Monday, April 6, 2015

Mayhem's Easter


The church we've been attending hosted an Easter egg hunt the Sunday afternoon a week before Easter and it was Mayhem's first time to hunt eggs since last year at Easter he was barely walking.  Initially, he thought the bucket was for collecting leaves.



Distracted!



"Stand right there and let me take your picture," I told him.



I guess he though I wanted to see his belly button, too.



"Up, Mommy, up!"



I explained to him one time that there would be eggs hidden over here (pointing in the general area) and that you're supposed to pick them up and put them in your bucket.  He was pretty excited and not shy at all about the task before him.

"Oooh, eggs!"



Getting a good picture of him was impossible.  Even when I walked away to where I figured he would go next, he'd bend down right in front of me to pick up the egg.



Leaves aren't very pretty for egg hunts, but they sure make it easy for the little kiddies.






Easter was so bright and pretty!


He finally understands the concept of standing still to take a picture (we're working on smiling), but he wants to see what it looks like immediately so you have to be quick!


Boots was able to meet us at church and we had a very nice Easter service, complete with communion and Mayhem taking a nap nearly the entire time.

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Two

 
 
 Reading On the Night You Were Born on the night he was born two years later.  How weird was it that the weather (coooold! blustery!) was almost exactly the same?
 
He loves to "read book."
 
 
Boots was singing weird made-up songs to him before he went to sleep that night and I came sneaking in the dark and flashed the crap out of him with my phone.
 
He says, "yight on" and calls his pillow a "pippo."
 
 
Boots taught him to open his arms out wide when he asks him, "How much do you love me?"  And Mayhem will say, "Much!"  It's pretty heartbreaking!
 
 
 
He can be pretty persuasive when he wants you to sit somewhere.  And he loves to get down on the floor and tell whomever he's playing with to "trawl" (crawl.)
 
 
A bigger blanket for a bigger baby! 
 
Also, he's not a baby.  Hold him sideways like a baby and he says, "Boy!" and sits up.  This is coming in handy when trying to stop the whining.  "Boys don't whine, babies whine." 
 
 Shame, shame on me, I know.
 
 
He'd been awake about 2 minutes.  There were no toys in the floor anywhere when his feet first hit the ground.  It always looks like we got robbed by someone three feet tall around here, but it's fun and I mostly don't mind the mess.
 
 
Everything must have an ignition somewhere!  "poke! hole!"
 
He's a backseat driver (literally) and yells, "GO!" when we have to stop at red lights.  Probably going to have a road rage problem with this one.
 
When we "run errands" (he says that) he recognizes when we drive by the grocery store, too, and starts yelling out his list.  "Milk!"  "Eggs!"  "Cheese!"  "Honey!"  "Toast!" (never bread)
 
 
It's so funny when he picks things up and puts it on himself.  Stomping around in Boots' bright blue tennis shoes is my favorite so far, I think.
 
 
He's a clown and he knows it.  When I got him from the nursery Sunday night after church the volunteers told me that he had them rolling laughing.  They were naming body parts and when they got to toes he sat down, took off his shoes and socks, "TOES!"  Then he tried to sit his big hiney down in the baby's bumbo seat and missed it completely!  He fell out in the floor, laughing!
 
Speaking of hineys... A few days ago I was changing his diaper and his clothes and he had apparently bumped his backside on something earlier because he kept wanting me to "tiss hiney" (kiss hiney).  Boy, that was weird, having to explain that Mama is not going to kiss your hiney, haha!
 
 
Speaking of weird...  Playing with his plastic animals at his play kitchen table, "horse ride coon."
 
He loves to "took" (cook) and yesterday I discovered how useful he already is in a real kitchen.  I had cracked four eggs in a bowl and I told him to get a fork out of the drawer and stir the eggs.  He did it!  He got down off his stool, pulled the drawer open, knew right where the forks were even though he was too short to see them, got a fork out, went back to the stool and bowl and stirred the eggs.  I was just about to bust smiling!
 
Last night, I was making meatloaf for supper and had been mixing with my hands.  Not wanting to stop and wash them to add more oatmeal and then get them dirty mixing again, I told him to get the oatmeal (lid already off, sitting on the counter) and told him to put more oatmeal in Mama's bowl.  He used to the 1/4 cup measure I had sitting out and about a third of a 1/4 quarter cup at a time added in more oatmeal until I told him that was enough.  It was pretty impressive.
 
He's obsessed with tying things up and brings me a horse, cow, or tractor and some sort of cord, rope, string, whatever he can find nearly every day for me to "tie string."
 
 
*Photo credit: Mameha*
 
The boy loves "bip bip" (biscuits) a little too much.  He'll eat three!
 
He says "need cup," "done plate," "ice tream," "track eggs," "yick honey," "more milk, please," "more grapes, please," "more milk, hold top, please," and will tell me what he wants to eat- "toast cheese" (never cheese toast), "booberries" (blueberries, even strawberries are called blueberries right now), or "oak meal" (oatmeal.)
 
