For the past several weeks, Sarah has been taking the kids to a story time held at a fish/aquarium store close to my office. She has of course mentioned that the fish store is “close to Daddy’s office” to the boys, and Marshall has repeatedly asked to come and see my office. So today, we decide to oblige, let them see my ultra-exciting office space, and then we will head out to dinner. At the office Marshall is somewhat shy, Layne is of course charming everyone in sight, and Susie is mostly asleep. They enjoy my desk, mostly because of the pictures of themselves on display.
So we head out to Chuy’s for a yummy dinner of fajitas, their wonderful creamy jalapeno ranch sauce, and possibly (likely) a margarita. At the restaurant Sarah and I are looking at the menu, mainly trying to decide what to get the kids. I glance over at Marshall, and he has the kids menu open, he appears to be reading it, and states he wants a cheeseburger. The whole thing just looked hilarious given that he of course can’t read, but it sure came across that he was.
Dinner was wonderful and the margaritas strong. Layne enjoyed the creamy jalapeno, but then again he seems to love any kind of dipping sauce. Oh, and Marshall ate a grand total of 1 bite of the cheeseburger he wanted.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Planning for Sarah’s birthday
Actual discussion shortly after dinner last night. Marshall started to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to me, when I told him my birthday was last week. He then stated that mama’s birthday was next. I told him yes, then the following occurred:
Me: What should we get mama for her birthday?
Mars: I don’t know.
Me: Well, you are not any help.
Mars: You can give me more money so I can buy more toys!
Hilarity ensued. 3 years old, and already begging for money.
Me: What should we get mama for her birthday?
Mars: I don’t know.
Me: Well, you are not any help.
Mars: You can give me more money so I can buy more toys!
Hilarity ensued. 3 years old, and already begging for money.
Casey Jones you better watch your speed – 6/21/08
So we have decided that we should try and do at least 1 big outing a month with the kids. Last month was the zoo when Susie was all of 9 days old. Today we finally decided we should check out something we have been eyeing for over a year. Up in Hockley, about a 30-40 min drive northwest of us, is a group called Houston Area Live Steamers (HALS) who build and maintain (relatively) large steam model trains. Once a month during the spring and summer they offer free rides to the public.
We made the decision to go late Friday night, so the boys had no idea what was in store for them. I tell Marshall during breakfast that we are going to ride mini-trains, and he looks nominally excited. Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for, but at least he wasn’t outright opposed to the idea (which is always a distinct possibility).
We get to the park in Hockley shortly after 9:00, and there doesn’t appear to be too many people there yet. I unload the boys and Sarah stays in the car to feed Susie. We go up to the building and I scope out the situation. They have a clear box for donations which has some model trains in a mountain setting. I let Marshall put a dollar in the box, this only mildly amuses him, he now wants to open the box and play with the trains.
Sarah and Susie finally come up, and we decide that I will ride with the boys while Sarah waits with Susie for the first ride. So the boys and I get in line and wait. And wait. They actually did great waiting; I don’t think we have really ever dealt with lines quite like this. I think they are a little nervous though, lots of people, and the trains going by are not all that quiet. I keep trying to build up their excitement, but Marshall remains somewhat quiet, saying he is excited but not really looking the part. As we get closer, he starts telling me he wants to ride every train that comes by: “I want to ride the blue train”, “I want to ride the black train”, “I want to ride the orange train.” At the last turn in line before the front row, there are some little kiddie benches, then the front row has normal benches. Layne has a blast playing on these, climbing up and down, over and over.
So up to this point the boys have been great in line. Then our turn to finally board the train comes and Layne flips out, screaming and trying to run away from the train. I have to grab him and carry him, and luckily he calms down as we sit down. Marshall was a bit nervous I think, but was still eager to get on. The seats are basically just a wooden bench you straddle; Layne is between my legs and Marshall is in front, holding on for dear life. I told him to hold on tight, and he took it quite literally. Glad he listens to me every now and then. The train whistles and departs, and as we pass the station house we wave to Sarah who was waiting to get pictures of us.
The setup of the track is pretty cool. They have many scale station houses, water mills, signs, etc, along the way. There appear to several routes to take as they have lots of forks it is not just a simple circle or anything. This group has put some serious thought into the layout. There are also many bridges along the way, some a pretty impressive length as well. A good portion of the track goes into the woods and alongside a creek. This is a nice break from the sun and makes it more interesting than just riding around in an open field. The ride lasts for about 10 minutes. As we approach the station house again, Sarah has switched sides so we can again wave and get our picture taken.
After the ride Sarah and I switch off as she gets in line with the boys. Unfortunately the line is much longer this time, but we think there should be enough time to ride again before we have to head home for lunch. I wait under the cover for 10-15 minutes holding Susie, then decide to move to the other side so I can get pictures of them departing on the train. Think I moved too early because I end up waiting in the sun for well over 20 minutes. Susie had fallen asleep and was covered in her stroller, so I wasn’t worried about her in the sun, but I got stuck. Plus, I am sure she was still quite hot. I was basically on the sidewalk backing up to the parking lot, so I ended up moving the stroller next to a van so it could be in the shade. I felt odd leaving her out in a parking lot, but I was never more than 5 feet from her, so it really wasn’t a big deal. I ended up sitting in the shade of the van as well for a good part of the time. Not a lot of shady spots there, but I guess they didn’t really build this for spectators. Plus, it is free and all, so I shouldn’t complain too much. Once I saw Sarah and the boys make the last turn in line, I had to hop up every time I heard a train whistle to make sure I didn’t miss them on the train.
