Jack is quickly approaching 4. It's weird that you can actually have a full on conversation and he tells stories that are actually quite detailed. Here a a few of his funny ones.
J: Mommy, today Ryan P kicked me in the "knuckles" it hurt so bad.
M: Did you tell Miss Carrie?
J: No, Miss Carrie was driving bus and Miss Kim was going home. So I told Miss Jackie.
M: What happened?
J: She said "Not nice, Ryan go sit on the bench." Then she got me a boo-boo ice and I put it on my pee-pee. It hurts to get kicked in the "knuckles"
M: I guess so
M: Jack, Santa is watching. Do you want to be on his nice list or his naughty list?
J: Maybe his naughty list
M: If you are on naughty list you don't get any presents.
J: Hmmm maybe the nice list.
An indication that my child has too many toys. At his birthday party he opened the Batman Castle that he got last year from Santa.
J: Wow a Batman castle! I always wanted one.
Later when we discussed he already had one he said he wanted to keep it. I tried to explain we didn't really need two and maybe he could pick something else.
J: Yeah but if we keep it, than my baby can play with the old one and I will keep the new one and then I don't have to share.
Every year my close friends and I get together for ChristmaKuh . The kids all got gifts. Addie got a Barbie and some clothes. As the other Moms were cleaning up I was playing with the kids. Also known as stripping and redressing Barbie. Sammy and Jack came over.
S: I want to play with Barbie.
A: There is only one.
S: I want a Barbie.
J: Me too!
Me: Sammy do you want a Ken so that maybe you can play Barbies with Addie?
S: Yea that would be okay.
J: I want a Ken too!
Jack is capable of taking care of himself in the bathroom. However, periodically he will yell from the bathroom "I'm DONE!!" Which translates to will someone come wipe my butt. We get a big kick out of it, because a larger version of Jack used to do the exact same thing. In the middle of Jack's birthday party we heard a "Daddy! Daddy, I'm done." It progressively got louder and more desperate. Turns out other 4 year olds do the same thing. :)
Needless to say they are keeping us entertained and that doesn't even include the stuff Ryan has been up to. :)
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Fisherisms
It has been brought to my attention by loved ones that there are phrases that I over use. I am assuming that it is even probably annoying. The funny thing is that I honestly don't even realize that I say them.
- Jack has started saying "Really Ryan? Really?" or different variations of "Really?" When I said to my mother, I don't know where he get's it, she laughed and pointed at me.
- A co-worker gave me a compliment and poked fun at me by saying they "We in awe of my teaching and the fabulous use of "Kay?" Again as innocent as a newborn I said "Really? Do I say it that often." Her response was giggles.
- My good friend Megan has reminded me several times that I say "Dude" enough that people may think I am part surfer.
- If something is funny my token come back is "That's hilarious."
- I know I have said um, uh , ah, enough that a principal wrote it in an observation.
All of this has made me aware that I may not be communicating as a professional or even an intelligent human being. =) I guess I need to be more aware of the words that come out of my mouth.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
A few giggles on our account
* Jack will occassionally call people names. Recently he was calling people Taco. I figured it was fairly harmless and then I realized that it could be considered a racial slur........so I told him again it wasn't nice to call people names and not to call people Tacos. We didn't hear "TACO" for awhile and then it resurfaced again. I told him again to not call people names the next day he said to me "Mommy you are a cracker." -Great what's next.
* Both boys are addicted to icecream that they know where it is and what it is. One night after I finished mine I shared with both of them. Jack went to the refrigerator took out an icecream and took it to Tom.
*Jack's stomach has a voice, it is rather deep it randomly says "I'm still hungry" or "My belly is full." It is rather funny.
* In the Smokey Mountains there was a bear statue on the bottom of the stairs. Ryan would not crawl past it, however he did growl at it. I guess he figured that if it wasn't scared of him, he shouldn't mess with it.
* Going into the grocery store Jack asked if he could bring his spider man. I told him yes and he says "This time Spider man is going to behave or it will be a real bummer for him to go to his room. "
*My mom was entertaining Ryan by talking like Donald Duck. Ryan and Jack found it exceptionally funny. The best part is that they try to do it too and Ryan sounds like a heavy breather.
* Both boys are addicted to icecream that they know where it is and what it is. One night after I finished mine I shared with both of them. Jack went to the refrigerator took out an icecream and took it to Tom.
