Friday, February 26, 2010
I never really understood the big deal about using naughty words growing up. It's just a word. And my parent's used them. Why couldn't I?
I get it now. Oh how I get it.
Preston has hit the phase where not only does he copy what we do and say but he understands the situation too. Meaning that he can grasp why we use certain words in certain situations.
As in one day the laundry basket fell down the stairs and Preston said, "oh shit". Not a big deal as he didn't repeat it again. It was more of a fluke than something to be concerned about.
It's something to be concerned about now.
I clearly use the word shit far too often in my every day life. FAR TOO OFTEN! Preston has picked up on that. And we are struggling with how to teach him that he is not allowed to say all of the words that he hears. It's hard. He's only two so I don't know if he's even old enough to understand that he can't say certain words because I know that he doesn't understand the meaning behind them and he hears them through me. This is also made even more difficult by the fact that it's hard not to laugh sometimes.
For example when after getting gas in Seattle my Mom uttered, "shit". Which somehow launched Preston into a monologue of "oh shit. oh shit. oh shit!". I jumped to correct him but my Mom and sisters were unable to contain their laughter. Obviously he was only encouraged by their laughter and he spent the entire car ride back to the hotel yelling oh shit. Don't believe me? I have proof, my sister recorded it and it is now her ring tone. You know just in case I need to be reminded. My Mom was laughing so hard that she was actually crying. She had to be thinking that payback is a bitch and I'd earned it for all the things I put her through growing up.
Everyone was laughing at him, thus encouraging him to continue. Well almost everyone. I was hanging my head in shame and wondering how to put an end to the madness. I was torn because I didn't feel it was right to punish him when everyone else was just encouraging him but at the same time shit is a naughty word. We of course talked about it as much as you can talk about something with a two year old. But he clearly didn't fully understand that we don't use that word and opted to show me just how confused he was in the middle of The Children's Place the next day. That was fun.
No he doesn't just say shit randomly throughout the day. It's more like when he remembers that it's funny he tries to make everyone laugh or when he hears it he repeats it. On the way home someone said it in the car and got him started again. Only this time he wasn't just saying oh shit he was saying, "Ohhhhh shhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiittttttttttttttttttt!". Lovely. My sister also recorded that one for me. Thanks Shannon! That time I'd had enough and started taking his toys away and refusing to give them back until he apologized.
Then yesterday in the middle of the morning he said stupid. I have never heard Preston say stupid before. I don't even think I really use that word all that much either. It is also one of those words when I was growing up that I thought is was so silly of my parents to ask me not to say. Stupid isn't even a bad word. I still don't think it's a bad word, but there is just something about hearing a child say it that makes it sound so much worse than it really is!
I'm thinking Preston learning that one may have been Brad's fault. Brad who ran to the store for me while I was in Seattle to pick up orange juice that was on sale. Oh how sweet! Then proceeded to leave it in the car from Friday night to Sunday night when I found it while reinstalling Preston's car seat. STUPID! And for some reason even though we'd had weather in the low sixties all weekend Brad still thought I was going to let Preston drink it. STUPID!
Preston spent the rest of the day walking around declaring random things stupid. It was horrible. I mean I guess in the long run stupid is much better than oh shit. But it looks like I'm going to start cleaning up my language for the little mimic in the house!
Disclaimer: I did not call my husband stupid after he left the juice containers (oh yes, there was not just one there were FIVE!) in the car all weekend, even though I wanted to. And I wanted to very badly. I mean who does that. But I do use the word stupid on a regular basis but in a nice way. Like that was a stupid show. Or where did those stupid hangers go. Looks like I'm just going to really have to watch every thing I say from now on!
Oh shit, that's just stupid!
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
I love Seattle. Love it in a way where I would move there in a heartbeat. You know if I could take all my family and friends with me. And if Brad found a job that paid enough to live the same way there as we do here. And if we sold our house. And found one over there for a great price. But really I would move over there in a heartbeat!
This trip however, this trip made me hate Seattle just a little bit. I know! Say what?!
I should preface this by saying that I am a high maintenance traveller. Thus meaning that Preston is too. And by high maintenance I mean that when I take trips with Preston, I take trips for Preston. If that makes sense. I base the whole trip around Preston and what he would enjoy and like to do. That's not to say that we don't do things that I enjoy too, it's just that they are sprinkled in with things that Preston will enjoy. I figure I have the rest of my life to take vacations for me and Preston only has the first 18 or so years of his life to just sit back and enjoy. Brad agrees with me and so we've already acknowledged that we really won't have a vacation based around us for a while. Although that's not saying that we won't attempt to sneak off here and there for our time, just that while Preston is little he is our priority. And that works for us.