Except for the sun, it was a good time. Marshall said he enjoyed riding the trains, but wasn’t as talkative about it as he normally is about things. Layne seemed pretty happy on the way home. We will probably go again, but maybe do it earlier in the spring next time.
We made the decision to go late Friday night, so the boys had no idea what was in store for them. I tell Marshall during breakfast that we are going to ride mini-trains, and he looks nominally excited. Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for, but at least he wasn’t outright opposed to the idea (which is always a distinct possibility).
We get to the park in Hockley shortly after 9:00, and there doesn’t appear to be too many people there yet. I unload the boys and Sarah stays in the car to feed Susie. We go up to the building and I scope out the situation. They have a clear box for donations which has some model trains in a mountain setting. I let Marshall put a dollar in the box, this only mildly amuses him, he now wants to open the box and play with the trains.
Sarah and Susie finally come up, and we decide that I will ride with the boys while Sarah waits with Susie for the first ride. So the boys and I get in line and wait. And wait. They actually did great waiting; I don’t think we have really ever dealt with lines quite like this. I think they are a little nervous though, lots of people, and the trains going by are not all that quiet. I keep trying to build up their excitement, but Marshall remains somewhat quiet, saying he is excited but not really looking the part. As we get closer, he starts telling me he wants to ride every train that comes by: “I want to ride the blue train”, “I want to ride the black train”, “I want to ride the orange train.” At the last turn in line before the front row, there are some little kiddie benches, then the front row has normal benches. Layne has a blast playing on these, climbing up and down, over and over.
So up to this point the boys have been great in line. Then our turn to finally board the train comes and Layne flips out, screaming and trying to run away from the train. I have to grab him and carry him, and luckily he calms down as we sit down. Marshall was a bit nervous I think, but was still eager to get on. The seats are basically just a wooden bench you straddle; Layne is between my legs and Marshall is in front, holding on for dear life. I told him to hold on tight, and he took it quite literally. Glad he listens to me every now and then. The train whistles and departs, and as we pass the station house we wave to Sarah who was waiting to get pictures of us.
The setup of the track is pretty cool. They have many scale station houses, water mills, signs, etc, along the way. There appear to several routes to take as they have lots of forks it is not just a simple circle or anything. This group has put some serious thought into the layout. There are also many bridges along the way, some a pretty impressive length as well. A good portion of the track goes into the woods and alongside a creek. This is a nice break from the sun and makes it more interesting than just riding around in an open field. The ride lasts for about 10 minutes. As we approach the station house again, Sarah has switched sides so we can again wave and get our picture taken.
After the ride Sarah and I switch off as she gets in line with the boys. Unfortunately the line is much longer this time, but we think there should be enough time to ride again before we have to head home for lunch. I wait under the cover for 10-15 minutes holding Susie, then decide to move to the other side so I can get pictures of them departing on the train. Think I moved too early because I end up waiting in the sun for well over 20 minutes. Susie had fallen asleep and was covered in her stroller, so I wasn’t worried about her in the sun, but I got stuck. Plus, I am sure she was still quite hot. I was basically on the sidewalk backing up to the parking lot, so I ended up moving the stroller next to a van so it could be in the shade. I felt odd leaving her out in a parking lot, but I was never more than 5 feet from her, so it really wasn’t a big deal. I ended up sitting in the shade of the van as well for a good part of the time. Not a lot of shady spots there, but I guess they didn’t really build this for spectators. Plus, it is free and all, so I shouldn’t complain too much. Once I saw Sarah and the boys make the last turn in line, I had to hop up every time I heard a train whistle to make sure I didn’t miss them on the train.
Except for the sun, it was a good time. Marshall said he enjoyed riding the trains, but wasn’t as talkative about it as he normally is about things. Layne seemed pretty happy on the way home. We will probably go again, but maybe do it earlier in the spring next time.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Life is a Highway Part 3
Marshall has still been singing "Life is a Highway" non-stop, and it is getting to Sarah. He is also constantly asking what the rest of the words are to the song. So last night, Sarah asked me to download the song and make a CD with it on it. We both figure this will make him insanely happy.
Well, "insane" was certainly the operative word here. This morning as we were getting ready for breakfast, he starts singing again. So I tell him I have a surprise for him and put the CD on in the kitchen. He is very excited about the concept of the surprise "What surprise? What surprise?" he asks over and over. But when the music starts, he immediately goes and stands in the corner between the fridge and the counter. Then, when the chorus kicks in, he lets out a huge whine and starts crying. I ask him what is wrong, and he says he does not like that song. I ask him “if you don’t like it, why are you always singing it? And don’t you want to hear all of the words?” “But I don’t like that song!” is his only reply. Well, so much for that CD, back to the radio I guess.
