so i've become completely consumed in new stuff happening that i didn't get the last post for donna & lucas' wedding posted. click on this link to see more if you feel you've been cheated...doxtad wedding on fb
let's see...i think it may be time for an oliver update. he's transitioned his walk into a run. especially when he knows he has something in his hands he's not supposed to. which leads to me to a story. the other night, we were watching mama's new guilty pleasure 'american idol' {i have never watched it until this season...i think we all know why...steven}. so, oliver & mama were hanging out in her & daddy's room, lounging on the bed, laughing & crying at idol...i changed his diaper & put on his jammies. then, a minute or so later, i noticed he had something in his hand. well...the scenario will either go one of two ways...option one, i ask, what is in your hand & he willingly puts out his arm & offers it up. or option two, he knows it's more than likely something he shouldn't have & he tries to hide his pudgy little arm & handful of a naughtyness behind his back. well, he opted for option two this time, so i knew i was in for a treat. i grabbed his hand & pulled quickly pulled out whatever he had. i open my palm to see...a small...round...turd! excuse me?! he had burglarized a turd from his diaper?! what the what?!?! utterly confused by this, i threw it into the guys' toilet. & washed all hands & body parts involved. about an hour later, mike uses the bathroom & comes out a little confused. 'you put that turd in our toilet' {to me}. ummmm, not me, but your son. and it came from his hand! and thus became the weekend 'turd burlgar'. i say a little prayer.
moving on. so oliver is still a big fan of not using bowls & plates properly. it bugs him to just see the staring back at him with food arranged on them or cheerios resting peacefully inside. he just cannot handle it! so, he flips them around, so everything goes everywhere. and believe me, i have tried the suction cup bowls. and no doesn't work. and i have tried the rubberized bottomed plates. nope doesn't work. the kid hates bowls and plates.
next, we must talk about how much of a crazy mess this house has been lately. ya know when it first starts to become an issue & they get curious & you have to get the drawer & cupboard locks...we've moved passed this stage. he has figured out how to open drawer locks. i rearranged the drawers, so that the ones he can reach, if he's going to throw everything out of it, it's just going to be towels, bibs, washclothes & dishrags. no big deal? well, it does turn into a big deal when there's a constant 'dishrag landmine' happening in the kitchen. mike slipped on one the other morning & about killed himself. dangerous. but...what do you do? it's an endless chore to pick up behind him. so i suppose we'll just live with the alarm clock drug into the kitchen, the karo syrup in the bedroom, the dvds off the shelf all over the floors, mike's socks & undies in the living room, the fisher price records in the dishrag drawer, and the uncle ben's minute rice in the bathroom. among all sorts of other randoms in places they shouldn't belong.
and that leads me to my next story... 'no no' is the most funny joke you could ever here. in. oliver's. short-lived. life. so far. so so funny. 'no no' is enough to bring it on more & more & more. and parents reading this already know about this fun little gem. so constantly preaching 'no no' is not an option at this point. at least not for me. is that bad? i don't know, i'm new, that's my decision for now and i'm just going with it.
the kid is starting to show some extreme bouts of toddler-isms too. more specifically. the arched back tantrum. the fists clenched in frustration accompanied by the "grrrrrrrr" face. or just the sheer shreaking squeel in protest. it is really amazing how he will continue to do the same naughty thing over & over & over. like a skipping repetitious record. i feel like i'm on a parenthood roller coaster...& i'm at the initial climb & ascending higher & higher...& i'm just waiting in anticipation as i hear the clink. clink. clinks as i am elevated. oh boy...here we go...here we go...here we go. =) that said, i am proud to announce, {a reader of this blog too} my bestie kim {henry} remington, just announced that her & her hubby {tom} are expecting!!! a big congrats to them! a new little one for oliver to visit & play with! cannot wait to hear all of her preggo stories & meet the little peanut!
we've basically spent the entire month of january sick. cold. flu. ear & upper respiratory infections. man cold/flu. yes, whoever fabricated this "new" version of cold & flu, seriously needs to be locked up. we haven't been out & about all that much, given, i didn't want to risk any additional prolonging of our symptoms. but, i think we are finally {all} getting better. oliver always relapses in his sleep patterns when he's sick. so now, we're again working on going down at the same time every night & staying down all night. he did take it upon himself to decide he was going to trade in 2 shorter naps during the day for 1 longer afternoon nap. it's been an okay transition, i suppose. i kind of miss my 1-2 hour quiet morning time, but i suppose three hours in the afternoon will suffice!
one of the events we did check out once we returned to colorado, was apsen's 60th winterskol celebration. it is a community toast to winter! the most exciting event we witnessed was the snow sculpture contest. we did have to skip out on the torch lighting on the mountain & fireworks, since once again, illness rained on our parade. fun stuff to check out regardless.
what we missed...
photo courtesy of http://www.stayaspensnowmass.com/p-winterskol-festival.php
Leyna, don't stress about the bowls/plates. I'm pretty sure the boys didn't use them until they were 2 1/2 because it was just stressful. However, the dumping (although hard to remember) is all a part of learning. Just try not to laugh when the Cheerios fly across the room.... then you're just being supportive ;-)
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