Monthly Archives: August 2011

Will work for food…

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Today we took an exit and at the end of the exit there was a woman with a sign that said, “Help Me”.

Ethan says, “Mama, what dat lady’s sign say?”

I told him that it said, “help me”

And he said, “what wrong with her? Why she need help?”

I told him she was hoping people in the cars would give her money.

He said, “that lady needs to get a job to make money, like you and daddy.”

I told him some people are having a hard time finding places to work.

He said, “but, but, how she going to find a job if she sitting on the side of the road?”

“I don’t know, baby”

I guess he is my little Republican. Takes after his Daddy.

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At least child labor is free.

Ta-daaaaaa!!

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On Sunday nights, Chris and I watch True Blood at 9pm. This show is somewhat scary for a grown up, let alone a 3 year old.

Now we know little man stays up late, so we always try to prep him for bed on Sundays with a warm bath, to no luck.

He doesn’t like ‘scary things’ so we told him that he had to stay in his room while we watched it and he obeyed.

About 5 minutes before the show ended, we hear, “Mommy! Daddy! Come see what I did!”. So we tell him we will come in a few minutes.

When we enter, he is standing there proudly, with his hands on his hips.

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He said, “ta-daaaaaa!” with a smug little grin on his face and pointed to his train track. (picture taken after the fact)

We both praised him for building such an awesome track and he nodded his head, climbed up on the bed, put his hands in the air and shouted,

“I am a choo choo expert!!”

I never knew I could be so proud of someone for putting train tracks together.

Favorite Color

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Does your kid have a favorite color? Is s/he obsessed with it?

My child does.

Green.

Everything has to be green. Clothes, shoes, bike, toys, blankets, sunglasses and now, as of this morning…green food.

He wanted a green waffle for breakfast. I talked him out of that, since, ya know, waffles are frozen in this house.

For lunch today, he asked for green Mac n cheese. I told him that I only had yellow.

He stood there with his hand on his hips, thought for a moment (you’re not getting outta this one, ma) and said, with a very matter of fact tone,

“da bubba guppies say if you put boo in da well-wo it will make geen!”

Translation: (The Bubble Guppies say if you put blue in the yellow it will make green.)

I guess you can’t argue with that. :-/

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August Mini Vacation

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We just got back from a small 5 day trip to WV. I didn’t have time to update because I was flying solo as a parent for most of those days. Daddy went on his “men only” camping trip on Bald Knob, WV so Mommy and Ethan went to visit grandparents, aunts and uncles.

First we went to a cousin’s birthday party and let me tell you, my child is so in his own world. Each time we are around a large group of children, Ethan could care less, he’d rather play alone.

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“All by myself…I wanna be…all by myself.”
(yes I changed the lyrics)

Although I will say, he had his first piñata experience at this birthday party and it must be innate (piñata instincts?) because little man knew exactly what to do.

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Nobody comes between my boy and his candy. He filled his bag right up.

After the party, he promptly passed out in the car and didn’t wake until morning. (score! I love birthday parties!)

We made it to grandma’s house where Aunt Nikki was visiting from AZ. He was so thrilled to see her than he punched her a few times, spit on her and maybe even bit her. (they have a special love/hate relationship, since birth, no idea why)

I took him to my parents church on Sunday. He didn’t want to be in the nursery with the other kids, so he had to sit with me. (?!?!)
Actually, he behaved pretty well, playing musical laps between me, pap, uncle Sean and gaga.
He even had some things to say. At one point, the preacher said, “and he was dead!”. Ethan shouts out, “who’s dead?! Is he dead? Where the dead?”

And if that wasn’t enough, the preacher says something about “the presence of God!”. Ethan shouts, “where are the presents?! Mommy! He said there are presents from God.”

Sigh.

After church we went out to eat, then a little shopping and back to Gaga and Pap’s for swimming…

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And a little gardening.