Well, "insane" was certainly the operative word here. This morning as we were getting ready for breakfast, he starts singing again. So I tell him I have a surprise for him and put the CD on in the kitchen. He is very excited about the concept of the surprise "What surprise? What surprise?" he asks over and over. But when the music starts, he immediately goes and stands in the corner between the fridge and the counter. Then, when the chorus kicks in, he lets out a huge whine and starts crying. I ask him what is wrong, and he says he does not like that song. I ask him “if you don’t like it, why are you always singing it? And don’t you want to hear all of the words?” “But I don’t like that song!” is his only reply. Well, so much for that CD, back to the radio I guess.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
speaking of dorky
Bought 4 tickets to see Neil Diamond this October. The greatest songwriter of this or any generation. Now I just need to find a sequined shirt to frame my chest hair. And a babysitter, for a Tuesday night of all nights. Who cares, it will be a blast.
One thing to know about our love of The Neil. Our daughter was very close to being named Caroline, as in Sweet Caroline (bum bum bum). In fact, had Layne been a girl, that would have been its name. By the time Susannah came along, we had begun to change our minds slightly, and felt it went better with Marshall and Layne.
One thing to know about our love of The Neil. Our daughter was very close to being named Caroline, as in Sweet Caroline (bum bum bum). In fact, had Layne been a girl, that would have been its name. By the time Susannah came along, we had begun to change our minds slightly, and felt it went better with Marshall and Layne.
Now that I am (finally) caught up
Been posting in the past thus far. I decided a good point of time to start this blog was the day Susie was born, as it was pretty momentous. Plus, one of the main reasons I wanted to have this blog was for my own sake. I have a terrible memory, and need to jot down such little stories so I don’t forget them. I have tried actual pen and paper journals in the past, but have had trouble finding time to sit down and write. Advantage of the blog is I can post from work or home, so when I find time to post I can. Which is partly why it has taken so long to catch-up, between work and 3 kids, any extra time is pretty rare.
So maybe I can keep up with it now. And maybe someone will actually read this one day. Of course that implies I tell someone it exists. Even then, the only people that will likely care will be my wife, and maybe the kids’ grandparents. That is if I get to the point of posting pictures as well.
So maybe I can keep up with it now. And maybe someone will actually read this one day. Of course that implies I tell someone it exists. Even then, the only people that will likely care will be my wife, and maybe the kids’ grandparents. That is if I get to the point of posting pictures as well.
Birthday – 6/16/08
I get a great gift this morning, a gift card from everyone (Sarah and the kids, my parents, her parents) to the Apple Store so I can finally get an iPhone. I was initially skeptical of them, but seeing several people at work with them I really want one. And besides, I still don’t have an iPod, so this will kill 2 birds with one stone. Although Sarah tells me that it will cost me more per month for the plan, so hopefully my cheapskate gene does not kick in too much. I have a month to go before the new iPhones come out anyways, so I have some times to think, and at the very least, I will get an iPod. So I am excited.
Going to work on my birthday is not so exciting, however. Especially given the current mood of the office, which is somber at best due to some recent rumors. Fun times.
I get home from work and Marshall greets me right at the door screaming “SURPRISE!” Startled me, and I don’t think there was really any surprise. Guess he just felt that birthday’s require a surprise to be complete. Then, just a few minutes later, I was in my room getting dressed. The door was slightly closed and I hear something outside of it. I see his hand come around, the door opens, and he again yells “SURPRISE!” It appears he doesn’t fully grasp the concept of a surprise.
Sarah made a delicious dinner, a gnocchi recipe which is my absolute favorite and a caramel peanut butter torte for dessert that was amazing. Layne was mesmerized by the candles, and kept wanting me to put one back into his piece of cake. Marshall got into the act as well, and even wanted it lit again so he could blow one out. This of course then meant Layne wanted one lit as well. They may have enjoyed the candles more than the dessert.
Rest of the night didn’t go that well unfortunately. We are still trying to find the right sleep set-up for the boys, and this choice didn’t go all that well either. Sarah spent most of the evening in their room trying to keep Layne calm. I hope we figure out something soon.
Going to work on my birthday is not so exciting, however. Especially given the current mood of the office, which is somber at best due to some recent rumors. Fun times.
I get home from work and Marshall greets me right at the door screaming “SURPRISE!” Startled me, and I don’t think there was really any surprise. Guess he just felt that birthday’s require a surprise to be complete. Then, just a few minutes later, I was in my room getting dressed. The door was slightly closed and I hear something outside of it. I see his hand come around, the door opens, and he again yells “SURPRISE!” It appears he doesn’t fully grasp the concept of a surprise.
Sarah made a delicious dinner, a gnocchi recipe which is my absolute favorite and a caramel peanut butter torte for dessert that was amazing. Layne was mesmerized by the candles, and kept wanting me to put one back into his piece of cake. Marshall got into the act as well, and even wanted it lit again so he could blow one out. This of course then meant Layne wanted one lit as well. They may have enjoyed the candles more than the dessert.
Rest of the night didn’t go that well unfortunately. We are still trying to find the right sleep set-up for the boys, and this choice didn’t go all that well either. Sarah spent most of the evening in their room trying to keep Layne calm. I hope we figure out something soon.
