Archive for ‘funny things’

June 21st, 2012

oops

Last week Mungo (one of our goldfish) died.

Earlier this week, we walked by the fish bowl to find this:

I wonder if similar activities lead to Mungo’s demise. Astrid, the other fish, seems to be depressed ever since Mungo got flushed, and after the crayon incident, I think it’s possible we might not have Astrid for much longer either.

June 12th, 2012

funnies

Before I forget …

A couple of weeks ago while I thought David was distracted by Sesame Street I snuck away to shower. While shampooing I hear a little voice saying, “wet, wet” and turn to find David pointing at me. I told him to go watch Elmo and he disappeared. A few minutes later, his little arm came through the curtain handing me our umbrella. It made me laugh so hard.

Because we live in Idaho an important word to learn is, “windy.” David quickly learned “windy” on our walks outside and for a while thought that was the name of the fan, too. I think it’s a pretty clever connection for a toddler.

There is a spot of dead grass we often pass outside when we go for walks. I never thought much of this spot of grass until David stopped to inspect it one day exclaiming, “Nine! Nine!” Sure enough, it looks like the number nine, if you’re 19 months old and learning your numbers.

And this is what I mean when I say he ‘sorts’ things:

Green lid in the green container, red car in the red container (he added the blue two after counting there were two containers). He also found the matching lids, I don’t keep them all matched up. I think it’s possible a little of my OCD tendencies are already rubbing off …

June 12th, 2012

quirky quirks

David has always had his own personality, but toddler days make it come out more and more every day. A few funny things about David:

 

  • He’s completely obsessed with hats.
  • He’s almost just as obsessed with shoes. When he’s not wearing his own pair, he’s walking around in a pair of mine (he tries Matt’s first, but they are still too big and too heavy for him to walk around in, so he settles with mine).
  • One night a few months ago we were looking for his stuffed puppy and I started making little kissy sounds as if we were looking for a real puppy. Ever since, David makes kissy sounds when he is looking for someone or something. It’s HILARIOUS when he walks around our apartment kissing and calling, “Daaad! Daad!”
  • Sometimes he calls me “honey.” Lately though, if he comes to find me after after being in separate rooms he just says, “hey you.”
  • When David wants something to move or when he’s moving around, he often says, “beep, beep.” You know, like a truck. Just the other day he was helping me put away dishes, he couldn’t get one of the cabinet doors to stay open long enough for him to put his plastic plate away. After pushing it several times he finally, very frustrated yelled, “Beep, BEEEEP!” as if that would make the door stay open. It did.
  • He loves to walk around with his hands in his pockets.
  • He loves cars, trucks, airplanes, animals, reading, and calling people on the phone. He still doesn’t say much when he “talks” on the phone to an actual person; he mostly just stands and smiles or shows them his toys.
  • He thinks he has a baby in his belly too.
  • He now plays “pretend” kind of. He often puts all of his animals to bed on a blanket. He also likes to pretend various pieces of his dinner are trucks or animals.
  • He doesn’t like being sticky or dirty. A word we hear very often now: “Ewww!”
  • He now knows most of the alphabet (all but 5 of the letters) and numbers 1 through 10 by sight. I honestly have no idea where a lot of this came from; he just picks up on stuff so fast that he’s now learning faster than I can teach him.
  • His turkey sandwiches always say, “gobble, gobble” before he eats them. He made the connection all on his own: I told him one day at lunch that he was eating turkey and cheese and not tacos (everything is tacos or pasta). He looked at the turkey meat and said, “gobble, gobble” and stuffed it in his mouth.
  • He sorts things; stuffed animals from plastic toys, toys by color, cars from trucks, etc. It’s kind of weird sometimes, I’ll admit.

I have a persistant nagging feeling that there was one thing in particular that I wanted to write down before I forgot forever, but of course I can’t remember what it is now. So the list just gets longer and longer while I sit here and try and remember what it was that I wanted to write. Maybe I’ll remember when I’m not trying so hard.

 

April 16th, 2012

my morning so far

It’s 7:15 am. It’s been a long morning.

David woke up at 2 am, I spent an hour getting him back to sleep. He got up again at 5 am, this time Matt went and tried to get him to go back to sleep. After half an hour of continuous crying, Matt came back and I went to try to convince David it wasn’t time to be awake.

By 6 am I could hear that our upstairs neighbors had given up on sleeping and started their day (sorry neighbors). I was just about out of patience with David when he suddenly got quiet and widened his eyes. He heard birds chirping outside.

“Wow!”

“Do you hear the birds?”

“Caw! Caw!”

“Your crying woke up the birds.”

He lifts his hands next to his face with his palms up, “Ups.” (“Ups” is how he says oops, it’s one of his newest, most favorite words.)

I chuckled. I was tired and frustrated, but I couldn’t help but let out a little laugh.

