Friday, June 24, 2011

Photo Friday-Lola

This is my four legged kid, Lola (Lala to the interwebs). She had her annual check up today where she endured two shots and one big blood draw. Both were accomplished with no kicking, hitting, screaming, or crying. The vet was able to check her eyes, ears, and mouth without any physical restraint. When we left, no one in the waiting room stared. She didn't scream the entire way out of their office. I didn't come home and immediately pour myself a large glass of wine.

I'm thinking the next time, I'll take Tyson next time so he can take notes.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

I Can't Help Myself

Dear Tyson,

I stopped doing monthly letters when you turned 18 months old because I figured you and/or other people were probably getting bored with them. I mean you’re cute and smart, right? But you heard the same drill last month. You don’t need to get a big head about it. I made a pact with myself that the 18th month letter would be the last monthly letter I would write. For future reference, my pact did still allow annual letters to you and there was no limit to how long they could be.

Sticking with my pact, I didn’t write a 19 month letter. And then I regretted it. Big time. So, while official monthly letters are now a thing of the past, I can’t guarantee I won’t do a 21 month 3 day letter if the desire so strikes. And while you/other people might be bored, I’m afraid that six years from now I won’t remember the first time you said, “pease” or when you used to call Mickey Mouse “Boo” and for that reason alone, I’m writing a 19 month, 1 day letter. I’ll thank myself later.

The following are the ridiculously cute things you’re up to this month:

-Please and Thank you. You say them both! Like this: “peaaase” and “dankooo.” You also say them without being prompted! Sometimes you say them to the clerks at the store after they check us out, or to Mrs. Beth as we leave daycare, or to Mommy and Daddy when you want something. It’s without a doubt the cutest noise that comes out of your mouth.

-Blowing Kisses. Remember how I said I was pretty convinced I that I had taught you the fast track way to wind up on 16 and Pregnant? While you still love to give everyone and everything kisses at bedtime, your also newly enamored with blowing kisses to everyone and everything. That clerk that you said “dankoo” to? You also blew her kisses. The giant M&M dispenser at the store? You blew it kisses. The park? Blowing kisses every time we pass it.

-Blue. If we ask you what color something is, you tell us “blue.” It’s a great trick at parties when whatever we’re pointing to is actually blue. If it’s red, though, you still say blue.

-Eight. You also say “eight” when we ask what number this is. Again, great trick if it’s actually an eight. If it’s four, though, you still say eight.

-Three. That’s how old you are according to you.

-Done. You recently have had some huge temper tantrums discussions with us at the dinner table. Apparently when you are done eating, you’d like to get down immediately, run to the stairs, get your greasy dirty hands all over our (newly painted) walls and scream “BATH!” until we prematurely stop eating and take you to get a bath. I’m happy to report that after our discussions, you are now working on asking us each if we’re done before we get down from the table. “Mama, done? Dada, done? Ty, done?” It’s a much nicer way to end our dinner than listening to “BATH BATH BATH”

-Owie. You had your first scraped knee. Two little scrapes on the knee. We cleaned it up and put on a bandaid. You were really proud of your owie. You showed anyone who asked. You also showed some people who didn’t.

-Boo. You call Mickey Mouse boo. We have no clue why.

-Yes and no. You nod your head yes now when you want to say yes. It usually requires a lot of concentration, but the end result is oh so cute. You’re “no” has turned into “nooooo” said in a sing song/whiny voice. It’s not really oh so cute.

Remarkable, right? See why I couldn’t pass this month up?

You’re an amazing little boy-full of love, charm, and humor. I am lucky to be your Mommy and right now you are calling me to help you find more Boo.

Happy 19 months, 18 days little guy!



Saturday, June 18, 2011

Photo Friday-What's Wrong With This Picture?

Despite what Dan might want you to believe, I don't typically vacuum in a 1950ish dress and, despite what previous pictures might lead you to believe, we usually dress Tyson in more than a diaper. Also, this is not child labor. And my dog is attacking the vacuum. And Tyson is screaming, "NO NO Lala!"

So, that's a typical Thursday.

Friday, June 10, 2011


May was when we were supposed to have found out that Tyson would have a little sister. A fact that we instead learned through genetic testing completed after our D&C. A little girl. A complete family.

May was when we received our bill for the hospital with a line for the above genetic testing billed as an autopsy.

May was when we planned to decorate our little girl's room. We had debated getting a new glider and worried that they were too expensive. Instead of purchasing the new glider, I sadly wrote out a check for our hospital bills.

May was when I should have started wearing maternity clothes and happily showing off my baby bump. I found myself cringing when my cousin who was due a week earlier than us posted pictures of her (ridiculously cute and small) baby belly on facebook.

May was when my sister-in-law had a perfect and healthy baby boy. I worried that I wouldn't be able to hold him as I would be missing our little girl.

May was hard.

But June will be better.

Last week, we planted a tree in memory of our baby. A "girly" tree-one that will flower in the spring and turn deep red in the fall. A tree that we will watch grow to be big and beautiful, just like our little girl would have been.

The tree was closure that I needed. As was getting past the May milestones. There will be other hard days and other hard months, but I know that I will be ok. I know that our little girl is ok. She is loved. She is missed, but she is remembered every day.

Photo Friday

We took Tyson down to see Nanny and Papa's boat last Saturday. He LOVES boats and is quick to point each and every one out as we drive. Similar to birds. A lot of my life is spent saying, "Yes, Tyson that is a bird." Or, "Yes, Tyson that is a boat." If you ever want to know if you're looking at a bird or a boat, you should really ask me. I'm well versed.

Needless to say, the boat visit was well received by the toddler. We'll be back soon!

Friday, June 3, 2011

Photo Friday-They'rrree Back!

Last week at Target I spotted the denim clad box from afar, but good sense won out. I stuck faithfully to our cost efficient Up & Up diapers despite the denim cuteness that taunted me from the shelf. I was proud of myself.

This Wednesday, I received Huggies coupons AND Target coupons in the mail. Then the skies opened up and angels sang.

On Thursday, I happily purchased our one box summer allotment(unless more coupons arrive of course) of the Huggies Denim Diapers.

They are just as adorable as I remember.