Just typing that word out makes me giggle. And before you think I am making fun of N or Dy, let me tell you that I asked if it was ok to write about this....
While we were visiting N and her family, it became apparently the Dy is in the throws of the terrible twos. Everything she did is completely normal, age appropriate, expected and L is starting to do the same things so it was a preview of sorts for B and I, but the one thing that she did that made it almost impossible to not laugh at was use the word NEVER.
It apparently started as No Daddy NEVER, when TC went to change her one morning. She is a Mama's girl through and through and only wanted Mommy. I guess N found it hilarious and I quite honestly did too when I heard about.
However, a few days later when we arrived, it quickly became Dy's #1 phrase -- whether it was No Mommy NEVER when N wanted her to eat or clean up or get dressed or it was No L NEVER when L wanted a toy (L and Dy are both not so good at the sharing thing, but at least Dy is honest about it. L just grabs and runs -- although after getting his behind beaten into the ground by Dy, maybe he was just smart!)
I know I made it much harder too because I couldn't help but giggle when she did it either. Although I did get control of myself after about 2 or 3 days and N was able to start cracking down on the frequent use of the word never (seriously, how can you discipline a kid who is getting giggles as the result of what she is saying! Sorry N and TC -- I was bad there).
By the end of our trip, when Dy would use the word NEVER! the entire room would fall silent and Dy would be marched off for a timeout.
I don't want to leave the lasting impression that Dy is a brat or anything. It was actually quite cute how emphatic she was when she used it and it is nice to see that she isn't going to be a shrinking violet to others. She has her mom and dad's stubbornness in her -- much like L does -- and it will serve her well in the future.
In the meantime, N, hopefully you have all the patience in the world and I will be counting on you in 2 months or so to guide me through L's terrible twos.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
The bad part of our trip...
N told me that if I didn't post anything in my blog about how bad my trip was she would know I was full of crap. So I have spent the better part of the morning coming up with the worst the trip had to offer.
*crickets chirping*.....
Yep -- that was the worst part... nothing that I can really think of. B and I loved it. L and R loved it. The boys adjusted well to the time change both ways. L still thinks he is in Phoenix and keeps asking to go outside -- poor dude. L picked up more words while he was out there and around Dy (that would be N's daughter and her oldest) -- although he hasn't picked up the one word that we have our fingers crossed about (more to come about that). He does say No, Mommy, no -- which is Dy-esque, but we are also thrilled that he is putting 3 words together and he is quickly learning that telling Mommy no when she tells him to do something is not in his best interest.
So, while the flights were a little rough on us and the boys (R was a crank on the way out and L on the way home), we expected that.
Now if only we could find jobs in the Phoenix area... anyone know of someone hiring?
*crickets chirping*.....
Yep -- that was the worst part... nothing that I can really think of. B and I loved it. L and R loved it. The boys adjusted well to the time change both ways. L still thinks he is in Phoenix and keeps asking to go outside -- poor dude. L picked up more words while he was out there and around Dy (that would be N's daughter and her oldest) -- although he hasn't picked up the one word that we have our fingers crossed about (more to come about that). He does say No, Mommy, no -- which is Dy-esque, but we are also thrilled that he is putting 3 words together and he is quickly learning that telling Mommy no when she tells him to do something is not in his best interest.
So, while the flights were a little rough on us and the boys (R was a crank on the way out and L on the way home), we expected that.
Now if only we could find jobs in the Phoenix area... anyone know of someone hiring?
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
The resilient boys
My boys are impressing the daylights outta me. Even with the bad flight to AZ and the 2 hour time change which would normally throw most kids for a loop, my boys seem to have adjusted easily.
I think the fact that R didn't sleep on the plane and L was running around playing in his new surroundings at midnight AZ time (2am our time) helped out, but the first night here both slept until almost 8am AZ time. And then were right on their normal schedule -- breakfast at 8, lunch at noon and dinner at 6. Even naps have become easy and predictable.
Of course we are going to throw that all to the wind tomorrow when we head to the zoo, but hopefully it works.
Oh and date night is Thursday. For those of you who don't know -- B and I haven't had a date since the week before R was born. Which also was only the 2nd date night we had had since L was born. 3 dates in as many years -- not so much fun. This time it will be our first date night with another couple since the boys were born. I couldn't be more excited. Now hopefully the four of us have something other than the kids to talk about.
