We have officially reached the stage where every question and statement is answered or made with "why?" I try my darnedest to answer each and every time. However, there are just times when I cannot explain something or even make up an honest to goodness try at an explanation. I have resorted to a standard answer especially when the topic relates to behavior or some other difficult topic for which there is no real understandable answer. No, it's not "because I said so" or "that's just the way it is" or even "when you get older you will understand."
Nope. I use "It's that simple."
We seem to have a theme going these days. Often when H gets silly obnoxious tired he says nonsensical things typically involving the word poop. Yup, for some reason we are all about poop. It usually goes something like this:
"Daddio! Poop, poopy, pooooooper, poopy!"
Nice.
Pre-bath conversation tonight?
H: "Mommy, we don't eat poop."
M: "That's right H we don't eat poop."
H: "Poop isn't food."
M: "You're right H, poop isn't food."
H: "It's that simple."
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Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Monday, August 27, 2012
Logic
"Mommy, we don't poop outside. We're not a dog."
"That's right H. We don't poop outside. Did they tell you that at school?"
"No. Piper poops outside. Piper's a dog."
You can't argue with that logic.
I guess we'll discuss the cats another day....
"That's right H. We don't poop outside. Did they tell you that at school?"
"No. Piper poops outside. Piper's a dog."
You can't argue with that logic.
I guess we'll discuss the cats another day....
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Dreaming
First thing H said the other morning when he came into my room.
Mommy I had
a dream.
What did you dream about?
Birdies
What were the birdies doing in your dream
Reading to me
What were they reading
A book
What was the book about
Fire trucks
Was Mater in your book
Yeth
Was Mater the firetruck
Yeth
Were they big birdies
No, little birdies
Like robins
Yeth. I like birdies. I like firetrucks.
There's no way to have a bad day after a start like that.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Saying of the Day: It's good for me
It's true that H may be a little spoiled. He's basically an only child. He gets to have his Mommy all to himself 75% of the time. He has numerous clothes and toys (all be it at this point they are mostly used and do not have all the parts but we don't care we can still mix and match - toys and clothes). As parents, we have been willing to by little things like miniature story characters or matchbox type cars.
Since moving to NE TX where there isn't a whole lot of things to do for a 2GO3 or a full time working part-time single parent, I have taken to going to Tar*get, B_g Lots, or Ross at times to just wander around. In the early stages it was about looking at all the balls. Now, it is about looking at the toys. H tells me at times he NEEDS to go to the Red Store (aka Tar*get) to get sumthin'. However, he has come to realize that the toys do not change very often. The stores here do not carry much stock. He is basically bored with what he sees when we go. I will let him look at anything he wants, try it out, make the sounds, "read" the box, and then he has to put it back. At times we will purchase other little items such a some new stickers on clearance. One time H insisted on getting napkins with Cars characters. He was a little confused when Lighting McQueen was NOT on the napkins but we eventually used them up just the same.
Last week we went to KM---t. I was actually looking for an accessory to go with his train set we got (on clearance) that was on clearance online but when I found it in the store it was full price. Bummer. Anyhow, this KM--t is not a particularly nice store and the stock is always low. In usual custom, we perused the toy aisle and not finding much to keep our interest we moved on. We found the movie rack and there were some early reader books along with them. We have a number of books at this point and I really try to censor what we get to make sure it's going to be read for a while. H discovered a Chugginton book with dinosaurs in it. I wasn't sure why there was a dinosaur in a train book but then I'm not sure why this series has a flying train either. Side note - H loves Chuggington and I am willing to watch it umpteen times so it's not bad. If you ever go online for the TV show version, you will find the voices and sayings have been altered for sale here to be Americanized. The voices are actually better with a real British accent. I digress.