Life is a Highway followup – 6/16/08
Getting dressed for work, I step out of the bedroom to hear Marshall singing this, again. As I approach the living room, I quickly realize he is not in there. In fact, he is in the bathroom, sitting on his potty, belting out his favorite tune. Yes, I got a video of it on the digital camera. Yes, this morning will haunt him for years to come.
Life is a Highway – 6/15/08
And Marshall wants to ride it, all night long. And all day long. Over and over and over again. As I lay in bed, trying to take advantage of my Father’s Day sleeping in time, I awake a few times to Marshall belting out this song. Now if you are old like me, you might be wondering why he is singing this early 90’s one-hit wonder. It has since been updated by the quasi-“country” band Rascal Flatts and featured in Marshall’s favorite move Cars. He is definitely associating it with the movie, as later in the day I saw him driving his Mac toy around and around the coffee table, as it is in the cross-country driving scene in the movie when this song is played.
What is odd is that it has literally been months since he has last seen that movie, but the singing of this song has only started within the last week or so. The things he manages to remember out of nowhere constantly amazes me.
What is odd is that it has literally been months since he has last seen that movie, but the singing of this song has only started within the last week or so. The things he manages to remember out of nowhere constantly amazes me.
Father’s Day – 6/15/08
Got to sleep in this morning, thanks to Father’s Day! Naturally last night was rough for both Susie and Layne, so I couldn’t amass as much sleep as I would hope, but I will gladly take what I can get. I woke up to the boys running into my room holding gift bags and screaming “Happy Father’s Day!” They are both very excited. Marshall so much so that he pulls my present out of the bag, before I can even open it. Layne, on the other hand, is very reluctant to let go of his gift bag. They each gave me a coffee mug which they helped paint, which is something I not-so-subtly hinted at recently. Sarah tells me later that her intention was for them to each paint 1 half of the mug, but she quickly realized that would not work out well, so I got two.
Marshall has also helped Sarah make my Father’s Day breakfast, and he is very excited about it. They made a honey-baked French toast, which is a new recipe Sarah found. It is funny the ingredients that Marshall fixates on. “There’s eggs!” “And honey!” “BUTTER!” Sounds like a great breakfast to me. And it indeed was very tasty. I got to enjoy a great breakfast, and drink coffee out of one of my new mugs. A great start to Father’s Day.
A few things dawn on me about today as well. For one thing, this is only my fourth Father’s Day, and I already have 3 kids. Yikes. 2005-1, 2006-1, 2007-2, 2008-3. I hope that trend stays halted for a few years now. Second, out of those 4 Father’s Days, this will probably be the first truly lazy, relaxing one. In 2005, I actually started the day in Florida at my parents, where I had gone to help out after my Dad had some surgery. I felt weird missing my first Father’s Day, but I felt at that time that helping out my Father was the more important thing. The next year was the weekend we moved into the house. We actually moved the Friday just before, which happened to be my birthday, but of course spent all weekend unpacking and making quick trips to the old house to get the left behind items. Last year was somewhat calmer, but was the day after my 30th birthday party, so we had lots of family in town and a fair amount of clean-up to do. So I am certainly looking forward to today, where we have nothing at all hectic planned.
Marshall has also helped Sarah make my Father’s Day breakfast, and he is very excited about it. They made a honey-baked French toast, which is a new recipe Sarah found. It is funny the ingredients that Marshall fixates on. “There’s eggs!” “And honey!” “BUTTER!” Sounds like a great breakfast to me. And it indeed was very tasty. I got to enjoy a great breakfast, and drink coffee out of one of my new mugs. A great start to Father’s Day.
A few things dawn on me about today as well. For one thing, this is only my fourth Father’s Day, and I already have 3 kids. Yikes. 2005-1, 2006-1, 2007-2, 2008-3. I hope that trend stays halted for a few years now. Second, out of those 4 Father’s Days, this will probably be the first truly lazy, relaxing one. In 2005, I actually started the day in Florida at my parents, where I had gone to help out after my Dad had some surgery. I felt weird missing my first Father’s Day, but I felt at that time that helping out my Father was the more important thing. The next year was the weekend we moved into the house. We actually moved the Friday just before, which happened to be my birthday, but of course spent all weekend unpacking and making quick trips to the old house to get the left behind items. Last year was somewhat calmer, but was the day after my 30th birthday party, so we had lots of family in town and a fair amount of clean-up to do. So I am certainly looking forward to today, where we have nothing at all hectic planned.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Take me home, country roads – 6/14/08
So today is a going away party for some good friends in the neighborhood. They are moving to West Virginia, and everyone is very sad. It is probably Marshall’s best friend, and is certainly one of Sarah’s closest friends at the moment. But the playgroup in others in the neighborhood will be giving them a final send off this evening.