It does not though work when I go on a weekend trip away with my Mom, my sisters, and my nephew. Here's the problem, while Brad and I have no issue with devoting our trips away to zoos and beaches and children's museums those places are really not in the list of priorities on vacation for my Mom and sisters. Understandably so. But it was a problem for this trip. One that I'd thought about prior to the trip and then brushed aside. Everything would go just fine I convinced myself.
I was wrong.
No it wasn't horrible. Yes I did enjoy moments of it. I loved getting away with my Mom and my sisters for a weekend away of just us. I loved getting to see Jen. I loved being in Seattle. I loved being on vacation. I just didn't love that Preston really didn't love most of the trip. It wasn't what he was used to when we take trips over to Seattle and he reacted exactly how I would expect a very active and very bored two year old to act.
Lesson learned on my part.
Now to the trip...
We left Friday morning. Later on Friday morning than we'd planned. A good hour and a half later! Eek! We made a couple of bathroom break stops before we arrived in North Bend to have lunch and do some outlet shopping. Preston just loved going from the car seat to the stroller. Luckily they had rides conveniently stationed throughout the outlets. Which helped
After doing some damage to our bank accounts, we made our way into Seattle and checked into the hotel. Preston got some of the ants of of his pants, we ate a late dinner at Red Robin, and hit the hay.
Well most of us hit the hay at least, Preston had taken a very short nap on the drive from the outlets to the hotel and somehow managed to stay awake until midnight! I didn't even realize it had gotten so late as I'd fallen asleep next to him and only woke up when he nudged me to start a new episode of Calliou on YouTube for him every eight minutes or so.
Somehow even though he'd gone to bed late Preston was up bright and early on Saturday morning. Sweet! I should have known right then and there that it was not destined to be a great day on Preston's part.
We paid a quick visit to Alki Beach. I love Alki Beach. Love it. I'd only been there once before but it stole my heart. Jen met us there. But it was a quick visit. It was cold and windy being that it was on the water. Preston and I didn't mind but everyone else wasn't so big on toughing it out. As short lived as our visit there was I still loved it and Preston was in heaven. He'd been talking about the beach and the ocean for weeks. When it was time to go he ran, he cried, I dragged him kicking and screaming back to the car. :(
From Alki we went downtown to do some shopping. Thank God Jen was with us as Preston was not having it when we went inside the stores. He was desperate to stay outside where the weather was now gorgeous and sunny and warm. Really can't say I blame him. But Jen kept us company while we walked the streets of downtown. And Preston was happy.
After a couple of hours of walking downtown and attempting to go into stores Preston was not so happy. Jen had headed back to her apartment to catch a quick nap before dinner, so we opted to take the monorail over to Seattle Center and ride some of the rides. Guess what? The monorail was BROKEN! And the Seattle Center was about 13 blocks there and then another 13 blocks back. At first it didn't seem that far, but I was tired. We'd been up and walking all day, I just didn't have it in me. So back to shopping and fighting the stroller we went. This all ended with both me and Preston having a meltdown in American Eagle in which I informed my Mom that we HAD TO LEAVE! And NOW! Not one of my finer moments. In my defense we were five hours into shopping downtown and Preston had been bored out of his mind for all of it and borderline freaking out for the last hour.
We checked back into the hotel and I opted out of dinner with my Mom and sisters and instead picked up dinner to go with Jen and Preston. Back to the hotel we went to eat. Preston got some energy out before we headed down to the pool for some swimming. The pool was cold! Freezing cold. But Preston was so excited that we got in anyways. Teeth chattering and all.
Finally we got cold enough, scratch that I got cold enough that we got out and headed back to the room. Of course things didn't end there. Somehow right before bed Preston realized that his new "baby kitty" was missing. We'd bought it Friday at the outlets and somehow he'd already lost it. We searched the entire hotel room, then headed down to the pool, and finally asked at the lobby about baby kitty dressed in our jammies mind you. And baby kitty was nowhere to be found. Preston was less than thrilled with this. Even though he still had his doggy and big kitty cat. Baby kitty was missing in action!
Preston did eventually go to sleep and boy did he sleep good. All that fresh air and racing around the hotel and playing in the pool did him in.
Good thing too because we had a long ride home ahead of us on Sunday. And we had to pay a visit to the two story Target at Northgate. That's right I said TWO STORY TARGET! How could we not stop for that?! It was as awesome as it sounds. In case you were curious.
We also made a quick pit stop at the outlets on the way home. Magically baby kitty was there waiting for us! Amazing how that works. We of course had to pay for baby kitty's room and board overnight and then we were on our way home.
At last! Brad missed us and we missed him. And really after a couple of days away home just seems so much more fabulous!
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
To hold you over, I've got a photo to share!
Until next time...and hopefully it will be soon!
Come on life get it together!
