Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Bye bye, Emmett. :(
Tonight at bedtime, Desmond was improvising a little dialogue between himself and Biggest Bear. He gave Biggest Bear a kiss, and Biggest Bear said, "That was a really nice kiss, Desmond."
::record scratch::
Who?
So I asked Desmond what his name was. For a year or so, the answer has been "Emmen" or "Emment." But not tonight. He said quite clearly, "Desmond. Desmond Cooey."
Between this and his asking me to "open" something instead of "opum" it two weeks ago, I think our cute toddlerisms are slowly but surely on their way to being replaced with properly-pronounced words.
He still says "biiiiikggcshchk" and "frokggschchk" and "bookggschchk," though, so I guess we'll be enjoying that while it lasts.
Friday, June 22, 2012
I've been shopping for a new double stroller, just because ours is really big and heavy and, actually, a little bit broken. Babies R Us doesn't have either double I was interested in, but they had the single versions of each. I brought the boys over there today to sit in them and see how they fit. After we tried those, we walked over and tried one of the doubles they did have a display for.
Dexter: I want this one! (the double)
Me: Why?
Dexter: Because I want this one!
Me: Why? What makes this one better than the other ones?
Dexter: Because this one has seats for both of us. I want one with two seats.
(awwwwww)
I told him we would definitely get one with two seats, and he was happy.
So, officially, for the record, Dexter does love his brother. :)
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Almost!
Dexter: I did it! (put his underwear on without getting it backwards)
Mom: You sure did. Good job!
Dexter: Yeah. I think I'm starting to turn into a grown up!
Mom: You are?
Dexter: Yeah! Don't you see how big I am getting? (stands up) Look!
....
Mom: Give me a hug, you almost-grown-up!
Dexter: No! I'm not grown up yet! Stand up.
Mom: (stands up)
Dexter: See? I am not grown up yet.
Mom: But you're getting bigger.
Dexter: Yes.
Glad we got that cleared up. :)
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Bad Dinosaur
Dexter, about to attack Desmond: "I'm a bad dinosaur!"
Mom: Be a gentle bad dinosaur, ok?
Dexter: I'm a BAD dinosaur, and BAD. Dinosaurs. Aren't. Gentle! ::roar::
Mom: Be a gentle bad dinosaur, ok?
Dexter: I'm a BAD dinosaur, and BAD. Dinosaurs. Aren't. Gentle! ::roar::
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
No more Pafowahs!
Today is Wednesday, February 29, and I'm finally ready to say that Wednesday, February 15, 2012 was Desmond's last night sleeping with a pacifier! He was 2 years, 2 months, 3 weeks, and 1 day old.
I was honestly beginning to wonder if we'd ever manage to get rid of it. He was VERY attached to his pacifiers. They have been crib-only since he was about 5 or 6 months old, and he would eagerly go in there to nap or sleep because he knew it meant he could have his pacifiers. He usually had one in his mouth and 2 in each hand. Even though 4 of the 5 were identical, he could tell by mouth feel which was which. In the dark, if you gave him one, he would turn around and tell you, "No. Blue pafowah." (There were 2 blue ones. He could tell them apart. We still can't figure out the differences between them.)
In the end, it was a trip to Tootsie and Pop's house that did it. (That also worked to get Dexter using the potty last summer. I am OK with this trend.)
The first night there, he asked for the pacifiers. I told him, "Tootsie doesn't have any pacifiers." The little negotiator held up his empty hands and said, "Only 2 pafawahs." There was more negotiating, but he ended up going to sleep without them without much fuss, probably because he was so exhausted from being awake and pretty much constantly running around from 7am until 9pm.
The second night, he slept in the big bed at Tootsie's house. He knows there are no pacifiers in big boy beds. Again, his exhaustion helped us along a little.
There were a couple of HORRIBLE nights in there that probably would have been remedied with a pacifier, but by then, we weren't going back.
We decided that he would come home to a big boy bed and that would be the end of it. (I feel like this post should be more about his graduation to a big boy bed. But the pacifier thing is really much more exciting.) He hasn't asked for a pacifier since the weekend.
The downside is that Dexter and Desmond both LOVED hiding under that crib. It was a source of much entertainment. Eventually, their beds will be off the floor, and they'll be able to have fun like that again. Hopefully they won't have outgrown such things (physically or intellectually) by then.
Overall, I think we're all still adjusting. He's only been in his own big boy bed for 4 nights. Last night, he went to sleep at about 10:00, woke up at 11:45 to get himself some milk from the fridge, then woke up again at 1:30 to get more milk from the fridge, then again at 4:30 - more milk and then settled in our bed.
Hopefully multiple nighttime wakings will phase out quickly, and we'll all finally be on the road to more and better sleep. It's been more than 3 years since we've done that consistently, so it really is time.
YAY for big boy beds and YAY for no more pacifiers and hopefully a big YAY for less orthodontia in the future. So proud of my big boy.
I was honestly beginning to wonder if we'd ever manage to get rid of it. He was VERY attached to his pacifiers. They have been crib-only since he was about 5 or 6 months old, and he would eagerly go in there to nap or sleep because he knew it meant he could have his pacifiers. He usually had one in his mouth and 2 in each hand. Even though 4 of the 5 were identical, he could tell by mouth feel which was which. In the dark, if you gave him one, he would turn around and tell you, "No. Blue pafowah." (There were 2 blue ones. He could tell them apart. We still can't figure out the differences between them.)
