This morning, Nolan was the first child up. I wasn't quite ready with his breakfast. I offered him the choice of two cereals. I held up a box of Frosted Flakes and a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Nolan studied both boxes and then announced, "Cinnamon Coast Trunch".
And he ate every bite!
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
No hockey for me
Last night, while waiting for his favorite show (America's Funniest Videos) to start, TJ was watching the end of the evening news. Sports was on, and they were showing a recap of one of the hockey playoff games. TJ commented, "I am NOT playing hockey when I get older". I was washing dishes and wasn't looking at the television. I just replied, "Yes, that is a hard sport. You have to be able to play the game while you are ice skating." He said, "Yep! And then you have to HUG at the end!" Oh. Well, if that's the issue, I think he might have to eliminate more than just hockey from his future sports!
This is Bill's Facebook status from earlier today:
I still chuckle every time I picture that scene in my head. Only Sam!
This is Bill's Facebook status from earlier today:
I still chuckle every time I picture that scene in my head. Only Sam!
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Strange Night
It is a scientific fact that my children do not sleep as well when Bill is gone. This means, I don't sleep as well! Here's last night in a nutshell:
12:45 a.m. TJ comes in to tell me that he had a bad dream. I pry my eyes open and start my speech. "It's okay. You're awake now. You're safe." I wasn't even done with the third sentence when TJ said, "Okay" and left. I don't know if he wasn't fully awake, or if he thought my attempt at reassurance was boring, but either way, I appreciated the fact that he didn't make me get up.
1:30 a.m. I hear Nolan crying in his sleep. Very unusual. I go in his room, rub his back and ask him what's wrong. He turns over, opens his eyes, and says "Hi. Can I have a drink?" I give him some water, he goes back to sleep. Weird.
5:30 a.m. I hear Nolan crying in his sleep. What's the deal? I go in his room, rub his back, and ask him what's wrong. He turns over, opens his eyes, and says "Is it time to wake up yet?" I tell him no, he says "okay" and closes his eyes. No clue why he was crying.
I'm exhausted from the disrupted sleep and aching for a dear friend who lost her baby over the weekend. If you read this, please say a prayer for Lissa and Rob as they grieve over Hannah. I cannot fathom what they are going through.
12:45 a.m. TJ comes in to tell me that he had a bad dream. I pry my eyes open and start my speech. "It's okay. You're awake now. You're safe." I wasn't even done with the third sentence when TJ said, "Okay" and left. I don't know if he wasn't fully awake, or if he thought my attempt at reassurance was boring, but either way, I appreciated the fact that he didn't make me get up.
1:30 a.m. I hear Nolan crying in his sleep. Very unusual. I go in his room, rub his back and ask him what's wrong. He turns over, opens his eyes, and says "Hi. Can I have a drink?" I give him some water, he goes back to sleep. Weird.
5:30 a.m. I hear Nolan crying in his sleep. What's the deal? I go in his room, rub his back, and ask him what's wrong. He turns over, opens his eyes, and says "Is it time to wake up yet?" I tell him no, he says "okay" and closes his eyes. No clue why he was crying.
I'm exhausted from the disrupted sleep and aching for a dear friend who lost her baby over the weekend. If you read this, please say a prayer for Lissa and Rob as they grieve over Hannah. I cannot fathom what they are going through.
Nolan's 3-year well-child
Nolan had his appointment yesterday. He was looking forward to seeing how much he had grown. The appointment was long, as the doctor was running late, and we also had to see a med student. But Nolan was very patient and very well-behaved. I read every single children's book in the room to him, played with the one toy in there, took him to the bathroom, and finally was playing a tickle game with him when the doctor came in. Whew!
Weight: 36.4 pounds (88th percentile)
Height: 36.5 inches (24th percentile)
Does anyone remember when Nolan was so little he wasn't even on the growth chart? And now here he is...nearly at the top on the weight chart! He's still short, but that didn't surprise me at all. He comes by that honestly!
Weight: 36.4 pounds (88th percentile)
Height: 36.5 inches (24th percentile)
Does anyone remember when Nolan was so little he wasn't even on the growth chart? And now here he is...nearly at the top on the weight chart! He's still short, but that didn't surprise me at all. He comes by that honestly!
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Toilet vs. Toothbrush
The other night, TJ was putting his toothbrush back in the holder when he bumped it on the side of the holder, lost his grip, and the toothbrush fell in the toilet. He rinsed it off, put it away, and then came and told me about it. He followed me in to the bathroom and watched in horror as I took his toothbrush back out of the holder and threw it away. Some of the protests I heard:
"The toilet was clean!"
"The toothbrush was only in there for a second!"
"It was an accident!"
