I realize that I haven't written a blog post in a long ass time.
It's not for lack of material, as this post will show...it's because of lack of TIME!!
If anybody can figure out how to add more hours to the day, I'd really appreciate it.
So here are just some "cliff notes" of stories & happenings with not-so-baby-anymore MD...
It's not for lack of material, as this post will show...it's because of lack of TIME!!
If anybody can figure out how to add more hours to the day, I'd really appreciate it.
So here are just some "cliff notes" of stories & happenings with not-so-baby-anymore MD...
It's SUMMER! *cue Olaf's summer song*
We've been spending a lot more time outside (obviously). MD needs sunscreen like nobody's business. Poor kid didn't get his daddy's middle eastern complexion so he's stuck wearing SPF 5,000 like his Mama!
My favorite part of the day (insert sarcasm) is when it's time to go inside to make dinner/take a bath/etc and MD lets out a scream so loud I'm pretty sure my neighbors think I'm stabbing him with a hot poker...every...single....time. I can countdown to the meltdown like the dropping of an atomic bomb.
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MD has started saying sentences now.
His first two show his personality to a "t".
1) I GO OUTSIDE!
Weird..cuz you hate going outside. Also, I'm so glad your first sentence is not only a phrase but also a demand. Not, "Please, can I go outside?" or even "Can I go outside?" but I GO OUTSIDE! . Must be typed in all capitals to get the full effect of how it sounds.
2) I GO INSIDE!
This only happened once. As I stated, going inside is the equivalent to torture for MD, however he wanted to "go inside" someone else's house. Awesome.
His other two are about the biggest punches to the stomach you can get...
1) Daddy go bye bye.
*ouch*
2) Laurel go bye bye.
*ouch...and DON'T CALL ME LAUREL! I'M YOUR MOM!*
On the plus side...he HAS started referring to me as "Mommy" now. I still get "Laurel" sometimes...like a few weeks ago when we went to Home Depot to pick out paint...Steven was a little ways ahead in the store so MD couldn't see me anymore. He proceeded to scream "LAUREL!" at the top of his lungs until I came into view. It was so fun!
We've been spending a lot more time outside (obviously). MD needs sunscreen like nobody's business. Poor kid didn't get his daddy's middle eastern complexion so he's stuck wearing SPF 5,000 like his Mama!
My favorite part of the day (insert sarcasm) is when it's time to go inside to make dinner/take a bath/etc and MD lets out a scream so loud I'm pretty sure my neighbors think I'm stabbing him with a hot poker...every...single....time. I can countdown to the meltdown like the dropping of an atomic bomb.
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MD has started saying sentences now.
His first two show his personality to a "t".
1) I GO OUTSIDE!
Weird..cuz you hate going outside. Also, I'm so glad your first sentence is not only a phrase but also a demand. Not, "Please, can I go outside?" or even "Can I go outside?" but I GO OUTSIDE! . Must be typed in all capitals to get the full effect of how it sounds.
2) I GO INSIDE!
This only happened once. As I stated, going inside is the equivalent to torture for MD, however he wanted to "go inside" someone else's house. Awesome.
His other two are about the biggest punches to the stomach you can get...
1) Daddy go bye bye.
*ouch*
2) Laurel go bye bye.
*ouch...and DON'T CALL ME LAUREL! I'M YOUR MOM!*
On the plus side...he HAS started referring to me as "Mommy" now. I still get "Laurel" sometimes...like a few weeks ago when we went to Home Depot to pick out paint...Steven was a little ways ahead in the store so MD couldn't see me anymore. He proceeded to scream "LAUREL!" at the top of his lungs until I came into view. It was so fun!
We've also been spending a lot of time on the boat...or "booooot" as MD calls it.
Would you check out that hair?! Love it.
MD has become a little bit...okay, a lot, more independent now.
Like "I don't want to hold your hand...I don't want your help...I'll do it my damn self" type of independent. That is until he falls down or can't do it himself, in which case he cries like I never tried to help him in the first place.
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My cousin Maura and I took MD out for frozen yogurt last night (yes, we are integrating more dairy into his diet as he can tolerate it). Luckily, we were the only people in the store, as he spent the entire time jumping on their plastic couches and running around like a chicken with his head cut off. We let him run around mostly, except when he magically discovered a snow shovel and decided to bring it to us like he had won a trophey!
We then walked over to Papa Murphys to pick up a pizza. MD was casually strolling around the store looking at things when I summoned him over to me. "MD! You can come over here and watch the guy make our pizza!" To which MD replied "PEEEAHHHHH????" and then ran BEHIND the counter to literally stand next to the 16 year old Papa Murphy's employee who was making our pizza. So I left him there and went to the bar. Kidding...but seriously...
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Other than "boot" and "peeeeahh" MD has been trying REALLY hard to learn new words. Most of them aren't quite right (as is standard for toddlers) but he really does try his best. My favorite word that he has learned is "cook". MD has a cooking set that he uses to "cook" food for fun, and he likes to point out when he sees other people "cooking".
Wanna know how MD says cook?
COCK!
It's terrifying!
Even as we are standing Papa Murphy's watching our "peeaahhh" being, made MD is standing next to the 16 year old employee who is COOKING our PIZZA and saying "COCK! PEEAH! COCK!".
W.T.F.
At home, it's funny...in public, it's, well, it's still funny.
Would you check out that hair?! Love it.
MD has become a little bit...okay, a lot, more independent now.
Like "I don't want to hold your hand...I don't want your help...I'll do it my damn self" type of independent. That is until he falls down or can't do it himself, in which case he cries like I never tried to help him in the first place.
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My cousin Maura and I took MD out for frozen yogurt last night (yes, we are integrating more dairy into his diet as he can tolerate it). Luckily, we were the only people in the store, as he spent the entire time jumping on their plastic couches and running around like a chicken with his head cut off. We let him run around mostly, except when he magically discovered a snow shovel and decided to bring it to us like he had won a trophey!
We then walked over to Papa Murphys to pick up a pizza. MD was casually strolling around the store looking at things when I summoned him over to me. "MD! You can come over here and watch the guy make our pizza!" To which MD replied "PEEEAHHHHH????" and then ran BEHIND the counter to literally stand next to the 16 year old Papa Murphy's employee who was making our pizza. So I left him there and went to the bar. Kidding...but seriously...
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Other than "boot" and "peeeeahh" MD has been trying REALLY hard to learn new words. Most of them aren't quite right (as is standard for toddlers) but he really does try his best. My favorite word that he has learned is "cook". MD has a cooking set that he uses to "cook" food for fun, and he likes to point out when he sees other people "cooking".
Wanna know how MD says cook?
COCK!
It's terrifying!
Even as we are standing Papa Murphy's watching our "peeaahhh" being, made MD is standing next to the 16 year old employee who is COOKING our PIZZA and saying "COCK! PEEAH! COCK!".
W.T.F.
At home, it's funny...in public, it's, well, it's still funny.
So there you have it!
A brief and scrambled summary of what we have been up to.
I'm really excited about an upcoming post.
I'm teaming up to review/promote a company who provides stuffed animal toys to children in need! I'm really hoping you guys can help me stand behind this awesome company, because all kids deserve to have toys no matter what circumstances they are born into.
Until then...
XOXO
Laurel
A brief and scrambled summary of what we have been up to.
I'm really excited about an upcoming post.
I'm teaming up to review/promote a company who provides stuffed animal toys to children in need! I'm really hoping you guys can help me stand behind this awesome company, because all kids deserve to have toys no matter what circumstances they are born into.
Until then...
XOXO
Laurel