I think the fact that R didn't sleep on the plane and L was running around playing in his new surroundings at midnight AZ time (2am our time) helped out, but the first night here both slept until almost 8am AZ time. And then were right on their normal schedule -- breakfast at 8, lunch at noon and dinner at 6. Even naps have become easy and predictable.
Of course we are going to throw that all to the wind tomorrow when we head to the zoo, but hopefully it works.
Oh and date night is Thursday. For those of you who don't know -- B and I haven't had a date since the week before R was born. Which also was only the 2nd date night we had had since L was born. 3 dates in as many years -- not so much fun. This time it will be our first date night with another couple since the boys were born. I couldn't be more excited. Now hopefully the four of us have something other than the kids to talk about.
Monday, January 21, 2008
More flying fun
In case we didn't have enough traveling fun over the holidays, B and I planned a family trip to Phoenix to visit one of my best friends - N - and her family. B and I used to make this trip annually, but have avoided it like the plague since L was born.
Who knew that L would be the least of our worries.
R was the problem child this time. R - the happiest, smiley child in the world. The one that everyone makes faces at, laughs with and who makes even the most hardcore professional women want to throw it all aside to have kids.
Well, R's only problem is that he likes to sleep on his tummy or in his car seat. Anything other than that and he isn't going to sleep. So even though it was midnight our time and we were on the plane, R was still having nothing to do with being held or sleeping. So instead he screamed and cried for 2 hours straight.
So to those that were on the plane with us, we apologize, but since everyone was still making faces at him and trying to play with him, I think we did a pretty good job keeping him from annoying everyone in the area (mainly by standing in the front or back and rocking with him -- it was a blast for B and I).
I am looking forward to our redeye flight back to NY.
Who knew that L would be the least of our worries.
R was the problem child this time. R - the happiest, smiley child in the world. The one that everyone makes faces at, laughs with and who makes even the most hardcore professional women want to throw it all aside to have kids.
Well, R's only problem is that he likes to sleep on his tummy or in his car seat. Anything other than that and he isn't going to sleep. So even though it was midnight our time and we were on the plane, R was still having nothing to do with being held or sleeping. So instead he screamed and cried for 2 hours straight.
So to those that were on the plane with us, we apologize, but since everyone was still making faces at him and trying to play with him, I think we did a pretty good job keeping him from annoying everyone in the area (mainly by standing in the front or back and rocking with him -- it was a blast for B and I).
I am looking forward to our redeye flight back to NY.
Friday, January 18, 2008
friday food..
I am finally getting back to this, so here is something for those long cold days ahead...
Alpine Chicken
2 teaspoons chicken bouillon granules
1 tablespoon chopped fresh parsley
3/4 teaspoon poultry seasoning
4 ounces diced Canadian bacon
2 carrots -- thinly sliced, -- (up to 3)
1 rib celery -- thinly sliced, -- (up to 2)
1 small onion -- thinly sliced
1/4 cup water
6 Chicken breast halves, boneless skinless
1 can condensed cheddar cheese soup -- (11 oz.)
1 tablespoon all purpose flour
2 tablespoons sliced pimento
2 tablespoons grated parmesan cheese
1 package wide egg noodles -- cooked, drained (16 -- oz.)
In a small bowl, mix bouillon granules, chopped parsley, and poultry seasoning; set aside. Layer in a slow cooker, in order. Canadian bacon, carrots, celery and onion. Add water. Remove skin, if desired, and excess fat from chicken; rinse and pat dry. Place meat in slow cooker. Sprinkle with half of the reserved seasoning mixture. Top with remaining chicken and sprinkle with remaining seasoning mixture. Stir soup and flour together; spoon over top. DO NOT STIR.
Cover and cook on high for 3 to 3 1/2 hours or on low for 6-8 hours or until chicken is tender and juices from chicken run clean and vegetables are tender. Spread cooked noodles in a shallow 2 or 2 1/2 quart broiler proof serving dish. Arrange chicken on noodles. Stir soup mixture and vegetables until combined. Spoon vegetables and some of the liquid over chicken. Sprinkle with pimento and Parmesan cheese. 6. Broil 6 inches from heat source for 6-8 minutes or until lightly browned.