*Jack's stomach has a voice, it is rather deep it randomly says "I'm still hungry" or "My belly is full." It is rather funny.
* In the Smokey Mountains there was a bear statue on the bottom of the stairs. Ryan would not crawl past it, however he did growl at it. I guess he figured that if it wasn't scared of him, he shouldn't mess with it.
* Going into the grocery store Jack asked if he could bring his spider man. I told him yes and he says "This time Spider man is going to behave or it will be a real bummer for him to go to his room. "
*My mom was entertaining Ryan by talking like Donald Duck. Ryan and Jack found it exceptionally funny. The best part is that they try to do it too and Ryan sounds like a heavy breather.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
How to tell your son drives with his father
So as I was driving with Jack I realized not once but several times that my son will drive like his dad.
1. "Why are we stopped?" Jack asks
"Because there is traffic."
"Go around it." he responds
2. As I state to a car in front of me, "Nice blinker."
Jack from the backseat says "Yeah you damn idiot."
3. He tells me that is not how daddy does it, goes etc.....
4. Mommy you drive too slow
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1. "Why are we stopped?" Jack asks
"Because there is traffic."
"Go around it." he responds
2. As I state to a car in front of me, "Nice blinker."
Jack from the backseat says "Yeah you damn idiot."
3. He tells me that is not how daddy does it, goes etc.....
4. Mommy you drive too slow
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Sunday, May 16, 2010
Oh the Joys of Motherhood
So this morning started out great. I got up and took the boys to walk in the Relay for Life for our daycare team. We met Aunt Jess and Max and walked with her. After about a 1/2 hour or so Jess noticed Jack was holding himself.
"Jack do you have to go potty?" Jess asked
"Yes, really bad." he answered dancing.
I left the two strollers with Jess and started running across the park carrying Jack. He began chanting uh-uh-uh as we ran. I looked at him and said "Don't pee on me." He looked innocently and said "It's bouncy." I promptly put him down and we ran the rest of the way hand in hand. After a miss with the potty we played at the playground for a while and then ended up going to the Coney Island with Coopers and Bauers.
At the Coney Island Jack went to the bathroom twice. We get in the car and make a 45 minute drive to Royal Oak. About 5 minutes from our destination he begins shouting from the back seat I have to go pee and poopy. I get to the place where we have to pick up the package, run in with Jack holding his privates and he makes it to the bathroom. We then drive about 20 minutes and stop at Target.
Jack had been asking for an Iron Man all day, he was pretty good so I decided to indulge. We are in line at Target when Jack begins again asking to go potty.
"Are you serious? You just went? You are just going to have to wait until Mommy pays. Are you serious? You just went? Hold it?" All came out of my mouth in rapid succession as we waited in line and he danced in the cart holding himself. Now to my defense, he asks to go all the time, everywhere. I think he likes to check out bathrooms. He knows that going to the bathroom gets him out of things for a few minutes. (like bed time, dinner, cleaning, etc) So I assumed this was just another example of that power struggle. As I became more annoyed with the inconvenience of it all, Jack makes a little noise and then says "I'm all wet." As he says this urine is pouring down his leg, through the cart and all over the floor. I calmly tell the cashier,
"I'm really sorry he just had an accident, you are going to need a mop or something." The cashier says "It's okay. It happens, I guess he really had to go." She then turns on her light, when the supervisor comes over she points at Jack, "He peed, we need a clean up and that cart is going to need to be hosed." I am now horrified. I lift Jack out of the cart, pick up Ryan and march out of the store. Jack is walking with his legs wide apart and whining, I'm wet. Then he stops and begins crying "I left my sunglasses." I whip around and march back in to the pee soaked cart to look for the sunglasses, meanwhile Jack is stopping traffic as he walks slowly with his pee soaked pants behind me. I am shouting "Come on!" as a young 20 something couple looks at me with judging eyes. I hear the Target workers talking, laughing, and complaining about cleaning up my kids urine. I check the cart, no glasses.
"They aren't there, they are probably in my bag. Regardless, let's go!" I grab Jack's hand and march out to the truck. I put Ryan in his car seat and strap him in. Put Jack in the passenger front seat and begin to change him. I had a clean pair of underwear for him but that was it. He was now clean, dry, and in just a t-shirt and underwear. (His socks and shoes were wet too.) I then put him in his car seat with the intent to go home.
