Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Kid Conversation

The Frog clomps into the kitchen this morning while I'm cleaning up breakfast and he has on Jay's heavy hiking boots and a red, grosgrain ribbon mangled around his neck.

The Frog: Bye, Mom! I'm goin' to work!  Can I have a kiss?

Monday, May 30, 2011

May update

I can't believe it's been so long since I've updated!  May has gone by so fast!  I haven't taken many pictures lately, but I have a few (not chronologically, but I'm to lazy to rearrange them...)
 Peach keeps threatening to crawl properly, but is content to flop back down on her belly and army crawl when she wants to go anywhere.  She is starting to pull herself up to standing.  I wonder if she'll learn to walk before she crawls the traditional way.
I love this shot.  The Frog did this :)
 The Frog hasn't had a haircut since November and he often sports a nice rats nest like this.  I finally cut it today.
 First time having the kiddos take a bath together.  Peach loved being in the deep water, but I don't think she loved the constant attention.  This is the only picture I got because by the time I got upstairs with the camera, she had had enough.

We got a backpack child carrier in anticipation of going cool places in the near future.  (hopefully).  We decided to try it out.
The Frog had enough after awhile and decided he'd rather help.  He loves that green fertilizer thing and constantly asks me if he can "mow the lawn" with it.
Peach trying on her new sun hat from Nanie.  It's awesome!  Full coverage and it actually stays on :)
She has the amazing ability to find small scraps of dead foliage to try and choke on whenever we go outside.
For Mother's Day I just wanted a family photo, but I changed into comfy clothes for a nap after church and didn't want to be in them anymore.  Peach didn't either...
This one's pretty cute, no?

Every time I leave The Frog downstairs to put Peach down to sleep, I come downstairs and The Frog has begun munching on an apple from the fridge.  He never finishes them though, so I save them in the fridge in a plastic bag for next time.  Next time, he always gets a new one...
Out for a family stroll on a nice day.

Friday, May 6, 2011

Running Through Sprinkles

   Yesterday, The Frog wanted to go swimming, right at the time I was supposed to start making dinner.  He had remembered the blow up swimming pool from last summer and he wanted me to set it up, but I explained that we couldn't because it takes too long to set up and the water would be too cold unless we could let it sit out in the sun all day.  Well, he was quite upset so I told him we could run through the sprinklers instead.  He seemed a little confused but I reassured him that this was normal behavior and went upstairs to get his swim suit.
    He told me "I'll wait right here on this towel, mom,"  referring to our new kitchen rug that I guess he thinks looks more like a towel.
    By the time I came downstairs with his suit, he was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, "I got the sprinklers, mom!"  While I was upstairs, he decided instead of waiting on the towel, he would help with the preparations- he had pushed a chair up to the cupboard and got out a bottle of our rainbow sprinkles :)

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Cute Speach

The Frog believe it or not seems to say most words pretty accurately (at least to my ears... I've had friends say that can't understand him at all! haha) but there are some things that are so cute and I want to remember them.  Humor me.

For the past month, every time he says something cutely (and if I notice) I've been emailing myself.  This is most assuredly not a complete list and I reserve the right to add to it later.  Don't feel like you need to check back.

puff = elephant (actually, he says this correctly now, but he used to say this and I don't want to forget.  I think he got it from the noise they make?)
ageller = together
steeerns = stairs
fah-der = father
tree-aya = tiara
I'm wery busy, mom = I'm very busy, mom
sloller = stroller
ginks, gink you = Thanks, Thank you
poo-der =computer
netfix = Netflix
prize= surprise
Logurt = yogurt
lellow = yellow
ceratops = triceratops
T-Rack = T-Rex
sider = spider
Old macDonald = McDonald's
May-doe head = Mr. Potato Head, similarly, a potato is a "may-doe"


When he's mad at me he always says "I'm gonna make a BIG MESS!!"
He's also started to use phrases he hears me say as excuses for himself.  For example, at night when he wants to do certain rowdy or time intensive things I'll tell him "it's too late" to do that.  Now, whenever I try to change his diaper he informs me that "it's too late" to change him.  I also tell him to keep certain toys off the ground because I don't want Peach to choke on them.  Now, whenever she's playing with something he wants to play with, he'll snatch it out of her hands and claim that "she'll choke on it!"
Lately, at nap time, he'll inform me that "the moon is going down and the sun is coming up!" as proof that it's not time to sleep.  My favorite is when he says it like this:


The Frog: Mom!  I think I hear something!
Me:  You do?
The Frog:  I think I hear the sun coming up!



