Monday, May 21, 2012
A Day in the Life
Watch out, this Momma learned how to post videos! Here is a little diddy I like to call, "A Day in the Life." While looking through last week's pictures Brett and I couldn't stop laughing at this, it is sooo our life in the backyard. Jameson picking on Emmett, Emmett crying, Emmett falling, Brooklyn filthy and digging for worms and then Emmett sneaking in and getting whatever it is he was after from Jameson. It's a daily, make that, hourly cycle.
Big E's 18 Month Check
Today I took Emmett in for his 18 month check-up and surprise, surprise, he's still huge. His stats are as follows:
Height: 35 1/2 inches
Weight: 32 lbs. 9 oz.
Head Circumference: 20 inches
Huge. The doctor said he is easily the size of an above average two year old, as is. Retirement sealed. I can't wait to watch him as a linebacker for the Seahawks. Go, Big, E! He still only says a handful of words: bye bye, hi, hello, uh-oh and wow. The doctor isn't concerned because he will respond to anything you say and clearly understands what he is told to do and/or not do. That there brain is working. He actually talks non-stop...we just have no clue what the hell he is saying. Nonstop. We clearly don't speak the same language. He will make direct eye contact with you and rattle off forever all while looking at you like he is saying, "you getting all this?" We love to keep prompting him by saying, "then what happened?" He will then keep his story going on and on and on. It's pretty adorable. He loves to dance. He really has taken a liking to reggae. Again, adorable. Here is a short video of some of his sweet dance moves the Krache original "Pop That Baby Out":
Emmett still has a head full of wavy, white blonde hair. We are actually growing it out a bit right now to see how curly it actually is. He is still wearing 2T pants and 2T/3T size shirts. He would wear size 3T pants but they are WAY too long. He finally loves shoes. The first thing he wants to put on when he comes downstairs in the morning are his shoes. Minutes after waking up from nap, he'll bring me his shoes to put on. Pretty funny. He still loves to laugh and his cute dimple is constantly plastered on his cheek. He is busy, busy, busy. From the moment he wakes up in the morning until he goes down for his three hour nap at 12:30 p.m. he is nonstop active. Then the fun picks right back up at 3:30 p.m. until he is tucked back in at 7:00 p.m. Makes for very easy nap/bedtimes.
Emmett has also become quite obsessed with Brett. He has always lit up whenever Brett came home after his shifts but lately it as if it is Christmas morning every time Brett opens the door, enters the room, comes back downstairs after being upstairs for a few minutes. He laughs so loud and yells what we think is Emmett's version of, "Hi Da Da!" It's a lot of yelling so we aren't too sure on his intent. We are clear on the fact that he sure loves his Daddy.
Height: 35 1/2 inches
Weight: 32 lbs. 9 oz.
Head Circumference: 20 inches
Huge. The doctor said he is easily the size of an above average two year old, as is. Retirement sealed. I can't wait to watch him as a linebacker for the Seahawks. Go, Big, E! He still only says a handful of words: bye bye, hi, hello, uh-oh and wow. The doctor isn't concerned because he will respond to anything you say and clearly understands what he is told to do and/or not do. That there brain is working. He actually talks non-stop...we just have no clue what the hell he is saying. Nonstop. We clearly don't speak the same language. He will make direct eye contact with you and rattle off forever all while looking at you like he is saying, "you getting all this?" We love to keep prompting him by saying, "then what happened?" He will then keep his story going on and on and on. It's pretty adorable. He loves to dance. He really has taken a liking to reggae. Again, adorable. Here is a short video of some of his sweet dance moves the Krache original "Pop That Baby Out":
Emmett still has a head full of wavy, white blonde hair. We are actually growing it out a bit right now to see how curly it actually is. He is still wearing 2T pants and 2T/3T size shirts. He would wear size 3T pants but they are WAY too long. He finally loves shoes. The first thing he wants to put on when he comes downstairs in the morning are his shoes. Minutes after waking up from nap, he'll bring me his shoes to put on. Pretty funny. He still loves to laugh and his cute dimple is constantly plastered on his cheek. He is busy, busy, busy. From the moment he wakes up in the morning until he goes down for his three hour nap at 12:30 p.m. he is nonstop active. Then the fun picks right back up at 3:30 p.m. until he is tucked back in at 7:00 p.m. Makes for very easy nap/bedtimes.