H looked at the books. Took them out, laid a few on the floor "I still lookin' Mom." is a frequent reply these days. Finally, he finds one he thinks he cannot live without. It's a Mater book where Mater makes believe he is something other than a tow truck. It has lift flaps and the story is a bit lame but I try to work with whatever we can in those situations. Anyhow, not being impressed with the book and not really wanting to fork over the $5 it costs ($1-$3 is usually my spending max per impulse toy) I tell H he needs to put it back and we are not going to get it. H doesn't throw a fit when I tell him this. He usually talks himself out of wanting something anyway and I can tell if he's just wanting to want and not really into the toy so I let him work through it. He wasn't budging on the book. I told him I needed to go look at the curtains. H carried the book along.
"H, we are not going to get that book."
"Why?"
"We don't need the book."
"Mom, it's good for me!"
After trying not to laugh out loud, we got the book. True to H's obsession we have read it every single time we had a chance, took it bed, and carried it in the car even the short trips around here. He's emulated the story, talked endlessly about the characters, and asked a gazillion questions about fire, fire trucks, ambulances, etc.
We have certainly gotten our $5 worth of time out of it so maybe he was right. It is good for him.
Since moving to NE TX where there isn't a whole lot of things to do for a 2GO3 or a full time working part-time single parent, I have taken to going to Tar*get, B_g Lots, or Ross at times to just wander around. In the early stages it was about looking at all the balls. Now, it is about looking at the toys. H tells me at times he NEEDS to go to the Red Store (aka Tar*get) to get sumthin'. However, he has come to realize that the toys do not change very often. The stores here do not carry much stock. He is basically bored with what he sees when we go. I will let him look at anything he wants, try it out, make the sounds, "read" the box, and then he has to put it back. At times we will purchase other little items such a some new stickers on clearance. One time H insisted on getting napkins with Cars characters. He was a little confused when Lighting McQueen was NOT on the napkins but we eventually used them up just the same.
Last week we went to KM---t. I was actually looking for an accessory to go with his train set we got (on clearance) that was on clearance online but when I found it in the store it was full price. Bummer. Anyhow, this KM--t is not a particularly nice store and the stock is always low. In usual custom, we perused the toy aisle and not finding much to keep our interest we moved on. We found the movie rack and there were some early reader books along with them. We have a number of books at this point and I really try to censor what we get to make sure it's going to be read for a while. H discovered a Chugginton book with dinosaurs in it. I wasn't sure why there was a dinosaur in a train book but then I'm not sure why this series has a flying train either. Side note - H loves Chuggington and I am willing to watch it umpteen times so it's not bad. If you ever go online for the TV show version, you will find the voices and sayings have been altered for sale here to be Americanized. The voices are actually better with a real British accent. I digress.
H looked at the books. Took them out, laid a few on the floor "I still lookin' Mom." is a frequent reply these days. Finally, he finds one he thinks he cannot live without. It's a Mater book where Mater makes believe he is something other than a tow truck. It has lift flaps and the story is a bit lame but I try to work with whatever we can in those situations. Anyhow, not being impressed with the book and not really wanting to fork over the $5 it costs ($1-$3 is usually my spending max per impulse toy) I tell H he needs to put it back and we are not going to get it. H doesn't throw a fit when I tell him this. He usually talks himself out of wanting something anyway and I can tell if he's just wanting to want and not really into the toy so I let him work through it. He wasn't budging on the book. I told him I needed to go look at the curtains. H carried the book along.
"H, we are not going to get that book."
"Why?"
"We don't need the book."
"Mom, it's good for me!"
After trying not to laugh out loud, we got the book. True to H's obsession we have read it every single time we had a chance, took it bed, and carried it in the car even the short trips around here. He's emulated the story, talked endlessly about the characters, and asked a gazillion questions about fire, fire trucks, ambulances, etc.
We have certainly gotten our $5 worth of time out of it so maybe he was right. It is good for him.
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Saying of the Day: Thanks, Mom.
Last Christmas I actually wrapped up a pair of fleece pajamas for H. When I was a kid, we always received a new pair of pajamas at Christmas. I'm not sure how I was when I was very young, but as I got older, I used to look forward to opening those new pajamas and often wanted to wear them that night. I presume my mom washed them so I could wear them but that part is a little fuzzy in the memory.