In honor of their future home, and for better or worse on our part, we are throwing them something of a “hillbilly” party. This probably makes us bad people to stereotype and all, but too late for that now. The party is at Keith & Katie’s house, which is decorated with a singing fish, a clothesline of tattered clothes, recliner in the front yard, multiple beer signs, tables with newspapers for tablecloth, plastic flowers with wipee canisters as the “vase”, and every table complete with a flyswatter. The cake had an initial inscription “Happy Birthday Karen”, which was crossed out and “We Will Miss You” written underneath. On the beverage menu is Miller High Life (actually, my favorite domestic brew), Natural Light (aka Natty Lite), Budweiser (full flavor, not light; and actually probably my #3 domestic brew), and even a 6 pack of Schlitz tallboys. For the non-beer drinkers, we have 2 bottles of Boone’s Farm Strawberry Hill, and a vodka-soaked watermelon. Of course we have juice boxes for the kids, and caffeine-free (and alcohol free) drinks for the pregnant/nursing attendees. Such considerations I don’t remember having to make in college, which this party-planning felt like at times.
Most of us dressed up as well, Sarah in a pair of uber-cheap Sears jeans, cut off naturally, and her red boots. Keith looked like a slimmed-down Larry the Cable Guy in his sleeveless plaid shirt. Katie in a Budweiser tank-top (around her pregnant belly, mind you). Others came in old hats, trashy t-shirts, etc. All of the kids we had running around just in diapers. Marshall had no pants, but we did have him in a shirt: a red shirt we cut the sleeves off of. Best part was that the honorees weren’t fully aware of the theme of the party, and came dressed quite nice. Luckily, they seemed to find the humor in everything.
I somehow got nominated to be DJ early in the week, and spent several nights amassing a collection of fitting songs. Ended up with a 3-volume set which included mostly old country (David Allan Coe, George Jones), southern rock (Skynrd, Georgia Satellites), 70’s classic rock (think more Rick Derringer-like as opposed to Zeppelin), some bluegrass and of course John Denver. I think it was well received, and some of my selections certainly generated intrigue in my musical interests.
Party was a great time all in all. The boys were rather well behaved, and think they had a good time. They enjoyed the badminton court, running around with the racquets and watching the birdie fly back and forth when the adults played. And the bouncy house was a hit as always. Layne went to town when the watermelon (not the soaked one!) came out; advantage of him being only in a diaper made clean-up easier. The honorees seemed to enjoy themselves as well, and appreciated the sentiment. They will certainly be missed, they have been good friends. Who know, maybe a vacation to West Virginia is in our future.
badminton
mmmmm, watermelon
Susie napping...on the porch
In honor of their future home, and for better or worse on our part, we are throwing them something of a “hillbilly” party. This probably makes us bad people to stereotype and all, but too late for that now. The party is at Keith & Katie’s house, which is decorated with a singing fish, a clothesline of tattered clothes, recliner in the front yard, multiple beer signs, tables with newspapers for tablecloth, plastic flowers with wipee canisters as the “vase”, and every table complete with a flyswatter. The cake had an initial inscription “Happy Birthday Karen”, which was crossed out and “We Will Miss You” written underneath. On the beverage menu is Miller High Life (actually, my favorite domestic brew), Natural Light (aka Natty Lite), Budweiser (full flavor, not light; and actually probably my #3 domestic brew), and even a 6 pack of Schlitz tallboys. For the non-beer drinkers, we have 2 bottles of Boone’s Farm Strawberry Hill, and a vodka-soaked watermelon. Of course we have juice boxes for the kids, and caffeine-free (and alcohol free) drinks for the pregnant/nursing attendees. Such considerations I don’t remember having to make in college, which this party-planning felt like at times.
Most of us dressed up as well, Sarah in a pair of uber-cheap Sears jeans, cut off naturally, and her red boots. Keith looked like a slimmed-down Larry the Cable Guy in his sleeveless plaid shirt. Katie in a Budweiser tank-top (around her pregnant belly, mind you). Others came in old hats, trashy t-shirts, etc. All of the kids we had running around just in diapers. Marshall had no pants, but we did have him in a shirt: a red shirt we cut the sleeves off of. Best part was that the honorees weren’t fully aware of the theme of the party, and came dressed quite nice. Luckily, they seemed to find the humor in everything.
I somehow got nominated to be DJ early in the week, and spent several nights amassing a collection of fitting songs. Ended up with a 3-volume set which included mostly old country (David Allan Coe, George Jones), southern rock (Skynrd, Georgia Satellites), 70’s classic rock (think more Rick Derringer-like as opposed to Zeppelin), some bluegrass and of course John Denver. I think it was well received, and some of my selections certainly generated intrigue in my musical interests.
Party was a great time all in all. The boys were rather well behaved, and think they had a good time. They enjoyed the badminton court, running around with the racquets and watching the birdie fly back and forth when the adults played. And the bouncy house was a hit as always. Layne went to town when the watermelon (not the soaked one!) came out; advantage of him being only in a diaper made clean-up easier. The honorees seemed to enjoy themselves as well, and appreciated the sentiment. They will certainly be missed, they have been good friends. Who know, maybe a vacation to West Virginia is in our future.
badminton
mmmmm, watermelon
Susie napping...on the porch
Scary - 6/14/08
Layne is quite insane. He has now flipped himself out of his crib 3 times in 3 days, twice tonight. He in Marshall are sharing a room, and he has been keeping up Marshall either by laughing and playing, or just crying. We’ve felt bad for Marshall, so we decided that we will let Marshall fall asleep in our room, then move him back to his room once Layne is asleep.
