Friday Nights...

Friday nights are spaghetti night at "Auntie Wana's" house and spaghetti is one of the few things Mr. Picky will generally eat every time. I've been a little tired of being the sole chef/entertainer at home lately so we headed over last Friday for yummy spaghetti and some playtime with auntie and uncles...and Tavish got to show off his new shirt :)

Thanks Tom

Here's a little getting ready for bed conversation we had tonight:

Tavish: I want a cookie
Me: we don't have any cookies (and it's bedtime!)
Tavish: Uncle Tom gives me cookies
Me: does Uncle Tom give you cookies when mommy's not home?
Tavish: yes (with a lisp)
Me: too bad Uncle Tom's in Poland...

Sleep Aids

Here's the list of items Tavish needed to go to bed with tonight:

green blanket
blue blanket
stuffed elephant
race car
police car
steamroller
fake pink flower

He could hardly carry it all...I'm just hoping it keeps him asleep all night!

Little Slugger...

Tavish likes to watch a little show in the mornings on PBS and all last week they were talking about sports and sportsmanship and as props had all different balls used in sports...well Tavish zeroed in on the baseball (the only ball he didn't have of course) and kept talking about it. So this weekend we got a little T-ball set and took it out to the backyard...where magically he knew exactly what to do with it! Now we don't watch baseball at home, I'm not a sports fan and Rafal thinks it's the most boring American sport, so I'm not really sure where he picked it up. It was just the same with soccer...before he could walk independently he would make me hold his hands to walk him all over the house kicking the soccer ball. It must be part of the Y chromosome...

Secret Identity

Rafal has been away doing some training for the Air Force...Tavish is really noticing his absence now and so Rafal sent us this picture of him so Tavish could see daddy in uniform (doesn't he look serious!)...

I show the picture to Tavish and he says..."daddy's a pirate!"

Hmmm...I didn't know there were pirates in Texas...

Where is...

Spring???

momma ain't happy...

This weekend was a soldier weekend...
Once a month we have soldier weekends at our house where Rafal goes off to be a soldier for the military and I soldier on at home with a crazy two year old. These weekends are usually a little trying, this one was exceptional...not in a good way! It started Friday night...Rafal surprised me by arranging for our friends to watch Tavish for a couple of hours so we could have a date before we took him to the airport. They claimed to have fed him a turkey sandwich for dinner...all I know is he was wide awake at 12:40 at night and stayed that way until about 3:30 in the morning. I think they spiked his food with something so that we would never ask them to babysit again...anyhoo, of course then I couldn't fall asleep until 5:30 and of course Tavish woke up promptly at 8:00. The first thing he did was knock over my favorite lamp and break it. Then because I was too tired to take him out anywhere, we put together the new wagon we got him (consequently there are some washers misplaced and it kind of rattles, but two hours of sleep and a two year old helping) and went for a walk. He was very excited about "my wagon!" until we got about half way around the block, then he wanted to get out and be carried. He is over 33 pounds, I am not carrying him around the block, that's what the wagon is for...so lots of screaming on both our parts (well, mostly him) and we made it home and went straight down for a nap. I needed to run to the store in the evening because we were down to the last two rolls of toilet paper and I still have flashbacks to my childhood of there never being enough toilet paper and not discovering that until you already needed it. So off to the store we go...they have these nice shopping carts with a little car on the front for Tavish to sit in. We only needed a couple things and I was trying to hurry because the nap didn't really improve either one of our temperaments...and I hear a kid running down the aisle behind me shouting "mom!" and I'm cranky and thinking who is letting their kid run around in the store? Then I look over and it's my kid! So now I'm freaked out that he climbed out of the cart without me noticing and mad at the same time. More screaming on his part as we check out because he doesn't want to be in the top part of the cart now and I most certainly do want him there so I can have a visual on him at all times. He's better once we get home, but I think he has a radar that lets him know when I'm ready to lose it because just when I'm at that point then he starts to behave better. Off to bed early, but not really early enough, and I got to enjoy cleaning the whole house for the rest of the night. Sunday's another day but they are always just awful anyways with church smack in the middle of lunch and naptime, thank goodness for nursery. And thank goodness Rafal is home and soldier weekend is over...


This is at the start of our walk...happy boy sitting nicely in his new wagon



This is our post-walk photo...no shoes, climbing out like he's been sitting on hot pokers and I know you can't really tell but there is a certain glint in his eye and it's not a good one...