Alpine Chicken
2 teaspoons chicken bouillon granules
1 tablespoon chopped fresh parsley
3/4 teaspoon poultry seasoning
4 ounces diced Canadian bacon
2 carrots -- thinly sliced, -- (up to 3)
1 rib celery -- thinly sliced, -- (up to 2)
1 small onion -- thinly sliced
1/4 cup water
6 Chicken breast halves, boneless skinless
1 can condensed cheddar cheese soup -- (11 oz.)
1 tablespoon all purpose flour
2 tablespoons sliced pimento
2 tablespoons grated parmesan cheese
1 package wide egg noodles -- cooked, drained (16 -- oz.)
In a small bowl, mix bouillon granules, chopped parsley, and poultry seasoning; set aside. Layer in a slow cooker, in order. Canadian bacon, carrots, celery and onion. Add water. Remove skin, if desired, and excess fat from chicken; rinse and pat dry. Place meat in slow cooker. Sprinkle with half of the reserved seasoning mixture. Top with remaining chicken and sprinkle with remaining seasoning mixture. Stir soup and flour together; spoon over top. DO NOT STIR.
Cover and cook on high for 3 to 3 1/2 hours or on low for 6-8 hours or until chicken is tender and juices from chicken run clean and vegetables are tender. Spread cooked noodles in a shallow 2 or 2 1/2 quart broiler proof serving dish. Arrange chicken on noodles. Stir soup mixture and vegetables until combined. Spoon vegetables and some of the liquid over chicken. Sprinkle with pimento and Parmesan cheese. 6. Broil 6 inches from heat source for 6-8 minutes or until lightly browned.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
It happened
Everyone said it would happen. B and I were so worried about L and his speech and everyone laughed at us and said "once he starts talking you will just want him to shut up."
They were right.
Well, they were sort of right. L is still delayed with his speech, but he is getting so much better. He doesn't talk in sentances at all yet, but he is getting much better at 2 and 3 word combos. He seems to get a bit stuck on words though.
Well, not words, exactly. One word.
Mommy.
I think he does it to make me crazy. He doesn't do it with Daddy... and Daddy is by far his favorite still, however, he never just says Mommy once. It is like a broken record that he gets stuck on. Doesn't matter if I respond immediately or attempt to ignore it. It is very weird to me.
Oh and makes me batshit crazy because I hate repetively noises/sounds/words.
But he is talking and getting better and better every day. Lauren, his speech therapist, is so impressed with his progress that every day is a glowing report. And while it makes me crazy, I am so proud of him too.
They were right.
Well, they were sort of right. L is still delayed with his speech, but he is getting so much better. He doesn't talk in sentances at all yet, but he is getting much better at 2 and 3 word combos. He seems to get a bit stuck on words though.
Well, not words, exactly. One word.
Mommy.
I think he does it to make me crazy. He doesn't do it with Daddy... and Daddy is by far his favorite still, however, he never just says Mommy once. It is like a broken record that he gets stuck on. Doesn't matter if I respond immediately or attempt to ignore it. It is very weird to me.
Oh and makes me batshit crazy because I hate repetively noises/sounds/words.
But he is talking and getting better and better every day. Lauren, his speech therapist, is so impressed with his progress that every day is a glowing report. And while it makes me crazy, I am so proud of him too.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Hurt feelings
I have decided that my feelings are in fact hurt. It takes a lot to hurt my feelings and the events that took place are more than 2 months old and NOW I am deciding that, yes, in fact, I am hurt.
Awhile ago, I posted a 100 things about me entry. In that I included something about one of my oldest friends being my former boss and how he and his wife had a hard time getting pregnant and how I had just found out that they were in fact pregnant. I was over the moon for them. Talked to mutual friends and offered any and all services I could offer for a baby shower, spoke with her frequently to see how she was doing, offered her anything of ours that she wanted when she found out she was having a boy (all my boy clothing are apparently making a round around my friends here in NY since everyone keeps popping out boys) and then found out 3 days before her scheduled shower that it was 1) happening that weekend and 2) I was specifically NOT invited.
OUCH. I haven’t talked to her since.