Friday, February 19, 2010
I'm taking off for the weekend with my Mom and sisters. Lucky for Preston and Mason they get to come too. We're having a
And while we are off shopping and exploring and hanging out, Brad will be having a boys weekend back home with my Dad and brother.
I'll be back! If I'm lucky...and you are too, I may even share a few pictures while I'm there!
I hope you all have a fantastic weekend!
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
See here's the thing. You may have noticed it in my blog. But I have a little bit of a flare for the dramatics. Not just in my blog, but in my life too. I know, it's so surprising!
Why was I freaking out. Calmly, I mean. Saturday morning I'd noticed a small lump above my right breast. It was small but it was big enough that I noticed that it didn't belong.
At first I really was in fact calm. I figured it would be nothing. But then I started to think that maybe it was something. We've been pretty lucky health wise so maybe our time was due?
Since we were going to be spending that afternoon at my MIL's house I figured I ask her about it, she might have an idea being a a nurse and all. After she'd felt me up a little, nothing like getting to know your MIL on another level!, she told me I should get it checked out. I freaked out, in my head of course. I couldn't have everyone thinking I was crazy. But my MIL is one of those "Don't go to the Dr for anything" kind of people so her telling me to go to the Dr sent me into a little bit of a panic. I mean I'm sure she really meant that I should go to the Dr just in case it was something, but either way I started to really freak out.
Next I talked to my Mom about it while I was over there Sunday night. My Mom is known for her medical freak outs so I figured she would really overreact. She didn't. She was pretty rational in fact. I mean here I am her oldest daughter and I'm probably dying and she's calmly telling me to just see a Dr and have them take a peek. She didn't even bust out the computer to do a little online diagnosing. I was shocked!
For the record, my Mom tries to self diagnose everything with the Internet. And it drives me crazy! The Internet will tell you that you are dying of a stomach ache for crying out loud. But here I am with a lump in my breast and my Mom isn't even trying to self diagnose with her online degree!
I spent Sunday thinking about it in a near freak out. One that happens outside my thoughts that is. I watch Grey's Anatomy and Mercy people. And people die all the time in those shows. And it happens suddenly. I was certain that in deciding to wait to see a Dr until Monday I was most definitely signing my death certificate! Who spends the weekend knowing that they have cancer and doing nothing about it? Because I knew that it was cancer! After all what else could it have possibly been?
As soon as my Dr's office opened I called Monday morning. They fit me into a mid morning appointment and I was set. I left work and headed off for my official diagnoses.
The Dr came in, felt me up, and announced that she wanted me to have an ultrasound. She thought that it was more likely a cyst. I cannot even tell you the relief that I felt when she said cyst instead of cancer. I'd spent the whole weekend coping with what I'd already decided what most definitely cancer and keeping it to myself to keep everyone from thinking that I was just plain crazy.
Back to work for a couple of hours and then off to another Dr appointment. Let me tell you it was a really productive work day for me between freaking out and leaving for Dr appointments.
At the ultrasound I got checked out by an ultrasound tech. Let me tell you those machines are a whole lot more fun when your checking on the baby growing inside you versus the possible cyst/cancer in your breast.
She called the radiologist in and had him take a look. In case your wondering that's now my MIL, my Mom, my Dr, the ultrasound tech, and the radiologist who have felt me up. Good times. Not including the fact that I obsessed over it all weekend (my hand was practically attached to my chest) and I had Brad telling me if it felt bigger or smaller. How about now Brad? I was like a broken record.
Guess what? They found NOTHING! Nothing at all. No cancer. Not even a cyst. The radiologist said that it just looks like normal breast tissue. That it's possible that something shifted and part of what I'm feeling is my rib. But mostly that it's probably just my age. Apparently you don't stop developing breast wise until your 30?! Who knew! He felt that giving me a mammogram put me at more risk for cancer and it really wasn't worth the risk for something so small that appeared to simply be breast tissue. He did say a big factor was my age. I'm really in such a small risk group for cancer that he just can't see a reason for increasing my risk when it really appears to be NOTHING! He asked me to watch it for a month and stay in contact with my Dr and if it changes at all or gets bigger to come back in. But at this point my best option is to just wait. More than likely though he says it really is just NOTHING! NOTHING at all!
So let's just set this straight in case you've gotten lost...in three days I went from cancer to a cyst to NOTHING! And in the process I got felt up by my husband, my Mother, my MIL, a Dr, an ultrasound tech, an ultrasound machine, and a radiologist. Good times. Sometimes this imagination of mine really is a little obnoxious.
Monday, February 15, 2010
My favorite restaurant, a margarita, and a movie were just what I needed! Ahhh...bliss! And umm a night out with my husband and just my husband, I don't even remember the last time that happened! We then went and saw Valentine's Day. It was sooo good! I couldn't stop laughing! I cannot wait until it comes out to buy! Or maybe I'll just go see it again, anyone up for a movie?
