This morning I handed Tucker three new pairs of shorts to try on, the fist pair was plaid.
"Mom, this fits perfectly! Is it kind of camouflaged for when you go into a place with a bunch of squares?"
Showing posts with label Tucker. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tucker. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Me llamo Tuh-Tuh
I have a notebook for each child that I bought last year when I was pregnant with Austen. I had grand ideas of writing to each one on a regular basis. Insert Mommy Fail. I have written to Tucker and Chloe once, and Austen's book only contains his footprints from his first week of life. Sigh.
After I realized I was not fulfilling my intention of filling the books of heartfelt words to each of them, I decided I would have just one notebook for all of the kids and I would fill it with all of the funny and sweet one-liners they come up with. Insert Mommy Fail #2.
The problem with this is that I forget in the moment, it never gets written down and then inevitably I forget what was even said. That makes me sad, that I'm forgetting some of the hysterical, smart, quirky things they come up with because my notebook is out of sight, out of mind.
Enter my computer. My laptop sits open in our living room on an end table and is on all day long. I hop on and off throughout the day to check email or Facebook so I think I may be able to post all of the things originally intended for the notebooks. I will tag them with each child's name involved in said conversation or story so they can easily be found later.
Which brings me to this mornings "ism" as I like to call them. This one was a Tuckerism..
I was in the rocking chair this morning with all three kids and we were trying to get Austen to say their names.
Me: Austen, can you say "Tucker?"
Austen: (pointing at Tucker) Tuh-Tuh
Me: Tucker! Austen just said your name!!!
Tucker: (raising one eyebrow) Was he speaking Spanish?
After I realized I was not fulfilling my intention of filling the books of heartfelt words to each of them, I decided I would have just one notebook for all of the kids and I would fill it with all of the funny and sweet one-liners they come up with. Insert Mommy Fail #2.
The problem with this is that I forget in the moment, it never gets written down and then inevitably I forget what was even said. That makes me sad, that I'm forgetting some of the hysterical, smart, quirky things they come up with because my notebook is out of sight, out of mind.
Enter my computer. My laptop sits open in our living room on an end table and is on all day long. I hop on and off throughout the day to check email or Facebook so I think I may be able to post all of the things originally intended for the notebooks. I will tag them with each child's name involved in said conversation or story so they can easily be found later.
Which brings me to this mornings "ism" as I like to call them. This one was a Tuckerism..
I was in the rocking chair this morning with all three kids and we were trying to get Austen to say their names.
Me: Austen, can you say "Tucker?"
Austen: (pointing at Tucker) Tuh-Tuh
Me: Tucker! Austen just said your name!!!
Tucker: (raising one eyebrow) Was he speaking Spanish?
Monday, September 5, 2011
Blue Gravy and Guilt by Dr. Seuss
Not really by Dr. Seuss, but Tucker has decided that every book is written by Dr. Seuss. I can read the title to any book and Tucker will follow it with, "by Dr. Suess."
Me: Tonight's book is Goodnight, Moon
Tucker: by Dr. Seuss
Big Seuss fans in this house, I tell ya.
Where was I? Oh yeah. Just the wee bitty small announcement that baby Gravy is a BOY! I had my sonogram weeks ago and it has taken me this long to post about it (enter Guilt, stage left). It's true. Your first baby, you document every detail with words and pictures. Every single month on the 21st, I would sit down after Tucker was in bed and write in his baby book the happenings of that particular month.
Um, Chloe's name isn't even written in hers yet and we don't have 1/8 of the pictures of her. I have no idea how old she was when she got her first tooth and can't even recall her first word. Terrible! And, apparently this will only get worse for Gravy. The other two kids had blogs of their own pretty much as soon as the pregnancy test told me they were coming and poor Gravy is just lumped into the family blog. And belly pictures? P'shaw! I have taken ONE belly picture, whereas I documented my expanding waistline every two weeks with the other two, starting at 12 weeks.
Observe: Gravy Belly at 18 weeks (and most of this belly is more due to poor choices, like actual gravy, than Baby Gravy. Ironic.)
