Thursday, May 24, 2007
He used to say bye-bye like a champ. He would do a cute, little wave and smile as he said, "bye-bye."
Now, he's just confused.
Sometimes, he yells, "Bye," while waving over his shoulder and walking away.
Sometimes, he says, "Peace Out," while holding up all five fingers. Apparently he can't make the peace sign yet. (Thanks to my neighbor Melissa for this one.)
Sometimes, he attempts to say Adios, but it comes out, "Deee-O's."
But my favorite is his response to "See you later, Alligator."
Whenever someone says that, I think he knows there is an animal response that goes with it. Unfortunately for him, he can't seem to remember that you're supposed to say, "In a while, crocodile."
On his own, he came up with what he would say.
His response is, "Bye, turtle."
He just cracks me up!
Monday, May 21, 2007
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Today, he's obsessed with his boogers.
He woke up with a stuffed up nose, and ever since, we've been constantly nose blowing.
On the way to breakfast this morning (we go out every Sunday morning), he had me pass him a tissue at least five times. He would then blow his nose holding the tissue to his nose. After the blowing, he would inspect the outcome. Then, he would say, "Ewwww, boogies." Next, he would want me to take the dirty tissue. By the time we got to breakfast, I had a stack of dirty tissues in my lap.
Later when I picked him up from his Sunday school class, Miss Lily, his teacher, told me that he wanted to blow his nose every few minutes. She said all the helpers were giggling at him because he would blow his nose in the tissue, look at them, and then put the tissue in the trash can.
As we drove home, Barrett found something more fun to do. He told me he had boogies, so I went to hand him a tissue, but he said, "No nose Mommy, boogie finger."
He was so proud to show me the giant green booger on the tip of his finger.
I then gave him a tissue to put the boogie on. Then, he starting trying to find another boogie for the tissue. He was getting really frustrated because he couldn't find a boogie. He even tried fake sneezing to see if one came out. I don't know if I have ever laughed that much at him.
He never found another boogie, but he still held onto the tissue when we got home.
A few minutes later, I heard Fisher making odd noises as I put away the diaper bags.
When I ran into the living room, Barrett was hovering over Fisher.
When I called out his name, Barrett jumped up holding one finger in the air looking very proud.
"Fisher boogie on Barrett's finger!"
Yep, he picked his brother's nose. (Don't worry, Fisher is fine and a little less stuffy than he was earlier today.)
Barrett is down for his nap now, but when I was walking out of his room, he was saying something to his elephant stuffed animal, Peanut, about boogers. I can only assume that he was attempting to find something inside Peanut's trunk...
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Today was Barrett's last day of Mother's Day Out.
Originally I thought this day would be awful because it meant the end of having some time for myself (assuming Fisher was cooperative), but it isn't the impending lack of me time that makes me sad.
I'm sad because Barrett loves school. I know he'll pass his classroom on Sunday at church and want to go in, but this time I can't say that he has to wait until Tuesday. Now, he'll have to wait until the end of August, but even then, it is still sad.
The best part of his school was his teachers, Carol and Diana.
I can honestly say they were perfect. I wouldn't change a thing they did, and trust me that's a huge statement for me to say because I am always looking for ways for things to improve especially in a school setting.
Last August, I was so scared sending this little baby boy to school. (Here he is on the first day of school.)
I had talked with Diana on the phone before school started and she assured me that even though he was the youngest and only non-walker, he was going to be fine.
It amazes me what they helped him to accomplish over one school year. He learned to walk, talk in sentences, count to ten, blow his nose, tell you when he has poopy pants, identify colors, identify a few letters, sing countless songs along with hand gestures, attempt going on the potty, and others I'm surely forgetting.
While I know they were not the only influence in helping him, they were a huge part of it.
Over the course of the year, Carol and Diana were not only close with Barrett, but they became my friends too.
I loved getting Barrett's bag packed every Tuesday and Thursday because labeling his diapers became a sort of hobby for me.
We were required to write our child's name or initials on two diapers. It didn't take long for me to decide that this could be very amusing for them when they were having to do the crappiest part of their jobs.
I ended up writing poems, notes, or just funny thoughts on his diapers instead of his name, and they loved it. Normally, they would take his diapers out to read them as soon as I dropped him off.
They were sure that when I had Fisher the notes would stop, but I managed to keep it up through the entire year, until today...
Today, Barrett's diapers simply said "B" because that is what they call him, but don't worry, they weren't disappointed.
Here is how we gave them their little note today.
I almost feel sorry for his teachers next year because I have VERY high expectations! :)
Monday, May 14, 2007
Friday, May 11, 2007
"Good stuff" used to mean that I didn't buy Natural Light or Pearl. (For those of you not from Texas, Pearl beer is VERY cheap!)
That's not what the good stuff is anymore.
Today, I bought something I never splurge on because it is so expensive.
I can't figure out why it costs so much more than it's competitors, but it does.
I also can't figure out why it is better than the others, but it is.
Why other brands can't steal the secrets of this product will always be a mystery to me.
Today, I bought Tide.
I LOVE Tide. It smells better than the rest and the smell stays on the clothes, towels, sheets, and whatever else you wash!
I am actually getting laundry done today at a ridiculous pace.
Normally, I let it sit in the washer, but not today. Today, I can't wait for the beep telling me to change the loads.
Wow, how life has changed.
On that same topic, this morning when I went to Walmart, my neighbor asked me to buy her something she saw on the Tyra show. (Don't make fun of her, she has a newborn so she watches everything right now.)
As I looked for her item that apparently everyone in the free world saw on Tyra, I realized I had to ask for it.
I know I've grown up because I wasn't embarrassed to ask the male restocker, who was about 18, to help me find the Cellulite removing patches by Nivea.
I didn't even say they were for a friend mainly because he never would have believed me anyway.
I just heard the dryer's beep, I guess the towels are dry! Now, I can take my shower and dry off with a Tide towel.
(P.S. For those of you curious, I'll let you know if my neighbor's cellulite disappears because if those patches work, I'll be wearing them all over my thighs!)
Monday, May 07, 2007
He was so careful with Penny, and Taylor was just as careful with Barrett.
Saturday, May 05, 2007
I always like going to the mailbox and finding it. There are a lot of things in the magazine that make it great for parents to read, but my favorite part is the "how embarrassing" stories.
Sometimes the stories completely crack me up, while others make me thankful that the story is not mine to tell.
The little blurb at the bottom of the page says, "Tell us about your less-than-perfect parenting moments. We pay $50 for published items."
Consider me $50 richer...
The other day I was standing talking to a friend while holding Barrett. There were people all around, and as usual, Barrett was happily people watching. As I was talking, Barrett interrupted to say, "Boobies,"as he pointed at a lady behind me.
As I turned to apologize, I realized that she was wearing a VERY revealing top.
As if this weren't bad enough, Barrett reached his hand out to her chest and said, "Barrett touch boobies."
Yes, you read that correctly.
There really is no way to respond to this, so I gave her the "kids say the craziest things" look and shrugged my shoulders.
She seemed to be a little offended, but I think that is the response she wanted from a man. I guess she was just hoping for an older one.
Like I said, the 50 bucks is mine if I bother to submit this. Maybe I'll help the community with it and buy her a bra.