In the end, it was a trip to Tootsie and Pop's house that did it. (That also worked to get Dexter using the potty last summer. I am OK with this trend.)
The first night there, he asked for the pacifiers. I told him, "Tootsie doesn't have any pacifiers." The little negotiator held up his empty hands and said, "Only 2 pafawahs." There was more negotiating, but he ended up going to sleep without them without much fuss, probably because he was so exhausted from being awake and pretty much constantly running around from 7am until 9pm.
The second night, he slept in the big bed at Tootsie's house. He knows there are no pacifiers in big boy beds. Again, his exhaustion helped us along a little.
There were a couple of HORRIBLE nights in there that probably would have been remedied with a pacifier, but by then, we weren't going back.
We decided that he would come home to a big boy bed and that would be the end of it. (I feel like this post should be more about his graduation to a big boy bed. But the pacifier thing is really much more exciting.) He hasn't asked for a pacifier since the weekend.
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| The big boy bed. Yes, it's a mattress on the floor. Falling out is still an issue. |
The downside is that Dexter and Desmond both LOVED hiding under that crib. It was a source of much entertainment. Eventually, their beds will be off the floor, and they'll be able to have fun like that again. Hopefully they won't have outgrown such things (physically or intellectually) by then.
Overall, I think we're all still adjusting. He's only been in his own big boy bed for 4 nights. Last night, he went to sleep at about 10:00, woke up at 11:45 to get himself some milk from the fridge, then woke up again at 1:30 to get more milk from the fridge, then again at 4:30 - more milk and then settled in our bed.
Hopefully multiple nighttime wakings will phase out quickly, and we'll all finally be on the road to more and better sleep. It's been more than 3 years since we've done that consistently, so it really is time.
YAY for big boy beds and YAY for no more pacifiers and hopefully a big YAY for less orthodontia in the future. So proud of my big boy.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
School Pictures!
This year's school pictures are back, and they.are.great!
Not really a loser in the bunch, and pose 46 is positively irresistible! I am dying to know how they managed to get 2 natural smiles for both poses 54 and 48. Or, heck, how they got a natural smile out of Desmond at all, since he's usually very excited to give you his big "Cheese!" smile whenever he sees a camera.
I do wish they would retire that ugly wicker chair, but it's been around a long time, so I'm not holding my breath.
We spent a ridiculous amount of money on prints, but these were too good not to.
Not really a loser in the bunch, and pose 46 is positively irresistible! I am dying to know how they managed to get 2 natural smiles for both poses 54 and 48. Or, heck, how they got a natural smile out of Desmond at all, since he's usually very excited to give you his big "Cheese!" smile whenever he sees a camera.
I do wish they would retire that ugly wicker chair, but it's been around a long time, so I'm not holding my breath.
We spent a ridiculous amount of money on prints, but these were too good not to.
Friday, February 10, 2012
The shoe saga continues
Remember how we bought expensive shoes because the cheap shoes we bought lasted one whole month?
Well, the expensive shoes lasted 3.5 months. About even, cost-per-day-wise, but I'd very much prefer to buy new shoes because they are outgrown, not because they are destroyed.
Since the toe seemed to be the problem, we went with Keen this time. They are known for their super rugged toe. Bonus: the designs lend themselves to wider shoes, so we didn't need to exclusively look at wide-width shoes (of which there is surprisingly little selection, and none meeting our criteria of rugged toe and waterproof).
I gave him a few choices of style and color, and he picked these rather consistently:
I wasn't confident he would still like them when they got here a mere 3 days later, but he grinned like a fool when I showed him the box. Then when I tried them on him, he excitedly told me he could walk (And run! And jump! And hop!") in them, too!
Even better - they cost $10 less than the expensive 3.5-month shoes. Still more than I hoped to spend on toddler shoes, but not too bad, especially if they last. (And - gasp - maybe even can be handed down?!)
YAY new shoes!
Well, the expensive shoes lasted 3.5 months. About even, cost-per-day-wise, but I'd very much prefer to buy new shoes because they are outgrown, not because they are destroyed.
Since the toe seemed to be the problem, we went with Keen this time. They are known for their super rugged toe. Bonus: the designs lend themselves to wider shoes, so we didn't need to exclusively look at wide-width shoes (of which there is surprisingly little selection, and none meeting our criteria of rugged toe and waterproof).
I gave him a few choices of style and color, and he picked these rather consistently:
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| Keen Skyline Waterproof Multi-Sport Shoe in Drizzle/Black |
I wasn't confident he would still like them when they got here a mere 3 days later, but he grinned like a fool when I showed him the box. Then when I tried them on him, he excitedly told me he could walk (And run! And jump! And hop!") in them, too!
Even better - they cost $10 less than the expensive 3.5-month shoes. Still more than I hoped to spend on toddler shoes, but not too bad, especially if they last. (And - gasp - maybe even can be handed down?!)
YAY new shoes!
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Daddy Unbuckle!
Look at those pouty lips!!
Desmo sat in the (45-degree?) garage for THIRTY minutes tonight, insisting that "Daddy unbuckle" him, despite my many offers to do so during that time.
Desmo sat in the (45-degree?) garage for THIRTY minutes tonight, insisting that "Daddy unbuckle" him, despite my many offers to do so during that time.
Luckily for him, Dennis happened to come home about 15 minutes earlier than usual tonight.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Sunday, January 1, 2012
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