Lyrics:
Butt crack boy and I don’t care,
Butt crack boy and I don’t care.
Dad, “No, Christopher, the words are,
Jimmy crack corn and I don’t care,
Jimmy crack corn and I don’t care,”
Christopher laughingly replied, “Oh they are?”
Song of the week
Kids say the craziest things
After lunch today, I took Matteo to the toilet so he could, well, you know, do his business. When he finished, as we were about to flush, he said, “Bye, poopy. I will miss you.”
When we got home, and I was taking him out of his car seat, he said, “Want a piece of meat?” Interestingly enough, Woody says this line to Buzz Lightyear in Toy Story, but of course, the line is “Want a piece of me?”
When I replied, “No, I don’t want a piece of meat.” He responded with, “Want a piece of cheese?”
Self-imposed time out
This morning Matteo spent two minutes in time out for scratching Christopher’s face. Thirty minutes later, after hitting Christopher, he walked himself over to the chair and sat. As he sat down, Mike said, “That’s right, you better sit in time out.”
We walked into another room and chuckled. I returned to take this photo.
Matteo’s 2nd birthday
On Friday, March 11, we celebrated Matteo’s birthday. He was fortunate this year; his birthday fell on a weekday. Our family-only tradition has been to celebrate weekday birthdays at Fenton’s Creamery. This year, Grandma Johnie, David and Aunt Jessica joined the festivities. As usual, we had a great time – the calm before the storm!
The following day we celebrated with 21 of Matteo’s friends and family, including our very special guest, Mommy Sara. She joined us around 2pm, and stayed till about 8pm. We cannot begin to express our gratitude for her willingness to maintain contact. Sadly, Grandma Kathi and great-Grandma Dot (aka GDot) could not join us; both were sick. Interestingly enough, we almost cancelled. For most of the week leading up to the party, Christopher had been ill.
So what’s new? Matteo is still mastering going to the toilet. He has been quite the trooper! His verbal skills exploded with full-on sentences – still waters run deep! The other morning, from his crib, we hear, “Daddy, my nose is leaving!” Poor thing had a runny nose.
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Introducing Mr. Pettibone
The other day our friend, Brad, brought two finger puppets, one for each of the boys. Christopher and Matteo have been quite excited about their new pets. Today, as we were getting ready to leave the house, Christopher stated that Mr. Pettibone was resting on his shoulder. In the below picture, Mr. Pettibone is getting some much needed sun.
Mr. Pettibone? Where does he get this stuff?
Too long since our last post
But, frankly, we are very busy with, well, life.
Matteo is doing very well with his potty training. He wears pull-ups every day and sits on the toilet or stands next to it to do his business. Though we are quite pleased with his progress, he is still working on mastering the poop part. Sometimes we make it, sometimes we don’t.
Matteo turns two in a couple of weeks. Has it really been two years? In May, Christopher turns four. Time certainly flies…
Christopher seems to have hit a milestone of his own. He no longer throws a fit when we go to school in the morning. Of course, now that I write this, he will regress. Ugh. Seriously, though, he has been very mature about it.
Here is a recent family photo…
The potty diaries – January 23, 2011
Two weeks have passed since Mike and I began potty training Matteo. Though we switched him to pull-ups during the day, he goes potty on the toilet. Over the last couple of days, he has started to tell us when he needs to go. This kid is amazing…I am hoping to have him fully potty trained and out of diapers, except for bedtime, by his 2nd birthday. Seven weeks and counting…
Here is a picture of our little toilet goer.
Spitting image
Matteo’s mom recently sent us a picture of her when she was about Matteo’s age as pictured in this photo.
Matteo (L) and Sara (R)
We had everything, but the bloodhounds snapping at our rear ends!
We arrived in Tahoe on Tuesday afternoon after a three-hour uneventful drive. When arriving, we got settled in our new house, one that we would occupy for five nights. The first night, Jason made dinner – we ate cheddar cheese soup, bread and salad. Prior to our arrival, Mike and I made large pans of homemade macaroni cheese and lasagna. This was a good thing… We awoke the next morning to no power. It wasn’t until around 2 pm in the afternoon that I decided to boil water on the gas grill outside in the frigid cold just so we could have coffee. Later that night, I used the grill to heat up a still-frozen lasagna. The kids enjoyed playing with the flashlights and tried endlessly to blow out the candles. Though the power did not return until the next morning – 24-hours after it went out – we still had fun. On night three, Schmutz, Jason and Leora’s dog, appeared to be having a sustained seizure. Jason wasn’t too concerned since the dog has been diagnosed with epilepsy, and he had previously seen the dog seize for an extended period. Leora was very concerned, though. Eventually, after three hours, she decided to take him to the vet. Turns out, Schmutz, who roamed off leash, had apparently eaten some mold or pot – yes, the marijuana kind. The vet informed Leora that they see at least one case weekly of doggy intoxication caused by pot.
Later that night, Lyla, began complaining of ear pain. When I checked her throat, I found her tonsils to be swollen. I checked inside her mouth at the back of her throat, and saw what I thought were white patches, often diagnosed as strep throat. Ugh. Suffice it to say, Lyla did not sleep well that night. The next day, Lyla had no complaints. Yay!
Later that night, on night four, which happened to be New Year’s Eve, Christopher started acting up, eventually throwing a tantrum. I decided to put him to bed 30 minutes early, thinking he might be a bit tired from the day’s activities. When the rest of the kids went to bed, Christopher was still awake. Christopher and Matteo began screaming… As a result, Mike and I, already frustrated by their behavior, had a disagreement about whose turn it was to handle the situation. It was Mike’s…
The next morning, tired and exhausted from lack of sleep – I did not mention that the house, advertised as a three-bedroom cozy chalet, was actually a two-bedroom with a large loft – decided to leave a day early. Besides, we thought, we will miss the Sunday traffic.
As we packed up the car, and were ready to depart, Mike returned to the house to get his cell phone. When he was returning to the car, the neighbor’s dog came onto our rental property and took a bite out of Mike’s leg. He’s okay, though. He went to the doctor yesterday; though the doc was not concerned, he started Mike on antibiotics to be safe.
Here are some of our photos to prove that we had a great time despite all the drama!
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