"I washed it off!"
Is there ever a time when one would keep a toothbrush after it has been in the toilet? Maybe if it was a brand-new never-used toilet, I guess. But this is a battle the toilet will always win, in my opinion. TJ is still mourning the loss of his beloved Sponge Bob toothbrush. I told him to get another one just like it when he's at the dentist next time. For now, he has to live with the plain blue toothbrush with a suction cup on one end. And I pointed out this was a good reminder as to why he needs to put the lid down when he's done using the toilet!
"The toilet was clean!"
"The toothbrush was only in there for a second!"
"It was an accident!"
"I washed it off!"
Is there ever a time when one would keep a toothbrush after it has been in the toilet? Maybe if it was a brand-new never-used toilet, I guess. But this is a battle the toilet will always win, in my opinion. TJ is still mourning the loss of his beloved Sponge Bob toothbrush. I told him to get another one just like it when he's at the dentist next time. For now, he has to live with the plain blue toothbrush with a suction cup on one end. And I pointed out this was a good reminder as to why he needs to put the lid down when he's done using the toilet!
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Nolan's suicide attempt?
For his birthday, Nolan received a life jacket from my mom. It's a different style life jacket. As he learns to swim and gains control in the water, you remove some of the flotation from the jacket. By the time you pull out the last of the flotation cushions, you should have a fairly independent swimmer.
Here are a couple pictures of Nolan in his life jacket:
The hotel we selected for our spring break trip had a pool. TJ and Nolan were very excited to go swimming (Sam and Bill were not, and never got in their bathing suits). Nolan showed no fear when getting in the pool, but the water was a little chilly, so he made his way down the steps slowly. I was less than thrilled about the cold temperature and stood patiently on the steps next to him. I looked out the window for just a moment and when I looked down, Nolan was face down in the water, floating away from me! I yanked him up out of the water by grabbing on to his life jacket. He sputtered for a moment and then said very seriously, "Well! I didn't like that!" But he never cried or asked to get out of the pool.
I discovered that the life jacket is almost too buoyant for him. It wanted to flip him forward or backwards unless I had a hand on him to keep him steady. We'll have to make some adjustments to that before he plays in our pool this summer!
Here are a couple pictures of Nolan in his life jacket:
The hotel we selected for our spring break trip had a pool. TJ and Nolan were very excited to go swimming (Sam and Bill were not, and never got in their bathing suits). Nolan showed no fear when getting in the pool, but the water was a little chilly, so he made his way down the steps slowly. I was less than thrilled about the cold temperature and stood patiently on the steps next to him. I looked out the window for just a moment and when I looked down, Nolan was face down in the water, floating away from me! I yanked him up out of the water by grabbing on to his life jacket. He sputtered for a moment and then said very seriously, "Well! I didn't like that!" But he never cried or asked to get out of the pool.
I discovered that the life jacket is almost too buoyant for him. It wanted to flip him forward or backwards unless I had a hand on him to keep him steady. We'll have to make some adjustments to that before he plays in our pool this summer!
Public restrooms
This weekend, we took the boys to Illinois for a two-day trip for Spring Break. We spent a day at the Illinois Railway Museum in Union, Illinois, and then we took them downtown to the Museum of Science and Industry the next day. Hopefully, I'll get some pictures up here soon.
Being gone for two days meant we used a LOT of public restrooms. The following is a short list of everything Nolan dislikes about public bathrooms:
1. Toilets that are too high
2. Automatic flushing toilets
3. Bathroom stalls that are too big
4. Toilets that flush too loudly
5. Hand dryers
The following are items his mother dislikes about public bathrooms:
1. The toilets
2. The walls
3. The floor
4. Having to touch the door to get out
5. The germs (I guess that sums up #1-#4 together!)
6. Panicky little boys who try to open the bathroom stall while their mother is still using it!
We survived with very few accidents. Nolan's only genuine accident was at breakfast yesterday in the hotel. We were right around the corner from a bathroom and he never said a word. Ugh.
Being gone for two days meant we used a LOT of public restrooms. The following is a short list of everything Nolan dislikes about public bathrooms:
1. Toilets that are too high
2. Automatic flushing toilets
3. Bathroom stalls that are too big
4. Toilets that flush too loudly
5. Hand dryers
The following are items his mother dislikes about public bathrooms:
1. The toilets
2. The walls
3. The floor
4. Having to touch the door to get out
5. The germs (I guess that sums up #1-#4 together!)
6. Panicky little boys who try to open the bathroom stall while their mother is still using it!
We survived with very few accidents. Nolan's only genuine accident was at breakfast yesterday in the hotel. We were right around the corner from a bathroom and he never said a word. Ugh.
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