he’ll want them both for sure! He’ll want to keep brother’s in his pocket and that just won’t happen. 
chapstick
he’s so funny!
Mail today was pretty exciting. We received a package and C freaked out. The minute I opened the door he ran into the porch, grabbed the package, hugged it and yelled “[insert daycare girls name here]! Look! My Birthday!” hahahaha Little did we both know, it really was something for him, it was a puffy vest I’d won for cheap for him on eBay. He’s so hilarious. I wish I could catch more of these moments on camera, but seriously what are you supposed to do, follow kids around 24/7 with cameras on?! haha
knock knock jokes at 2!
We had a first yesterday. C told me his very first joke! 2 years old and making up knock knock jokes – yikes! He was sitting at the table eating mac-n-cheese and it went like this…
C: Mom
Me: Ya?
C: Knock, Knock
Me: Who’s There
C: Duck
Me: Duck Who?
C: Duck Duck Goose
He later added “Chase Me!” at the end and he’d take off running, really wanting to play Duck Duck Goose. I couldn’t believe at 2 he’d told me a joke like that!!
baby steps @ storytime
As we know my little C is a Momma’s boy, which obviously can have it’s advantages and disadvantages. If you are the parent of a clingy child you wish they weren’t so clingy, if you’re the parent of an overly independent child you wish they were a little more clingy. Isn’t that how life mostly works anyway, we always think the grass is greener on the other side.
We started storytime at the library a few weeks back. I often encourage C to sit on the rug with the other kids and listen to the stories and do the finger plays. He just hasn’t wanted to, he’s much more comfortable sitting with Mom and keeping a death grip on my fingers.
Today we took a baby step towards sitting/playing with the other kids. He finally sat on the rug right in front of me, but he made sure I was there with him the entire time. He’d reach back and touch my leg, turn around and smile or turn around and just simply say Mom and see that I was there and then be fine to continue sitting. I am very excited that he sat there the entire time. Baby steps.
Day 1 was having a death grip on me, often hiding his face or climbing up me like somebody was going to snatch him up.
Day 2 was just sitting on my lap but keeping a hold of my fingers.
Day 3 was sitting right in front of me and keeping good track of me.
Storytime also does a good job of wearing him out and allowing him to come home and take a good nap. He also lays down on his own after this. Odd. Why does he lay down so easily on his own after being gone, but when we are home together all morning nap time is a nightmare.
failed pictures
Yesterday was a nightmare day for me and C. The day started out good, but I should have known it was going to go downhill when he only took a 20 minute nap. I tried and tried to get him to sleep longer but it was not working. He was done and up and ready to go, with a crabby, whiny attitude. I started the list of bribes almost immediately. If he took his pictures today at brother’s school I’d give him 5 bucks to buy a snack, he could go to Gramma and Papa’s, he could pick brother up AT his classroom instead of waiting outside for him, he could go to the park, he could have stickers and the list went on.
Bath time was our first step, which is normally a very easy step. He loves bath time and often takes bath 2 or 3 times a day. Sometimes he’ll just decide in the middle of the day he wants to take a bath. Into the tub he went, we filled the tub up and I was just stepping out of the bathroom to grab something when he starts screaming hysterically. Back into the bathroom I go and he’s screaming and pointing into the water. Aaaah…… floaties. Fantastic. Could it have been just one big poop, oh heck no, it’s the (what we’re used to) constipated pebble poop, many many of them floating around and sinking to the bottom. So thus starts the process of draining the tub. For most this is an easy thing, for us…. it takes FOREVER. We have the worlds slowest draining tub, which I really need to get fixed…. somehow. So it takes a good 10-15 minutes to drain the tub. Then I scooped all those lovely little poops out, scrubbed the tub and started all over with fresh water. All was well, we finished the bath quickly and hopped out.
After getting out he did his routine of being his normal self and running around naked and refusing to get a diaper on and such. So after I MADE him stand there to get lotion on and next thing I know he spits up all down the front of him. Fabulous! This just gets more exciting by the minute! So after another sponge bath, more lotion, finally getting dressed, hair combed and sprayed and ready to go, we packed the bag and we were set. This would be easy right….. we’d just walk in, sit down, have a picture and get all those bribes I’d promised him.
WRONG!
He was very excited on the way to the school, he was getting his picture taken and he had his little packet with him. He’d told me numerous times how he was going to smile and that he was going to say cheese. The first problem there was it was high school age girls taking the pictures, they weren’t REALLY into it, they didn’t act like they wanted to be there and honestly if you’re going to take pictures of KIDS, you HAVE to be into it. It’s kinda a job requirement I’d say.
So C climbs up onto the blocks that are there, sits down and is completely expressionless. He wouldn’t even look at the camera, he just looked the other way and completely ignored everybody. A few times he’d look over at the camera and stick his tongue out. One girl walked over to him and showed him her “tickle monster”, he glared at her. She completely left the area. hahaha He must have frightened her! I tried reverse pyschology telling him NOT to smile, which normally works, but given the new environment he didn’t care at all that I was even talking to him. I pulled bribes out of his bag and he just ignored me. One other girl said something to him, asked him to please smile or something and that’s when he lost it. Reached his arms out and cried Momma I’m done.
There were numerous times, had the girl been paying attention, she could have taken A picture, any picture. A picture of his mischievous little grin would have been fine with me. Even him looking away could have been cute, but oh well. Guess it’s my turn to try.