Emmett has also become quite obsessed with Brett. He has always lit up whenever Brett came home after his shifts but lately it as if it is Christmas morning every time Brett opens the door, enters the room, comes back downstairs after being upstairs for a few minutes. He laughs so loud and yells what we think is Emmett's version of, "Hi Da Da!" It's a lot of yelling so we aren't too sure on his intent. We are clear on the fact that he sure loves his Daddy.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Denial
Serious, serious denial. When I have thought about blogging the last few months I have come up with something, anything, to do other than blogging. I really enjoyed blogging, what went wrong? Well, I finally pin-pointed the cause. Blogging became torture right around February 16th, Brooklyn's fifth birthday. I am in complete and utter denial that we have a five-year-old! I mean, if I don't write it down it didn't happen, right?!? I skipped her birthday party, her cute questionnaire I had her answer, her five year check, Kindergarten orientation, etc. Then it snowballed from there. I just quit writing. Well, thankfully, there have been quite a few things these past few weeks that have motivated me to write it all down again. So, while I haven't updated all things Brooklyn, I will...one at a time and will keep tabs on the present as well. Who knew I'd be such a crazy Mama?!? Well, I did. :)
The Drain
I am not sure where to even start with this post. Ugh. Before I get to the good part, let me backtrack a bit to Jameson's fascination with "drains" or any covered hole. We first noticed it when he was really little during a visit to the zoo. He was somewhat interested in the animals and REALLY interested in every drain we passed on the path. If you haven't taken notice to the drains at Woodland Park Zoo, take a gander next time you are there...they are EVERYWHERE. That was an extremely long and slow tour of the zoo.
So, from that point forward we knew that he would be checking out drains wherever we went. He's not picky, he even loves the bathtub drain. He also considers his heat vent in his room to be a drain. Ever since we moved to this house, over two years ago, he has used his floor heat vent as a form of communication to the downstairs. It started with wailing down the "drain" at bedtime then transformed to him saying harmless, yet unintentionally creepy, things like, "I can hear you eating Mommy." when I snacked on popcorn while watching some TV. His "drain" is situated right about our TV.
We knew he was fascinated but didn't know HOW fascinated he was. Apparently he was fascinated enough to not only climb in his "drain" but put both feet in and proceed to get stuck. Really stuck. Really stuck on Mother's Day. Really stuck on Mother's Day while Brett was on shift at the station 45 minutes away. Stuck, in his drain. Let me walk you through it.
Mother's Day was exhausting. We started the day with a visit to the fire station with some friends and ended it with crazy sprinkler time in the backyard. I thought I was in for a peaceful bedtime. How could they not be exhausted?!? So, I tuck in the little cuties and curl up on the couch with some mindless TV. About an hour later Jameson starts screaming. Really yelling. I immediately think it is a night terror so I run up there but don't turn on his light because we aren't supposed to wake him from night terrors. I crouch by his bed...he is not there. Weird. Then he says, "Hi Mommy." I flip the light on and there he is, in his drain. I think it is funny at first and go over to pull him out thinking he just can't get leverage. Not only does he not budge, he screams out in pain. Brooklyn comes in and starts to panic (not sure where she gets that from?!?) so I tell her to go grab some soap. I try to rub his legs with soap to free him and realize that his shins and ankles are stuck in two different joints in the heat vent tubes. Not sure what the technical terms is, pipes? Anyway, soap doesn't work. I decide it is time to call Brett. I preface what am I about to tell him with, no this is not a joke. After he walks me through all the things I have already tried we decide I am going to need some assistance. We brainstorm and finally decide there is really no choice but to call in the big guns, as in, call 911. Ugh. So embarrassing! I should probably insert the video I took here of Jameson to point out that he was not panicked AT ALL. So, it was a little less unnerving. I know, I took a video. What a horrible parent I am. I actually just wanted to take a picture but my camera was in the car and wasn't comfortable rummaging through the car trying to find it while he was in his drain. Imagine that.