Of course the only photo that I have from that night is of me and Preston. Clearly I need to work on that whole taking pictures of someone other than Preston.
I got lucky and slept in on Saturday. And continued my quiet morning when shortly after I woke up Brad and Preston decided to head to the park to enjoy the sunshine. Preston has been desperate to get outside and Saturday was perfect weather for outside play. Of course since Daddy took him there are no pictures of any of it.
We then spent the rest of Saturday at my MIL's house and my parent's house. Where Preston not only bossed everyone around because that is what he's doing these days, but also worked his charm. Bossing people around and charming them seem to go well together for him.
At Tammy's house this involved dragging Dave outside with him. Preston clearly didn't enjoy enough of the sunshine at the park with Daddy. And then having Tammy play downstairs with him. Of course the stairs are a favorite for Preston at Gigi's house. Him and Gigi played catch with the banister and a bouncy ball. And somehow Preston decided to show us what it looks like when he falls down the stairs? Don't worry, no two year olds were hurt in the taking of the stair photo.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Preston is learning his numbers. He loves the attention that he gets when he correctly identifies his numbers all on his own. He's quite the little attention whore.
While at Chuck E Cheese he showed me that he is recognizing the numbers when he sees them. Sometimes it seems hit or miss when we're trying to teach him something. He won't seem like he's paying attention and then all of a sudden we'll be somewhere and he'll show us just how much he's retaining.
He was reading the numbers off on the little order tabs that you set out at the end of your table. In that moment I realized that Preston knows his numbers one, three, and five by sight and can correctly label what they are.
Since the arrival of my nephew, Mason, Preston has become a little bit more clingy. He will be playing just fine when all of a sudden he'll come over to me and say, "Mommy, hold you. Hold Preston". He just wants some cuddles. It's pretty cute. He refers to himself as you instead of me, so when he says hold you he means that he'd like me to hold him. I love it.
Preston has been picking up the word love. Every once in a while he'll tell me he loves me, but most of the time he's just repeating it after I say it. However he's also shown me that I must use the word love a lot. While at Kohls, Preston picked up a watch and told me, "Mama, Preston loves this one". It was hilarious! He then picked up another one and told my Mom and me, "Mama loves this one". Or at Target, he'll find something that he just "loves". I love that he loves things!
We've been working on emotions lately. For example when Preston is naughty I tell him he has made me sad or mad. If I tell him that he's made me sad than he will ask me to cry. In theory this sounds adorable. But when I'm telling him that he has made me sad because he hit me, it's not so cute when he smiles and tells me to cry.
He seems to be understanding what emotions are, what the different ones look like, and what causes them. When he is naughty he will tell me that he knows that I am mad or sad. Although sometimes it seems that he thinks it's more of a game, so we're going to be working on that one.
Preston has learned the words naughty and trouble. He also knows that when you are naughty you get into trouble. What can I say he's two and a half, we're well into the naughty and trouble phase. He will also tell me when our cats are being naughty. Or yell out that "Monti in trouble!".
My Mom has taught Preston about cooties. That's right cooties. Preston is going through a phase where he's refusing to give anyone hugs or kisses. Every time we kiss him or ask for kisses he'll exclaim, "No kisses!". It's cute, but I hate it. I love kisses! Preston no longer refuses kisses now that cooties have been introduced. Now when he doesn't want to give kisses when we are leaving my parent's house, my Mom will tell him to give cooties and he'll race around and give everyone kisses until they yell no cooties! Win-win right?
BIG NEWS** Preston counted to fourteen! All by himself! We were playing Hungry Hungry Hippos and counting out our points after each round to see who won. Yes, I want to know who wins when I play with my two year old. Plus that gets him to count. And for the record, he won twice and we tied once. Apparently I suck at that game. Although it could be because I played with just the one hippo and Preston played the other three. Anyways...we were counting out Preston's points and he got to ten and I figured he would stop. But he didn't. He kept going! All the way to the end, which was fourteen. While I sat there flabbergasted! Shocked. I had no idea. Preston can count to fourteen!!
There you have it, what my busy little boy has been up too! Or at least the things that he's been up to that I am remembering to blog about!
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
*Enchanted is on and I've warned him that it's almost bedtime.
Me: "Did you know this was the first movie you saw in theaters?" (He was like four months old).
Preston: "Uh-huh. But I didn't see the end though."
*It's Brad's night to do bedtime and I can hear him and Preston talking.
Brad: "How many books does Mommy read you?"
Preston: "Sometimes when it's really late she only reads me two." (The longer that it takes him to pay attention or settle down or get dressed and brush his teeth the less books he gets to hear at bedtime.)
Brad: "How many books does she normally read you?"
Preston: "Ummmmmmm...(thinks)...like nine".
Yeah, that is not how many books I read him at bedtime.