The sonogram showdown: Ryan missed it. Typical Ryan, he didn't leave work in time and missed the whole thing. So, I"m laying there, feeling like I'm having a girl and am watching Gravy like a hawk trying to get a glimpse of the nether region. I saw what I thought were the 3 lines indicating girl a few times but the sonographer said nothing. Finally, I said, "I already saw what the baby is, so if you're waiting to tell me until my husband gets here, there's no need." She looked surprised and said she hadn't even looked yet and always waits until the very last to make sure she has gotten all the views of the other organs she needs for the report. She then starts investigating gender and points out the scrotum and penis to me. What?!
I was so surprised! Shows how much I know! It was really fun to be so surprised and proven wrong ( you will NEVER hear me say that again, by the way), I seriously could not stop smiling all day! Here are the pictures and a video we got of Gravy...from the profile picture, I think we are going to have another mini-Ryan!
And here is how I told Tucker and Chloe they are getting a baby brother. Please excuse the sing-song preschool teacher voice and inflections, it cannot be helped. ha
It's a Baby Brother!
*disclaimer #1: yes, this video takes place on a bed, which I realize seems totally weird to those who don't know how my parents' house works. Their bedroom is the size of a living room and is kind of Grand Central Station in their house, it's where we all hang out.
*disclaimer #2: I have never taught Tucker that girls and boys should choose certain colors as their favorite, he has determined this on his own and insists that is how it should be. If he loves pink tomorrow, that's A-Okay with me. Oh, and my mom painted his toenails once and I thought it was cute even though he hated it and wanted it off right away. Gender roles, shmender roles.
Me: Tonight's book is Goodnight, Moon
Tucker: by Dr. Seuss
Big Seuss fans in this house, I tell ya.
Where was I? Oh yeah. Just the wee bitty small announcement that baby Gravy is a BOY! I had my sonogram weeks ago and it has taken me this long to post about it (enter Guilt, stage left). It's true. Your first baby, you document every detail with words and pictures. Every single month on the 21st, I would sit down after Tucker was in bed and write in his baby book the happenings of that particular month.
Um, Chloe's name isn't even written in hers yet and we don't have 1/8 of the pictures of her. I have no idea how old she was when she got her first tooth and can't even recall her first word. Terrible! And, apparently this will only get worse for Gravy. The other two kids had blogs of their own pretty much as soon as the pregnancy test told me they were coming and poor Gravy is just lumped into the family blog. And belly pictures? P'shaw! I have taken ONE belly picture, whereas I documented my expanding waistline every two weeks with the other two, starting at 12 weeks.
Observe: Gravy Belly at 18 weeks (and most of this belly is more due to poor choices, like actual gravy, than Baby Gravy. Ironic.)
The sonogram showdown: Ryan missed it. Typical Ryan, he didn't leave work in time and missed the whole thing. So, I"m laying there, feeling like I'm having a girl and am watching Gravy like a hawk trying to get a glimpse of the nether region. I saw what I thought were the 3 lines indicating girl a few times but the sonographer said nothing. Finally, I said, "I already saw what the baby is, so if you're waiting to tell me until my husband gets here, there's no need." She looked surprised and said she hadn't even looked yet and always waits until the very last to make sure she has gotten all the views of the other organs she needs for the report. She then starts investigating gender and points out the scrotum and penis to me. What?!
I was so surprised! Shows how much I know! It was really fun to be so surprised and proven wrong ( you will NEVER hear me say that again, by the way), I seriously could not stop smiling all day! Here are the pictures and a video we got of Gravy...from the profile picture, I think we are going to have another mini-Ryan!
It's a Baby Brother!
*disclaimer #1: yes, this video takes place on a bed, which I realize seems totally weird to those who don't know how my parents' house works. Their bedroom is the size of a living room and is kind of Grand Central Station in their house, it's where we all hang out.
*disclaimer #2: I have never taught Tucker that girls and boys should choose certain colors as their favorite, he has determined this on his own and insists that is how it should be. If he loves pink tomorrow, that's A-Okay with me. Oh, and my mom painted his toenails once and I thought it was cute even though he hated it and wanted it off right away. Gender roles, shmender roles.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Tucker Update
Tucker is really starting to develop his imagination. The other day we were driving in the car and for the first time he saw shapes in the clouds. "Mama! A dinosaur in the clouds!" He was so excited and then just a minute or so later he saw an airplane shape. It totally reminded me of my childhood, I remember laying in the yard looking at the clouds for what seemed like hours finding different shapes.
