I keep meaning to write down an official list of Connor's words to date, but I keep forgetting. Since I haven't written about anything else over the past week or so, I figure I'll go ahead and do it now.
Connor likes to say, Dada, Dadee, Mama, Cheese, Uh-Oh, Nah?(no), DayDo (Thank you), Sissy (Sippy), Ball, Bye!, Hey!, bubble, side (outside)
Connor can say" Gege (kitty), Glasses, Cookie, no, nose, game, hello, more, nite, juice, outside and bottle, TV, all done, gentle, silly
Connor mostly says, Dadee, Mama, Bye, Hey, Nah, Side, Bubble and Uh-oh
Monday, May 29, 2006
Monday, May 22, 2006
It's hard being Mommy
I've been trying to get the house together like a mad-woman. The nesting instinct is strong and I'm doing all I can to hurry up and get it done. I know I have gobs of time before everything needs to be set up and I have the rest of my life to decorate, but I'm just so anxious to be settled. After living in apartments and rental houses for the past several years, I still stop before putting a nail in the wall to think about the patch job I'm going to have to do when we move out. I guess it hasn't completely sunk in yet.
Because we are officially in a new place and now have the space for it, we've set up the pack and play to begin "Time Out's" for Connor. It just so happens that right about the time that we moved, Connor began his testing phase. So he completely ignores, "No" and does whatever he's doing, again, and again and again and again to see what happens. Now that we have his "Time out" area set up, it basically means that we are just putting him into time out, again and again and again and again and again. He's not much phased by this. I've tried yelling at him. Which he thinks is funny. I'm tried the pop on the hand, which he also thinks is funny. The thing is, there is nothing that you can do to phase the kid. He's just going to keep on keeping on, because certainly stealing a full cup of coffee off of the kitchen table that he has climbed onto is worth sitting alone in his pack and play in the dining room for three minutes. Or five minutes. Or ten minutes. Now he's like, "SWEET! I'm in the pack and play. Now I can continue working on ripping off the floor pad on this thing." Is this a boy thing? Or is this a kid thing? Right when I had gotten the baby thing down now there is something new to learn. How to deal with a toddler. A toddler and is teaching himself how to have full blown throw yourself on the floor and cry because Mommy took the plastic spork away from you. Temper tantrums about not being allow to flush the toliet 15 times in a row. Temper tantrums about coming inside from the yard because it's started raining. By the end of the day I'm ready to throw myself on the floor and cry. How good would that feel? Just to lay on the floor and inconsolably cry until suddenly you were fine enough to wander over and harrass the cat for a while.
What? You think I'm being silly? Just you try to install child proof locks on all of the cabinets with a drill, 20 plasic pieces, 40 screws, a drill, a screw driver and a toddler who wants to either sit in your lap and while pointing at your nose or take advantage of the fact that the cabinet door is open during the project, which is a perfect time to remove everything from the cabinet and take it into the living room for further inspection. Yeah, you'd be wanting to have a temper tantrum too. Or at least a hot bath and some ice cream. Which is tonights method of medication.
It's hard being Mommy.
Because we are officially in a new place and now have the space for it, we've set up the pack and play to begin "Time Out's" for Connor. It just so happens that right about the time that we moved, Connor began his testing phase. So he completely ignores, "No" and does whatever he's doing, again, and again and again and again to see what happens. Now that we have his "Time out" area set up, it basically means that we are just putting him into time out, again and again and again and again and again. He's not much phased by this. I've tried yelling at him. Which he thinks is funny. I'm tried the pop on the hand, which he also thinks is funny. The thing is, there is nothing that you can do to phase the kid. He's just going to keep on keeping on, because certainly stealing a full cup of coffee off of the kitchen table that he has climbed onto is worth sitting alone in his pack and play in the dining room for three minutes. Or five minutes. Or ten minutes. Now he's like, "SWEET! I'm in the pack and play. Now I can continue working on ripping off the floor pad on this thing." Is this a boy thing? Or is this a kid thing? Right when I had gotten the baby thing down now there is something new to learn. How to deal with a toddler. A toddler and is teaching himself how to have full blown throw yourself on the floor and cry because Mommy took the plastic spork away from you. Temper tantrums about not being allow to flush the toliet 15 times in a row. Temper tantrums about coming inside from the yard because it's started raining. By the end of the day I'm ready to throw myself on the floor and cry. How good would that feel? Just to lay on the floor and inconsolably cry until suddenly you were fine enough to wander over and harrass the cat for a while.
What? You think I'm being silly? Just you try to install child proof locks on all of the cabinets with a drill, 20 plasic pieces, 40 screws, a drill, a screw driver and a toddler who wants to either sit in your lap and while pointing at your nose or take advantage of the fact that the cabinet door is open during the project, which is a perfect time to remove everything from the cabinet and take it into the living room for further inspection. Yeah, you'd be wanting to have a temper tantrum too. Or at least a hot bath and some ice cream. Which is tonights method of medication.
It's hard being Mommy.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Who needs sleep?
It's done. We've moved to the new house! The new house currently looks like a bomb has exploded inside but we are making some headway. Connor is helping with the unpacking, (sigh) so the process is really slow.
We've only been here for 5 days but I feel like we've lived here forever. It feels like home. It's so nice to actually have SPACE! We have CLOSETS! We have a PLAYROOM! We have a mouse-free kitchen!
Connor is adjusting quite well, but the cat, not so much. He still wanders around the house yowling in the wee hours of the morning, only content when in the same room that we are in. The problem is, he wants to explore the house and exploring the house removes him from the room that we are in, thus the howling begins. We have a squirt bottle but have discussed purchasing a super-soaker. Hopefully his walnut sized brain will have the house mapped out by the weekend and he'll stop howling. I hope so, we need sleep around here.
We've only been here for 5 days but I feel like we've lived here forever. It feels like home. It's so nice to actually have SPACE! We have CLOSETS! We have a PLAYROOM! We have a mouse-free kitchen!
Connor is adjusting quite well, but the cat, not so much. He still wanders around the house yowling in the wee hours of the morning, only content when in the same room that we are in. The problem is, he wants to explore the house and exploring the house removes him from the room that we are in, thus the howling begins. We have a squirt bottle but have discussed purchasing a super-soaker. Hopefully his walnut sized brain will have the house mapped out by the weekend and he'll stop howling. I hope so, we need sleep around here.
Monday, May 01, 2006
Just shoot me
I haven't been writing that much lately because we've been trying to get everything together for the new house we just bought today! We love it! Unfortunately however, the little one is still sick with his ear infection and had to have his antibiotic changed. I also, have somehow while on an antibiotic for bronchitis managed to aquire a sinus infection which is making me completely miserable. I must not have had one before because I can't remember feeling this miserable, well, since I got my tonsils out, but hell, I expected that and it was for the greater good, so it wasn't so awful. This is awful. I really wanted to be excited about our first house today... but in between the thoughts, of, We just bought a house! We have a yard! We have an upstairs!, were the other thoughts that were generated by my illness. Just shoot me. Ohmygod my face hurts. This sucks. I'm miserable. You know... sick-like thoughts.
So, I'll blog again soon, provided my sinus infection hasn't killed me first. I can't wait to brag about our new place.
So, I'll blog again soon, provided my sinus infection hasn't killed me first. I can't wait to brag about our new place.
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