Last weekend we got to have a klingon-free weekend!
Friday night I had dinner with a friend, so I sent the klingon to MeMaw's (my mom) house. Saturday morning was show week at gymnastics. MIL and FIL came in for show week, and to take the klingon back home with them, because they wanted to have a night with him.
Saturday afternoon, the roofers were banging away on day 2 of getting our roof replaced. I managed to squeeze in a workout before showering and returning to bed to catch up on TV shows. Saturday night, klingon daddy and I went out for an early dinner, and went to bed by 9.
Daddy had to go to work at 7 am on Sunday, but I slept. Until 11. It was wonderful. When daddy got off work, I was in the same spot he found me the day before - in bed, watching TV. Haven't had a weekend like that in a while!
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
"FAMILY HUG!"
A long time ago we started what we call family hugs. It's basically making a klingon sandwich, but hugging. Well, now it's not us calling them - it's him. We'll be sitting on the couch and he'll come running up to us and jump in our laps, hug both of us, and yell, "FAMILY HUG!" I've had 3 of them today alone. It's so sweet.
We're starting to get in the imagination phase. This kid is a great storyteller. He makes up all kinds of stories about how his foot hurts because he went swimming in the ocean and a shark came up and bit him then he hit him, grabbed him by the tail and swung him around, and poked him in the eye, and got rid of that mean shark so he could go back to the boat and go to the beach to build a sand castle. I don't know where it comes from, either, but he just goes on and on and on and on...
I've turned the klingon into quite the cruise fan. I have ship models of all the ships I've been on in the living room, and he loves to carry them around the house and count them. This leads into a discussion about our next cruise, which is on the Carnival Splendor. So we tell him all about it, and then he says, "After the Splendor I want to go on the Holidays!" Then I tell him that our next trip is on the Ecstasy to be the ring bearer in his uncle's (my brother) wedding. "And THEN can we go on the Holidays? And the Elation?" He's only been on one cruise, but he knows more ship names than his daddy.
We're starting to get in the imagination phase. This kid is a great storyteller. He makes up all kinds of stories about how his foot hurts because he went swimming in the ocean and a shark came up and bit him then he hit him, grabbed him by the tail and swung him around, and poked him in the eye, and got rid of that mean shark so he could go back to the boat and go to the beach to build a sand castle. I don't know where it comes from, either, but he just goes on and on and on and on...
I've turned the klingon into quite the cruise fan. I have ship models of all the ships I've been on in the living room, and he loves to carry them around the house and count them. This leads into a discussion about our next cruise, which is on the Carnival Splendor. So we tell him all about it, and then he says, "After the Splendor I want to go on the Holidays!" Then I tell him that our next trip is on the Ecstasy to be the ring bearer in his uncle's (my brother) wedding. "And THEN can we go on the Holidays? And the Elation?" He's only been on one cruise, but he knows more ship names than his daddy.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Back to school, back to work
Well, vacation's over. I went back to work for the first time since the day before Christmas Eve, and the Klingon went back to school for the first time since Christmas Eve (thank goodness they were open, I had to finish shopping for him!). For all the whining he did yesterday, he apparently ran right into school to play with all the friends he hadn't seen in a week and a half. When I picked him up, one of his friends (a girl, of course!) gave him a hug goodbye, and he ran up to another little girl and told her he wanted to give her a hug, so he did. He's such an affectionate little bugger. He gives his teachers hugs all the time, and his friends, and of course us. He doesn't know a stranger, it seems. Hmmm, may have to keep an eye on that one in a couple years...
By the way, on the way home? "Mommy, I miss my friends already!" Guess the kid likes school. :)
I'm ready for some sleep, first day back at work is rough! But we have a new mattress to help ease the pain somewhat. I especially can't wait to go to sleep now! :D
By the way, on the way home? "Mommy, I miss my friends already!" Guess the kid likes school. :)
I'm ready for some sleep, first day back at work is rough! But we have a new mattress to help ease the pain somewhat. I especially can't wait to go to sleep now! :D
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Why don't they just listen?!?!?!?!
Kids have the most impressive case of selective memory I've ever seen. I can tell the klingon until I'm blue in the face to NOT use his loader and garbage truck to scoop up dog food and carry it around the house. He can tell me until he's blue in the fact that he hates time out. Yet I still catch him in the corner, with his digger, scooping up dog food and putting it in his dump truck to carry off. So off to timeout he goes, screaming and flailing his arms everywhere, "But I don't WANNA go to time out!"
