Rainbow Connection

For several weeks now we've incorporated a YouTube video into our Patrol routine. I'm not sure how it started, but each and every night we've watched this video and now we've both learned the lyrics pretty well. Jack is quite the little singer.

Learning about this big kid thing

I told Jack to get out of the buffet where the "nice" dishes are stored. Since I spoke loudly, he started crying and saying; "I want my Daddy." Realizing that maybe he just needed a little cuddling from mom, I asked him to come sit with me in his room. He got his lovey out of the closet for some comfort. I told him to put it back, but he said "I needa get my cryings off," as he wiped his eyes.

At lunch, Maggie was making baby noises . Jack will sometimes pick up on things she "says" and ask if I heard that. I told him. "I hear her." He responded; "I like to hear." Yeah, me too, Jack.

Jack can tend to get a bit hyper when he needs to use the bathroom. I'd told him to use the potty, he'd asked why ...
Mom to Jack; "You're going nuts."
Jack "I fought I was going pee."

In the car, with his peanut butter and cracker snack ...
"Do you like those crackers a lot?"

"I do because peanut butter is yummy, yummy, yummy. I like peanut butter 'cause it's yummy, yummy, yummy lots."

"Dudderspoch" vs. butterscotch.

"Prince-fuu" vs. footprint.

Pulling up to church, Jack lets out a cry. To our questioning of why, he responded; "The sun was brighting me!"

As I was drying my hair, Maggie was observing me from the hallway with her sucker. She started coming into the bathroom, then stopped and looked around as though she'd forgotten something and was trying to remember what it was. She located her sucker, picked it up and then came in the bathroom.

She's on a full menu now - veggies, some fruit, yogurt, cereal, meat. She'll even eat Cheerios!


Leesha had been talking about going to a movie with some friends. By the time it was upon us, she and her friend were trying to figure out which movie, and we started to figure out more and more of this "plan". We discovered that the girls were planning to go to the movie by themselves. We decided to get more involved, and gave her options of movies, limited the time, and informed her that a parent needed to go with them - to the movie, not just the theater. After a lot of hassle, she ended up not going. We now know that we need her to have the who, what, where, when, etc. all figured out before approaching us about events. We've also learned that not everybody is as strict as we are. Go figure!

When Jack said he was done eating, I started to clear his spot and put his bowl in the sink. He got upset, so after we went over what should be said, I put it back on the table. Back in the kitchen, he said; "Fank you for not keep putting it in the sink."

Raw

Last week, Jack was just playing around and took a piece of the fridge off. Immediately, he started to cry and mumbled that he needed to go to bed. I was not angry about the fridge, but he felt terribly guilty. So, I sat down with him and asked him to help me put it back together, which he did. It was so precious to see the raw feelings.

While I was downstairs tending to the laundry, and Jack was upstairs:

"Hey Mom!"

"Yes, Jack?"

"I was a'mos' lossing you."

About an animal in a book: "No! 'S a raccoon. See mom, it says rack-coon." (I should probably add that it was not a raccoon, but I didn't argue with a toddler. We all know how pointless that is.)

"Mom, you know I live right where I live?" Then something about a globe.

After whapping himself in the face with his book, crying, he asks: "Mom, would you read this book?"

"This is yuck." referring to the previously ingested dinner now available for viewing on his bedsheet.

Playing with the phone, Jack picks it up and "talks". I overhear; "Get up and try again." He's repeating the recording that comes on when no call is made. ("...., please hang up and try again.")

Maggie has mastered sitting, and army-crawling; both in one week. She also intentionally moves from sitting to belly in order to crawl. It started mostly a fall, but she did it with enough grace to not cry. It's almost as though she is contemplating the probability of a face plant as she rocks to and fro.

We finally started a Girls Club for some of Leesha's friends. Two came over the first time. We chatted a bit, had a snack and made some bracelets. I realized I need to plan more to do.

Girls and boy

The girls:

Maggie has mostly mastered sitting. And now army crawling. One of our neighbors stopped over last night and thought she was waving. Guess the Omegas I took during my pregnancy did some good.

Leesha is 12. Wow.

The boy:

"'S not boogers, 's snot." Whatever you call it Jack, it's now on the table. Ick.

More on that subject: While running errands, I took a few minutes to feed Maggie in the van. I sat next to Jack. He started picking his nose. I asked; "What are you looking for?" "Boogers." "Did you find any?" "Up dere and dere and dere."

Jack announced the other day; "I'm in time out." I asked why. "I push Maggie over." I asked Jeffry and Leesha if they'd put him in time out and they said no. He exiled himself to time out.

"Rice creepies" instead of Rice Krispies.

"Wha's dis s'posed tabee do?" (What is this supposed to be do?)

"Mom, look at my body!" as he's face-down in Maggie's saucer.

"That be great!" (That'd be great!) echoing what he hears from me sometimes.

The other night; "Jack, what pajamas would you like to wear?" Jack: "My utility belt ones." referring to his Batman pajamas from Grandpa Steve and Grandma Holly. They got them because of an earlier post in which I mentioned that I told Jack he needed to stop running and he replied; "No, I'm Batman. I needa run" or something like that.

Jeffry has a hard time reading books to Jack because they put him to sleep. Yesterday afternoon, he was reading to Jack, and fell asleep. Jack did not know that Dad had fallen asleep and asked; "What happens on the next page?" which woke Dad up.

Well ......

This afternoon, Jack announced; "I needa go muckers!" and took off for the bathroom. I followed him in and helped him balance on the big potty. When I thought he was done, I asked if he was done. He said; "No, I needa make more." Then he peeked under the ring to see what was going on, and states; "It's a Christmas Tree Mucker. It's standing up" of the chunk that was "standing". A good laugh.

Considerate

Feeling under the weather yet again, I intentionally have a very short "to do" list today. Blogging is not on it, but I think I can spare a few minutes .....

Maggie woke up during dinner the other night and I brought her out to join us. I think she's more sensitive to the light than Jack was, and we enjoy watching her try to adjust to lighted areas after she's woken up. Jack noted her struggle and tried to shield her eyes from the light. (Awww.....)

Moments later as I was nursing her, her cold hand touched my stomach and I made a strange noise. Jack asked why, so I told him that Maggie's cold hand had touched my stomach. He then took her other hand and tried to move it away from me. I hope his tendency to be considerate never changes.

Today, Jack brought Maggie some toys after she'd finished her breakfast (oatmeal goo and avocado - yum!). I told him that I wanted to clean her up first, so he went and got a wet wipe and started wiping her hands.

Later, when she spit up a bit, he went and got a wipe again and started to clean her up.

Some Jack-ism's and more

To Maggie: "You wan' a toy? I be right back." and he toddled off to get her some toys.

"Let's get a wet wipe. Mom, Maggie spit on my rug. What she do?"

"She spit up."

"She spit down."

"Welcome and share your life." ????????

Mom to Jack; "You crack me up."

Jack to Mom: "No wan' crack you up."

I got up at 6 to go grocery shopping this morning at Rainbow. I was one of very few customers, so the employees were having a bit of fun. Halfway through my shopping, one of them tells me; "Ma'am, we can't allow you in here with those Cub boxes." referring to the boxes I take with me to bring the groceries home, so I don't collect bags. Since I have taken Jeffry's Superman sweatshirt again, and was wearing that, one of the other employees asked; "So, is it Super-Mom, Super-Woman, .. What?" I replied; "All of the above."

"Hey Leesha, I helping mom clear the table."

Upon discovering that his jeans had torn at the knee; "My pants are broken, see my leg."

"Mom, I touch Dad's game book and I'm sad." (I suspect this is because he feels guilty.)