 
 
*Photo credit: Mameha*
 
He kept wanting to touch the flame on the candle.  He's watching me type this post now and keeps saying, "Ezzshra bite cake!"  
 
He likes looking at the pictures I take of him: "see Ezzshra"
He says goodbye to things sometimes: "bye bye birds," "bye bye trees," "bye bye horse," "bye bye toys"
He knows where I keep the Qtips (I really need to move them) and knows which ones are his and which ones are mine and Boots'.  "clean ears, Ezzshra's ears"
 He knows that we "change clothes" and "dirty clothes" go in the basket.
He knows the difference in his "howss shoess" and "chorch shoess."
Anything in a tube is "hiney tream" (hiney cream).
He likes my essential oils and always grabs them because he wants to "smell dat unn"
"tweest" (twist) and "stritch" (stretch) are highly animated
One day he just said "pine cone."  Where'd he learn that?!
So far he's not your typical man: "Mommy help!  Help Mommy!"
He wears me out with all the "Mommy up!" though.
He snatches my phone up off the table and slaps it upside his head upside down, "Ezzshra talk."  Ask him who he's talking to, "Omna" (Mameha) and what he's talking about, "toys."  They talk about toys on the phone a lot.
He still thinks he needs a tissue every time he coughs or sneezes, real or fake.
"plees truck" (police truck)
He remembers who has given him toys, clothes, or done things with him and thanks them "did do" (thank you) whenever he thinks about it or we say something about them even though they are not there usually.
He likes to point at the painting we did at Mameha's house "paint Omna"
He'll lay on his stomach and ask us to "pat back" or "stratch" (scratch)

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Never Late

Let's talk about timing for just a minute.

You can always be early and wait, in fact, I prefer it.  But being late is a definite disadvantage.  Miss your cue and don't walk down the aisle at the exact right moment on your big day and folks start to wonder.  Arrive at the funeral late when you're the hearse driver and heads are gonna roll.  

Timing is apparently the lesson I'm supposed to be learning right now.  Timing.  And making big decisions without being crippled with fear.

For months I've been crying and missing my church, but I think I've finally found the place I fit in.  Timing.

Lately, Boots and I have had to make some ridiculously expensive, life-changing decisions.  One day last week I lost it and snapped over toenail clippings in the carpet, but after I thought about it a few hours my fit was ultimately based on fear.  Fear of failure.  Fear of the unknown.  Fear.

Sunday I was reminded of this song.

Last night I dreamed that the big decision we've made didn't go through as planned.  I've been reading this book and the "homework" for today was on decisions and the fears that often accompany them.  Timing.

Isn't it great that God is always on time?  He knows exactly what we need and exactly when we need it.

Our big decision is always on my mind (I tend to obsess over things), but I'm not crippled or paralyzed with fear.  Even if any of my worst fears about this decision happens, we'll just regroup and start again.  

Speaking of my worst fear, it happened today.  I have now been through (possibly am still in?) a child's stomach virus.  I'm living.  Surviving.  Catching up on my DVR.  I need a new worst fear now!

Timing!

Saturday, February 7, 2015

When to Quit

I am old enough, smart enough, and happy enough with myself to be able to admit that I can not do everything.  I am just not able.  Sometimes want to can only take you so far; ability and skill are also necessary.

I am not a sew-er.  (Sewist?)  I am not going to become the next Maggie Whitley.  I want to sew, to create beautiful things from pieces of stuff, but I can't.  Instead of it being fun and inspiring I am frustrated and swearing loudly inside my head.  I can appreciate the talents of others and be much happier. 

So I'm quitting sewing. 

I have packed up my machine and assorted collected accoutrements and am giving them back to my mama so maybe she can teach my baby sister to sew instead.  I feel sort of like that person that adopted a puppy, but is bringing it back to the pound after a month because they don't like dogs as much as they thought they wanted to.

I think I'll keep up the hand quilting.  That's something I can do!  There's still a lot of crafty projects out there that I haven't even tried yet.

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Short Hair, Don't Care

My dreams of Mayhem being a long-haired hippie have been dashed!  

Boots has been complaining about how long Mayhem's hair is and how he doesn't want him to look like a girl a little too much.  So last night I finally decided it was time for another haircut, maybe not as short as last time.



Folks, don't feed your kids candy!  Not only is it bad for them blah blah blah, but when you do give them candy you can practically do anything to them, like cut their hair.  Very handy.


He did fuss a little when I was cutting around his ears (I probably would, too!), but he thought it was funny when I got the clippers out and told him they were a truck driving over his head.


One and a half rolls of smarties and twenty minutes later...

Boots is appeased, but said I didn't have to cut it so short.  Good thing it grows back, I'll have another chance before too long.

Monday, January 26, 2015

Garlic Harvest



Technically, we're several months ahead of schedule, but when you need garlic and you have the chance to dig some, you dig.  Calendar be hanged!



And then I washed them...which you're not supposed to do.  We'll see what happens.