He is also big into pretending to be a dinosaur, and let me tell you, he can be pretty scary when he does it! He curls his toes under, makes his hands into claws, stomps loudly and gets a very convincing grimace on his face. And lest I forget, a growl that often petrifies his sister! I will try to get it on video (and be better overall about posting pics and videos!).
He channels that dinosaur attitude on occasion when he is unhappy with me. Yesterday he dared to point his finger in my face while scowling and talking very sternly to me. Mama don't play that game. I told him to sit in time out, that I would not be talked to that way. When he refused, I calmly picked him up and started carrying him to his room for time out. That is when he decided it would be a (not so) wise decision to hit/slap me three times in the face. Um, no sir. He earned himself a few well-deserved spankings and came out the other end much more pleasant and agreeable. Nothing wrong with a little attitude adjustment delivered via hand to the bottom.
He is starting preschool at the end of the month and I don't know who is more excited, me or him! I am so excited for him to interact with other littles and make some friends in our new town. I know he is going to flourish in school, as was evidenced today by his interaction with a few other kids at a store. This store has a play area for kids and he was so friendly and polite to the others, he introduced himself and asked their names and then played cooperatively. I was so proud of him for being outgoing and friendly. I am so pleased that he doesn't seemed to be plagued with the shyness that Ryan and I have/had.
He loves the baby soooo much! Every day, he tells me he loves the baby (well, he also tells me he loves his peepee every day, already penis obsessed at the ripe age of 3!) and gives my belly a hug and a kiss. He insists the baby is a girl, he won't even entertain the thought that it may be a boy. He also tells me how much he loves me every day and gives me multiple kisses, hugs and tickles throughout the day, which I soak up as I know this stage won't last forever! He is such pure joy, I am so very lucky to be his Mommy.
He is also big into pretending to be a dinosaur, and let me tell you, he can be pretty scary when he does it! He curls his toes under, makes his hands into claws, stomps loudly and gets a very convincing grimace on his face. And lest I forget, a growl that often petrifies his sister! I will try to get it on video (and be better overall about posting pics and videos!).
He channels that dinosaur attitude on occasion when he is unhappy with me. Yesterday he dared to point his finger in my face while scowling and talking very sternly to me. Mama don't play that game. I told him to sit in time out, that I would not be talked to that way. When he refused, I calmly picked him up and started carrying him to his room for time out. That is when he decided it would be a (not so) wise decision to hit/slap me three times in the face. Um, no sir. He earned himself a few well-deserved spankings and came out the other end much more pleasant and agreeable. Nothing wrong with a little attitude adjustment delivered via hand to the bottom.
He is starting preschool at the end of the month and I don't know who is more excited, me or him! I am so excited for him to interact with other littles and make some friends in our new town. I know he is going to flourish in school, as was evidenced today by his interaction with a few other kids at a store. This store has a play area for kids and he was so friendly and polite to the others, he introduced himself and asked their names and then played cooperatively. I was so proud of him for being outgoing and friendly. I am so pleased that he doesn't seemed to be plagued with the shyness that Ryan and I have/had.
He loves the baby soooo much! Every day, he tells me he loves the baby (well, he also tells me he loves his peepee every day, already penis obsessed at the ripe age of 3!) and gives my belly a hug and a kiss. He insists the baby is a girl, he won't even entertain the thought that it may be a boy. He also tells me how much he loves me every day and gives me multiple kisses, hugs and tickles throughout the day, which I soak up as I know this stage won't last forever! He is such pure joy, I am so very lucky to be his Mommy.
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Skidmarked Swimsuit
Funny title to a not-so-funny moment. And, yes, I am surprised and grateful there was no actual crapping of the swimsuit.
I took the kids to the Haysville swimming pool today with my sister-in-law, Casey, and her two children. We were all playing in the baby pool when I looked over and Chloe is under the water in a squat position with her arms flailing above. I quickly rushed over to where she was (about three feet from me) and pulled her up. Luckily, she had been holding her breath and she wasn't under very long, but it was enough to startle me. She immediately told me she needed a towel (love that girl sooo much!). Let's call that the Skidmark Incident.
