Saturday, June 7, 2008

Short Stuff can count to twelve (depending, of course, on whether he wants to), which has become part of the bath time routine, counting the stairs as we go. If he's in a good mood, you can ask him what number comes next and he will tell you. If he's in a GREAT mood, he will give you answers such as "What comes after five?"
"Ohhh. Hmm. Grandma."

He and I are on our own for most of the weekend, since my husband is valiantly trying to complete the work on his property. I find that nearly every single time, Short Stuff is the cure for what ails ya. We began our morning in bed with our cups... mine a stoneware mug of strong coffee, his a sturdy sippy of soy milk. Neither of us speaking, just leaning into each other and a vast mound of pillows. What a great way to start the morning.


My parents found a vintage Radio Flyer bicycle and this thing has to be the smallest two-wheeler EVER. They refurbished it and brought it over tonight and Short Stuff is infatuated with this thing. He spent the better part of the evening climbing on and off of this thing like a monkey. Since I knew they were bringing the bike over, I took his Shortness to Target this morning to shop for bike helmets. I knew he had a generously-sized cranium but good lord. Toddler sizes did NOT fit. We now have a gorilla-sized bike helmet and a rinky-dinky bike. Seriously, the training wheels on this thing are smaller than my palm.





We also had to find a new pair of shoes for someone, since his disappeared at the sitter's during the week. She has torn her house upside down trying to find them, and on Friday, we think we maybe have figured out where they went... seems a certain somebody has figured out how to work her kitchen trash can, reeeeeaaaaally quietly while Sitter is getting lunch on the table. How do we know this? Because she discovered her TV remote control in the trash can and J has been fascinated with the concept of trash. Ah well, he was about to grow out of them anyway.



Sitter really had a tough week. Did I mention that we had the Dreaded Fingerpainting Episode? Medium of choice was NOT paint. He got the wall, every inch of the pack and play, the floor, the other wall, himself, more of himself, even more of himself, ohmylorddidyouROLLinit??, the books, the bedding... and when I arrived to pick him up, he was very pleased to announce that "I POOP!!" The poor sitter looked like she needed a drink.

I could use one myself. Although we had a fabulous day, I swear he has more energy than both of his siblings ever did... and that's combined. I also discovered today that in the same amount of time it takes me to walk from the family room to the kitchen table to set down a cup, the little monkey dude can scale a seven foot bookcase. From behind the Super Yard Gate, no less.

I'm beginning to suspect that I might need to consider hiding my car keys.

9 comments:

Reluctant Housewife said...

Yikes.

That story is so funny. There's nothing like a good yucky poop story... as long as it happened to someone else.

That is an awesome-cool bike.

Reluctant Housewife said...

Hey! I just got a comment from you. That means we were reading and commenting on each other's blogs at the SAME TIME. Whee!

Just thought I'd point that out...

Gerbil said...

Yeah, its taken THIS FREAKING LONG to get the computer up and running. Seriously, I am about to go ballistic on my service provider.

Steff said...

Wow, Jake is getting so big! When did that happen? :) Congrats on the new bike though...

frannie said...

oh, sh*t!!

(pun intended)

Catwoman said...

So, first off, that bike totally rocks!

Second of all, that poop story sounds like the most terrifying poop story ever. What are you feeding that child???

my4kids said...

That is such a cool bike!
I love the story about the finger paint. Probably why I was always paranoid with it to begin with!

Guinevere Meadow said...

I've got a little monkey, too, but we're still on a tricycle!

reallifeinsc said...

I always knew that there were more uses outta the "stuff" than just manure! I just never thought of finger painting! FUN!