21 April 2010
Since Benny turned two and a quarter, he's been going through the cliched "terrible twos" phase. I would agree with most parents that this is the most fun, yet most frustrating phase yet. He's an independent boy: He wants to do nearly everything himself - from getting into the car, to picking out his clothes. And in so many ways, he's still such a little boy. He still needs a kiss from me when he hurts himself, he still gets incredibly frustrated if something doesn't go his way. And so, the tantrums continue. They aren't nearly as bad as they once were, but they pop up from time to time.
So, last night when Benny got upset because we wouldn't put his pants back on after sitting on the potty (we were going to get him dressed for bed soon anyway), he threw a massive fit. I'm talking screaming at the top of his lungs during his time out, nearly passing out from crying so hard. When the time out was over, we talked about how to react to something when he's frustrated. It's not appropriate to cry, but it is appropriate to talk about it. When I asked him what he was planning to do the next time he was frustrated he said: "Say 'Doggonit!' I'm frustrated!'"
It's at times like these, I am so glad for the phases and the sheer entertainment they bring to my life.
13 April 2010
It's been five months - FIVE MONTHS - since we started this project. It's far from over, but at least we don't have to store our dishes, spices, food, cookware, etc. in the living room any more. And I can be thankful for the small things.
10 April 2010
Well, in this blog installment, allow me to explain why I'm trying to figure out how to stop being quite so welcoming and a little more mean. And it involves a new fence.
Yes, it's true, I cursed that fence just a few days ago. I wasn't sure it was entirely necessary to tackle this summer - particularly because the kitchen is not yet finished. Sure, Benny can both run out into the alley and into the front yard freely. And he can run fast. But, if we keep an eye on him, it's not such a problem.
Today I have been convinced that we need a fence as soon as possible. The convincing had nothing to do with Nate's persuasive power or Benny's speed. It had to do with our neighbor's complete and utter lack of boundaries.
The neighbor in question is sweet. A nice lady who talks to us (a lot) from over the chain link fence. She has violated the boundaries of neighborliness before. All me to provide some examples:
- Hitting one of our friend's car that was parked in front of our house. If you've been to my house, you know that there aren't a whole lot of cars parked on the street. There were at least two car spaces between the neighbor's car and the friend's car. This was the neighbor's fourth accident in about six months. She was slightly worried about her insurance. You think?
- Crashing a dinner party. Last summer a different friend was visiting and we were sitting outside, enjoying the lovely Colorado summer. Said neighbor walked around our house, sat herself down at the patio table and proceeded to talk to us and ignore the fact that we were entertaining. Nate went inside for a beer. She chirped up and said: "Yes, I'd love a beer."
09 April 2010
And then, and then, and then. Nate has decided to put in a fence in the backyard. I do not agree with this decision, but I've been out ruled. Long story short, some men are outside right now ripping up our sidewalk and the cement for the carport. They've also dug all sorts of holes and trenches because we need to put in drains to direct water away from our foundation. We have officially disturbed the huge hornet's nest that is the mess of our back yard.
To top it all off, an electrician is coming over next week to re-pull all of our wires. He'll be hanging new lights too.
Might I remind you that we haven't even finished the kitchen. I have learned something about my husband in this process. He gets just about finished with a project and then moves on to the next one. I really want to believe him when he says that by the end of May, the kitchen will be completed, the yard will be on the mend, and all the electrical will be updated. More updates (I really hope we have updates) as they are available.
06 April 2010
And yet, this kid will eat mounds of broccoli. He refuses carrots, squash, cucumbers - anything green, red, or yellow that contains seeds. And by refuse, I mean throw off his plate. But he will eat broccoli. Tonight we made homemade mac cheese with broccoli. He didn't eat any mac, but ate all of the broccoli and requested more. Can't aruge with that.
01 April 2010
Her response: "Wow!" Laugh laugh. Ha ha. And then I had a moment of clarity, "I'm going to get THAT BIG again." No more laughing. Sigh. The thing is, I wasn't even full term in that picture. That was probably taken around 36 weeks. And I'm well on my way. I can still wear some of my normal pants (only because my bump is setting up high this time), but I'm already in maternity shirts. I had hoped to wait until at least five months to fully transition into maternity gear. Now it's looking more like four months. Yikes! It's a good thing babies are so freaking cute!