Tuesday, August 31, 2010

What is Wrong with Williams Sonoma

I like to cook. Not just grill, but actually cook, bake and grill. I think part of it is the challenge of making things and the rest is that I really like to eat. One of my favorite stores is Williams Sonoma, the staff has literally watched my children grow up as I keep them in business. They love my kids, they always give them treats and like to see them as I get complaints when I don't come in for a while - they probably need a a new flat screen or something and need to show me the latest expensive gadget. The Girl, who loves to eat just like Daddy, does not like Williams Sonoma. I can't figure out why as it is a place they give treats, where Daddy can buy new and exciting things to make yummy food with, and they are very friendly. We get in there and she just keeps saying, "C'mon!", "Daddy go!", and pulling on my hand "DAAAAAAADDYYYYYYYY!" I am guessing her mother is paying her to keep me out of there as Mommy and the Girl really like shoes.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Back to School

Ah, what a refreshing change of pace. The Boy started Kindergarten this week. Even though the Girl asks where he is all the time, it is a refreshing change to only have to wrangle one kid to go do things as opposed to two. So far K is going well and we are starting to get into a morning routine. I only hope this continues and gets easier as all day K and then cross country practice make for a long day three days a week. One day this week the Boy even walked in by himself, it was a very surreal moment watching the little man walk up to the school and into the doors as it seems just a short while ago I was taking him in daily for pre-school three years ago. Now the Girl and I get some quiet play time playing princesses and bracelets, and think only a year from now Daddy may get a little time to himself.

Friday, August 20, 2010

The Midnight Pooper

The Boy is starting Kindergarten and has already started his first school sponsored sport, Cross Country, which brings him to drinking excessive amounts of water from his loved water bottle. This has createda a situation where ever night around 10 or 11 pm he needs to pee and not just tinkle but pee as in Austin Powers coming out of being frozen pee. He just has to go, go bad and right now, and the best part is he is usually almost still asleep. The other night he had to go as we were getting ready for bed and my wife gets him into the bathroom and he sits on the potty and pees and she is giggling because he isn't really awake. She is asking him if he is done and he says yes but doesn't get up or do anything. This prompts me into going in to help him, as I am doing this I am trying to get him to stand up so I can get him dressed and put the sleeping pee-er back to bed he mumbles "I can do it myself." as he is pushing me away and PLOP! I had to leave the room as I didn't want to startle him and have him think I was laughing at him. I guess he had to poop as well, my wife and I couldn't stop laughing. He eventually finished up and cleaned up and we whisked him back to bed and I would bet he doesn't even remember any of it, although it could have provided for a strange dream.

Monday, August 9, 2010

Why do we want them to talk?

I swear I have had this thought once before about 3-4 years ago. I can't figure out why we want our kids to talk. Granted with the Boy who will be 6 soon it is alright, but the initially part of them talking is driving me crazy. The Girl is discovering that she can literally send me in convulsions by saying "Daddy!" over and over again. It is nice when she actually is communicating something but other than that sometimes I feel she is a broken record. "Daddy look! Daddy Look! Daddy Look! Daddy Look! Daddy Watch! Daddy Watch! C'mon Daddy! C'mon Daddy! Daddy C'mon! Daddy look! Daddy etc.!" Sometimes it just goes on and on, then the boy decides in the middle of this that he has something important to say and gets mad when she won't stop. I have decided that I need a much longer version of the name "Daddy", and that will help the problem as it will be just too much to say over and over again, something like "Dadisasupercoolguywholoveshischildreneventhoughtheydrivehimcrazy". If they had to say that every time I think the house would be a bit quieter.

I think one of my favorite words my daughter says right now is "frog." Reasoning why is that she doesn't say frog it sounds more like another word that as Ralphie says is "the queen mother, F - - -." (He actually says Dash.)It makes me laugh so it is not all bad except for that word.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

The Garbage Bag Threat

Why is cleaning up at home so hard for kids? Why is the only motivational tool a garbage bag?

I ask this many times to myself. As soon as I make the garbage bag threat the Boy jumps into action. The next time it is cleanup time I think I will cut some holes and be the garbage bag monster. Is a five year old (almost 6) to young to learn that with freedom comes great responsibility? The best part is that just about everywhere else we go he has no problem cleaning up. He sometimes just cleans up which leads me to believe he just wants to see my head explode.

In other news:

The other day we celebrated my wife's birthday. I made a cake and had everything already for when we all got home. I went and got the cake and a candle and then the Girl gave her a great present. The Girl was climbing into a chair and slipped and whacked her nose on the table, started crying then started bleeding. It was all better in a couple of minutes especially since it was cake, but between that and some of our trips to get ice cream I figure my kids are a dessert away from an accident. Many times getting ice cream we have dealt with fat lips, skinned knees or skinned elbows. So this moment fit right in, except for the fact we were at home so it was little easier to handle. This leads me to the question of just cut out yummy desserts and treats or deal with the traumas and try to keep ice cream from melting on my hand at the same time?

Monday, August 2, 2010

I know better than to type this post.

Those who know me know that I am very superstitious. Usually I would write the following about my children as I know they read this and act opposite to whatever I say just to make me look foolish.

Today my kids have been fantastic (not that there are not fantastic every day). The Boy has been helpful and is listening for the most part. The Girl is being cooperative and not bludgeoning her brother to much. It is just one of those days that make you feel good. We met some people at a playground and the Boy played nice and the Girl was even involved. Then we had to make a quick trip to the store and there was no whining or complaining. They even sat next to each other and ate up all their lunch. It has just been a great morning and made me feel good.

Now that I have blogged about it, I am sure they will turn from the angels they are to the crazies that normally run around our house.

A side note on the Boy:

He wanted a bagel for lunch which my wife made for him - one bagel cut in half. When she gave it to him he says, "I said bagel, I didn't add an 's'."