Friday, February 27, 2009

RAG-A-MUFFINS NO MORE


Dylan driving the Ice Cream truck.


Finally, we took the boys into get their hair cut. We were about 3 weeks overdue. (The flu debacle set us back a little!) I always have to psych myself up for haircut day. It is *usually* a CHORE to take them over there and get them to sit still long enough to squeeze in a somewhat respectable haircut! I actually even schedule their appointments during lunch or in the afternoon so that daddy can attend also. I haven't braved up to going it alone - YET. Anyway, today I was pleasantly surprised. Don't you love when that happens?? Dylan did really well. He had to sit in my lap and wouldn't wear the cape, so I will be itchy with tiny baby razor blade hairs all over me all day. But hey, he didn't cry once :) Chase was a trooper. He entertained Dylan by blowing bubbles while he waited his turn. Mrs. Brenda, his usual hairstylist, was off today. I hesitantly went anyway and hoped for the best. I was anticipating a meltdown over some strange new lady cutting his hair. But, you know what? He didn't even mention her name. PHEWW! So, $42 (is that insane?) later we have two clean cut little boys who both look so much older without all the shag!

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Head Banger's Ball

Wasn't that an MTV show, like a million years ago? That title popped into me head - you got me!

I hit an all new "multi-tasking" low today. I played hide-and-seek with Chase while vacuuming. Cruel right? Hey, at least I did eventually go find him.. hee hee.. but I can make that count to 10 last an incredibly LOOOONNNNGGGG time. Sometimes you do what you gotta do!!

So, Dave keeps asking me, "Wasn't Chase talking more at this age?" or "When did Chase start talking?" Dylan IS talking... sort of.... okay, not really. He stumbles upon words, although I don't think he knows yet what he is saying. Chase likes to take on the interpreter role for me and exclaims excitedly, "Momma, Dylan just said CAR! He said his FIRST WORD!!!" According to Chase, Dylan has had approximately 1,347 FIRST words. I have given up and stopped correcting him. It's not that we are tired of his grunting, pointing, motioning and jerking (the kind of jerking a cowboy does to get his horse to giddy-up) because we are not. I am lying - we totally ARE! REALLY sick of it and a very frustrated with his frustration over not being able to communicate. His latest tactic is headbanging. Not the kind you do at a rock concert. I mean, actually banging his head against anything in sight. Dave returned from a snowmobile trip (yes another one-HA) today and commented that Dylan had bruises all over his forehead. "Yup, this one is from when I took away the remote, that one is from when I stopped him from pulling all the **KNIVES** out of the dishwasher (see the previous post), this one is from when he actually bumped his head on the table, etc...." Geez, my sweet, angelic little guy is developing one HOT temper. Turns out both of my boys REALLY, REALLY don't like hearing the word "NO." Hummph -go figure! It is a cruel, cruel world indeed. :(

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Mommy Ears

I can sleep through Dave's snoring, the alarm clock going off, him getting up and getting ready for work in the morning, and my cat meowing in the bathroom for water. But at the sound of little feet padding down the hallway or the slightest little hiccup over the baby monitor and my eyes seem to jerk right open. Have my ears been trained to only hear, not what they necessarily want to hear, but what they need to hear? I call this acutely heightened ability to hear EVERYTHING that pertains to my children "Mommy Ears." I can't say that all my senses have been equally heightened with mommyhood. My eyesight has been, and continues to be, screwy ever since my first pregnancy. But my ears seem like finely tuned instruments these days and I haven't yet decided if this is a good thing or a bad one?

I was woken up last night or actually this morning, at 3:30AM to the distinct sound of Chase's little feet shuffling across the carpet and stopping right under my nose. (Why doesn't he ever go to Dave's side of the bed? **huff**huff**)
"Mommy, I need your help!" he gasped, as if we were in the midst of a crisis.
Well..... actually, we were.
"My night light is BROKEN!!!" Uhh, ohhhh. Night lights are a BIG deal in my house.
OK, THINK! I know I had a package of night light bulbs laying around here somewhere. I actually saw some at the store a few weeks ago and thought "Maybe I should buy some spares. Those bulbs are bound to burn out one of these days." How is that for thinking ahead? I am pretty impressed with myself. I was sort of prepared for this crisis. Now, if I could just remember where I put them? I only had to paw through 2 drawers in my bathroom before finding them. Not bad! Crisis averted. Mommy saved the day... or morning. It only took him 1/2 hour and 2 more feet shuffling along carpet trips to my bedside before he feel back asleep.

This early morning escapade got me thinking that the super human ability to hear your children is a skill that just comes with the "Mommy" territory. We train our ears to be on alert at all time so that we can be ready to jump up and soothe them, even if it is just something as silly (or not so silly, if you're Chase) as a broken night light.