I don't know exactly what I was expecting but some recognition of the effort would have been welcome even from a 2yo. I thought H would ooh and ahh because well, they had footballs all over the pants and we were still very much in the "ball"stage (separate story about football obsession.)
H wasn't quite as bad about opening a box of clothes as my step-son who basically just tosses them aside. H at least looked at it, seemed a little confused, figured it wasn't a toy, and THEN put the box aside. Maybe the process will speed up as he gets older...sigh.
Anyhow, H is going to start a new school the end of the month. It really is a school this time and not just daycare. It is a private school and requires all the kids to wear uniforms. Unfortunately, the school only allows families to buy uniforms from one place via catalog. Apparently even schools are all about "me" these days and seek out the best way to leverage things to the advantage of the school. I'm pretty sure khakis are khakis and they don't need to be $30...but I digress (and I did NOT pay $30 for the khakis as I found some discontinued in the catalog for $10 - whoohoo!)
I bought the clearance items earlier in the summer but the school has a used uniform sale before school each year. I was happy to hear the school has a used uniform store. H wears mostly used clothes from the thrift store which I got for $1 before we moved. I have him fully clothed until age 5. Of course, now the irony is he won't need all those clothes since he will be wearing a uniform.
I really scored at the used sale. The school has only had the youngest ages for a couple of years so there were not many toddler sized clothes. I did score a fleece jacket, fleece vest, and a sweatshirt which would have set me back about $100 all for only $15. The smallest they make is a 4T so we are covered for a couple of years at least. I also managed to get two pairs of pants and two shirts. He can make it through the week without me washing.
To begin the process of introducing yet another new school, I showed H the "special" clothes I bought for him. "H, look at this! This is your special new jacket and your special shirt!" done Vanna White style sweeping my hand across the emblem for extra eye grabbing attention.
Surprisingly, he takes the jacket from me and looks at it carefully, inspects the logo, and runs his hands over it. He seems satisfied and hands it back to me.
"Thanks mom. Thanks for buying me special clothes."
Can I get a recording and play it back when he's 15?
I don't know exactly what I was expecting but some recognition of the effort would have been welcome even from a 2yo. I thought H would ooh and ahh because well, they had footballs all over the pants and we were still very much in the "ball"stage (separate story about football obsession.)
H wasn't quite as bad about opening a box of clothes as my step-son who basically just tosses them aside. H at least looked at it, seemed a little confused, figured it wasn't a toy, and THEN put the box aside. Maybe the process will speed up as he gets older...sigh.
Anyhow, H is going to start a new school the end of the month. It really is a school this time and not just daycare. It is a private school and requires all the kids to wear uniforms. Unfortunately, the school only allows families to buy uniforms from one place via catalog. Apparently even schools are all about "me" these days and seek out the best way to leverage things to the advantage of the school. I'm pretty sure khakis are khakis and they don't need to be $30...but I digress (and I did NOT pay $30 for the khakis as I found some discontinued in the catalog for $10 - whoohoo!)
I bought the clearance items earlier in the summer but the school has a used uniform sale before school each year. I was happy to hear the school has a used uniform store. H wears mostly used clothes from the thrift store which I got for $1 before we moved. I have him fully clothed until age 5. Of course, now the irony is he won't need all those clothes since he will be wearing a uniform.
I really scored at the used sale. The school has only had the youngest ages for a couple of years so there were not many toddler sized clothes. I did score a fleece jacket, fleece vest, and a sweatshirt which would have set me back about $100 all for only $15. The smallest they make is a 4T so we are covered for a couple of years at least. I also managed to get two pairs of pants and two shirts. He can make it through the week without me washing.
To begin the process of introducing yet another new school, I showed H the "special" clothes I bought for him. "H, look at this! This is your special new jacket and your special shirt!" done Vanna White style sweeping my hand across the emblem for extra eye grabbing attention.
Surprisingly, he takes the jacket from me and looks at it carefully, inspects the logo, and runs his hands over it. He seems satisfied and hands it back to me.
