8.22.11

It's getting easier and easier every day to get smiles from my little chipmunk. In fact, I am quite certain I made her laugh today, even if it sounded like she was choking on her own saliva.

8.21.11

Before you ask me what Wyatt is doing, rest assured that your guess is as good as mine, and I took the picture. Dancing? Mid-tantrum? I really don't remember.
We walked up to the beach today (for those unfamiliar with Morden, there is a long winding path through the golf course to the beach with a very steep hill and few smaller hills along the way), that was an adventure. By the time we got up to the beach, I was very much wishing that we had taken our swimming gear so we could go hop in the lake. It was much hotter than I thought it would be! As a result, Paige did not sleep and fussed most of the way back (even through the golf course, despite my best efforts to convince her that no one golfing wanted to hear her cry). Hopefully we can get in one more trip to the beach, although this weekend may be busy, what with the Corn and Apple Festival toxifying the town once again. Not that I don't appreciate what the festival brings in for our town, it's just so. many. people. And yet, every year I force myself down there, often cursing out loud when people touch me....which is often. I complain about the smells, the weather (because it's either crazy hot or it's raining. Or both.), the smells, the lineups, the smells, the carnies and did I mention the smells? But there I am, every Saturday of the festival. Maybe this year will be better. Perhaps there will be a moderate amount of clean people, trying hard not to bump into each other and a temperature of 22 degrees with a nice breeze. I can dream, can't I?

8.20.11

Huh. Looks like Paige has perfected the "You did NOT just say that" eyebrow arch as well. She must be seeing it a lot around here lately. ;)

8.19.11

My baby boy is going to be three in 2 weeks. How did this happen? We never really experienced the "terrible twos" with him. He's generally pretty mellow - that doesn't mean we didn't have meltdowns though, they were just short lived and easier to deal with. However, as the "threes" approach, I'm definitely noticing an serious increase in ummm...frustrating behaviour. As they say, three is two with intent. As in, when they were two, they were throwing tantrums because they weren't sure what they wanted, and if they did, they didn't know how to get it across. But at three, they know what they want, how to get it and will throw a tantrum regardless. We also get a lot of NO!!!! and his favorite new pasttime is to "shush" me and Josh. Eg. "Wyatt, you need to clean up your trucks before we eat supper." "SHHHHH! NO! You do it!" I swear, my eyebrows are permanently raised in the "you did NOT just say that" pose. I also do an awful lot of blinking while I think of something mature to say to him, to the point that he asked me if my eyes were hurting yesterday. Yes, as a result of my brain hurting. Thanks for asking, dear.

8.18.11

It was just Paige and I today, Wyatt's daycare provider was back from holidays, and he actually really wanted to go. Which was good, but also very bad because I was hoping to pull him from daycare this month (he goes twice a week), for the rest of my mat leave...it would save us a decent amount of money! Anyway, Paige spent most of the day drooling and gnawing on things (not unlike the dog, actually, but she's much cuter, as evidenced above). I found out that she loves hearing Sophie the Giraffe squeak. :) Almost got a laugh out of her!

8.17.11

Wyatt and his "most favorite" thing to play with....but just for today, I'm sure. Usually he doesn't break out the trains very often, but today he was feeling....inspired. First, he created this long line up of trains. Then he took out his sticker book, and put about 2 stickers on the window (awesome!). He also hid Paige's shoes (which I later found inside his Little People barn), left a cup of milk inside the entertainment unit (thankfully I found that within a few hours) and pulled all his diapers out of the diaper depot on his end table.
Speaking of diapers, I was really hoping not to buy him anymore after this package. I am so done with changing him. But he's so freaking stubborn, it's like trying to teach a pig to sing.

8.16.11

Ha ha ha ha.....oh, I wish I knew what surprises my Paige so consistantly. Maybe it's the wing on the side of her head? No matter what I do, it sticks out. :)