Photo Hunt #28 - Rare

This is my darling son, (DS3). It was late afternoon, he missed his nap, and this is what happens. Every one of my children have moments like this, but it's so rare, I think I only have one for each. DS4 is too young to have one, but I am sure he'll have one.

Roses are usually not rare. But when you're a serial plant killer gardener like me, a bloom like this is rare indeed. Are you familiar with the phrase, killing with love? I do that to my plants. This flower bloomed only because having six children in my house right now leaves me hardly any time at all to take care of my garden.

Missing

DS2 suddenly noticed that Lola (his grandma) is not around.

DS2: Where's my Lola?
Me: Away
DS2: I want to call Lola.

He then went to the phone and picked the receiver.

DS2: Lola? I want to call Lola.

I finally took mercy on him and dialed my mother's number. When she picked up,

DS2: Lola? I want to go to work.

Lola usually leaves when she's about to go to work.

DS2: Lola, where are you?
Lola: I'm working.
DS2: No, Lola. You're in Lolahoma (Oklahoma)

On Sizes and Mr. Heinz

DS3 is learning sizes. We usually show him two objects and ask him which is bigger or smaller. Usually he knows. He pays close attention when we're talking ice cream or chocolates. Today, he came to me with some coins, and climb on my lap to show me. I took the opportunity to do a little learning.

Me: Ohh, you have money!
DS3: I have quarters.
Me: This is a penny (pointing to the 1 cent) and this is a nickel (pointing to 5 cents)!
DS3: I have coins.
Me: Yes you do! Which is bigger? This nickel or this penny? (I'm thinking he can learn sizes)
DS3: These are money!
Me: Yes, this is money. Which is bigger? This 5 cents or this 1 cent?
DS3: Quarters!

There you have our most elucidating conversation.

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I was trying out Mr. Heinz Green Beans jar of food. I sometimes would taste my baby's food just to see what he's eating. I would sniff it to make sure it taste ok. This particular flavor was smoked. I thought how sweet of Mr. Heinz to add smokey flavor to the jar. I tasted it, and yuckity-yack! This one is burnt. I am thinking this batch was scorch and they made it into baby's first food anyway.

That's wasn't well done of Mr. Heinz, one of the most trusted First Baby Food the world over. This green beans smells burned, and tasted just as horrible! What were they thinking? That babies can't complain? Well, I can. I don't want to feed my baby burned anything.

My Photo Hunt #16 - Gross

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What a Day!

DH and I just got home from a "real" date! I left my baby with my mother and he slept the whole time we went to see a movie SMOKIN' ACES. I don't understand why Ben Affleck got the top billing. There were too many "good" actors in there and not enough lines or time to develop any character. It was fun to watch though.

I was thinking the movie is a bit like PULP FICTION, and body count like FROM DUSK TIL DAWN, that Clooney/Hayek movie from way back when. I like the soundtrack towards the end. Really good music there.

Any time I get to snuggle in the dark with my darling is a great time. Did I mention that DS4 stayed home with my mother? I was leaking milk all over! My chest was soaked with milk (is it dairy if it's from human?) by the time we went out. Grrr, cold!

I am just remembering my DS3, who's potty training himself told me in a British accent - picture Oliver here in that soup scene...

"Mommy, it's a poop!"

Even if he didn't tell me, I can smell it already. The only thing about my potty training kid is he loves to go around in his birthday suit. I am positively tuckered out following him around putting his clothes on. I mean, really. What made him think that just because he's going to use the big boy's bathroom now, he has to go naked?!

He's got a sense of humor, this child of mine. He had figured out that smell gets to me. So, today, he held up his hand and said,

"Mommy, it's a poopy finger!"

then he'd laugh so hard he starts snorting.

DS4 took 4-5 steps today. He's showing off to my MIL who came by for a short visit on her way to work.

Now, every one's nice and snug asleep in their beds. We're not going to mention the few kids who have relocated and taken over MY bed. They're like kittens. They move in my bed at night and I wake up with multiple appendages on my face. How do I go about tossing them off my bed anyway? Any ideas?

Thursday Thirteen #14

Thirteen things my two years old told me today. He prattles a lot, and it's so much fun to listen to him.

1. Look at that, look at that face!

2. Where's the chocolate [muble] love choc'late.

3. This is letter F [showing me a figure which looks like F in the middle of all his scribbles]

4. Mommy, where's Daddy?
I answered, "Abba is working."
Then he said: Mommy, where is Abba working?

5. I want so me'balls.

6. Take it off! [referring to my Lil Sis putting ribbons on his long curly hair]

7. This is L [he showed me a perfect big letter "G"]

8. I hear the baby crying. 'ash is crying.

9. Off he went towards DS4's crib and I can hear him say:
Here 'ash, Mommy's coming. Here baby. MOMMY!

10. Look at this crying face Mommy! [and I saw he drew a circle with two eyes and a straight line for mouth with little spots for tears.]

11. Mommy, here you go [handing me the pen he used to draw].

12. Thank you much, Mommy. Goodbye [as he heads to other parts of the house]

13. [mumble, muble] is 'oav? I want some milk. Go'nite Mommy. I want some milk.

Yeah, I realized it's almost midnight, but he fell asleep at the wrong time today, so he's probably going to be up for another hour. Lucky me!


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My Photo Hunt #14 - Technology

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Technololgy is sometimes good for children. It makes them learn things we would never have learned at their age. At least not in my generation, because even if we wanted to, some tech didn't exist yet.

DS2 managed to put together the mouse, monitor, keyboard so he could play on the computer. He was almost 2 years old when he did this. I dismantled my old computer because he was always playing. It's an advantage. It's also a time-sucker...like when I play around with my blog template because the other one's getting old.

Look at the last picture: There's always the artistic pursuit if technology don't pan out.

Works for Me Wednesday No. 1

I am very sure that my DS3 would be horrified that his dearest Mommy is blogging about his constipation. He's already famous for it a year ago when I went hunting all over the place for prunes baby food. I cannot find any on the stores I went to. Nothing. Not a single one was sold in Wal-Mart, Target, Tom Thumb, Albertsons, Wal-greens, CVS, and other Mom-N-Pops I stopped by. I had to resort to begging on my favorite BB for some prunes. I was really thankful to Tebble and Peggy. They also didn't make me beg at all. They're really wonderful ladies. They sent me Gerbers prunes, and DS3 was constipation-free for a long while.

A few days ago, he was in pain again. Not even Babylux did wonders. He's so backed-up. Emergency room trip seemed really eminent. DH went out to get a child-sized enema.

So, my WFMW tip is: When a child less than 3 years is constipated try any of the following before high-tailing it to the ER.

• Caro syrup, dark, 1-2 tbsp.
  
• Prunes on diet
  
• 1-2 tbsp mineral oil
  
• Babylux

Only one at a time, and wait to see if it works. I think Caro syrup and Babylux are alright to mix. Prunes too probably. I wouldn't give mineral oil and Babylux together thought, it seems overkill.

WFMW guidelines can be found here.

This is what "HELP YOU" means

One morning, I was sleeping late and my husband walked in on my darling son (DS3). Being a wonderful husband that he is, he made sure I don't miss a moment of what's going on.

Sorry Mommy. I spilled. Don't worry Abba, I got it!


Nope, he's not worshipping an invisible floor G-d.

I'll give you two guesses!


Boy! Aren't I glad I am fanatic about my floor. When they're small I sterilize everything that comes in contact with their mouths. So you can imagine my dismay when I saw my first child doing similar activity with my floor.