14 posts tagged “garrett”
Last night, my neighborhood had an impromptu block party, or what we refer to as "Beer Friday". We all gathered in the cul-de-saq to drink and chat while the kids ran around like animals. Y'know, good times. My son and the other 3-year old boy (another G name) on the block took off to our backyard, where there is a sandbox, "rock quarry", and swing set. I stayed up front with the adults, drinking my beer.
Time passes quickly when you're having fun and so, when the sun set, I thought I would go inside and turn the lights on for the boys, who were still in the backyard. Or so I thought. I had not realized how much time had passed and we hadn't heard from them.
I went in through our garage and came into the living room. Whoa. WTF happened in here?! As my eyes began to survey the damage, I could hear the youngsters upstairs in the loft. I stepped over the toys, sippy cups, boxes of cereal, and loose cereal to start for the steps. However, the kitchen caught my eye - clean (thank goodness) but for a chair pushed up to the counter and a cupboard open. I noticed a light from the refrigerator and gave it a shove to close it.
Sighing, I left it behind to find my son heading upstairs carrying a six pack of Pediasure (he thinks it's a drinkable yogurt).
Me: G? What are you doing?
G: Don't worry, Mommy! I got it under control!
Me: But, WHAT are you doing??
G: We we hungry, so I got cereal
<at this time, the other G appears at the top of the stairs, elbow-deep into a box of Lucky Charms>
other G: Hi, Miss B! G got me food!
I took another look at the mess (easily cleanable), took a look at the boys (happy and apparently full) and thought to myself, "How can I really get mad at my son?" Sure, there were tons of toys but that happens when friends visit. I found I was actually quite pleased with: 1) G's self-sustainability; and 2) his hospitality. He could have gotten hungry and just found stuff for himself but he actually got down 2 boxes of cereal and was trying to hook both of them up with drinks! (not sure how they would have gotten them open - I did help out and got them some sippy cups of water).
So, I decided to let it go.
Later, I did tell him to find me the next time he and his friends got hungry. He smiled that darn smile of his, kissed me and said, "But, Mommy. You were having fun too."
I guess he he was trying to take care of me too. :)
to learn good grooming skills:
FYI -- no, I'm not corrupting my little boy. It's getting colder and I don't like him going to bed with wet hair. Especially since he's getting over an ear infection.
G and our cat, Spot, are really close. Spot will follow him all over the yard and settle down wherever G decides to play. As some of you know, Spot was my first "baby boy" and I am thrilled about how tolerant he is of a 2 1/2 year old. His tail gets pulled, he gets tackled, his fur gets sticky from sticky fingers, etc. Occasionally, he'll nip G on the nose (never enough to even leave a mark) but just enough to say, "Okay, Kid, leave me alone." He drives me crazy on a daily basis but then I get this kind of awwww moment:
G got a potty for Christmas and we've been talking about it ever since. Occasionally he would sit on it while either L or I were doing our business in the bathroom. During diaper changes, I would ask him if he wanted to start peeing and pooping in the potty and I would get a resounding "NO" from him every time.
The other day I was contemplating the fact that the more I'm pushed to do something by others, the less likely I am to do it. I'm difficult that way. The lightbulb went off in my head at that moment -- stop talking about potty training and see what happens!
Tonight, as I was getting G out of the shower, he pointed to his potty and said, "Garrett sit on potty." I was taken aback since he was naked and dripping wet but told him to go for it. He lifted the little seat and sat down. He even knew to push his little peepee down! :) We chatted for a while about what he was doing and played with putting the towel over his eyes for about 10-15 minutes. I sat there thinking, "hey, this is a start!" Eventually, he said, "Go watch TV?" He got up and LO AND BEHOLD there was actually some pee in the potty!!!!
I made a very big deal about what he had done and let him empty his potty into the toliet (had to do some cleaning up after that). We immediately called both grandmas and Daddy. He was so proud of himself.
Wish me luck. I'm going to continue with my plan to not talk about it and hopefully we can finally get this process started.
YAY!!
ROCK CHALK JAYHAWK!
The picture above was taken before last night's great NCAA Championship game. Maybe G added some luck to the "birdies" (that's what he calls the Jayhawks)
BTW -- MY team, the Kansas State Wildcats, gave The Champs their first regular season loss. :) Had to turn it around in my favor somehow!
Whenever G gets a boo-boo, I have to kiss it. Lately, he has demanded me to "kiss agin" after the first one. Today, he took it further. He hit his elbow on the door and asked me to "kiss it". I did and was asked to "kiss agin". I smiled and kissed him again. As I started to walk off, I hear G say, "last one!" I turned to see him offering his elbow again. Apparently, the 3rd time was the charm!
I was concerned when I began the following test but was happy to see that I'm "moderate". Of course, I took it at the end of the day while sipping on a mojito! Probably dulled my reflexes a tad.
G wanted to show Gram and Papa where he hangs out so we went to the playground today. Papa and I were able to get a few new pics:
Yes, he's laying on the ground --
This one is my favorite --
even though this one makes me laugh --
make the cat black and white and this could be a picture of Spot and G:
Today, I finally converted his crib to the toddler daybed. He is very proud of his new "big boy bed". In fact, he's still playing on it. He really did well on my in-laws bed -- only fell out 3 times in 7 days -- and, to tell the truth, he's just getting too darn big to hoist in and out of the crib! Anyway, we'll see how it goes. OH! As I was putting the bedding back on, he told me, "no bumpa, Mom". So, the bumper is also officially gone. Considering he sleeps with his head in the corner, I'm interested to see how that goes over.
Guess who learned how to take off his clothes -- finally.
