Thursday, October 21, 2010

Coos and Bullies

Life with a preemie and a three year old. Yes, interesting. Colt has finally reached a healthy 8 lbs for a 3 month old baby, and this is a great thing. He is catching up quickly, and spending less time sleeping… already! He is starting to enjoy “talking” and cooing and sometimes I swear words accidently slip out even though I’m sure it is more my/our brains registering it as a familiar word than him actually acknowledging he understands something or has any idea what he is saying at all.

Plans for holidays are starting to come together. Thanksgiving at my mother’s house with her & my stepfather, my sister’s family, my family, and my in-laws. That’s going to be a lot of people for that little house, but we’ve have big groups in small spaces before, and if nothing else, it helps us keep a tight rein on the children. … and let’s have some excitement for the upcoming of Black Friday! Yay! Wonder who is going to step up to watch the kids for us this year? Any volunteers?

Ty has been grappling with how to deal with a bully at school this week, which is sort of interesting and totally heart-breaking at such an early age. He got bit so hard the other day at school that the other boy broke the skin on Ty’s leg through his jeans. Tyler keeps talking to us about it even though the two war wounds he received the other day were the only physical effects he has shown for his trouble this week. Bullies at three… ugh. Not to mention a complete meltdown he had this morning when I tried to get him dressed. A bad mood from him is not uncharacteristic for the morning, but this level of meltdown was. Poor guy, I think he is looking forward to the weekend. I think we will try to take it easy and get some pumpkins.

Tyler has said more than once he wants to be a bunny for Halloween. I think this is the 3rd or 4th costume idea he has had this year. His last was Iron Man, and I was sort of looking forward to that one. I’m not sure how I feel about the bunny. J Boo for Halloween on a Sunday night. I’m not sure we will get a chance to take them trick-or-treating because of the school night. I’m torn about Halloween this year, and I know my time to get ready is counting down.

On a more positive note, we have learned how to exhaust Tyler... Give him a kite, and let him run around the backyard with it for about an hour. This is what happens... And please note, this kid is definitely NOT known for his "relaxing". He is always thinking, and always doing. 

We are definitely willing to take kite donations for anyone who wishes to contribute to the sanity of the parents of a young boy.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

"My Dad Said..."



My son, is quite literally the funniest person I know. I have to admit to frequently stealing his comments and observations and sharing them on facebook.

Yesterday was an interesting day with him, because he was on a very solid lying streak. Luckily, the benefit of a three-year-old’s lies, are that they are pretty easy to pinpoint. Here were yesterday’s doozies! I think this is probably going to be the start of a very frustrating and entertaining phase...

#1. Tuesday October 13, 7:15 am
“My dad said I could have a piece of candy for putting my clothes on.”
I know my husband better than to believe he would bribe our son this early with a piece of candy. When I shared this with Dan, he told me he thought that Tyler misunderstood something he told him. I think the boy knew exactly what dad said to him, and he said to mom.

#2. Tuesday, October 13, 5:45 pm
“My friend Cameron gave me his crackers.”
My response: “I hope that is true.” Tyler had folded up an extra large amount of animal crackers in a napkin. I’d seen his “friend” Cameron playing with some other kids, with very little to no concern for the food Tyler and another boy were focused on. I think Cameron just wasn’t guarding his food the way Tyler thought he should have. J Ty did not let this one slip, until we were out in the car.

I’ve learned another telling sign that he is lying, is he justifies the things he does or wants, that normally he wouldn’t even think of talking about, MUCH more when he is telling us the fibs!

Sneaky boy…