Wrong! I cannot find my keys anywhere. I begin tearing my bag apart. I begin tearing my car apart. I take Ryan out of his car seat to make sure they aren't under him. I realize I cannot go back into the store because Jack is barely dressed. I cannot leave them in the car. I begin to panic. I called Tom to talk me down. We were a 1/2 hour from home but he said he would bring the extra keys. I took a deep breath and said I would figure it out. I flagged down a Target worker and embarrassed explained, "My son had an accident in the store, I have him changed but he in now in just underwear and I cannot find my keys. I think I may have dropped them in the store." He was very nice and asked if I looked in my bags-ya think? Then said he would check inside. Meanwhile a nice lady came over and said "I'm a mom, I've been there. Do you need a pull up?" I explained the pee soaked kid was now clean and dry, I just now had no way to leave Target without keys. The Target guy comes back out "They remembered you, there were no keys. Where else were you at?"
I began to tear the car d apart for the 5th or 6th time when I noticed the keys. When I put Jack in the front to clean him up, I must have set the keys on the dash. With all thrashing around I did, I must have knocked them, or they slid...anyway they ended up way in the front of my windshield under the wipers. Now do I flag down the Target guy again and tell him I found my keys? Do I call and tell the ladies at guest services? I probably should have, but I just threw the keys in the ignition and got the heck out dodge.
"Jack do you have to go potty?" Jess asked
"Yes, really bad." he answered dancing.
I left the two strollers with Jess and started running across the park carrying Jack. He began chanting uh-uh-uh as we ran. I looked at him and said "Don't pee on me." He looked innocently and said "It's bouncy." I promptly put him down and we ran the rest of the way hand in hand. After a miss with the potty we played at the playground for a while and then ended up going to the Coney Island with Coopers and Bauers.
At the Coney Island Jack went to the bathroom twice. We get in the car and make a 45 minute drive to Royal Oak. About 5 minutes from our destination he begins shouting from the back seat I have to go pee and poopy. I get to the place where we have to pick up the package, run in with Jack holding his privates and he makes it to the bathroom. We then drive about 20 minutes and stop at Target.
Jack had been asking for an Iron Man all day, he was pretty good so I decided to indulge. We are in line at Target when Jack begins again asking to go potty.
"Are you serious? You just went? You are just going to have to wait until Mommy pays. Are you serious? You just went? Hold it?" All came out of my mouth in rapid succession as we waited in line and he danced in the cart holding himself. Now to my defense, he asks to go all the time, everywhere. I think he likes to check out bathrooms. He knows that going to the bathroom gets him out of things for a few minutes. (like bed time, dinner, cleaning, etc) So I assumed this was just another example of that power struggle. As I became more annoyed with the inconvenience of it all, Jack makes a little noise and then says "I'm all wet." As he says this urine is pouring down his leg, through the cart and all over the floor. I calmly tell the cashier,
"I'm really sorry he just had an accident, you are going to need a mop or something." The cashier says "It's okay. It happens, I guess he really had to go." She then turns on her light, when the supervisor comes over she points at Jack, "He peed, we need a clean up and that cart is going to need to be hosed." I am now horrified. I lift Jack out of the cart, pick up Ryan and march out of the store. Jack is walking with his legs wide apart and whining, I'm wet. Then he stops and begins crying "I left my sunglasses." I whip around and march back in to the pee soaked cart to look for the sunglasses, meanwhile Jack is stopping traffic as he walks slowly with his pee soaked pants behind me. I am shouting "Come on!" as a young 20 something couple looks at me with judging eyes. I hear the Target workers talking, laughing, and complaining about cleaning up my kids urine. I check the cart, no glasses.
"They aren't there, they are probably in my bag. Regardless, let's go!" I grab Jack's hand and march out to the truck. I put Ryan in his car seat and strap him in. Put Jack in the passenger front seat and begin to change him. I had a clean pair of underwear for him but that was it. He was now clean, dry, and in just a t-shirt and underwear. (His socks and shoes were wet too.) I then put him in his car seat with the intent to go home.
