Any way you slice it it has been an eventful day.
It began @6:30 when Zber decided to wake up, by 7:00 she & Bub were eating breakfast, Z decided she wanted to be a big girl and stand up at the table in a big-person chair instead of her high chair. Momma made Big mistake to let her do that....she lost her balance and did a face flop on the floor and busted open her upper lip. So Momma had to break the 10 am rule of "no popsicles before 10 am" (you know, to get the bleeding mouth to stop bleeding). and since Z was slurping up a popsi, Bub had to have one too, otherwise non-verbal cries of loud unfairness would puncture my poor ears when all I really want to hear is coffee brewing....
so after that, poor Zbear had a really, REALLY fat upper lip. like her mouth was just an upper lip. No, I didn't take pictures of my poor baby's disfigured lip. (it's normal again already). Bub was all huggy towards Z today after she finished her crying post-face-flop, but little Miss Z did not want to be hugged on...so there was lots of momma pulling them apart until nap time.
*have I told you all how much I love nap time? Have I told you how much I cried when Bub stopped taking his nap everyday?!? I wish nap time didn't end until age 65...then I would get one too....lol*
***end side thought***
After nap we all had lunch, even Bub decided eating the food I made him was a good idea. He sometimes thinks eating should only involve sweets and popsicles. we "argue" about this frequently. Arguing meaning a conversation like this:
*hears the fridge door open*
Momma: Bub, close the fridge door.
Bub: *Door slam* "Aaaaahg!" *Bub comes over to me and pulls my hands towards the kitchen*
Momma: What are you asking me for Bub?
Bub: *signs "Help"*
Momma: What do you want help with Bub?
Bub: *signs "help", pulls me toward the kitchen*
Momma: No Bub, you have to eat your dinner before you have a popsicle.
Bub: *throwing himself on the floor "Aaaahg!!!!!!!"*
This conversation happens frequently in my house, just switch "Breakfast" and "Lunch" for "dinner"
Meanwhile, the power company (the one we pay to have our power mysteriously out for hours at a time at least once a week in good weather) stops at our door and asks if we will let them cut down some branches over the power line in our backyard, or if we want to do it ourselves...I answer, "that's really up to my landlord, as we don't OWN the property". So between Joe and I, we get our landlord on the phone who then grants permission of the general heyday of branch cutting...which turned into an ENTIRE TREE being chopped down in the back yard.
As a plus to the wanton Shade murder (remember-116degrees, I like shade...) Joe thinks there is a piece of wood out there that will make a great bowl if he can find all his tools to turn it. I think it's a knobbley root piece of wood. It was too hot for me to really go out and inspect, esp since an enormous chunk of shade is now missing from the backyard... grrr..
so to escape the loud chainsaw tree massacre we loaded the kids up into the car and when to the mall. Bub was so well behaved. He made his momma proud. Z however wanted to run off every chance she got! Bub was an excellent big brother and kept herding her back to us. it was really cute.
they had this hurricane stimulator booth for $2 in one of the main areas, Joe thought he and Bub should give it a try. once the wind started, Bub did his "unhappy ALMOST but not quite scream" and flopopped out of the booth and insisted that we should put about 30 ft distance between us and the booth. Momma complied rather than make my poor guy freak out.
He was very interested in the trampoline thingy that needed cables and a harness attached to the jumper. Momma and Daddy decided he's not quite ready for that yet...at least not until we replace the netting on our trampoline. Best not give the boy too many ideas that involve him flipping off the trampoline and onto the ground...we already coped w/ a broken arm 2 years ago... And he still makes a pretend cast out of toilet paper every now and then
finally, dinner, which bub has refused, and I am refusing to allow popsicles. He still thinks he will win this argument...I know better. It's nice being a mom. lol!
|Me and Z!|
|Me and my Bub|
|making Chainmail w/ daddy|