Here is the problem with having kids so close together.... One gets too close emotionally with the other without a return in favor.
Let me explain...
Dylan adores Gavin. He thinks Gavin is the bees knees and can do no wrong. Gavin is his superhero and he could not idolize him more.
Gavin... Well he loves Dylan' but with one year of preschool and socializing with other kids under his belt... Well, he doesn't feel as attached to Dylan as Dylan is to Gavin.
Gavin has always been more independent. Dylan has always been more dependent... Especially on Gavin's company.
D is always begging for G to come along where G is always telling D he can't come.
It's hard to watch.
What's harder? Watching it on the playground when G finds himself a little girl that quickly gets coined as his "girlfriend" and they are both ignoring a trailing Dylan.
Too bad i wasn't there to actually see it.
Yet my lovely husband caught it on video for me to witness.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Gavin-isms
Mom, if a bad guy is choking me, you got to cut dem wit scissors!
D, when i was your old, i told dad "no! No! No!"
Poop was hurting my belly... And hurt come down to my leg right here and it hurted and you have to carry me to bed.
I did that this last morning.
MOM!! Hair is getting under my armpit!
When I get big like chu, i will touch that.
D, you are too little strong to choke bad guys.
D, talk to the hand!!
Mom... I am pretty cool.
Gavin... I would say you are very cool!
D, when i was your old, i told dad "no! No! No!"
Poop was hurting my belly... And hurt come down to my leg right here and it hurted and you have to carry me to bed.
I did that this last morning.
MOM!! Hair is getting under my armpit!
When I get big like chu, i will touch that.
D, you are too little strong to choke bad guys.
D, talk to the hand!!
Mom... I am pretty cool.
Gavin... I would say you are very cool!
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
To my boys
There are places I remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all
But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
In my life I love you more
-The Beatles
"In My Life"
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all
But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
In my life I love you more
-The Beatles
"In My Life"
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
The Newest Super Soaker... and its free
At least it was for me!!!
How cool right?
Just wait...
So, Cor was working up a poop and I waiting until he relaxed enough that I thought he was done with the whole process.
I got a new diaper and sat in the floor in front of his playmat where he was playing spread eagle...
Very mundane process really... wipes, check... diaper, check.
So I undid the diaper and slid the top under his butt and got the dingy and everything clean, slid the new diaper under the old and grabbed both feed to lift the butt, clean and remove old...
THAT WAS THE INTENTION.
what happened was I lifted his legs, made one swipe of the butt and WHAM...
That child let out the loudest, strongest, WETTEST fart in known history.
*Can't be that bad Casey.*
YOU WOULD BE WRONG.
He sprayed poop everywhere... on the hardwood, himself, my pants (with holes), my arms, my shirt and MY FREAKIN' FACE.
Thank God I didn't have my mouth open.
I think....
When it happened I dropped his legs and screamed like the girl I embraced myself to be in that moment and sat there in shock... just shocked....
No one heard my screams.
Except Cor and I got the first official laugh out of him.
As I sat thinking "how in the hell did that just happen"... I felt the poop start working its way through the holes in my jeans and that woke me out of my shocked state.
I jumped up to walk across the poop covered floor to grab another diaper when it actually dawned on me that 1) I was barefooted and 2) there was poop working its way all the way down my leg.
THAT is when I stripped.
Then I wiped the floor with baby wipes and started a pile of "pooped on stuff" that I was planning on just burning.
I wiped down the baby who is amazing happy... got his naked butt of the poop mat and proceed to change him officially when BOOM.
*no.. not kidding*
He peed a river.
It hit my hair.
I cleaned him off of pee once again and finally got a clean diapered, happy baby.
I, in my still naked, peed on state, picked up the poop pile, threw it in the washer...
then I picked up annoyingly happy baby, walked straight into J's office, handed him baby and got a shower with a trusty bottle of antibacterial dial hand soap.
I think J is still laughing.
How cool right?
Just wait...
So, Cor was working up a poop and I waiting until he relaxed enough that I thought he was done with the whole process.
I got a new diaper and sat in the floor in front of his playmat where he was playing spread eagle...
Very mundane process really... wipes, check... diaper, check.
So I undid the diaper and slid the top under his butt and got the dingy and everything clean, slid the new diaper under the old and grabbed both feed to lift the butt, clean and remove old...
THAT WAS THE INTENTION.
what happened was I lifted his legs, made one swipe of the butt and WHAM...
That child let out the loudest, strongest, WETTEST fart in known history.
*Can't be that bad Casey.*
YOU WOULD BE WRONG.
He sprayed poop everywhere... on the hardwood, himself, my pants (with holes), my arms, my shirt and MY FREAKIN' FACE.