Then Uncle Sean dared him to lick a 9 volt battery…

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Which would have been funny, except Ethan had no reaction other than, “yuck”.
Turns out the battery was dead.

The next day, we decided to be adventurous and hit up the Pittsburgh Zoo and Kennywood on the same day. (yes, with a three year old who barely napped!)

After the enormous task of getting ourselves and him out the door, we make it 3 miles down the road and discover we have a flat tire.

Nice.

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I mean, come on, that tire still had some life to it. :/

After some creative planning (hey, dad! Will you fix my car like you did 15 years ago so I can go to the zoo?) and switching cars, we were on our way.

Ethan loved the zoo, but Mommy only took 3 pictures. 1 of which had my child in it.

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There ya go. The Pittsburgh Zoo with Ethan and Aunt Nikki.

After a quick lunch, we made our way to Kennywood.

He rode the Old Mill (Garfield’s Nightmare is the new name, but it will forever be Old Mill to me) and insisted on sitting in the back of the boat with Grandma.

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And there you have it, the only picture from Kennywood.

MOTY right here.

He did ride the Jackrabbit, “hold me tight wif two hands, mommy!” and the Raging Rapids, where we all got drenched by the waterfall as I jumped across the boat to keep my baby from falling out.
He won’t ride that again, until he’s 11. I dont care if he’s tall enough, he slipped right out of that seat!

We also rode some kiddie rides, the Turtle and got some Potato Patch Fries.

Aunt Nikki introduced him to games and won him some toys, then we were on our way.

We spent the next day visiting Great Mammaw and then hanging with Pap and Uncle Sean. Then he “helped” Uncle Kevin build a garage. Kevin let him spread concrete on blocks and Ethan thought he was really doing something.

He was really glad to go home to daddy but screamed OH ONLY ABOUT 3 HOURS in the car that he wanted to go back to see his grandparents.

And that’s where I’ve been the past few days. I’m sure I’ll have more funnies from my boy soon, there were plenty of funny comments this weekend, but I didn’t write them down, so of course I can’t remember. :/

I gotta go now because someone is climbing on me saying
“I’m gonna get you little girl!”

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That’s his finger waving in my face.

Move your butt!

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As I typed the last blog post, Ethan shimmies up here into my lap in the rocking chair. I try to scoot over to make room for him next to me, but his ever growing self is getting too big to sit next to me in the chair. He doesn’t want to sit next to me, he wants to sit ON me.

  • ON my head
  • ON my legs
  • ON my arms
  • ON my chest
  • ON my shoulders

You get the idea…

So I say to him, “Baby, move your butt, you’re squishing me.”

His response, “NO! YOU’RE SQUISHING ME! YOU HAVE THE BIG BUTT! I HAVE THE SMALL BUTT! MOVE YOUR BUTT!”

The Magic Word

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“Mommy! Get me a waffle!”

“Excuse me? If you want something, you have to say the magic word.”

“Meeska-mooska Mickey Mouse!!!!!”

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“no, the mommy magic word.”

“Meeska Mooska Mickey Mouse! Ha ha ha!!”

*I stare at him*

He tilts his head to the side and says, “Please?”

The Best Mommy in the Whole World

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I just finished tutoring a rising 3rd grader. Ethan cries when he leaves and says, “but mommy, why he come here?”

I explained, in the simplified toddler version, as “I am helping him with his homework.”

“Mommy! I want you to help me with my homework!”

So I busted out an old Kindergarten workbook and showed him how to trace some shapes and letters.

‘I know how to do dis! I do dis at school, mommy!’.

*hangs head in shame that this teacher mother has not taught her 3 yr old to read chapter books yet*

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After about 5 minutes of intense workbook working, he exclaims,
“Mommy! You the best mommy in the whole world! Thank you for helping me with my homework too! I like doing homework!”

For some reason, I felt the need to document this statement since I can only imagine in a year or two he will change his tune.