adventures in awesomeness…


Matt and I decided that we should keep a list of all  the strange/neat/amazing/bad things our kids are doing at the moment. Right now there seems to be a lot of them:

The Whisper: Jaxon is potty trained and (I believe) but is woken up by accidentally pee-peeing (as Liz would say, just a quarter size amount) in his underwear. He runs into my room (Mylo following, always) and then taps me on the shoulder. I look down at him and he whispers: Tee-tee ina pawdy. He also whispers for more Ovaltine. It’s a riot, when I can hear  / understand what he is saying. The shoulder tap adds a nice touch.

Jumping: I remember a few years ago we all got together at Stephanie’s house to go out in PB. While we were waiting, Stephanie’s oldest son was jumping from the end table to the couch. I was pretty much horrified. Fast forward 3 years and guess who’s jumping now? And it’s not just from the end table to the couch. Jaxon (and Mylo — the ringleader) are jumping off of couches, tables, and my favorite, the adult-waist-high dresser. Nice. Sometimes they’ll put a pillow down to ease the fall. Where did they even learn that!!??!! Can’t wait for that first trip to the emergency room.

Secret Songs: Mylo and Jaxon have this song. It’s not a real song and it’s not in a real language — because Mylo knows like 10 words and they all sound like “key” or “pizza” and Jaxon is just unintelligible — but they both know the words and the melody. Best part? It’s completely original. Mylo is also singing along to Dora’s Backpack song and knows the ABCs. It’s incredible how musical they are. I love, love, LOOOVE it!!!

Sharing, Kisses, and Hugs: So they fight most of the time. And these are knock out, drag down, choking fights over stupid things like a plastic spoon or Thomas the Train’s caboose. But other times, they are so loving and will just hug and hug and hug. And Jaxon will even kiss Mylo on the mouth (the most I get is the bowing of the head). Also, Jaxon is very fair when it comes to Mylo and always makes sure that Mylo has a turn when they are doing fun things, like being thrown up in  the air by Daddy.

The ‘Ottie: This is Mylo’s way of saying the potty. About a week ago, he got REALLY into wanting to use the potty. I was slightly annoyed at first, because he would push and push and then two drops would come out and then he’d get up and pee all over the dining room.  But a few days ago he starts tugging on his diaper and says “the ‘ottie!” and I almost tell him to keep his diaper on and then I realize — what am I thinking! I put him on the potty and out comes the biggest poop! Whooo!! Mylo starts clapping and peeking into the potty at his poop. Jaxon joins in on the fun by emptying the contents in the toilet. Now whenever Mylo says potty, I put in on — and fast. He can’t yet hold it — so I have a bout 20 seconds before showtime. He claps every time. It’s the most adorable thing ever.

Never Tall Enough: Our boys are still of puntable size and they don’t like that we can put things up out of their reach. So they have decided to take matters into their own hands with the chairs. There is always at least one chair in the kitchen. Some morning when I am fighting to wake up, Mylo will move a chair from the dining room into my bathroom — so he can eat toothpaste. Jaxon likes to use the chair to get on the counter and get the fruit snacks that are stashed way up on the top shelf. They’ll also use chairs (and step stools, over turned laundry baskets – with laundry, toy bins – after dumping out the toys for mama to clean up, of course) to get into just about everything. I’ll be glad the day I don’t have to move a chair out of the kitchen.

Macgyver: Jaxon likes to take things apart. Neat. But since he is a baby, he doesn’t know how to put them back together — and his “take-apart skills” aren’t exactly what we would call delicate. Luckily, the printer survived. The garage gate remote, however, didn’t.

There are so many more, but these are the first that came to mind. I can’t wait for the boys to read this some day. =) Hahaha.


Too. Much. Poo.

Warning: The following post is not for the faint of heart. Proceed at your own risk.

I have developed a theory that if my stress levels depreciate below the threshold of 4 out of 10 (10 being maximum stress), then an event will occur to boost my stress back to the threshold level.

Example: The stress of boys playing in area with broken glass – cleaned up, boys need bottles – made, Jaxon needs to potty – done, breakfast needs to be made and eaten – complete, and then it gets quiet. I pour myself a cup of coffee and inhale its aroma like I’m in a Folger’s commercial. I add cream and sweetener and stir slowly. I take a sip. Perfect. I walk into the living room and sit down. Ahhhh. Stress level rapidly drops to 2 (would be 1 except that the living room is strewn with toys and children). Then Jaxon walks out of his room, limping. What’s – I see his foot and gasp. Poop.

NOOOOOOO!!! Stress level 9 of 10.

I scoop Jaxon up and stick him in the tub, then run into the room to see what I have to deal with.

At least it still has its shape, right?

Bottom Line: If your stress level seems unusually low, your kids are up to no good.


The Potty Will Win!

So after many half ass attempts, I have officially, officially, started potty training Jaxon. The last diaper he wore was taken off at 7:30 am this morning and I miss them already so much.

The first accident occurred around 10:30am. We pee-pee’d in the potty before breakfast and then got dressed to go to Lowe’s. I brought the potty with me so Jaxon could go if he needed too. I ask him: Jaxon, do you need to pee-pee? In his high-pitched little voice he replies, “Nooo.”

Okay. Let’s go buy some window hardware. We’re in the aisle forever because I cannot find the hardware I need. After I had given up and started to leave, I notice that Jaxon’s pants are wet. Oh, Jaxon… not fully realizing the enormity of the situtation until I look back and see a pond of pee shimmering in the aisle, complete with koi and decorative greenery. No. No. No. I had brought a change of pants, but forgot about paper towels. (Really, I didn’t think I would ever run into a POND OF PEE.) I do what I can with baby wipes and then rush out of the store so frazzled that I steal something. Sigh. Stress level is at 6 of 10.

So I confess to Matt about my Lowe’s experience and Jaxon pees a bit in the potty. Stress level is reduced to 2 of 10. I make lunch then let the boys play in their room. About 20 minutes later, Mylo comes out holding what I think is a new diaper. Now, how did he get into the diaper drawer? I wonder to myself. And then I see it. Poop. On a clean diaper. Jaxon! I jump up and that is when I  notice that Mylo’s hands are covered in chunky poo. It’s also smeared across his cheek and forehead like he was a commando in the bush. Cccccrrrraaaap!! I run him to the tub, and see Jaxon driving his cars through a GIANT pile of poop, singing the ABCs. FUUUUUUGGGG!! Stress level is 11 of 10. I have to worry about Mylo and his messy hands, Jaxon getting messier, the carpet, where is the dog (who will eat the poop) and then just the whole idea of it. Poop. Everywhere.

I cleaned the boys. I sequestered the dog. I repeated to Jaxon several times that poop is not a toy. I made him help me pick up the poop and told him that poo-poo is for the potty. I made him repeat it back to me.

I almost reached for a diaper. But the poop was gone. The smell was gone.

Stress level 4 of 10. Day one of potty training. The potty will win.