Layne didn’t take to kindly to this plan, and in fact has been very distraught that his brother is not where he should be at bedtime. He will cry uncontrollably, pointing at either Marshall’s bed or the door. We try to reason with him, telling him Marshall will return once he is quiet, but reasoning with an emotional 19 month old is often about as effective as reasoning with a rock. He fell out of his crib after about an hour of crying Wednesday night. Last night he went to sleep, but they had a very active day so he didn’t put up much of a fight.
Tonight, however, he put up quite the fight. He was quiet for a few minutes, then started to get worked up. Not wanting things to get out of hand, I decided to go in after he had been pretty vocal for about 10 minutes. I think this just made things worse. His screams grew much louder. I put him back down several times, then went back into the kitchen to finish washing dishes (Sarah was out at the grocery store this whole time). I barely get back to the sink when I hear a “thud”, I run to his room and there he is, on the floor again. I comfort him and make sure he is ok. Once I see he is alright, I decide the crib mattress needs to be lowered, we of course should have done this after the first occurrence. So I grab the tools, and make him sit quietly on Marshall’s bed while I adjust the crib. Once done, I go through the whole bedtime routine again, and put him down. The rail is now at his shoulders, so I feel somewhat confident he can’t get out.
Given that I have been locked in his room for some time, I decide I better go check on Marshall. We have a monitor in Susie’s room of course, but none in our room where Marshall is. I don’t get halfway to our room when I hear a thud again. He found a way out again. He almost did it a third time, as I was trying to close the door a little later and saw how he was getting out. Basically, he was just hoisting himself up and flipping out head first. That can’t end well. He will be graduating to the “big boy” bed sooner than expected.
Layne didn’t take to kindly to this plan, and in fact has been very distraught that his brother is not where he should be at bedtime. He will cry uncontrollably, pointing at either Marshall’s bed or the door. We try to reason with him, telling him Marshall will return once he is quiet, but reasoning with an emotional 19 month old is often about as effective as reasoning with a rock. He fell out of his crib after about an hour of crying Wednesday night. Last night he went to sleep, but they had a very active day so he didn’t put up much of a fight.
Tonight, however, he put up quite the fight. He was quiet for a few minutes, then started to get worked up. Not wanting things to get out of hand, I decided to go in after he had been pretty vocal for about 10 minutes. I think this just made things worse. His screams grew much louder. I put him back down several times, then went back into the kitchen to finish washing dishes (Sarah was out at the grocery store this whole time). I barely get back to the sink when I hear a “thud”, I run to his room and there he is, on the floor again. I comfort him and make sure he is ok. Once I see he is alright, I decide the crib mattress needs to be lowered, we of course should have done this after the first occurrence. So I grab the tools, and make him sit quietly on Marshall’s bed while I adjust the crib. Once done, I go through the whole bedtime routine again, and put him down. The rail is now at his shoulders, so I feel somewhat confident he can’t get out.
Given that I have been locked in his room for some time, I decide I better go check on Marshall. We have a monitor in Susie’s room of course, but none in our room where Marshall is. I don’t get halfway to our room when I hear a thud again. He found a way out again. He almost did it a third time, as I was trying to close the door a little later and saw how he was getting out. Basically, he was just hoisting himself up and flipping out head first. That can’t end well. He will be graduating to the “big boy” bed sooner than expected.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Why are you home from work daddy? – 6/9/08
So I get home from work, get comfortable, and Sarah hands off Susie to me so she can go take care of something. I sit down on the couch to relax for a minute or two before dinner, when Marshall asks “Why are you home from work daddy?” Nice, apparently he wants me to stay at work all day now or something.
Funniest part of this exchange was that I learned later he had apparently had spent a fair amount of time just sitting in the chair by the front door looking out the window waiting for me to come home earlier in the afternoon. Guess he got mad I didn’t come home then, so he didn’t care that I was home once I got there. Nice to be appreciated like that.
He followed that with another interesting conversation during dinner. About halfway though Oz, our third and most recent cat addition, came in and jumped up to sit down on the window seat near behind the table. I said “hi Oz” or something, and the following ensued:
Mars: Why do we call him ‘Oz’?
Us: Because that’s what you wanted to name him.
Mars: But I wanted to name him PAWS.
Us: Oh, we thought you were calling him ‘Oz’.
Mars: I want to name him ‘Paws’.
Us: We prefer ‘Oz’, sorry, we are not changing his name.
Mars: I will call him ‘Paws’.
Us: Fine. Whatever.
moment or 2 of silence
Mars (looking at Oz): HI OZZIE!!!
Uh, ok. Glad that is now solved. What was solved, I have no idea, but he seems content with the outcome.
Funniest part of this exchange was that I learned later he had apparently had spent a fair amount of time just sitting in the chair by the front door looking out the window waiting for me to come home earlier in the afternoon. Guess he got mad I didn’t come home then, so he didn’t care that I was home once I got there. Nice to be appreciated like that.
