Wordless Wednesday

The Incident

It's a SIGN that a boy needs a haircut when a boy is outside playing and the wind literally blows through it.
So we went for haircuts!



Then Chris was playing on the slide, and he slipped and fell, scratched his back, bent his shoulders funny. He cried. But the hairdresser saved the day with bandaids. I had to fill out an incident report. I laughed the whole time, I literally wrote, "It was a dark and stormy day, and a there was boy playing on a slide, who fell off the back step...". And the day was redeemed with a balloon and lunch with friends.

Wordless Wednesday

The Reward

Chris had a bit of a rough day. Or at least we hit some major bumps. He actually was totally Stoked about going to the Dentist today. He has been reading Dr. Seuss' Tooth Book, and showing off the very last page to me, Daddy, Grandma and Grandpa. where they tell you about how the Dentist is your teeth's best friend. He was telling them for the last 2 weeks how he's going to see the Dentist. So when he wanted to watch TV this morning, we told him to get dressed first, which he did. Dressed himself; sock on upside down and pants on backwards to prove it. So he watched a show. When it was time to go, I said go put on your shoes and jacket, he asked if he could sit in the way back, and I told him if he didn't put up a fight, sure he could sit in the way back. He did it, I opened the car and garage, and sent him to the car...suddenly there was a noise. "Where's my Wayback seat?"
Oh no. Daddy had moved it to his car to take a boy shopping Saturday night, and it was likely still there. Daddy left for work 2 hours ago. Oh the crying, big giant tears...and he'd been So Good. I said I was going to call and Daddy and tell him a few things...Chris wanted to Tell Daddy. So I let him call Daddy and tell him about the seat. Daddy felt bad, and we thought maybe after our dentist appt. we'd go to Wal-mart and get another one. It's becoming clear that the boy is getting big enough to ride back there more often, and Daddy's old carseat doesn't fit anymore.
Anyway, I took a sniffly boy to the dentist, told him we might go shopping after. Turns out as we were leaving the Dentist, our friend Big Obs (Emilie) called, she was playing hookie, and wanted to play with us.
And so we did.


We kidnapped her, and took her to Chick Fil-A. We were having a lovely lunch, though Chris was desperate to play, he didn't want to eat the 4 nuggets I told him had to eat. He was taking the LONGEST time, taking smaller bites than Sam! Finally I began to cave towards the end of the 3rd nugget, and I told him, no ORDERED HIM, to take a bigger bite. He did. That left one more bite. I stuffed it in his mouth. He made a horrid face, I yelled CHEW! He did. Then he burped, quite loudly (which in his nugget delays he'd been fake burping) that was definitely real. Then his face turned red, contorted, and he started yelling. I knew what was coming, I began pushing our trash covered tray towards him to catch.

I was not in time.

He lost his lunch all over himself, and the floor...in the Chick Fil-A. And it was my fault.

So, I tried cleaning him up with baby wipes. I am proud to say I did not lose my own lunch, though it was touch and go there for a moment. Wouldn't you know that I had just pulled the 24 month spare set of clothes out of the diaper bag, this weekend, when I realized his backup outfit was 24M and we were purging the closet of 24M. Yeah, so now the poor boy was coated in puke and No Backup Outfit. (Won't I ever learn?) It was OK though, because SuperEmilie leapt in to save the day, grabbing my keys and running to Meijer to buy Chris a new outfit. And the boys and I went to the bathroom, Sam in the high chair and all. Can you picture this, Chris, Sam in high chair, and me, all in the handicapped stall, changing clothes? If it wasn't so insane it would be funny. And maybe it will be later.
Emilie returned with a T-shirt and shorts. Apparently Meijer HAD NO sweatpants. So we put Chris in the clean clothes, and made to leave. Poor Obs had to carry Chris out literally kicking and screaming because I was NOT going to let him in contact with any other children, say like on a playground, until I was sure that he had puked because I had overfilled him and not because he was still sick.
I'm sure now, he's Fine, he's been eating fine, just not a lot of quantity this afternoon/tonight.
But I was OK with taking him shopping, where he'd be in our arms, or holding our hands. So we took him to Wal-mart, to buy him a booster seat, so he could sit in the way back, in a big boy seat. He'd earned a bit of a reward after being shot down twice. And that made his day.



He and Big Obs, hanging out in the Way Back in the new booster seat he picked out himself. Yeah it's Turquoise. But he picked it out himself.

Mad Science

Ah Yes. Mommy has her own little Mad Scientist.



He loves to play with his Graduated Cylinder "Drashated Cinder" and his Beaker in the bathtub. Look at that form. It did my heart good when Daddy said, YOUR SON is playing Chemistry in the bathtub. Yes. This one is My Son!
Maybe he'll love labwork too! He seems to enjoy pouring and measuring so far.

Wordless Wednesday

The Hockey Game

Tonight was a Big Hockey Game. The Olympic Match for GOLD between the USA and Canada. Big Game. Very exciting.
After the 1st Period, Chris asked to go "Ice Skate" in the garage. He even asked nicely. So we got him ready, put on his roller skates (he got them for Christmas but has only been able to use them in the garage.) and let him loose. He asked Mommy to join him, but I couldn't squeeze my foot in a skate at this time. He asked Daddy to put on HIS skates...and amazingly enough, Daddy DID!



And the two boys played 'hockey' in the garage. Too bad the US lost...even though it was in Overtime. Chris could've cared less about the overall result in the game, he had fun Playing.