About an hour later, I decided I was going to leave Chloe with Casey and take Tucker on the slide in the deeper kiddie pool. As I was hoisting my pregnant self out of the pool and getting Tucker out, Casey calls for me in a panicked voice. I turned around to find Chloe on her back as if she was doing the backfloat, but she was about a foot under the water and had a look of fear and panic on her face. She had her eyes and mouth open and I could tell she was taking water in. I jumped in as fast as I could and pulled her up. She started coughing up water immediately and was very upset. She was glued to me for a good ten minutes after that. It was so scary, I can't imagine if we hadn't noticed for a few more seconds. Let's call that the I Almost Baked Brownies In My Swimsuit Incident.
Just shy of an hour of closing time, they made everyone evacuate the pool in search for a rumored Pool Poop (no, it wasn't me). We decided it was time to leave at that time and got the kids changed and made our way out. BOTH of my children, despite knowing better, took off in the parking lot. Oh.no.they.didn't. Trouble. BIG TROUBLE. As if I wasn't already stressed enough over Chloe's near-drownings, having two children run in opposite directions in a parking lot was enough to send me to the grave. I did my usual "STOP!". Tucker listened, Chloe did not. She kept going, making her way to the nearby sand volleyball pit. I ran after her and grabbed her firmly by the arm, scolded her and gave her a swat on her bottom. I hurt her feelings and she cried but running in a parking lot simply will not be tolerated. Too much can happen and all of the scenarios make me ill to even think about. And let's call that the I Will NEVER Take the Kids to a Public Pool by Myself Ever Again Incident. From now on, the adult/child ratio must be 1:1 before I will ever consider doing that again. Too much can be lost in such a short amount of time. Not worth it.
Tonight is a night I really wish I could have a glass of wine.
I took the kids to the Haysville swimming pool today with my sister-in-law, Casey, and her two children. We were all playing in the baby pool when I looked over and Chloe is under the water in a squat position with her arms flailing above. I quickly rushed over to where she was (about three feet from me) and pulled her up. Luckily, she had been holding her breath and she wasn't under very long, but it was enough to startle me. She immediately told me she needed a towel (love that girl sooo much!). Let's call that the Skidmark Incident.
About an hour later, I decided I was going to leave Chloe with Casey and take Tucker on the slide in the deeper kiddie pool. As I was hoisting my pregnant self out of the pool and getting Tucker out, Casey calls for me in a panicked voice. I turned around to find Chloe on her back as if she was doing the backfloat, but she was about a foot under the water and had a look of fear and panic on her face. She had her eyes and mouth open and I could tell she was taking water in. I jumped in as fast as I could and pulled her up. She started coughing up water immediately and was very upset. She was glued to me for a good ten minutes after that. It was so scary, I can't imagine if we hadn't noticed for a few more seconds. Let's call that the I Almost Baked Brownies In My Swimsuit Incident.
Just shy of an hour of closing time, they made everyone evacuate the pool in search for a rumored Pool Poop (no, it wasn't me). We decided it was time to leave at that time and got the kids changed and made our way out. BOTH of my children, despite knowing better, took off in the parking lot. Oh.no.they.didn't. Trouble. BIG TROUBLE. As if I wasn't already stressed enough over Chloe's near-drownings, having two children run in opposite directions in a parking lot was enough to send me to the grave. I did my usual "STOP!". Tucker listened, Chloe did not. She kept going, making her way to the nearby sand volleyball pit. I ran after her and grabbed her firmly by the arm, scolded her and gave her a swat on her bottom. I hurt her feelings and she cried but running in a parking lot simply will not be tolerated. Too much can happen and all of the scenarios make me ill to even think about. And let's call that the I Will NEVER Take the Kids to a Public Pool by Myself Ever Again Incident. From now on, the adult/child ratio must be 1:1 before I will ever consider doing that again. Too much can be lost in such a short amount of time. Not worth it.
Tonight is a night I really wish I could have a glass of wine.
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