Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Out of the mouths of babes... Part II

Children, they're a never-ending source of awesomesauce!

"Be nice, mom" - I get this more times than I'd like to admit.  It seems anytime the hubs and I have a discussion and I get a little snarky (who me?) TT is there to tell me to be nice.  He's become so adept at it that he's started warning me of my impending snarkiness before *I* even realize that it's about to happen.

"No plashing, C-McC" - TT & C-McC tend to enjoy bath time together, lately C-McC has become a lot more energetic in the tub... and that involves "plashing" (or splashing as us adults would refer to it as).  This frustrates the heck out of TT because he isn't allowed to splash so why is C-McC?  I'd hazard a guess that in the last week I've heard "No plashing, C-McC" (no TT does not actually refer to his brother by C-McC but you get my drift) in excess of at least a dozen times...

"Mommy, you a balla-reena?" - The hubs had yesterday off (holiday Monday for us Canukians), so we decided to head out and get some shopping done.  It was a wee bit muggy, so I wore a brown linen blend skirt... the moment I walked into the kitchen TT beamed up at me and asked if I was a balla-reena.  It make me feel seriously awesome and wonder what the heck he thought of my normal schlubby clothes... if wearing a skirt makes me a ballerina, maybe I need to step it up a notch on a daily basis.


"Daddy mom's boss, mom" -This came out of nowhere!  The hubs, TT & I were in the kitchen (C-McC was grabbing a much needed nap), when TT just blurted out that the hubs was my boss.  Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaawt?  Obviously, the hubs sneered and strongly agreed with TT - drat even at just shy of 3 he's already siding with his father!


"Hi kids!" - This seriously makes me smile every.single.time.I.hear.it... it's usually followed by "I a TT", while he proudly pats his chest. 

"So good!" - TT (and C-McC) received a play kitchen as their "big" present last year for Christmas... it's been a hit (with TT at least).  He likes to mix up some tasty treats and one day he handed me a plate... I asked what it was, "So good!".  So, I asked what was in it, "So good!".  Then I asked how he made it, "So good!".  Apparently the ingredients and methodology were a secret and all I needed to know was that it was "SO GOOD!"

"That's so tasty" - When TT is eating one of (his many) favourite treats he loudly proclaims "That's so tasty!" which is much preferred to "Ewwww, yuck".

Because I've picked up some new readers along the way I'll just brief you on what my boys acronyms stand for:
TT is my Teeny Terror, C-McC is my Clingy-McClingster.  I'm sure an explanation for why they are what they are isn't necessary (although if you don't know... feel free to ask and I can definitely cite a couple examples for why TT is a Teeny Terror or why C-McC is my Clingy-McClingster)

Friday, May 20, 2011

Mama-Hood: It Ain't All Sunshine, Lollipops & Rainbows

In fact, I've found that there's a lot of snot, fecal matter and WWE wrestling (over teeth brushing of all things *sighs*). 

Irregardless, it is incredibly rewarding.  I know, totally misleading entry title, gotta keep my readers on their toes *wink wink*

So here's my Top 5 for why I do, what I do:

5)  Every.Single.Day.I.Learn.Something.New - seeing life through a 2.5y/o (*gasp* almost 3y/o) eyes is wonderful (most of the time).  Every day he says/does/learns something new; it allows me to reflect on my childhood (which, for the record, was pretty darn wicked awesome)

4)  Dandelion.Bouquets - they rock, there is something unbelievably sweet about watching your little man gather dandelions from the yard (we've got an overabundance of them, yo), take a deep sniff and hand them to you with such a look of pride.

3)  Family bed - when Mr. Sun makes his appearance in the morning, everyone finds their way to the same bed.  We burrow under the covers, we snuggle, we giggle and we just enjoy waking up together.

2)  I get paid in snuggles - seriously, there aren't many things better than your child burrowing in more closely on your lap... snuggling their nose right in the crook of your neck *sighs*

1)  "Wuv you mommy" - granted TT doesn't say "Wuv you" anymore (it's a far more grown-up "love you") but it seriously melts.my.heart every.single.time he tells me that he loves me.  Especially when it comes out of nowhere (you know... colouring on the floor and he rolls over to say "I love you mom").  I can't wait for the first time C-McC utters those words.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Out of the mouths of babes...

