Headbutting?

My baby, for now, has developed a new disturbing habit. When he gets mad or upset, he headbutts. Originally this was his and daddy's way of saying "hi" (we did this with Thomas too) but it has taken a turn for the worse. No longer is it the cute little ritual it once was. Nor is it a slow soft bump of the foreheads. When Jerry doesn't get his way, you might find him smashing his little head into the wall. Or, in this morning's case, he was trying to smash his head into my leg because I wouldn't pick him up while I was reading my email, and he missed. Yes, my child now has a hole in his head just above his eyebrow (amazingly he hardly bled, but I am sure a nasty bruise is forming). He was aiming for my leg, I think, and hit the corner of the computer keyboard tray instead. Later it was the table, window, and who knows what else is to come. Any suggestions on how to stop this one? I am thinking wrapping his head in pillows might get CPS or DSS called on me....

Lunch is Messy

PB is a staple in our house, and probably most houses are no different. I am sitting here watching my child eat, and I use the word "eat" loosely, and wondering why I continue to feed it to him. Most of it is on his face, shirt, hands, table, and anything else his grubby little fingers touch. Daily we clean PB out of hair, ears, and nose. Looks like we need to add eyebrows and eyelashes to the list today. Here is how we eat PB, or any sandwich, in our house. Mom makes the sandwich. After "amen" the sandwich is dissected to open face. It is then shoved onto fingers like rings and all innards sucked off (jelly is a particular favorite for the slurping noise). After more smearing and sucking, it comes time for the dreaded wipe down. Why do I subject myself to this event on an almost daily basis. You would think by now I would be feeding them something less messy. I guess the inexpensive and easy fix outweighs the mess. And sometimes it is kinda funny, like finding PB up the nose hours later. Time for the power wash...

Mark Your Calendars

We are officially scheduled for the arrival of baby #3. Surgery is on the books for Wednesday, October 3, 2007 at 2:00pm at Rex Hospital with Dr. Dave Henderson doing the procedure. Please keep in mind that calls are preferred over visits. Once we get home, probably Friday or Saturday, that may be a different story. You can be sure that pictures will be posted very soon after. I can't wait for this little bugger to make his arrival, and I am sure he can't wait to meet all these people who already love him to pieces.

Anybody want to tell me how to put up a countdown? I am showing my techno-idiocy at the moment.

Proud Daddy

We have been teaching Thomas to say prayers, and he loves to say them, all the time. It is very apparent that he pays attention to what we say, and retains it. In every prayer he is grateful for and blesses the missionaries, the soldiers, and the Marines. After kids were tucked in last night Tyler pointed out that Thomas says soldiers and Marines and said that makes Tyler a proud Daddy. Once a Marine, always a Marine. At least it is the good stuff Thomas seems to be retaining. The pictures are from Memorial Day when we taught the kids what the special day is all about. We pulled out Tyler's uniforms and let the kids wear pieces of them. Future Marines?

What a Day!

We've all been there... one of those days that just starts bad and keeps going south. One of those days why you wonder why on earth you even bothered to get out of bed.

Today, Thomas was supposed to be reading quietly while I refused to wake up. Then he comes and tells me that he made an orange igloo. Turns out he found the play doh that we threw in the trash and decided to make an igloo. Yes, nice orange play doh all over the kitchen floor. Luckily, I never saw it. When he told me what he had done, I told him to clean it up before I came downstairs. He did a fabulous job and only a tiny little spot was missed. After Thomas's meltdown over what to eat for our rushed breakfast it was time for me to teach. While I was teaching piano, the kids ran everywhere and got into everything. They were dragging the vacuum around by the cord and Jerry was trying to eat the attachments or sing into them. Next thing I know Thomas is telling me Jerry is taking his diaper off. I ignore it for a time, until Thomas informs me that Jerry has pooped on the floor. Mind you I am still trying to teach. Turns out it was just a little spillage from the diaper he took off, but a mess non the less. Next adventure. Jerry climbed onto the table (nothing new there) and dumped the end of the bag of Cheerios onto the table and floor. Then he thought it would be fun to take the videos that were on the table and crush the Cheerios. By the time I was done teaching at 9:30 I was ready to move to the zoo. Things had to be more in control there. I put the boys in their room to play while I put myself in time-out. We had more ups and downs throughout the day, but the worst was over, except for the contact that got lost in my eye for over and hour and a half and finally came out folded over itself three times. Can you blame me for moments of questioning why on earth I am having another (yes, I know it is a little late for that one)? Ah, the joys of mommy-land. Join us next time for the next adventure from our house. Does our day make you feel a little better about yours? If it does, or if our misadventures put a smile on your face, this blog has done its job.