The even further back story is that her MIL was hosting it and I have a very separate relationship that soured with her MIL. Namely, her son worked for her when I worked for her son, making her my boss’s boss, and I didn’t leave under great circumstances (although I haven’t yet figured out if they were happy to see me go or pissed that I left. The last thing she ever said to me was -- I can’t believe you are only giving us two weeks notice. That is ridiculously short notice since you have been here 3 years. --- AHHH WHAT???? Last time I check that was standard and there is no sliding scale based on your years with a company). Anyways, I chalked it up to friend and his wife not wanting to fight with mommy the hostess and mommy the hostess still acting like a spoiled 3 year old (note -- one reason I was so glad to see the end of that job). But I haven’t heard a peep from them.
So, I have finally decided that my feelings are hurt. But it is now making me look back and realize that while friend has in fact been an awesome friend to me for the last 11 years, his wife, has some serious jealousy issues. I guess she is still pissy that I know more about his past than she does (which I only found out through a mutual friend who in fact said -- I don’t want another woman acting like she knows my husband better than I do. I am sorry, WHAT??? I know his PAST better than anyone else -- just like BF knows B’s past better than anyone else. Also -- hello I was there LIVING it for 5 years before you came into the picture. How would I NOT know it better?) But I guess she can’t get over that and now I have to write her and my former friend (who seriously would never and should never pick me over his wife) off.
It is just hard since Friend has been in my life since I was 19, is the reason I live in NY and knows more about me and my past then B does. So thank you for your friendship. Enjoy your new and growing family and I hope that you are blessed with all the best life has to offer because you really were a true friend to me in every meaning of the word.
Oh and your baby shower present -- the one I bought the DAY I found out you were having a boy. Well, I haven’t quite decided what to do with that, although I picked it out with my friend in mind, so maybe I will send it to him.
At least I saved a crap load of money on a big baby shower present.
Awhile ago, I posted a 100 things about me entry. In that I included something about one of my oldest friends being my former boss and how he and his wife had a hard time getting pregnant and how I had just found out that they were in fact pregnant. I was over the moon for them. Talked to mutual friends and offered any and all services I could offer for a baby shower, spoke with her frequently to see how she was doing, offered her anything of ours that she wanted when she found out she was having a boy (all my boy clothing are apparently making a round around my friends here in NY since everyone keeps popping out boys) and then found out 3 days before her scheduled shower that it was 1) happening that weekend and 2) I was specifically NOT invited.
OUCH. I haven’t talked to her since.
The even further back story is that her MIL was hosting it and I have a very separate relationship that soured with her MIL. Namely, her son worked for her when I worked for her son, making her my boss’s boss, and I didn’t leave under great circumstances (although I haven’t yet figured out if they were happy to see me go or pissed that I left. The last thing she ever said to me was -- I can’t believe you are only giving us two weeks notice. That is ridiculously short notice since you have been here 3 years. --- AHHH WHAT???? Last time I check that was standard and there is no sliding scale based on your years with a company). Anyways, I chalked it up to friend and his wife not wanting to fight with mommy the hostess and mommy the hostess still acting like a spoiled 3 year old (note -- one reason I was so glad to see the end of that job). But I haven’t heard a peep from them.
So, I have finally decided that my feelings are hurt. But it is now making me look back and realize that while friend has in fact been an awesome friend to me for the last 11 years, his wife, has some serious jealousy issues. I guess she is still pissy that I know more about his past than she does (which I only found out through a mutual friend who in fact said -- I don’t want another woman acting like she knows my husband better than I do. I am sorry, WHAT??? I know his PAST better than anyone else -- just like BF knows B’s past better than anyone else. Also -- hello I was there LIVING it for 5 years before you came into the picture. How would I NOT know it better?) But I guess she can’t get over that and now I have to write her and my former friend (who seriously would never and should never pick me over his wife) off.
It is just hard since Friend has been in my life since I was 19, is the reason I live in NY and knows more about me and my past then B does. So thank you for your friendship. Enjoy your new and growing family and I hope that you are blessed with all the best life has to offer because you really were a true friend to me in every meaning of the word.
Oh and your baby shower present -- the one I bought the DAY I found out you were having a boy. Well, I haven’t quite decided what to do with that, although I picked it out with my friend in mind, so maybe I will send it to him.
At least I saved a crap load of money on a big baby shower present.
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