Anyhoo, the call went a little like this, "Hi, this isn't really an emergency but I am not sure what to do, my child is stuck in his heat vent, feet first. No, he doesn't appear to be injured. Yes, he is conscious. Yes, the vent is on the floor. No, I don't need to stay on the phone with you. Thank you."
Low and behold, a few minutes later Brooklyn belts from the window, "The police are here!" Say what? Sure enough, there is a police car in the driveway. I let the very nice policeman in and he takes a look at Jameson and tries to get him out, to no avail. In fact he says, "Whew, he is really in there isn't he?!?" The three firefighters arrive and also give it a try. No budging. After trying several directions and ways, one firefighter decides they need tools. He somewhat whispers this to one of the others and Jameson's eyes light up like it is Christmas and he says, "tools." in complete and utter awe. He should be scared the little booger! They use a crowbar and some spreader tool (not sure on the accurate name) and eventually get his right leg out and then his hip dips down further. It takes a bit more work but eventually the left leg also comes out. They give him a quick once over and determine that he only has a few scrapes and will most likely bruise where his legs and ankles were wedged. Otherwise he looks fine. They tell him to hop on his bed and they give him a "ride" back to where his bed belongs and invite the kids to come and check out their firetruck. The kids climb around for a bit and then we wave good-bye after what felt like a million thank-you's. I tuck Brooklyn back in and sit with Jameson while he calms down. I think the adrenaline wore off and he is a shaky mess. Still no crying but a lot of shaking. He eventually falls asleep and starts snoring, exhausted.
So, that is how I ended Mother's Day 2012. It wasn't boring, that's for sure! I was/am so thankful that he wasn't more injured and am just a teeny bit glad that it took some serious effort to get him out...it helped erase any embarrassment I initially had. I am obviously thankful for all firefighters but was really thankful that they took such care to get him out and didn't once make me feel like the crazy person I felt like. Thank you Monroe Fire Dept!
I would like to end this lovely post by recognizing how bull-headed this boy is. Even after the policeman, fire crew, grandparents, Brett and me lectured him on the dangers of getting in the drain...you guessed it...we caught him trying to go back in the next night! Brett immediately found a way to stop that by rigging up some way of Jameson proofing it. He hasn't been back in since. Are you wondering why he was in there and why he tried to go back in? Well, we are too. When we ask him he responds, "I was trying to get out." After much thought I am convinced that he thinks his drain is a portal to either the downstairs or somewhere WAY more exciting than his room. If I could only be in his brain for a mili-second to find out. Boys. That's all I have to say about that. Boys.
So, from that point forward we knew that he would be checking out drains wherever we went. He's not picky, he even loves the bathtub drain. He also considers his heat vent in his room to be a drain. Ever since we moved to this house, over two years ago, he has used his floor heat vent as a form of communication to the downstairs. It started with wailing down the "drain" at bedtime then transformed to him saying harmless, yet unintentionally creepy, things like, "I can hear you eating Mommy." when I snacked on popcorn while watching some TV. His "drain" is situated right about our TV.
We knew he was fascinated but didn't know HOW fascinated he was. Apparently he was fascinated enough to not only climb in his "drain" but put both feet in and proceed to get stuck. Really stuck. Really stuck on Mother's Day. Really stuck on Mother's Day while Brett was on shift at the station 45 minutes away. Stuck, in his drain. Let me walk you through it.
Mother's Day was exhausting. We started the day with a visit to the fire station with some friends and ended it with crazy sprinkler time in the backyard. I thought I was in for a peaceful bedtime. How could they not be exhausted?!? So, I tuck in the little cuties and curl up on the couch with some mindless TV. About an hour later Jameson starts screaming. Really yelling. I immediately think it is a night terror so I run up there but don't turn on his light because we aren't supposed to wake him from night terrors. I crouch by his bed...he is not there. Weird. Then he says, "Hi Mommy." I flip the light on and there he is, in his drain. I think it is funny at first and go over to pull him out thinking he just can't get leverage. Not only does he not budge, he screams out in pain. Brooklyn comes in and starts to panic (not sure where she gets that from?!?) so I tell her to go grab some soap. I try to rub his legs with soap to free him and realize that his shins and ankles are stuck in two different joints in the heat vent tubes. Not sure what the technical terms is, pipes? Anyway, soap doesn't work. I decide it is time to call Brett. I preface what am I about to tell him with, no this is not a joke. After he walks me through all the things I have already tried we decide I am going to need some assistance. We brainstorm and finally decide there is really no choice but to call in the big guns, as in, call 911. Ugh. So embarrassing! I should probably insert the video I took here of Jameson to point out that he was not panicked AT ALL. So, it was a little less unnerving. I know, I took a video. What a horrible parent I am. I actually just wanted to take a picture but my camera was in the car and wasn't comfortable rummaging through the car trying to find it while he was in his drain. Imagine that.
