Sunday, August 28, 2011

How we survived the "hurricane"

First off, I'm so thankful hurricane Irene turned into tropical storm Irene, then mostly into regular-old storm Irene.  We did all we could to prepare for the worst - took everything out of the yard that could become a projectile, took stuff off the floor of the basement in case it flooded, located all the flashlights and the portable radio, stocked up on batteries, did all of our laundry, made banana muffins and cookies, and bought beer.  So we were all set!  Last night and this morning was very rainy, and fairly windy too.  After the rain ended it stayed kind of windy but really, no worse than any other storm that we have around here.  So we lucked out!  But regardless of the lack of hurricane, it was still a stay-at-home kind of day most of the day.  What did we do?  Let's see!
We painted a picture of Tyler Park...

...we played Angry Birds under the blanket with daddy...

...and we played with lots and lots (and lots) of toys (note: this is only a small portion of the living room, so imagine this many toys times about the toys in the dining room, and D's bedroom, and some in the entryway...well, you get the picture...).

We also read books and watched multiple episodes of Curious George, until about 4:30 when we realized that the storm was pretty much over and we needed to get out of the house!  A quick trip to Target ensued, which relieved us of our cabin fever.

So I'm thinking if we can't handle one day of being (mostly) stuck in the house, we're pretty much doomed once baby2.0 gets here mid-January (the coldest month of the year).  Yup, that first month is not going to be pretty... ;)

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Why yes we did go on vacation 2 weeks ago!

...And I'm FINALLY getting a chance to post about it!

Most of the vacation felt very relaxed and like we didn't do very much, however while digging through all of our photos I realized how much we really did!  Which must mean that it was a GREAT vacation - busy without feeling busy!

We once again went out to Bemidji to visit my family (and also to go to my high school reunion, but I was asked not to say what year reunion is was by one of my blog, I have no reunion pics to share so it's like it didn't happen!).  So here's a quick photo log of our journey!

We visited my cousin Sherry and her daughter Bryn for a quick visit to a park on our drive up to Bemidji:

We saw Paul and Babe, and made sure to give Paul's legs many hugs:

We discovered our love of badminton:

We visited the science center:
 ..and reported everything we learned into the echo tube:

We became reacquainted with some friends:

We read books:

We went to the County Fair and saw baby pigs:

And we rode lots of rides!

Though sometimes we were less happy with the rides once they actually started:

We wore daddy's new Grain Belt hat (that's good parenting!):

We did a little shadow dancing:

And we got lots of hugs from grandma and grandpa!

Whew!  I guess we really were busy!

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Dashisms and Competitive Kids

Dash happily climbing a tree!

I've been trying to think of all those things Dashiell says repeatedly that make me laugh.  So far I've only come up with four, but I know there are more that I just can't conjure up in my head right now.  Here are some of our latest Dashisms:

"You tell me!"  This is said often and for many reasons.  For example, Dash has been having bad dreams fairly often these days (poor kid), and if I ask what they were about, he'll say "you tell me".  As if I'll know.  Pretty much anytime he says this it's in response to something I won't have any clue about.

"Because I did."  As in, "Dashiell, why did you throw that lego across the room?"  "Because I did".  Toddler/preschooler logic at it's best!

"No no no!".  Dashiell cannot just say "No".  He has to wave his hand back and forth, solemnly shake his head, and say "no no no!" (emphasis - no-NO-no).  I always have to hold back my smile.

"Drive safely and be careful!".  Dash has to say this to me every time I leave the house.  Sweetie.

On to the competitive kids post (which should be separate, I know, but I'm feeling lazy...).  A couple of weeks ago it was pointed out to me that other kids are competitive.  Mine is not.  My friend Meghan's son C will respond to challenges like, "race you to the bathroom" if they are trying to encourage him to go.  I just don't think that would work with Dashiell (IF we could ever get him to use the bathroom, but that's another post)!  If he's racing around with other kids, he puts himself in the back of the pack - he has no interest in "getting there first", he just wants to run around and be part of the fun!

Yesterday we experienced the extreme opposite of Dashiell when we went to the park.  Another little boy was there who was Mr. Competitive.  First off, he had to keep telling Dashiell that he was four while Dash was only three.  Repeatedly.  And because he was four, he could do things Dashiell couldn't do, like not hold on to the swing while swinging (it was one of those bucket swings so it was fairly safe to do).  And Dashiell couldn't ride on the swing that only had a chain in the front instead of the full bucket seat because he was only three, not a big four year old like him.  And D couldn't swing as high as him, either.  And Dashiell couldn't jump on pedals of the airplane rocker because he was only three.  And this little boy didn't like to play with the steering wheel thingie because he was four - it was okay for Dash to play with it because he was only three (which was a bit heartbreaking since Dash was excited to play with it and said, "come play with me over here!" when he wanted him to play).  Seriously, the "you're only three" line was getting old.  The other little boy decided he wanted to play ball, and Dashiell excitedly said, "I want to play ball, too!", so I told Dash that he should ask if that would be okay, to which to little boy reluctantly agreed.  They kicked the ball around a little together, the boy had his turn kicking it for while, then Dashiell ran around with it for like 30 seconds and I saw that the little boy was getting a bit huffy.  I told D that it was the other boy's turn, he gave the ball back, and the little boy stood there not playing with it for a minute until he decided he didn't want to play anymore.  He was obviously upset that Dashiell was playing.  Then they were climbing on the big rock and the little boy was mad because Dash wanted to climb on it at the same time.  His mom was valiantly trying to convince her son that Dashiell could do anything he wanted, and that they could play together, and she was really trying to do everything she could to stop her son from being so competitive and hurtful.  Oh how she tried!  

But then came the kicker (which was actually pretty funny):  As they were leaving the little boy came up to us to say goodbye.  He said, "I have to go home because I'm sweaty".  Dashiell exclaims, "I'm sweaty too!" (as in, "look how much we have in common!" Ha!).  Then the little boy says, "I'm MORE sweaty!"  Oh heavens.  Really? 

I'm so glad Dashiell was mostly oblivious to what this little boy was trying to do.  Dash doesn't want to compete, and he doesn't care about winning, he just wants to be part of the game.  I hope he never changes.

Monday, August 1, 2011

Small bulge?

"Until this month you might have kept your pregnancy a secret, but soon your expanding uterus will have become large enough (about four inches in diameter) to show as a small bulge beneath your navel"

-Except from As your Baby Grows: from conception to birth, Chapter "The 4th Month", from the publishers of American Baby

"Small bulge" my [bleep]! 

(there, Lea, are you happy now??  You got your bump picture!) ;)