"Take it easy, guys"
This was first said whilst the hubs & I were embroiled in an intense discussion...  TT stood between us both with his arms out stretched (palms flat) and in earnest asked us to "Take it easy, guys".  Some form of this phrase is said quite often during the day, especially if the hubs and I are really.close while talking (because close = arguing).

"Look dad, a baby airplane"
Some of you may remember that we took TT to explore the Space & Aviation Museum in Ottawa as a part of our Winterlude activities... well, apparently that experience has stuck with him.  The hubs took TT to town the other day and drove by the local airstrip.  The hubs said to TT "Look TT airplanes" and pointed.  TT piped up from the back seat "Look dad, baby airplanes".

"That one"
TT has long had a favourite cousin, he learned her name first, he called everyone else by her name and if I ever need to get out of the house I ask him if he wants to see said cousin. (Yes, I'm not above "lying" to grease the wheels in this house)  Well, this particular cousin's older sister came for supper at our house one evening.  TT knows her name (but then she went and decided to get all edumacated and go to university), we know he knows her name.  So we all burst out laughing when he pointed at her and said "That one". 

"What about B?"
My mom and I were running some errands... TT & C-McC were chilling like villains in the back seat.  On our way home we saw a tractor, TT said "Look unkie M's tracker".  Mom and I asked "What about uncle J" to which he promptly replied "What about B?"  B is TT's cousin.  He's three months older than TT and suffice to say, he doesn't actually own any tractors (of the real, farming kind).

Apparently (almost) 3y/o cousin B owns one of these bad boys
(Please note, this may or may not be the exact "tacker" in question
I'm sure that if my dear brothers read this, they'll notice the series number
and let me know if it is indeed the correct one - they're cool like that
)
**Not even 2hrs later, I received a phone call letting me know that this was
not.their.tractor, in fact they even knew the series number of this particular
tractor (which you can't see because of the angle... so they knew it by sight,
I swear they have John Deere super power
s)   I.am.shocked. 

(not... I was expecting "the call")**

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

No sequel to Sh*t-a-geddon

Dear TT & C-McC,
There will not be a sequel to Shit-a-geddon.
Got it?
Love,
Mama ♥

My children conspired against me... I was certain I would have at least two years before this happened, I suppose I was wrong.

The hubs, C-McC drove 2hrs to "the city" for an unfortunate family/social engagement...  whilst TT stayed with his Auntie and her puppy (he was ridiculously excited to spend the day with the puppy... ). 

C-McC was a freaking dream... slept the whole 2hrs and because we were running behind (isn't that the story of my life?) we arrived with minutes to spare... yank C-McC out of his car seat and I get a handful of poop.  *gag*  Good thing I pack like a mule and had an extra outfit! 

C-McC screams echo off the empty bathroom (apparently he could be heard from outside - score one for that awesomeness) where I scraped breastfed poop off of my son.  Had someone come in and ask if it was okay to start (fack, now I'm embarrassed... didn't realize everyone was waiting for me and Shitty-McGoo).  Get screaming banshee dressed and pop him in my sling for boob... go and sit.  C-McC behaves like a dream... charms people around us... and is just his general wonderful, inquisitive self.  Pulls plug from lap top that is playing a video/song for group (Yay!).  Mama fumbles to figure it out.

Mingle.  Lunch.  Mingle some more.  Hugs, kisses, etc.  Head home because C-McC has conked out and pray to all that is holy that he sleeps the whole way home! 

Drop some supper off to my lovely brothers, banshee (I mean C-McC) wakes up... and is hungry.now! 

Go to Aunts to pick up TT (and bring C-McC for a visit) and Shitty-McGoo struck again... now I have a car seat to wash, two blankets and a dress shirt. 

Get home and the hubs is busy doing some things... I'm on the phone with my grandma... nursing Porky-McPhee (aka: C-McC) and TT is crammed between a chair and a storage chest (generally a sign that he is pooping because heaven forbid my almost three year old poops on a toilet *sighs*), asked TT if he was pooping or needed to poop and got the expected response of "No poot".  Finish up call with my grandma and go to clean up TT's arse only to find poop.  EVERYWHERE.  Up his pants.  Down his pants... On the floor, his feet, the wall.   In his hair AND on my curtains (I don't know how it jumped out of his ass & landed on the curtain but it did *sighs*)

That was my day yesterday and yes, I had to throw out the curtains!