Then there's the endless jumping on the bed, off the couch, off the table, and generic fit-throwing. "No, I don't want dinner, I WANT MY MILK!" But two seconds later, "But I don't WANNA go to time out!" It seems so simple to me. Why doesn't it to all the kids of the world?
Then there was the morning where he got sent to time out 3 times in an hour, and I made a comment about how he was going to spend the entire day in the corner if he kept this up. So now every time he whimpers over to the corner, he says, "But I'm not gonna stay here all night mommy!" And, of course, "I stopped crying mommy, can I come out now?"
I've spent the last week and a half of my time off from work listening to my son pitifully say he misses his friends at school every day. "I want to go to school, I miss my friends." So today I tell him, guess where you're going tomorrow? The reaction was not what I expected. "No, I don't wanna go to school! I want to stay home with you, you don't have to go back to work!" How the heck did he change 10 days of whining in an hour? I feel sorry for my husband, who has to take him in tomorrow!
Today's obscure TV request - a show about ladybugs. Noggin and Miss Spider to the rescue!
Then there's the endless jumping on the bed, off the couch, off the table, and generic fit-throwing. "No, I don't want dinner, I WANT MY MILK!" But two seconds later, "But I don't WANNA go to time out!" It seems so simple to me. Why doesn't it to all the kids of the world?
Then there was the morning where he got sent to time out 3 times in an hour, and I made a comment about how he was going to spend the entire day in the corner if he kept this up. So now every time he whimpers over to the corner, he says, "But I'm not gonna stay here all night mommy!" And, of course, "I stopped crying mommy, can I come out now?"
I've spent the last week and a half of my time off from work listening to my son pitifully say he misses his friends at school every day. "I want to go to school, I miss my friends." So today I tell him, guess where you're going tomorrow? The reaction was not what I expected. "No, I don't wanna go to school! I want to stay home with you, you don't have to go back to work!" How the heck did he change 10 days of whining in an hour? I feel sorry for my husband, who has to take him in tomorrow!
Today's obscure TV request - a show about ladybugs. Noggin and Miss Spider to the rescue!
Friday, January 2, 2009
U-Verse
I love U-Verse.
Before I start, let me say that my son really does not watch TV all the time, I promise!
Their video on demand is the coolest thing ever. When he wanted to watch a show about airplanes, I found a video about commercial jets. Firetrucks, same thing.
Yesterday he wanted to watch a show about elephants that don't poop. Did a search for elephant, and came up with a pretty tame National Geographic show on a baby elephant developing in the womb. Not only did I find a show about elephants, I found one about an elephant that doesn't poop! My excitement was short-lived, though, when he exclaimed rather loudly, "YUCK! I don't like sperm, that's yucky!" Yep, that one'll probably be repeated at school next week...
Today, he wanted to watch a show about toy trains (where does he come up with this stuff?). No problem, searched for trains on VOD, and came up with a 45 minue show about toy trains at Christmastime. Mommy scores again! (And no yucky sperm at that!)
Before I start, let me say that my son really does not watch TV all the time, I promise!
Their video on demand is the coolest thing ever. When he wanted to watch a show about airplanes, I found a video about commercial jets. Firetrucks, same thing.
Yesterday he wanted to watch a show about elephants that don't poop. Did a search for elephant, and came up with a pretty tame National Geographic show on a baby elephant developing in the womb. Not only did I find a show about elephants, I found one about an elephant that doesn't poop! My excitement was short-lived, though, when he exclaimed rather loudly, "YUCK! I don't like sperm, that's yucky!" Yep, that one'll probably be repeated at school next week...
Today, he wanted to watch a show about toy trains (where does he come up with this stuff?). No problem, searched for trains on VOD, and came up with a 45 minue show about toy trains at Christmastime. Mommy scores again! (And no yucky sperm at that!)
Intro
Before you get upset, this has NOTHING to do with Star Trek. The klingon is the nickname I gave to my now 3 year old son before he was a year old. He was quite clingy to mommy (perhaps because mommy still had to feed him every 3 hours when he was 6 months old!), and it just sort of stuck.
