Adam continues to be perplexed that girls do not have penises. We had this conversation again the other day, so I figured I needed to write it down for the ages.
Adam: Are you going pee pee Mommy?
Me: Yep.
Adam: Oh. Did your penis break off?
(Note: this is a change from the "did it hurt when your penis broke off?" question - which, was hard to answer with a straight face!).
Me: Nope. Remember, only boys have penises. Girls do not.
Adam: Do you go pee pee out of your butt?
Me: Sort of. God didn't give girls penises, only boys.
Adam: Don't worry, Mommy. We'll get you one sometime.
Bwahahaha! Get a load of that! I about died of laughter...the way his little mind works is so fantastic! And hilarious. And sometimes, too curious...ha.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Overheard...
The other night at dinner, I was pouring Adam some milk and I said: "Did you know that milk comes from cows?" To which he replied matter-of-factly: "No, milk comes from mommy's boobies."
Thursday, January 29, 2009
The dentist really isn't so bad...or is it?
In effort to get Adam prepared for his first trip to the dentist, I'd been telling him about what to expect, and spending even more time on teeth brushing in general, so he would get comfy with someone examining his mouth.
All of this preparation went out the window today, however, when we walked into the office and heard a child's screams coming from back in the exam area. Shortly after we checked in, the office staff was kind enough to close off the doors in effort to muffle the sound of this poor child clearly being tortured in the dentist chair. I did my best to keep Adam focused on the toys in the waiting room, and did a pretty good job.
Our appointment time was delayed a bit, due to the aforementioned patient being held hostage in his exam chair (who I later learned was just 5 years old and already in need of 3 tooth extractions). The staff was hoping that he would be finished sooner (obviously), but when it became apparent that that wasn't the case, they no doubt said a few silent prayers and called Adam back.
Now, it isn't unusual for him to be anxious in situations like these. He gets worked up going to the pediatrician's office, and when I took him to my OB appointments when pregnant with Miles, he would cry each and every time. I wasn't surprised when the waterworks started as soon as he started walking down the hall, as if being led to the inquisition. I "helped" him with the X-rays, and then had to hold his hands in his lap while the dentist (who, to her credit, was extremely kind and patient with him) "counted" his teeth.
It was over very quickly, but I can't blame Adam for being apprehensive throughout the procedures, especially given the unusually-tense circumstances. I have a feeling that the visit would have been less traumatic had this other patient not been a part of the picture. The staff apologized over and over, and really, it was just dumb luck that he was there when we were.
Thankfully, his teeth are healthy and no cavities - that's the best part! She did say that he had experienced some "trauma" in his top two front teeth (probably from a fall as a baby or something), resulting in the root not forming properly. If anything, these teeth will fall out sooner rather than later, and not with the help of adult teeth pushing them out. Not a big deal, unless you consider he may have a toothless grin for upwards of a year. Can you imagine?
All of this preparation went out the window today, however, when we walked into the office and heard a child's screams coming from back in the exam area. Shortly after we checked in, the office staff was kind enough to close off the doors in effort to muffle the sound of this poor child clearly being tortured in the dentist chair. I did my best to keep Adam focused on the toys in the waiting room, and did a pretty good job.
Our appointment time was delayed a bit, due to the aforementioned patient being held hostage in his exam chair (who I later learned was just 5 years old and already in need of 3 tooth extractions). The staff was hoping that he would be finished sooner (obviously), but when it became apparent that that wasn't the case, they no doubt said a few silent prayers and called Adam back.
Now, it isn't unusual for him to be anxious in situations like these. He gets worked up going to the pediatrician's office, and when I took him to my OB appointments when pregnant with Miles, he would cry each and every time. I wasn't surprised when the waterworks started as soon as he started walking down the hall, as if being led to the inquisition. I "helped" him with the X-rays, and then had to hold his hands in his lap while the dentist (who, to her credit, was extremely kind and patient with him) "counted" his teeth.
It was over very quickly, but I can't blame Adam for being apprehensive throughout the procedures, especially given the unusually-tense circumstances. I have a feeling that the visit would have been less traumatic had this other patient not been a part of the picture. The staff apologized over and over, and really, it was just dumb luck that he was there when we were.
Thankfully, his teeth are healthy and no cavities - that's the best part! She did say that he had experienced some "trauma" in his top two front teeth (probably from a fall as a baby or something), resulting in the root not forming properly. If anything, these teeth will fall out sooner rather than later, and not with the help of adult teeth pushing them out. Not a big deal, unless you consider he may have a toothless grin for upwards of a year. Can you imagine?
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Clapping and Crawling...
Look out - my baby is on the move!
Woooboy. Things are going to get a log crazier around here, as he started crawling this week (10 months!). Of course, his motivation is to crawl towards the very things that he shouldn't have. The DVD player. An interesting toy of Adam's. Paper. Nonetheless, his determination sure does get him around the room - even if his crawl is a bit unconventional at this point (he tends to crawl for a bit, then "hop" forward with both knees, before finally lunging at his target). It's so awesome to see him fixated on something and moving his little body toward it.
And he can clap! So cute. He'll clap if you ask him to, or if you just simply say "yayyyyyy!" Of course, he knows he's Mr. Big Stuff when he does this, so he's usually smiling or scrunching up his nose and making his silly face.