Wrong! I cannot find my keys anywhere. I begin tearing my bag apart. I begin tearing my car apart. I take Ryan out of his car seat to make sure they aren't under him. I realize I cannot go back into the store because Jack is barely dressed. I cannot leave them in the car. I begin to panic. I called Tom to talk me down. We were a 1/2 hour from home but he said he would bring the extra keys. I took a deep breath and said I would figure it out. I flagged down a Target worker and embarrassed explained, "My son had an accident in the store, I have him changed but he in now in just underwear and I cannot find my keys. I think I may have dropped them in the store." He was very nice and asked if I looked in my bags-ya think? Then said he would check inside. Meanwhile a nice lady came over and said "I'm a mom, I've been there. Do you need a pull up?" I explained the pee soaked kid was now clean and dry, I just now had no way to leave Target without keys. The Target guy comes back out "They remembered you, there were no keys. Where else were you at?"
I began to tear the car d apart for the 5th or 6th time when I noticed the keys. When I put Jack in the front to clean him up, I must have set the keys on the dash. With all thrashing around I did, I must have knocked them, or they slid...anyway they ended up way in the front of my windshield under the wipers. Now do I flag down the Target guy again and tell him I found my keys? Do I call and tell the ladies at guest services? I probably should have, but I just threw the keys in the ignition and got the heck out dodge.
JAWS
Ryan started out with two teeth. They seemed to come early and always in pairs. At 13 months old he has 10, including 2 molars. He started biting Mommy about six months. He quickly realized that, that was not such a good idea.
On the other hand he also quickly learned biting his brother was a good idea. Ryan is pretty laid back which is a good thing because his older brother frequently mauls him, loves him into submission, and basically beats on him regularly. However as Ryan has gotten a little older he is starting to get a mind for himself. When Jack will take toys he grunts, crys, screams etc. Then one day he discovered that if he bites Jack; he gets the toy back, Jack cries, and leaves him alone.
As a parent I know I need to teach Ryan that biting is not nice, especially since he went to school and bit his friend Max, but I also understand that he is defending himself. What is funny is that Ryan has only bit Jack twice but all he has to do is open his mouth and lean towards Jack and Jack immediately screams and runs away. I can almost hear the Jaws soundtrack as it happens.
On the other hand he also quickly learned biting his brother was a good idea. Ryan is pretty laid back which is a good thing because his older brother frequently mauls him, loves him into submission, and basically beats on him regularly. However as Ryan has gotten a little older he is starting to get a mind for himself. When Jack will take toys he grunts, crys, screams etc. Then one day he discovered that if he bites Jack; he gets the toy back, Jack cries, and leaves him alone.
As a parent I know I need to teach Ryan that biting is not nice, especially since he went to school and bit his friend Max, but I also understand that he is defending himself. What is funny is that Ryan has only bit Jack twice but all he has to do is open his mouth and lean towards Jack and Jack immediately screams and runs away. I can almost hear the Jaws soundtrack as it happens.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Star Wars
My husband loves Star Wars. He read the books, had the toys, memorized the movies and married his own Princess Leia, aka (me. Carrie Fisher) It seems that the traits are genetic. Jack says that Star Wars is his favorite movie. Tom dug out his Star Wars toys and Jack is loving it. He told me the other day "Blue Sywalker is a good guy, Darp Vader has a red sord."
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Dog food and kids
What is the fascination with dog food and water? Ryan crawls over to the bowls every night and tries to play in them. If he is successful he cracks himself up. I just don't get it.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Well it's been a while
Started this for a variety of reasons. One of which was I wanted to record/document things about the boys that I didn't want to forget. So my goal for the remainder of the year is to post at least once a week. Even if it is a short, nonsense blog. (Hey which is totally me)
- Ryan is currently pulling himself up to stand but doesn't like to walk on things. He actually cries once he is standing until you come and hold his hands. Then with a big grin he wants you to walk him all around the room. He will be a year old in two weeks
- Jack has learned the perfect thing to say to his mother. "Mommy you are beautiful" and "You are a princess." Which is a very smart thing to say to your mom. =)
- I am greeted at the door every night with either "No time outs today." or "Just a little time out" I guess a little time out is kind of like a little pregnant.
- I have been told that I need to obey-by my three year old
- Ryan has started biting himself when he is really mad. I guess as long as he doesn't bite anyone else we are doing okay.
- Neither of my children sleep through the night, I am wondering if I will ever get a full nights sleep.
- Jack and Ryan have started sibling rilvary already. They have fought over toys and this morning Jack complained that Ryan was wiping boogers on him. I have a feeling this is just the beginning.
- Feeling very blessed to have such sweet wonderful kids and a husband to support me.
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