Parking Garage, John Style

A good rule of thumb in our household is to be vigilant.

About everything.



Can you imagine being half awake having those little suckers jammed in between your toes?

Those dinky cars are brutal.

BRUTAL.

Out of the Mouths of Babes...

Me: My head hurts.
John: You old mama. You old.

Steven was working on the baseboards in the kitchen this past weekend.
John: Too big daddy. No fit daddy.
Steven: I know, I am measuring.
John: Too big. Too big daddy.
Steven: Can you hand me the Braid Nailer?
John: I go get goggles.
And he runs to get his goggles and runs back to Steven. He thrusts his face about 1/2" away from Steven's face.
John: Look okay, daddy?

Then he puts an arm up and leans on the fridge while casually crossing his feet.

John: I watch you daddy. I watch.


God he makes me laugh.

Public Transit and other randoms

I learned something new this week.

Do Not Wear a Pink Bra underneath a White Shirt.

And now my public transit rant:

• If you are on a busy bus/train...then for the LOVE OF GOD... move to the back! MOVE TO THE BACK!
• Your bags do not deserve to sit on the seat beside you. Please let another person sit down.
• If you are sitting, MOVE YOUR FAT ASS OUT OF THE SEAT if someone boards the bus and needs NEEDS the seat. Like a pregnant lady or an old person or a child. C'mon people, think about it... would you let your mom or dad stand on the bus? Would you let your pregnant wife or sister stand on the bus?
• When the bus pulls up, why are you pushing in front of me? Don't you think that we're ALL waiting to get on the bus? Do you think by pushing me that we'll get on the bus faster?
• Don't stand in front of the doors. How do you think people are going to get on and off the train? Get the frick out of the way. Common courtesy, man.
• If you are sitting on the 3 person bench and the third person gets up, move over. Do you really think that I want to sit right beside you? Do you want to sit in my LAP?
• And on the same subject, I have a fat ass so I know exactly which person that I can and can't squeeze my ass beside. Please have the same self awareness of the size of your own ass. Because on the above point, I don't want anyone sitting on my LAP.
  

ABC's

This past weekend we cut out the alphabet so John could practice his letters. And after John went to bed, I was watching TV with Steven and noticed that Riley was asleep on the floor.

How did I know? Well, how could you NOT notice?

Can't you see my DOG sleeping?

His eyes may be open but trust me or rather, trust the z's...He's asleep.

He's actually asleep.
You don't know how long I had to wait to place those Z's.

Poor Riley. The things that we make him do.

Never Too Young to Learn

You must remember to teach your child all the important things in life.

Their ABC's. Their numbers.

And the art of eating cookies with milk.

The dip.
You need to ensure the correct milk to cookie ratio.

The drip.
You need to make sure that the milk doesn't drip on you.

The bite.
The bite needs to be done immediately after the dip and the drip.
Otherwise the cookie will be too mushy.

Savour the bite.

Bite #2.
Get that cookie back in the pool!

And Bite #3 and so on.

Yum.

Loving the cookies and milk.

And did I mention that they are HOMEMADE cookies?
(much better than store bought, they absorb the milk better)

Ah the stress of parenting. Cookies and milk, check. Next up, separating the Oreo cookie.

Great Day

Taking out his girlfriend for a cruise in his chariot.

Making sure his lady is comfortable.
Kissing up to his lady's older brother.
No word of a lie. As soon as Victor (baby girl's daddy) walked ahead and turned the corner, John ran over and grabbed her hand.
Aren't they adorable?
So heartbreakingly adorable.

Don't you just have visions of both of them in future years?

Isn't John's girlfriend the cutest little gal? I just want to freeze this moment.

Big Boy Bed

We finally transitioned John from his crib to a big boy bed. Although, the word transition implies that we put much more effort into this process than we actually did.

Our method was telling John about a big boy bed. How exciting a big boy bed would be. How wonderful a big boy bed was. How he shouldn't pee in a big boy bed.

We sort of shopped around. Originally we thought, hey a bunk bed would be awesome. I had bunk beds growing up and aside from nailing myself in the head every now & then, the bunk beds were great. And then when we got older, the bunk beds dissembled and they were two separate beds.

Then we saw the captain's bed with drawers underneath. What a wonderful storage idea.

Because we are bargain shoppers, we shopped around. We checked online.

Then because we are complete knobs. We consulted our 3-year old and let him decide what bed to purchase.

We bought the biggest bed and the most inappropriate bed ever. Did you know that the recommended age is 6yrs old to be on the top bunk? Did you know that the maximum weight is 150lbs for the top bunk? Yeh, so pretty much only Dawna, Libby & for maybe the next year Russ will be allowed on the top bunk.

But John loves his big boy bed.

Sweat equity, can't beat it. He's a walking ad for Home Depot.

John loves his tools. Steven loves his tools too. Never too early to start learning.

Right there, over weight allowance. When I was up there, I was scared that I was going to fall through. First night.
Can you see what is missing?

No bedrail. At this point, Steven felt that John didn't need one. I disagreed. How adorable is he?
My boys. John wants Riley on the bed. But could you imagine? Riley would never leave the bed if he thought that he was allowed up there. Not to mention all the dog hair.
I envision Riley sleeping in his room, but so far he's not liking the idea.
Nite, nite baby boy.

Now I lay me down to sleep.

On night two, he fell out of bed. Steven & John went to buy a bed rail the following morning.

Heartbreak

When you come home from work and one of the first things your son says to you is ask:

"you go work in morning?"

Breaks my heart every single time. Every single night.