"Thanks mom. Thanks for buying me special clothes."
Can I get a recording and play it back when he's 15?
Monday, August 6, 2012
Saying of the Day: Mom, where'd the coconuts go?
We had a treat today with Daddy being here most of the day before taking him to the local airport. We were all a bit tired and some of us had an almost three hour nap from a day of fun yesterday. We were invited to my boss' house for dinner and to spend some time with a possible coworker. I need to explain a bit about Boss' house. The have grandsons...and lots of toys, a baseball field, a giant swing set fort, and a pool. The oldest grandson, who "just turned 7" as he informed me, spends a lot of time there. Boss arranged for 7 year old to come spend time with H yesterday evening. After nearly 40 minutes of sitting in my lap, one good sized snack later, and a little Planet 51, H was ready to go and go he did. He LOVED the slide "Daddy, I go fast!" H also spent time in the pool all be it close to the steps where I could dive in after him if his arm floaties came off. He was imitating 7yo by trying to swim under water, throwing balls, and desperately wanted to dive off the diving board (ummm...no "Why Mommy?") He had such a good time in his exhausted stupor on the way home tyring REALLY hard not to fall asleep he told me "I want to stay here. I don't want to go home."
My feelings weren't hurt and on the flip side 7yo seemed to enjoy having someone else to play with even if he didn't know how to rough house (yet.)
Anyhow, as an alternative to our weekly trip to Sam's, we opted to go to Wal-M..t after dropping Daddy off at said local airport. H was wholeheartedly willing to participate to go look at toys. I've come to the conclusion that WM doesn't really have even a good selection of toys but we look anyway to appease the wondering mind and wandering body that is H. Often we don't buy anything "You can look but we aren't going to get that." Today, we opted for a couple of sticker packs that were on clearance as well as the needed item - mile - desired items - decent cottage cheese, precooked beef roast - and some unneeded items - new frozen pizza dough with mozzarella cheese bites and...chocolate donuts (think Hostess gems.)
Sometime before dinner was done H piped up with "Mommy, what happened to the coconuts?" Ok, mom brain thinking really hard - usually can decipher most references even those from left field but coming up completely blank on this one. "H, what coconuts?" "The ones with holes in them." Now I'm wondering what he has seen recently on TV to know that coconuts have "holes" in them = Madagascar drinking salt water out of half....no other references come to mind...completely blank. "H, we don't have any coconuts." "Yes, (we've been working on the "s" sound instead of the "th" sound), the coconuts in the cupboard with the holes in them."
"H, do you mean the chocolate covered donuts with holes in them?"
"Yeth."
My feelings weren't hurt and on the flip side 7yo seemed to enjoy having someone else to play with even if he didn't know how to rough house (yet.)
Anyhow, as an alternative to our weekly trip to Sam's, we opted to go to Wal-M..t after dropping Daddy off at said local airport. H was wholeheartedly willing to participate to go look at toys. I've come to the conclusion that WM doesn't really have even a good selection of toys but we look anyway to appease the wondering mind and wandering body that is H. Often we don't buy anything "You can look but we aren't going to get that." Today, we opted for a couple of sticker packs that were on clearance as well as the needed item - mile - desired items - decent cottage cheese, precooked beef roast - and some unneeded items - new frozen pizza dough with mozzarella cheese bites and...chocolate donuts (think Hostess gems.)
Sometime before dinner was done H piped up with "Mommy, what happened to the coconuts?" Ok, mom brain thinking really hard - usually can decipher most references even those from left field but coming up completely blank on this one. "H, what coconuts?" "The ones with holes in them." Now I'm wondering what he has seen recently on TV to know that coconuts have "holes" in them = Madagascar drinking salt water out of half....no other references come to mind...completely blank. "H, we don't have any coconuts." "Yes, (we've been working on the "s" sound instead of the "th" sound), the coconuts in the cupboard with the holes in them."
"H, do you mean the chocolate covered donuts with holes in them?"
"Yeth."
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