I convinced him to lie down on his pillow and “listen” to the birds. When they stopped chirping, he said, “Uh, oh.” So I told him that the birds went night-night (maybe they did, right?). He rolled over and snuggled with his blanket and went to sleep. By this time, I knew that he would only sleep for half an hour or so before being ready to be up for the day, but I still felt validated as a parent that he went back to sleep in his bed, and I didn’t have to give in to the crying.

He did get up half an hour later and immediately ran to the pantry (maybe his hunger had been keeping him awake …).

We ate breakfast.

We made shadow puppets in the rising sunlight.

I started a load of laundry.

I got dough out of the freezer to make homemade hot pockets for lunch.

David carefully arranged his cars on the couch.

Now David is watching Sesame Street via Netflix, and I’m trying not to fall asleep.

February 20th, 2012

a day in the life

The other night as we were falling asleep …

Matt: “What are you thinking about?”

Me: “Babies. What are you thinking about?”

Matt: “… Passwords.”

 

We’re that simple and that nerdy.

 

A funny David moment:

Last week after Matt had left for work David wondered off to our bedroom (he usually goes in there to play with Matt’s balance ball). He came back to the front room a few minutes later with one of Matt’s ties draped around his neck and came up to me and gave me a few kisses. Then he went and stood by the front door and said, “Bye! Bye!” and blew me kisses.

It was pretty cute.

 

January 16th, 2012

daily mysteries

Sometimes I call David Robin Hood because he steals stuff and leaves it somewhere random.

Missing your phone? Check the pantry by the flour and sugar.

Sippy cups can be found on the bookcase.

Matt, are you looking for your balance ball? It’s in the bathtub, of course.

If your shoes go missing, look in the cupboard with the plastic tupperware.

Mascara is found next to David’s books and blocks.

October 31st, 2011

happy halloween!

Last Halloween we dressed up as the tired parents of a two-week-old baby (ourselves). So we really felt like we needed to step it up a little bit this Halloween.

We dressed up as Rock, Paper, Scissors. David was a rock (we just dressed him in all grey and called it good), Matt was paper (dressed in a men’s 2XXL shirt with lines on it and a piece of poster-board underneath), and I was scissors (I wore giant pair of cardboard and duck tape scissors I made this morning). Our costume was a huge hit at the Halloween party we went to, and everyone got to sign Matt’s “paper.” I think I’m pretty clever.

A week or so ago I carved a monogrammed pumpkin — I’m more into classy Halloween than scary. I am pretty proud (very, very proud) of our pumpkin family. I think I may have done too well though, because most of the people who comment on it ask if I bought it. I didn’t.

 

I printed off a LARGE letter N and taped it to the pumpkin. Then I took a needle and outlined the letter with little holes.

I took a knife and connected my needle marks and then used a carving tool from Matt’s ceramics class a few years ago and carved just the first few layers of the pumpkin. I didn’t hollow-out our pumpkin because our complex has bright outdoor lights by every apartment, so it wouldn’t do much good to put a light inside the pumpkin, but it would look very nice with light glowing behind the letter. I got the idea from Martha Stewart a few years ago, but didn’t have the chance to do it until this Halloween. Sometimes I just open our door to look at how nice and friendly our front step looks (and to admire my domesticity).

I also made a fall wreath with an old burlap potato bag, cattails from someone’s yard, some wheat, and berries I stole from someone else’s yard. For being free looks pretty friendly too, I just haven’t taken a good picture of it yet.

Oh, and this is David in a Halloween onesie walking around with his potato.

 

David likes to go into our pantry and pull potatoes out of the bag and take bites out of them, like apples. By the way, I promise that I do put pants on my baby, he just likes to take them off (and yes, he’s only wearing only one sock).

Notice how he walks with his arms in the air. So cute.

 

August 23rd, 2011

today’s cutest moment

David imitating the sound of our blender. It made us both laugh so hard, so we encouraged him to continue.

 

August 19th, 2011

what I’m loving right now

David making Billy goat sounds while trying to comb his hair with the TV remote. The only thing cuter is him saying “uh-oh” over and over again with his little baby voice. Or maybe his giggles. It’s hard to choose.

July 20th, 2011

chronicles of a housewife: manly haircuts

Maybe it is my own obsessive-compulsiveness, but I feel that if I’m going to be a legitimate housewife, I have to be domesticated in every aspect of homemaking, including giving men’s haircuts.

After overcoming my initial trepidation, we purchased some clippers and attachments. Matt needed a haircut immediately, so after studying the diagrams provided in the clipper kit, I started on Matt’s hair. Because there’s no proof otherwise, I can say that things got off to a really good start; he didn’t look too bad at all.

After I finished with the haircut, I removed all the attachments and got ready to do some fine tuning around his neck and ears.

I ended up doing this and shrieking. And laughing. And maybe even crying a little.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I started over on the haircut, and now Matt has REALLY short hair. Good thing it’s summer.