Anyhoo, the call went a little like this, "Hi, this isn't really an emergency but I am not sure what to do, my child is stuck in his heat vent, feet first. No, he doesn't appear to be injured. Yes, he is conscious. Yes, the vent is on the floor. No, I don't need to stay on the phone with you. Thank you."
Low and behold, a few minutes later Brooklyn belts from the window, "The police are here!" Say what? Sure enough, there is a police car in the driveway. I let the very nice policeman in and he takes a look at Jameson and tries to get him out, to no avail. In fact he says, "Whew, he is really in there isn't he?!?" The three firefighters arrive and also give it a try. No budging. After trying several directions and ways, one firefighter decides they need tools. He somewhat whispers this to one of the others and Jameson's eyes light up like it is Christmas and he says, "tools." in complete and utter awe. He should be scared the little booger! They use a crowbar and some spreader tool (not sure on the accurate name) and eventually get his right leg out and then his hip dips down further. It takes a bit more work but eventually the left leg also comes out. They give him a quick once over and determine that he only has a few scrapes and will most likely bruise where his legs and ankles were wedged. Otherwise he looks fine. They tell him to hop on his bed and they give him a "ride" back to where his bed belongs and invite the kids to come and check out their firetruck. The kids climb around for a bit and then we wave good-bye after what felt like a million thank-you's. I tuck Brooklyn back in and sit with Jameson while he calms down. I think the adrenaline wore off and he is a shaky mess. Still no crying but a lot of shaking. He eventually falls asleep and starts snoring, exhausted.
So, that is how I ended Mother's Day 2012. It wasn't boring, that's for sure! I was/am so thankful that he wasn't more injured and am just a teeny bit glad that it took some serious effort to get him out...it helped erase any embarrassment I initially had. I am obviously thankful for all firefighters but was really thankful that they took such care to get him out and didn't once make me feel like the crazy person I felt like. Thank you Monroe Fire Dept!
I would like to end this lovely post by recognizing how bull-headed this boy is. Even after the policeman, fire crew, grandparents, Brett and me lectured him on the dangers of getting in the drain...you guessed it...we caught him trying to go back in the next night! Brett immediately found a way to stop that by rigging up some way of Jameson proofing it. He hasn't been back in since. Are you wondering why he was in there and why he tried to go back in? Well, we are too. When we ask him he responds, "I was trying to get out." After much thought I am convinced that he thinks his drain is a portal to either the downstairs or somewhere WAY more exciting than his room. If I could only be in his brain for a mili-second to find out. Boys. That's all I have to say about that. Boys.
We Need Land
Brett and I often talk about our next (and hopefully final - at least for a long time) home and have come up with a few things that are non-negotiable. First on the list is land. This family needs land. Emmett needs dirt to eat and apparently Brooklyn wants to pee in the backyard. Yes, you read that correctly, pee in the backyard. Not sure where she comes up with these things. Are you thinking, how do you know this?!? Well, it is because while I ran upstairs to grab my gym clothes yesterday morning I came down .2 minutes later and she was gone. Not in the playroom, TV room or kitchen. The front door was still locked. I called for her and she answered from the backyard...even though the blind covering the backdoor was still shut. So I peek out and there she is, poppin' a squat in the backyard. Oh geez. If you don't know this, we live in a neighborhood right now that approximately six of our neighbors houses have a direct visual path to our backyard. I can only hope that they were all still sleeping since it was 7:30 a.m. Being that she has brothers, we have to constantly remind her that she DOES have to wear a shirt at all times and she cannot pee outside. For instance, Jameson believes when you gotta go, you gotta go...even if it is during a BBQ with friends...in their backyard:
It is an interesting balance raising girls and boys. I am sure there are many more interesting "unfair" items that will come about over the years!