Sorry, this one's long...

Today I discovered something I hope none of you have to learn about first-hand.

Never put a disposable diaper in the washer with your laundry.
Especially a dirty one...

Why?  Why would I put a dirty, disposable diaper in the washer with my laundry?

I didn't.

It all started last Friday night.  It was a normal night for our family.  I had just nestled myself comfortably in my soft, cool sheets, a bit later than I anticipated.  After reaching that fuzzy phase where I can sense that I'm going to dream pieces from the movie I just watched/book I've been reading/project I've been working on when I heard a frantic wail from The Frog's room.

Still normal.

I go into The Frog's room, expecting the usual "it's-not-morning-yet,-please-go-back-to-sleep.-I-love-you-goodnight," but as soon as I came into the room and saw a scrawny, shadowy figure standing on his bed, I knew something was different tonight.

The Frog: My elbow! My elbow!!!!  I hurt my elbow!!!

I decide to turn on the light.
*click*
I turn around and, to my surprise, this shadowy figure is now just a helplessly despairing and completely naked little boy.  Of course my initial response:

Me: Where are your clothes?
The Frog: My elbow!! My ellllbooooowwwww huuuuurrrrttttsssss!

I still don't really know what was wrong with his elbow (slept on it funny?), but I picked up that shaky little boy, slipped on a new diaper and pjs, discovered the old ones in a heap on his bed, just out of reach to a sopping mess.  New bedding later, The Frog finally seems to have overcome his ailment and declares:

"I walk carefully back to bed now".

Good idea.

That's it.  The next day was our fun Easter Egg Hunt and that night, I decide to check on The Frog before going to bed to make sure all is dressed.

All wasn't.

Now what?  Never wake a sleeping Frog- that's what I always say.  So Jay and I put on our stealthy spy hats and performed operation: replace-diaper-to-the-light-of-a-cell-phone-without-waking-toddler-and-call-it-good.  RDLCPWWTCIG for short.

Operation RDLCPWWTCIG was a miraculous success and we went to bed confident.

Hours later I was woken by, yet again, a naked toddler who at least didn't need new bedding.  I was able to get him to put on pants, but he refused the shirt.  (Hence the shirt-less Easter morning pics.)

The next night I finally told him to stop taking off his clothes (which he ignored...) and had to yet again change his bed and clothes.

The next night (Tuesday), when I redressed him he told me that this time he put his old diaper in the garbage and his old pjs in the hamper.  I admit, in an odd, twisted way, I was somewhat pleased.  But I should have thought to ask, "what happened to your pjs and diaper from last night?"

I found out.

Long story less long- he put them all in the hamper and somehow I missed the diaper when I moved his things to the washer.

I blame sleep deprivation...

After the cycle, I opened the washer door and my first thought was,
"Oh no!  What's that smell?!  Is our washer growing mildew or something?"

As I started transferring the clothes, I saw it: a huge, gelatinous mass of what looked like clear polenta.  Or instant tapioca.
And then I saw another pile.
And tapioca sprinkles decorated the rest of the contents.
And then I saw the culprit-
a diaper which had been spun to death and could no longer fulfill its containment duties.

After shaking out all the clothes, and using dozens of paper towels, disinfectant and baby wipes inside the washer and on the tile floor, (okay I admit it, I couldn't help but notice how dirty the grout was and kept going...) I finally threw everything back in to be rewashed.  Everything meaning the clothes.

And now you know what happens when you wash a dirty disposable diaper.

The end

(Or not?  For those of you who care, that last night written of was the last *knock on wood* of the nudity incidents.  I finally threatened to take away his movie watching privileges and he got the hint.)