He followed that with another interesting conversation during dinner. About halfway though Oz, our third and most recent cat addition, came in and jumped up to sit down on the window seat near behind the table. I said “hi Oz” or something, and the following ensued:
Mars: Why do we call him ‘Oz’?
Us: Because that’s what you wanted to name him.
Mars: But I wanted to name him PAWS.
Us: Oh, we thought you were calling him ‘Oz’.
Mars: I want to name him ‘Paws’.
Us: We prefer ‘Oz’, sorry, we are not changing his name.
Mars: I will call him ‘Paws’.
Us: Fine. Whatever.
moment or 2 of silence
Mars (looking at Oz): HI OZZIE!!!
Uh, ok. Glad that is now solved. What was solved, I have no idea, but he seems content with the outcome.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Postscript to Jack’s party
So when we left the party the party-goers had long emptied the original beer coolers and were tapping into Keith’s stash of High Life (Ed note: great choice!) and were continuing to hang out. Katie tells Sarah that she had walked outside, all the dads were feeling quite good, and she overheard one of them say “You know that Layne kid? He’s pretty cool.” Guess he made quite the impression.
Jack's Birthday Party – 5/31/08
We went to Jack’s 2 year old birthday party this afternoon. Our neighborhood has purchased a bouncy house, which then gets loaned out first-come first-serve for various parties, quite a nice deal, and of course it was there. Marshall and Layne pretty much head straight for it the minute we get there. There are 3 or 4 other boys in there, all about Marshall’s size or bigger. This does not faze Layne in the least; he gets bounced around like a ping pong ball and enjoys every last second. At one point he was trying to exit, got caught on something, fell over the side, hung upside down for a second, then fell on his head. Did this bother him? Of course not. This impressed many of the other father’s observing.
Marshall discovered a love of real cherries, which had graciously been pitted by Katie (Jack’s mom). They seemed to be a big hit amongst all of the kids, as they were pretty picked over in the giant fruit bowl. Marshall also spent a fair amount of time wrestling with a 4 foot long stuffed rhinoceros inside. He was concerned however that “no water was coming out”, to which I replied “of course there is no water, it is a rhinoceros”. One of the other mothers found this line of conversation quite amusing. I think her child was a bit younger than Marshall, and therefore not really aware of the sheer number of bizarre conversations that occur when living with a toddler.
Everyone seemed to enjoy the party. Being still so small, everyone is really interested in Susie and wants to hold her. Given the lovely Houston summertime heat, we are more than willing to pass her around.
While driving home, we passed Gwen, Matt, Eva & Levi who were walking home. This prompted Marshall to ask why Eva was at the party. We explained that Eva was also Jack’s friend, so she was invited as well. “Why?” “Well, they are friends like you are friends. They both came to your party.” “Why?” “Because they are your friends.” “But why was Eva at Jack’s party?” This went on and on. Sarah finally tried to throw it back at him and asked Marshall why he asked so many questions. His response “because I like to”, “Why?” she responded. “Because” he retorted. She kept asking “why” but it never seemed to faze him. So much for that trick.
Marshall discovered a love of real cherries, which had graciously been pitted by Katie (Jack’s mom). They seemed to be a big hit amongst all of the kids, as they were pretty picked over in the giant fruit bowl. Marshall also spent a fair amount of time wrestling with a 4 foot long stuffed rhinoceros inside. He was concerned however that “no water was coming out”, to which I replied “of course there is no water, it is a rhinoceros”. One of the other mothers found this line of conversation quite amusing. I think her child was a bit younger than Marshall, and therefore not really aware of the sheer number of bizarre conversations that occur when living with a toddler.
Everyone seemed to enjoy the party. Being still so small, everyone is really interested in Susie and wants to hold her. Given the lovely Houston summertime heat, we are more than willing to pass her around.
While driving home, we passed Gwen, Matt, Eva & Levi who were walking home. This prompted Marshall to ask why Eva was at the party. We explained that Eva was also Jack’s friend, so she was invited as well. “Why?” “Well, they are friends like you are friends. They both came to your party.” “Why?” “Because they are your friends.” “But why was Eva at Jack’s party?” This went on and on. Sarah finally tried to throw it back at him and asked Marshall why he asked so many questions. His response “because I like to”, “Why?” she responded. “Because” he retorted. She kept asking “why” but it never seemed to faze him. So much for that trick.
Monday, June 2, 2008
Memorial Day – 5/26/08
Grams and Pops left this morning. We are now on our own for an indefinite amount of time. Now the fun really starts.
Luckily it is Memorial Day, and we have a nice big distraction this afternoon in a neighbor’s barbeque. The boys usually get up from their naps by 2:30, which is perfect because the bbq starts at 3, so we should have no problem being there at 3 or shortly thereafter. We don’t leave the house until 4:00. Ah, the fun of motivating/organizing/cleaning/feeding 3 separate beings whose combined age is less than 7.
There is much controversy on the walk down the street. We are bringing some cookies and a pitcher of homemade sangria and are using the wagon for transportation. But of course the mere sight of the wagon means the boys want to ride in the wagon, which there is no room for. We finally calm everyone down, and reassure that they will likely be able to ride home in the wagon should they choose to and we set off walking down the street.