It is an interesting balance raising girls and boys. I am sure there are many more interesting "unfair" items that will come about over the years!
Friday, May 18, 2012
Jer-Mama-Go!
Today we decided it would be a fun night to get in the hot tub...as a whole family. We have done this before but not since Emmett has been, well, wild. It was ridiculous! By the end of the 10 minutes (max) we were all soaked from head to toe and our guts hurt from laughing so much. Emmett would laugh each time he would bob under water, Brooklyn was kicking, swimming and splashing and Jameson was shouting, "Jer-Mama-Go!" and diving off the sides, choking on the water and laughing while gagging the water back up. I love his take on Geronimo, how could you not?!? Such a goon. It looks like we will be getting in as a whole family again soon since the kids have not stopped asking to get in again. Lucky for me, it looks like rain for a few days so I can get my nerves ready. I would video this adventure but it is an "all on hands on deck" experience. Crazy, just plain crazy.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Bye, Bye Binky!
All binkies have left the building! For Emmett's 18 month birthday we took away his binky. I know, I know, we are such amazing, thoughtful parents. It was the same age we took Jameson's away and, well, it was time. He was starting to "binky talk." It's hard to explain but he would try to say words but they were more of a hum in the back of his throat because he was used to having the binky in. Details, details. Funny thing is, he doesn't even miss it! It took Jameson a few nights to get over not having the binky. Not Emmett, you'd think he never had one. He just doesn't seem care. Whew!
Now, I have to say, I miss the binky a little. Come three o'clock when he is a little whiny, I miss the binky. When we are outside and he is stuffing his face full of dirt, I miss the binky. When we decided to take an all day road trip up North to La Conner the day we gave up the binky...I really missed the binky. Road trip?!? What were thinking! Okay, it wasn't that bad, there was just more whining than usual from our big boy. I am also a little sad...my baby is really growing up now. I mean, he's been huge for months so it's not like he is a baby per say but first the binky, next diapers and pretty soon he'll be out of all the "baby" stages. Sigh. Good thing my friends are popping out adorable newborns so I can get my baby fix and send 'em home.
Now, I have to say, I miss the binky a little. Come three o'clock when he is a little whiny, I miss the binky. When we are outside and he is stuffing his face full of dirt, I miss the binky. When we decided to take an all day road trip up North to La Conner the day we gave up the binky...I really missed the binky. Road trip?!? What were thinking! Okay, it wasn't that bad, there was just more whining than usual from our big boy. I am also a little sad...my baby is really growing up now. I mean, he's been huge for months so it's not like he is a baby per say but first the binky, next diapers and pretty soon he'll be out of all the "baby" stages. Sigh. Good thing my friends are popping out adorable newborns so I can get my baby fix and send 'em home.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Mother's Day at the Fire Station
Mother's Day morning we headed to see Brett at the fire station for a formal tour. Friends of ours wanted to see the station, well their kids did, and after exchanging dates we settled on the 13th. I didn't even realize that it was Mother's Day that day until a couple of days before. Oops! The kids had a blast and Brett really pulled out all the stops by showing us everything in the station. He was a trooper after being up all night the night before!
After the grand tour ended by the guys being called out, we headed across the street to the Elementary School playground for some playing and lunch. My kids more played and stole the other lunches. Once Emmett was sweaty and red cheeked it was determined that we wouldn't last long at the park so we had to take off a bit earlier than I had hoped. But, overall, we had a great morning and loved spending it was friends. Thanks for driving out to Fall City Eichner and Riley Families!
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| E hangin' in the truck. |
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| GQ pose. |
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| The kiddos, distracted. |
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| Creeper. |
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| Sprayin' the hose! |
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| Sydney's turn! |
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| Jameson and Dyllan taking it all in. |
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| E, entertained for the moment. |
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| Sydney and E. |
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| Buddies. Sydney, Brooklyn, Joey and Jameson. |
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