Mommin' It Up!

January 8, 2010January 7, 2010

Scavenger Hunt

I never pictured myself searching my house for a puddle of pee, but that’s exactly what happened tonight.

Sam’s 21 months old now, and he’s very excited about the prospect of going in the potty. Not that he’s actually done it or anything, but it sure looks fun when Elmo does it. We’ve put him on the potty a few times to no avail, but that’s about as far as we’ve gotten.

This afternoon we all went out to play in the snow (I will post pictures of Sam dressed in a blanket sleeper, two pairs of his dad’s socks – his boots won’t fit anymore – and Kate’s old purple jacket and pink hat with pom poms as soon as I get them uploaded. Oh and he also had pink socks on his hands because I couldn’t find his gloves). In any case, when we got back in, he looked at me and said “poopy!” I said “Did you poop?” and he said no, but said yes when I asked him if he needed to. He said “Let’s go!” and off to the potty we ran. Again, nothing happened, but I had the bright idea to leave his diaper off for a while. I put some Baby Legs on him and let him run free.

Throughout the afternoon and into the evening, we tried the potty thing off and on, but he didn’t do anything. He hadn’t had any accidents either, so I thought he would surely have to do something soon. I wanted to give it one last try before putting him to bed, so I sat him on the potty and let him read “Elmo Goes Potty” for a while. As he was enjoying his reading time, I took his Baby Legs off since I was going to put him in his jammies. At that point, I realized the Baby Legs were wet. I had cleaned up (what I thought was) juice he spilled a little bit earlier, and I couldn’t tell if what was on them was juice or pee. (The sniff test was inconclusive, if you can believe that.) So I decided to ask him.

Me: Sammy, what is on your socks?
Sammy: Juice!
Me: Is it juice or pee pee?
Sammy: Pee pee!
Me: Did you pee pee on your socks?
Sammy: No! Juice!
Me: So is this juice or pee pee?
Sammy: Pee pee.
Me: Where is the rest of the pee pee?
Sammy: Socks.
Me: I know this is on your socks, but where is the rest? Where did you pee pee?
Sammy: In Daddy’s room.
Me: You pee peed in Daddy’s room?
Sammy: No. Pee pee in the potty.
Me: No, you didn’t pee pee in the potty. Can you show me where the pee pee is?
Sammy: Daddy’s room!

So we went to Daddy’s room (which incidentally is also my room). I looked at the carpet critically, but didn’t see anything. As I looked around the bathroom floor in our room, it occurred to me that I was searching my house for a pool of pee. Never thought I’d do that, but disturbingly it seemed perfectly normal. I guess I am officially fully entrenched in parenthood.

Eventually I found what I was looking for – on the floor next to Sammy’s chair at the kitchen table. The chair on which he likes to stand. Next to the table on which I had earlier cleaned up “spilled juice.”

Can someone pass the Lysol wipes?

November 2, 2009

Trick-or-Treat Tradition 2009

Emily told you last year about our Halloween tradition of trick-or-treating together. It has made Halloween a really special holiday for us. I must confess I never had warm and fuzzy feelings about Halloween. I mean I love me some candy, but come on. Now, Halloween has the potential to make me downright MISTY! I mean who wouldn’t get a little choked up at Tinkerbell sweetly smooching Optimus Prime?

Or two Tinkerbell cousins having a pre-trick-or-treat fairy huddle time?

While their Peter Pan took off with one of their trick-or-treat buckets and was ready to GO!?

My favorite part of this year’s trick-or-treat was how much Sophie loved it. She was not exactly an, um, willing participant last year, but this year? She spread her wings and got her some CANDY!

She had a pretty good example. She kept calling Kate “Cake” all night, and she thought Cake was pretty darn awesome!

Of course Joshua loved it, too. He kept running down the street yelling, “Trick-or-treat is finally here!” He has been asking about it ALL MONTH! I thought he looked pretty tough in his Optimus Prime costume!

But the best costume of all?? The award goes to Emily’s husband Andy, who channeled “Earl” from “My name is Earl” so well it was probably the scariest thing I saw ALL NIGHT!

(I would also like to note that Andy was rather proud of his efforts and said, “Jenny will you take my picture and put it on ‘Mommin’ It Up’?” Well of COURSE I WILL!)

Ok, since I take waaaay to many pictures, here are some of my faves from the night:

Optimus Tinkerbell!

Em and Sammers

General cuteness

Pre-TOT meeting

Super-happy Sophie

On their way

We had a great time, and we are blessed with such great cousins to share this with each year!

August 27, 2009

Snips and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails

Sam chicken noodle soup

Sammy. I love that boy. I do. He is sweet and smart and cute and all around amazing.

But he is messy.

He has been messy since birth, and it is getting worse rather than better. And look at his table manners! Nearly every meal, snack or drink requires a complete change of clothes. And most often, a bath.

On Saturday, Kate, Andy and I were sitting on the living room floor playing Old Maid and minding our own business when Mr. Sam walked out of the kitchen chomping on the heel of a loaf of bread. “Where did you get that?” I asked him. “Num num!” he replied happily. Andy went in the kitchen to investigate and quickly deduced that Sam opened the kitchen trash can, pulled out the discarded bread bag, un-twisted the twist-tie and helped himself to a slice.

Hey, a guy’s gotta eat.

I can only imagine what nastiness is to come.

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Do you have a gross kid story? We want to hear it! Leave a comment and tell us the yuckiest thing your kid has ever done. Come on, I can’t be the only one whose kid eats out of the garbage can… can I?