We got to Seth & Amber’s house and everyone is in the backyard. We unload the goodies we brought and have a seat and start to chit-chat with all of our neighbors. Before long, one neighbor, Josh, asks to hold Susie. I had only met Josh maybe once before, and on that occasion I was really talking to his wife more than him per se. To my knowledge Sarah has not met him many more times than that. Not that it really mattered; it is just a backyard barbeque after all. The funny part was just that here was an almost complete stranger holding our 2 week old baby for a solid hour. I don’t think many will confuse us for uptight parents.
Meanwhile, Marshall and Layne had taken off and were busy in the playhouse which Seth had just bought and assembled that weekend. They played very well together and seemed to enjoy it without any arguments. After about an hour or so, Marshall comes back to the main area and tells us he is hungry. This is really just code for “I want a cookie”, but I go ahead and make he and Layne a plate anyways. Layne is still out in the playhouse, all alone, but this does not upset. I pretty much have to forcibly remove him to come and eat, and it is a very rare thing for him to resist food. Sure enough after he eats, he heads right back out there and continues to play by himself most of the afternoon. According to Sarah, at one point he had taken the toy phone from the house, and was walking by the fence pretending to talk, just as if he were someone on a cell phone trying to find some privacy. What a goof.
The barbecue was a good time, and it was fun catching up with the neighbors and discussing life with 3 kids. Although one neighbor did threaten us, saying there would no more dinner drops if we have more kids.
Luckily it is Memorial Day, and we have a nice big distraction this afternoon in a neighbor’s barbeque. The boys usually get up from their naps by 2:30, which is perfect because the bbq starts at 3, so we should have no problem being there at 3 or shortly thereafter. We don’t leave the house until 4:00. Ah, the fun of motivating/organizing/cleaning/feeding 3 separate beings whose combined age is less than 7.
There is much controversy on the walk down the street. We are bringing some cookies and a pitcher of homemade sangria and are using the wagon for transportation. But of course the mere sight of the wagon means the boys want to ride in the wagon, which there is no room for. We finally calm everyone down, and reassure that they will likely be able to ride home in the wagon should they choose to and we set off walking down the street.
We got to Seth & Amber’s house and everyone is in the backyard. We unload the goodies we brought and have a seat and start to chit-chat with all of our neighbors. Before long, one neighbor, Josh, asks to hold Susie. I had only met Josh maybe once before, and on that occasion I was really talking to his wife more than him per se. To my knowledge Sarah has not met him many more times than that. Not that it really mattered; it is just a backyard barbeque after all. The funny part was just that here was an almost complete stranger holding our 2 week old baby for a solid hour. I don’t think many will confuse us for uptight parents.
Meanwhile, Marshall and Layne had taken off and were busy in the playhouse which Seth had just bought and assembled that weekend. They played very well together and seemed to enjoy it without any arguments. After about an hour or so, Marshall comes back to the main area and tells us he is hungry. This is really just code for “I want a cookie”, but I go ahead and make he and Layne a plate anyways. Layne is still out in the playhouse, all alone, but this does not upset. I pretty much have to forcibly remove him to come and eat, and it is a very rare thing for him to resist food. Sure enough after he eats, he heads right back out there and continues to play by himself most of the afternoon. According to Sarah, at one point he had taken the toy phone from the house, and was walking by the fence pretending to talk, just as if he were someone on a cell phone trying to find some privacy. What a goof.
The barbecue was a good time, and it was fun catching up with the neighbors and discussing life with 3 kids. Although one neighbor did threaten us, saying there would no more dinner drops if we have more kids.
Where is the car with the flashing lights - 5/25/08
Today is the day of the Indianapolis 500. Being obsessed with the movie Cars we figure Marshall would enjoy watching it. When he wakes up from nap, I go in and ask him if he knows what is on tv. He smiles real big, says "race cars!" and runs into the living room. He sits and stares at the tv for a few moments. Then, instead of being impressed by the fast race cars, he simply asks "where is the car with the flashing lights?" Apparently, the pace car is more impressive to him than any-ol-car going 200+ mph.
Granted there is a little background info needed here. Just a few days ago, he was "rewarded" for continuing to sleep in late (yes, we have bribed our son to sleep in past 5:45am) and he got Charlie Checker, the pace car who has but a tiny part in Cars as the reward. As it goes with most kids the newest toy is by far the best toy, so he is currently obsessed with the pace car. So forget about those sweet ultra-fast Indy cars, I want to see a normal car with yellow flashing lights drive around the track making all of the race cars drive behind at a quarter speed. This was the most exciting part to him, the laps AFTER a crash.
Granted there is a little background info needed here. Just a few days ago, he was "rewarded" for continuing to sleep in late (yes, we have bribed our son to sleep in past 5:45am) and he got Charlie Checker, the pace car who has but a tiny part in Cars as the reward. As it goes with most kids the newest toy is by far the best toy, so he is currently obsessed with the pace car. So forget about those sweet ultra-fast Indy cars, I want to see a normal car with yellow flashing lights drive around the track making all of the race cars drive behind at a quarter speed. This was the most exciting part to him, the laps AFTER a crash.
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