09 August 2014
Connor was here.
My friend has an ongoing segment on her blog called, "Max was here," where where she shows funny pictures of the evidence where her cute toddler has been. For example, she found a toy train in her gas compartment of her car or a stack of toilet paper in the bathroom. I, too, find interesting evidence that Connor has been in a room. Like a clogged toilet full of way too much toilet paper (and way too much poo). Tonight, I was unclogging my second toilet for the day (Connor does NOT need help wiping his bum, nope!), Randy was with Andrew fishing, Joshy was on baby duty to keep him from "helping" me unclog the toilet. The toilet was particularly difficult to unclog, it took me some time. During the process, out of the corner of my eye I see Connor running into the house from the front door. I thought I saw that he was naked from the bottom down, but I didn't take the time to investigate. When I was finished cleaning up the toilet, I check on Connor. He is in the bathroom with poo down his legs and has a verrrry long strip of toilet paper. I lecture him on the proper use of toilet paper, demonstrate how long it should be, throw him in the bath and get him ready for bed. He needs his "Lamby" to sleep with. I remember seeing it in the backyard on the lawn. I go to get it, but it's not there. I ask Connor if he knows where it is. He says, "It's at the neighbor's." I remember the time earlier that evening of him running into the house. I go to the neighbor's front yard. No Lamby, but I do see something on their lawn. Connor's poopy shorts and underwear. Connor was here. Still investigating if Lamby made it into their house, it's still missing.
08 August 2014
Updates
I haven't done one of these in a long time and I need to do. I'm lamenting that I don't take enough pictures or capture all the cute things the boys say.
Jacob: He learns a new word, it seems, on a daily basis. He'll be a talker like Joshy was. His first word was Mama, but a close second was Daddy. He can also say, no ("nooooo!), Connor ("Co!"), popsicle, popcorn, hot, baba, milk, "mine!!". He thinks he's a big boy, follows his brothers around. He loves to cuddle. He has a hard time going to the nursery or the babysitting at the gym. I tell the teachers that he'll do best if he can have some cuddle time first thing. When I pick him up from his crib after nappping, he pats me on the back and gives me a kiss or two (or twenty). He's a very nice baby. Doesn't complain. Goes with the flow. Sleeps wherever and whenever when we're out and about. He loves dogs, squeals and screeches whenever he sees one. He insists on feeding himself, the food doesn't always make the mark. He's happiest when he's filthy, covered in dirt.
Connor: If it's quiet, he's making a mess. I've nicknamed him "Bam Bam" because he is all over the place, wreaking havoc on anything he touches. He is all boy. He climbs, jumps, builds, smashes. He has learned the art of splitting brother against brother. He always sides with big brother Andrew. He can't stand it when we're mad at him. He hates being in trouble. He's in trouble a lot. I'm too soft on him, though, because he's so sweet and kind. He brings me flowers. Tells me I'm a "good boy." He wanders off by himself into his own world, I can see his mouth moving, talking to himself, pretending he's fighting off bad guys. He loves Curious George and Ninjago. He changes his outfits multiple times a day. He prefers to wear jammies.
Joshy: He's two years younger than Andrew, but I treat him almost as his equal. He picks up on things quick. He is my best helper. It's best to keep him busy because he's also my best trouble maker. He loves to write stories and draw pictures. He says he wants to be an author someday. He likes to play chess. He also likes to watch Barbie, My Little Pony, and Strawberry Shortcake. He needs a lot of attention and often will say or do things to get it. He loves to fish with his dad and brothers. He loves to ride his bike. He keeps his treasures packed nice and neat. He loves to show them to anyone interested. He collects coins like his daddy.
Andrew: He's filling out and getter taller by the nanosecond. He can eat a Big Mac and still need more food. He loves to eat. He loves to laugh. He loves to tease. He is a good big brother, they all worship him. He is the peace keeper in the family. He is just a nice person to be around. He bore his testimony in church a few weeks ago. It was short and sincere. He is confident and secure with himself. He was picked to be in a play at the museum - they do "participlays" every day in the summer - and I'm amazed at his natural abilities to be "in character." It's fun to watch him. He keeps a low profile in the house. He knows if he stays out of sight, he won't be put to work. He's learned to work first, then play. A quality I wish I had. The boys have daily chores and Andrew will set his alarm for 7 am, get his chores done first thing so the rest of the day he can do what he wants. We rode scooters to the school yesterday, which was fine going downhill, but the uphill was brutal. Andrew said, "I just told myself to keep going because then it would be over faster."
I am proud of all my boys. They are amazing people.
Jacob: He learns a new word, it seems, on a daily basis. He'll be a talker like Joshy was. His first word was Mama, but a close second was Daddy. He can also say, no ("nooooo!), Connor ("Co!"), popsicle, popcorn, hot, baba, milk, "mine!!". He thinks he's a big boy, follows his brothers around. He loves to cuddle. He has a hard time going to the nursery or the babysitting at the gym. I tell the teachers that he'll do best if he can have some cuddle time first thing. When I pick him up from his crib after nappping, he pats me on the back and gives me a kiss or two (or twenty). He's a very nice baby. Doesn't complain. Goes with the flow. Sleeps wherever and whenever when we're out and about. He loves dogs, squeals and screeches whenever he sees one. He insists on feeding himself, the food doesn't always make the mark. He's happiest when he's filthy, covered in dirt.
Connor: If it's quiet, he's making a mess. I've nicknamed him "Bam Bam" because he is all over the place, wreaking havoc on anything he touches. He is all boy. He climbs, jumps, builds, smashes. He has learned the art of splitting brother against brother. He always sides with big brother Andrew. He can't stand it when we're mad at him. He hates being in trouble. He's in trouble a lot. I'm too soft on him, though, because he's so sweet and kind. He brings me flowers. Tells me I'm a "good boy." He wanders off by himself into his own world, I can see his mouth moving, talking to himself, pretending he's fighting off bad guys. He loves Curious George and Ninjago. He changes his outfits multiple times a day. He prefers to wear jammies.
Joshy: He's two years younger than Andrew, but I treat him almost as his equal. He picks up on things quick. He is my best helper. It's best to keep him busy because he's also my best trouble maker. He loves to write stories and draw pictures. He says he wants to be an author someday. He likes to play chess. He also likes to watch Barbie, My Little Pony, and Strawberry Shortcake. He needs a lot of attention and often will say or do things to get it. He loves to fish with his dad and brothers. He loves to ride his bike. He keeps his treasures packed nice and neat. He loves to show them to anyone interested. He collects coins like his daddy.
Andrew: He's filling out and getter taller by the nanosecond. He can eat a Big Mac and still need more food. He loves to eat. He loves to laugh. He loves to tease. He is a good big brother, they all worship him. He is the peace keeper in the family. He is just a nice person to be around. He bore his testimony in church a few weeks ago. It was short and sincere. He is confident and secure with himself. He was picked to be in a play at the museum - they do "participlays" every day in the summer - and I'm amazed at his natural abilities to be "in character." It's fun to watch him. He keeps a low profile in the house. He knows if he stays out of sight, he won't be put to work. He's learned to work first, then play. A quality I wish I had. The boys have daily chores and Andrew will set his alarm for 7 am, get his chores done first thing so the rest of the day he can do what he wants. We rode scooters to the school yesterday, which was fine going downhill, but the uphill was brutal. Andrew said, "I just told myself to keep going because then it would be over faster."
I am proud of all my boys. They are amazing people.
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