A little about me - my husband and I are both 30 (though I turn 31 in 27 days!), and both work outside of the home. My husband is a deputy sheriff for the county (the klingon is very concerned with how many bad boys and girls his daddy caught at work today!), I'm a data architect for an energy company. The klingon is our first and only child.
I have a rather smart preschooler. I know, I know, every mom says that about their kid, and I may be doing the same thing, but he sure seems smart to me. Every day I'm usually laughing at something he says or does, he picks up on things quick. So this is my attempt to share my amusement with anyone in the world who cares.
Today's story is from naptime. Why this child will go to his mat at school immediately after lunch and fall asleep on his own by 11:30, but is still fighting me at 1:30 at home, is beyond me. I thought I won the battle today when I got him into bed at 1:15 with his cup of milk (well, sort of. He takes naps in our bed).
2:30 rolls around and he's still wide awake, watching Alvin and the Chipmunks. I turn the TV off and tell him to go to sleep or no more TV for the day. Predictably, he throws a fit, and after about 10 minutes decides to take a nap in his bed (which he has done once in the last 3 months - and that was the other day when he fell asleep in my husband's lap and he managed to get him upstairs and keep him asleep). I try to follow him upstairs, to which I get a "talk to the hand", and he says, "No, mommy, I want to go up by myself!" Okay, fine. I'm tired, so I head back to bed and listen to him tromp up the stairs and climb into bed.
I go up to check on him after a few minutes, and sure enough, he's in bed, but still awake. I head back down the stairs, cautiously optimistic in my "victory". It was short-lived, as not even 10 minutes later, I hear his heavy footsteps run across his room. By the time I get upstairs, he's in bed curled up with his 30" tall Dora pillow. I ask him if I can give him a kiss goodnight, to which he says, "sure!", and crawls out of bed.
So now he's sitting in the rocking chair in his room. He gives me "a look", and says, "Mommy, I'm awake now, can I watch TV?" Nice try, kid.
I finally did get him to sleep just after 4:00. We didn't wake up until daddy came home from work just after 6:00. He usually goes to bed at 9:30 - wonder what time that'll get pushed back to tonight with the late nap!
A little about me - my husband and I are both 30 (though I turn 31 in 27 days!), and both work outside of the home. My husband is a deputy sheriff for the county (the klingon is very concerned with how many bad boys and girls his daddy caught at work today!), I'm a data architect for an energy company. The klingon is our first and only child.
I have a rather smart preschooler. I know, I know, every mom says that about their kid, and I may be doing the same thing, but he sure seems smart to me. Every day I'm usually laughing at something he says or does, he picks up on things quick. So this is my attempt to share my amusement with anyone in the world who cares.
Today's story is from naptime. Why this child will go to his mat at school immediately after lunch and fall asleep on his own by 11:30, but is still fighting me at 1:30 at home, is beyond me. I thought I won the battle today when I got him into bed at 1:15 with his cup of milk (well, sort of. He takes naps in our bed).
2:30 rolls around and he's still wide awake, watching Alvin and the Chipmunks. I turn the TV off and tell him to go to sleep or no more TV for the day. Predictably, he throws a fit, and after about 10 minutes decides to take a nap in his bed (which he has done once in the last 3 months - and that was the other day when he fell asleep in my husband's lap and he managed to get him upstairs and keep him asleep). I try to follow him upstairs, to which I get a "talk to the hand", and he says, "No, mommy, I want to go up by myself!" Okay, fine. I'm tired, so I head back to bed and listen to him tromp up the stairs and climb into bed.
I go up to check on him after a few minutes, and sure enough, he's in bed, but still awake. I head back down the stairs, cautiously optimistic in my "victory". It was short-lived, as not even 10 minutes later, I hear his heavy footsteps run across his room. By the time I get upstairs, he's in bed curled up with his 30" tall Dora pillow. I ask him if I can give him a kiss goodnight, to which he says, "sure!", and crawls out of bed.
So now he's sitting in the rocking chair in his room. He gives me "a look", and says, "Mommy, I'm awake now, can I watch TV?" Nice try, kid.
I finally did get him to sleep just after 4:00. We didn't wake up until daddy came home from work just after 6:00. He usually goes to bed at 9:30 - wonder what time that'll get pushed back to tonight with the late nap!
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