Time for bed. My little crawler will no doubt be up at the crack of 6am, ready for new adventures. What will he get into tomorrow?
Woooboy. Things are going to get a log crazier around here, as he started crawling this week (10 months!). Of course, his motivation is to crawl towards the very things that he shouldn't have. The DVD player. An interesting toy of Adam's. Paper. Nonetheless, his determination sure does get him around the room - even if his crawl is a bit unconventional at this point (he tends to crawl for a bit, then "hop" forward with both knees, before finally lunging at his target). It's so awesome to see him fixated on something and moving his little body toward it.
And he can clap! So cute. He'll clap if you ask him to, or if you just simply say "yayyyyyy!" Of course, he knows he's Mr. Big Stuff when he does this, so he's usually smiling or scrunching up his nose and making his silly face.
Time for bed. My little crawler will no doubt be up at the crack of 6am, ready for new adventures. What will he get into tomorrow?
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Overheard...
"Mommy, you're the best and you're pretty."
Seriously? Melt my heart, yo.
Lately I've been a bit down because I haven't left the house in days due to what seems to be a perpetual cycle of eating/cleaning up/naps. I've been wishing that this house was bigger (or at least had a secret area where I could go to and get some peace and quiet - other than the bathroom, that is!), and more often than not, I'm still in my pajama pants at dinnertime. Not to mention it's the dead of winter and colder than cold outside.
But then Adam pulls out this gem. Not sure where he got it from, but I'll take it. Cutie patootie.
Seriously? Melt my heart, yo.
Lately I've been a bit down because I haven't left the house in days due to what seems to be a perpetual cycle of eating/cleaning up/naps. I've been wishing that this house was bigger (or at least had a secret area where I could go to and get some peace and quiet - other than the bathroom, that is!), and more often than not, I'm still in my pajama pants at dinnertime. Not to mention it's the dead of winter and colder than cold outside.
But then Adam pulls out this gem. Not sure where he got it from, but I'll take it. Cutie patootie.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
A very merry Christmas Indeed!
Every year, Christmas seems to sneak away just as fast as it arrives. Holiday mayhem comes and goes, and soon after all of the Christmas decorations are put away, the new toys have been given a new "place" in the house, and there are just a few Christmas cookies left on the counter.
Christmas Eve was spent with the Grays, Christmas morning was spent hanging out at home and then Christmas evening we went over to Kristin's house to have one final celebration.
As you can see by the picture, Adam love-love-loved his monster truck. Man, was he excited! Lucky for me, the buttons aren't pushed all of the time; miraculously, he polices himself and and knows not to push the buttons when Miles is sleeping. "Can I push the buttons now, Mommy?" Other popular gifts this year are his radio and kids CDs for his room (I now know the words to "The Grand Ol' Duke Of York," amongst other Kindergarten favorites), the Polar Express book (we saw the movie in Imax 3D earlier this month), and a new race track for Lightening McQueen. He had a great few days, remarking: "this is the Best Christmas Ever!!"
It was Miles' first Christmas, and I am so thankful that he is with us this year! It seems so long ago that I was pregnant and wondering if he was going to be a boy or a girl - how time flies! Everyone commented on what a good-natured baby he is, and they're right. He just goes with the flow no matter what is going on, and to him, the more people the merrier. He loves a crowd - especially when all eyes are on him! What a love-bug he is.
So, another Christmas spent with friends and family. If anything, the joy of the season reminded me that I have so much to be thankful for, particularly a loving family, our health and our many blessings.
God is good!
Thursday, December 18, 2008
9 Months Stats...
Miles' 9 month well-baby check up last week went great. He's 30 inches long (95%) and 18lbs (15%). Long and lean! He was all smiles for the doctor, and would you believe he didn't even cry when he got his shot (just one this time!)? I was pleasantly surprised.
His top left tooth is now in, and so i'm certain the other one is not too far behind. Just when I think he's sleeping through the night permanently, he fools me. He slept 3 nights in a row, but then last night I was up with him for an hour - something wasn't just quite right with him, I guess. I finally crawled back in bed at 12:30am.
Regardless, he's my little lovie. He loves scrunching up his nose, thus making a silly face. He thinks he's pretty funny when he does this! He's discovered the exciting world of finger food - Cheerios are a hit! So far, he's not interested in cottage cheese or cheese in general. Can you believe that?
I cannot believe Christmas is next week...Adam is very excited! He saw Santa last Saturday and mustered up the courage to ask him for a "big monster truck." Of course!!!
Praying for a very Merry Christmas...
His top left tooth is now in, and so i'm certain the other one is not too far behind. Just when I think he's sleeping through the night permanently, he fools me. He slept 3 nights in a row, but then last night I was up with him for an hour - something wasn't just quite right with him, I guess. I finally crawled back in bed at 12:30am.
Regardless, he's my little lovie. He loves scrunching up his nose, thus making a silly face. He thinks he's pretty funny when he does this! He's discovered the exciting world of finger food - Cheerios are a hit! So far, he's not interested in cottage cheese or cheese in general. Can you believe that?
I cannot believe Christmas is next week...Adam is very excited! He saw Santa last Saturday and mustered up the courage to ask him for a "big monster truck." Of course!!!
Praying for a very Merry Christmas...
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