Thank God I didn't have my mouth open.
I think....
When it happened I dropped his legs and screamed like the girl I embraced myself to be in that moment and sat there in shock... just shocked....
No one heard my screams.
Except Cor and I got the first official laugh out of him.
As I sat thinking "how in the hell did that just happen"... I felt the poop start working its way through the holes in my jeans and that woke me out of my shocked state.
I jumped up to walk across the poop covered floor to grab another diaper when it actually dawned on me that 1) I was barefooted and 2) there was poop working its way all the way down my leg.
THAT is when I stripped.
Then I wiped the floor with baby wipes and started a pile of "pooped on stuff" that I was planning on just burning.
I wiped down the baby who is amazing happy... got his naked butt of the poop mat and proceed to change him officially when BOOM.
*no.. not kidding*
He peed a river.
It hit my hair.
I cleaned him off of pee once again and finally got a clean diapered, happy baby.
I, in my still naked, peed on state, picked up the poop pile, threw it in the washer...
then I picked up annoyingly happy baby, walked straight into J's office, handed him baby and got a shower with a trusty bottle of antibacterial dial hand soap.
I think J is still laughing.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Summer Injury 2010 #7
Injury of the Unknown
We just don't know how he did it. We are guessing... J was watching TV, Gavin and I was bathing Corgan. Gavin and I heard a scream and thought nothing of it... lets be honest, you can't tell the difference in Dylan's "i hate being in trouble and I am frustrated" scream, or "I didn't get what I want" scream, versus his "my head is being ripped off by a man eating dinosaur" scream.
He has one scream and cry... it is loud and takes his breath away....
We assumed, being Dylan and close to bedtime time, he was just in trouble. Until J walked in the bathroom and I saw the blood.
J didn't know what had happened... he just knew Dylan was going upstairs then he heard a thud and boom.. blood.
I looked later and there is a stop on the wall where the paint is cracked and the sheet rock is pushed in real good... I am assuming he fell, hit the wall and hit it hard enough to basically explode the skin where he hit... because the cut was jagged, and there was a very good size know with it.
We shaved it and cleaned it up... this one we were not sure if he would need stitches or not, so we took him to the ER anyways.... no stitches... they said unless it is a cm (a quarter of an inch) they won't stitch... that sounds wide to me...but whatever.
And yes, the ER did question J about the almost identical spot on the other side of his head.
And yes, J was worried about CPS
And yes, I think he will have a mohawk on his first day of preschool.
We just don't know how he did it. We are guessing... J was watching TV, Gavin and I was bathing Corgan. Gavin and I heard a scream and thought nothing of it... lets be honest, you can't tell the difference in Dylan's "i hate being in trouble and I am frustrated" scream, or "I didn't get what I want" scream, versus his "my head is being ripped off by a man eating dinosaur" scream.
He has one scream and cry... it is loud and takes his breath away....
We assumed, being Dylan and close to bedtime time, he was just in trouble. Until J walked in the bathroom and I saw the blood.
J didn't know what had happened... he just knew Dylan was going upstairs then he heard a thud and boom.. blood.
I looked later and there is a stop on the wall where the paint is cracked and the sheet rock is pushed in real good... I am assuming he fell, hit the wall and hit it hard enough to basically explode the skin where he hit... because the cut was jagged, and there was a very good size know with it.
We shaved it and cleaned it up... this one we were not sure if he would need stitches or not, so we took him to the ER anyways.... no stitches... they said unless it is a cm (a quarter of an inch) they won't stitch... that sounds wide to me...but whatever.
And yes, the ER did question J about the almost identical spot on the other side of his head.
And yes, J was worried about CPS
And yes, I think he will have a mohawk on his first day of preschool.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Dylan is curiosity... I am the cat...
the "I wonder what would happen" attitude boys have is killing me.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Summer Injury #6
Summer Injury #6: Pretty Bird..
D is a kid that gets distracted very very easily....
Lets not go into the medications the doctors will try to put him on when he hits school because lets be honest... he is my total ADHD kid.
He was playing and running with G and being distracted, didn't realize the window sill had jumped out right in front of him.
We had ER nurse Uncle Berek look at it and he said it looked like they would prolly just put glue on it... so no stitches, thank goodness, but ugh.. another shaved hole in his hair...
D is a kid that gets distracted very very easily....
Lets not go into the medications the doctors will try to put him on when he hits school because lets be honest... he is my total ADHD kid.
He was playing and running with G and being distracted, didn't realize the window sill had jumped out right in front of him.
We had ER nurse Uncle Berek look at it and he said it looked like they would prolly just put glue on it... so no stitches, thank goodness, but ugh.. another shaved hole in his hair...
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