Thursday, May 19, 2011
Dinner Conversation
Tonight at dinner, B decided that he didn't want to wear his shirt anymore. So somehow, he got his arm out of the sleeve but up through the head hole. Well, he was stuck. I helped him get out of it the rest of the way. For dessert, he ate shirtless. At some point, D looked at him and said, "B doesn't have boobies, he has nibbles!" David was at the sink trying not to laugh out loud although I heard him snickering and I looked at her and smiled. I said, "what did you say?" She said it again and I asked her if she meant "nipples." She said, "that's what I said, nibbles." We went back and forth a few times and finally she agreed that it was "nipples." At least this was a better conversation than the one we had a breakfast yesterday. I can't remember what she was trying to rhyme but whatever it was, the word "fuckly" came out of her mouth. And she said it over and over and over again. David and I both had to bite our tongues because we wanted to laugh so badly. But neither of us said a thing and kept our mouths closed. As fast as the word came out, it went away. A good parenting moment. :)
Saturday, May 14, 2011
It's been awhile!
I find that writing two blogs is not easy. Usually I barely have time to write one post. I've been giving a lot of time to B's blog and his speech stuff. It consumes my time. And energy. But he's improving a lot with all the therapy and I'm so happy about it.
So it's been a month almost since I last wrote. I'm sure cute things have been said, pictures have been taken and life has moved along in our house. B's birthday was on Thursday. He turned 2. Unbelievable how fast time flies. He's grown into a such a little boy. He's definitely not a baby anymore. Sometimes I forget that though because of his speech delay. He has words now, not just sounds. He saya "ball" and "ca-ca" or "craka" for cracker. He says "mo" for more. He says "I" and "eye" as well as "knee," "blue," and "tree." When he's provoked, he can say two syllable words. The best one to date is "Day-na." But he can do "bunny," "honey," and "bye-bee" for baby. He's really moving along. I will post the speech therapists list soon.
D is 4 and exerting her stubborn, bossy side these days. It makes for interesting times. In particular, if B wants her to do something and she says "no," there's usually a hair pulling incident after she screams at him. It's really fun. There's a lot of frustration between those two right now. I can't wait until that ends. But on the whole, D is doing well. David went to a parent teacher conference at her school yesterday and was told that she is doing really well. Apparently she needs to work on cutting with scissors but other than that, no real issues. She is normally a very sweet kid. We're finding it very hard to discipline her though. She just doesn't seem to care about having things taken away. The only thing that "counts" is her lamby and there's only so many times we can threaten that one. I think I'm going to talk to B's child development therapist about it. I hate yelling and this morning I went off. On both of them. Not good.
Mother's Day was last weekend. The day was shared with David's birthday so we didn't do a whole lot about it. David made me a nice breakfast and the kids and the dog gave me cards. There had been a Mother's Day event at D's school that I went to and that was fun. It gave me and D a chance to be alone together. I don't think we get enough of that with all of B's therapies. Perhaps that's part of her issues right now. Anyway, it was nice to spend time with her.
D has been talking about babies coming out of people's tummies for the last several days. A couple people we know have had babies recently. So over breakfast this morning, this conversation was had:
D: "Did B come out of your belly?"
Me: "Nope."
D: "Did B come out of your vagina?"
Me: "Yes, so did you."
D: "Huh. Do babies come out of your bottom?"
Me: "No, that's where you poop."
D: "I don't want a baby to come out of my bagina."
Me (laughing hysterically at this point): "Sweetie, you don't have to worry about that for a long time."
From the mouths of babes.
So it's been a month almost since I last wrote. I'm sure cute things have been said, pictures have been taken and life has moved along in our house. B's birthday was on Thursday. He turned 2. Unbelievable how fast time flies. He's grown into a such a little boy. He's definitely not a baby anymore. Sometimes I forget that though because of his speech delay. He has words now, not just sounds. He saya "ball" and "ca-ca" or "craka" for cracker. He says "mo" for more. He says "I" and "eye" as well as "knee," "blue," and "tree." When he's provoked, he can say two syllable words. The best one to date is "Day-na." But he can do "bunny," "honey," and "bye-bee" for baby. He's really moving along. I will post the speech therapists list soon.
D is 4 and exerting her stubborn, bossy side these days. It makes for interesting times. In particular, if B wants her to do something and she says "no," there's usually a hair pulling incident after she screams at him. It's really fun. There's a lot of frustration between those two right now. I can't wait until that ends. But on the whole, D is doing well. David went to a parent teacher conference at her school yesterday and was told that she is doing really well. Apparently she needs to work on cutting with scissors but other than that, no real issues. She is normally a very sweet kid. We're finding it very hard to discipline her though. She just doesn't seem to care about having things taken away. The only thing that "counts" is her lamby and there's only so many times we can threaten that one. I think I'm going to talk to B's child development therapist about it. I hate yelling and this morning I went off. On both of them. Not good.
Mother's Day was last weekend. The day was shared with David's birthday so we didn't do a whole lot about it. David made me a nice breakfast and the kids and the dog gave me cards. There had been a Mother's Day event at D's school that I went to and that was fun. It gave me and D a chance to be alone together. I don't think we get enough of that with all of B's therapies. Perhaps that's part of her issues right now. Anyway, it was nice to spend time with her.
D has been talking about babies coming out of people's tummies for the last several days. A couple people we know have had babies recently. So over breakfast this morning, this conversation was had:
D: "Did B come out of your belly?"
Me: "Nope."
D: "Did B come out of your vagina?"
Me: "Yes, so did you."
D: "Huh. Do babies come out of your bottom?"
Me: "No, that's where you poop."
D: "I don't want a baby to come out of my bagina."
Me (laughing hysterically at this point): "Sweetie, you don't have to worry about that for a long time."
From the mouths of babes.
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