Showing posts with label it's a good thing they're so cute. Show all posts
Showing posts with label it's a good thing they're so cute. Show all posts

Friday, June 30, 2017

On Lessons in Detachment

So, last November this happened:
:(
I'll give you 6 guesses who caused this, and the first 5 don't count.

Dominic aka Conan the Destroyer was sitting on my lap while I was slowly sipping my morning cup of consciousness and attempting to have a rational conversation with Katie, when he lunged forward at light speed and knocked the bally thing off the table.  The worst of it is that Katie and I were both RIGHT there -- but he was so dang quick that we could only watch in horror as the mug landed with a heart-rending smash.

What makes it so sad is that this was my china shepherdess:  it was given to me when I was a student in Gaming, Austria, and had survived a transatlantic flight and several moves over the last 20 years.  I loved the shape and used it for my morning cuppa every day.  The kids all respected it and wouldn't touch it, lest it get broken.  I think Katie mourned over it as much as I did.

Well, all things must pass away, I suppose.  And really, you can't get angry with a baby.  It's not allowed.

So I got out the super glue and patched it back together so I could at least keep it as a reminder of that amazing semester.
It's not usable for its inteded purpose, however.

Enter My Hero, Mr. Pickles.

He did extensive research to try to find a mug to replace my Austrian one.  He couldn't find an exact match, but he came pretty close!
and not one, but TWO!
He is so good to me. :)

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Joseph's room

We recently moved Joseph out of the crib and into a toddler bed. It was time. For one thing, he had broken at least one screw -- possibly two -- on the frame during his early morning calisthenics (which involved jumping up and down as high as he could, or else shaking the side bar as hard as he could). It's really amazing that the thing was still together, and hadn't collapsed on him during some night.

what little boys do to *coughtwentyyearoldmattressescough*

So, now he's in his own little bed (complete with fluffy new mattress). It's nice b/c I can actually reach in to kiss him goodnight now (his younger sibling was preventing me from doing that in the crib). And for a while, he didn't realize that he could get out of his bed by himself. He would sit groggily in his bed and wait for someone to come get him after he woke up. We hoped this illusion would last a while... until MIRIAM showed him he could get out of his bed all by himself, and LEAVE HIS ROOM when he woke up! Grrrrr! I think I'm going to show him how he can jump on her first thing in the morning when he wakes up. Ha ha, just kidding. (mostly)

One morning (on a weekend, naturally) Mr. Pickles and I were awakened at 6:25 am by the sound of: pitter-patter-pitter-patter-RATTLERATTLE-pitter-patter-pitter-patter-RATTLERATTLE as Joseph was stomping back and forth between our bedroom doorknobs, trying to figure out which one he could open (they both have babyproof doorknob covers). Finally Mr. Pickles, God bless him, stumbled over to a door and opened it, to be greeted immediately by "Mlilk? Ceweal? Mlilk? Ceweal?" I'm totally teaching him how to wake up his sisters first. (Actually, he usually does that anyway, since when he wakes up he pounds on his door and yells, "May-yum! Tay-tee! May-yum! Tay-tee!" until one of them gets up and goes to play with him -- or lets him into MY room, grrr. )

Then one afternoon after we put him down for his nap, I kept hearing a bedroom door opening and slamming. I thought it was one of the girls (specifically, Katie) being thoughtless, but when I went to check, neither of them was upstairs. It was Joseph, the little stinker, NOT in bed sleeping, but trying to work up the courage to come downstairs even though he hadn't slept yet. I explained the situation to him, and although he made a couple passionate and principled counter-arguments, I think I made my point. At any rate he eventually fell asleep. However, when I went to get him out of bed later, I couldn't get in the room b/c he had figured out how to LOCK HIS DOOR, through the babyproof doorknob cover we put on it!!! This kid has got some talent. So I had to take apart the doorknob to open his door, since I couldn't find a screwdriver both strong and skinny enough to unlock it via the little hole from the outside. When I put it back together I fixed it so that the lock won't work. Hopefully. Mr. Pickles suggested I turn it so that the lock is on the OUTSIDE. There's a lot of merit in that idea, since he already broke one knob cover.

But his new bed is cute, don't you think?
note car blankie head bumper (thank you Great Auntie Sweeney!) and toy car on pillow (usually he insists on sleeping with a truck too)

Oh, does anyone have an idea for where I could find some wall-stickies of cars and/or trains, preferably not Disney or Thomas-themed? And which won't cost me $80?

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Note to new parents of boys

When your sweet baby boy goes off to a room to play by himself,

and you hear him making happy banging noises,

and then all of a sudden it gets quiet,

very quiet,

SUSPICIOUSLY quiet,



Go Check On Him.


Run, don't walk.

...and bring your camera, just in case.