Memorial Weekend

Well, Memorial Weekend was a bit of a bust thanks to sub-Tropical Storm Beryl (and the migraines she brought with her). When it wasn't raining it was hellishly humid outside and the mosquitoes were out for blood. Even more so than usual, I mean.

We squeezed in a bit of fun here and there, of course. Haeden and I visited a children's "hands-on" museum Saturday morning with his buddy Owen. They ran around like the little maniacs they are. It was a cute place. The kids dressed up as firemen, shopped in a mini grocery store, jumped around in a ball pit and played wheelchair basketball. And then they both cried when it was time to leave, though not as bad as I would have expected. At least nobody (me) got a toddler kick to the shins.

Later that day, Haeden and I met up with my mother to play in Oma's pool. Although he has been asking to go for weeks, it was our first time this year. Her pool is covered and takes a while to warm up. I still have yet to get in, but he was not phased by the cold water. Lucky for Haeden, my mother isn't a  big chicken like me. 

Sunday we added a new family member to the household. Finn McMissile (guess who named him) is adjusting wonderfully, however, the same cannot be said for new "big brother", Ozzy. He is not a happy camper. He has made a bit of progress over the past few days though and I am hopeful that by the start of next week the two will be best buds. Fingers crossed!

I had to get H out of the house on Monday, so I took him to the mall for a little shopping and coin operated machine riding. Then I let him walk almost the entire length of the mall in order to ensure a nap later on. He was excited to be out of the stroller but he complained the whole way home (sitting in his car seat) that he was too tired to walk anymore.  I even had to carry him into the house at his insistence... "my too tiiiiired!"

Cup o' Pee

This kid is crazy town.

So last night I'm sitting on the bathroom floor playing with my phone. I've already bathed Haeden, but I'm entertaining myself while he plays with his toys in the tub. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see that he is standing up over in the corner. And he's quiet. This obviously means he is up to no good. When I look up I realize that he is peeing in his cup. You know, the one I use to rinse his hair with. Before I can even react (or take a picture) he turns around giggling and pours it out into the tub.

Boys.

Interview with a 3 year-old

I thought it would be fun to do a short interview with Haeden each year on his birthday. I had to settle for around his birthday because he just wasn't having it on the actual day. I decided to give it another shot last night after his bath. That seems to be when he is the most calm these days. You can tell that he isn't really interested, but he was willing to placate me since I totally bribed him with a surprise toy.  It was just a balloon, but hey, three year-olds are pretty easily impressed.

I love how in the beginning he is trying so hard not to smile. He makes that face all of the time--- usually because he has just done something he knows he isn't supposed to. I've been told he get's that reaction from me, and I can't deny it. I remember laughing at my mom when she would get mad at me. It wasn't smart and it wasn't even out of defiance (well, maybe sometimes). I just laugh or smile when I'm nervous or uncomfortable.  My sister was the smart one. She'd start crying before she even got in trouble.

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A few other gems from the past several weeks:

- There are a couple of steam towers in town and every time we drive  by them he excitedly points at them and calls them volcanoes! 

- The other day I gave him mac-n-cheese (not exactly home-made) and he told me, "You're the best cooker in the whole wide world!!"  

- Every time he sees a baby or a kitty or anything else cute, really, he says, "Awww, aren't they sweet?!" in a really high voice. Kills me dead every time.

- For some reason he feels it necessary to tell everyone when he passes gas... "Hey, MY TOOTED!!"

- When he sees hippos (on tv, in a book, etc) he says, "That's me!!! That starts with a haytch (H) like me!!" Oh, and he calls them "happos".

- When he wants to ask you if he's right about something he says, "You right, Mommy? You right?"

- Anytime I lose my cool or get visibly upset he comes over to comfort me and says, "It's okay, Mommy. It's okay!"

- When he wakes in the morning he is a little tyrant and immediately starts to give orders... "My STILL SLEEPING. My need juice and my vitamin!!"

I'm pretty sure this list could go on forever, but I have probably met the "ohmygodmykidisthecuttest" quota for the day. Until next time... 

Noah Vs. Santa

Last week I decided that it was time to get Haeden a children's bible. He is at the age now where I think he is starting to understand the "moral" of the stories we read each night before bed and what better time to get him his very own bible than Easter? Way to keep Christ in Christm... wait. Nevermind.

Anyway, I was telling my friend/his babysitter of my plan and she let us borrow one of her son's. She said that since they tend to be a bit pricey I might as well try it out so that I can see if he likes a certain version. Obviously I want it to hold his attention. So, we brought it home and had been reading a few stories out of it each night before bed. After finishing with the store of Adam and Eve (and the "bad, bad snake") we flipped over to Noah's Ark. Haeden took one look at the illustrated Noah and exclaimed, "SANTA!!!"  

I almost peed my pants.