Sunday, January 18, 2009

Alex-isms 3

Today my Alex-isms are in categories.

Bathroom Business (or Not)

  • Alex refuses to go to the bathroom on the potty. I accidently on purpose ran out of diapers. We tried going right to underwear, but he peed right through them and his pants, socks, shirt, and onto his chair. So, he is wearing pull-ups, which he claims hold a little bit of pee and poop. He says he will go on the potty when he is a big boy. He says that right now he is a small boy. And every time I say he is a big boy, he responds, "No, I am'nt. I am just a small boy." When I ask him when he will be a big boy he says, "In a couple of days..." He has been saying that for weeks.
  • The other day I took him to the doctor because he had a rash on his face. When we told him that he couldn't kiss Isabella he said, "But it is just so hard not to kiss her." Doctor V. said he could kiss her when the rash on his face went away. He said, "I only get rashes on my butt when I poop in my diaper and it is in there the whole day!" He sure has a knack for turning my words around - What I say to him when he doesn't want his diaper changed is, "If you sit in your poop all day, you will get a rash." He also told Dr. V. that I fell down the steps holding Isabella. I quickly added that it was only the last few steps and I didn't drop her! Hopefully there won't be a knock at my door from Social Services.
  • When I told Alex that if he went on the potty, I would be so proud, he said, "Yea. That's the spirit!"


  • When Alex says something mean, I always pretend I didn't hear him. I say, "I didn't hear you. I hope you didn't say something mean." His response? "I was just talking."
  • Or sometimes instead of saying the mean word (usually stinky or stupid), he will say, "You are a uhh. uhh."
  • But my favorite was the other day. I was bouncing him on my lap. He said to me, "Stop doing that. It makes me want to say a mean word." Well excuse me!

How Old Are You?

(Or as my sister says, "Not a Normal Three-Year Old")

  • We were heading home last Friday after being out all morning. I told him that my friend was coming over with her baby. Alex didn't seem too thrilled. I told him that Bryson was Isabella's friend so he could play in his playroom while they were over. He said, "Good. I really need some alone time."
  • When the wind blows he says, "The wind in my ears makes me crazy."

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Happy Birthday, Finley Clark

Today, my niece Finley was born. She is adorable and has the chubbiest little cheeks. She is the 4th little girl to be born into the family in 2 years. Alex is the only boy surrounded by all girls. Poor guy. Jay thinks Alex is so lucky, because he will get to date all of his sister's and cousins' friends someday. When I met Jay, the boys outnumbered the girls, but not anymore....Within 7 years, two daughter-in-laws and 4 granddaughters have joined the family.

So, in the words of the Pink Ladies in Grease 2, "The Pink Lady pledge is to act cool,to look cool and to be cool, till death do us part. Think Pink!!" I think it should be the new family motto. Don't you?

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Alex-isms 2

Here is another installment of the funny things Alex says!

  • Alex put on his sunglasses the other day and said, "Lookin' goooood."
  • I asked Alex who made him so cute. He replied, "I did it myself." Later, I asked him again and he said, "Daddy." Then I asked him who made him so weird. He replied, "You."
  • Alex had his first bout of the stomach flu. After he threw up for the 3rd time he said, "I am broken." And after the 7th, he said, "I am messed up!" After the 10th, he didn't have anything to say!
  • Today we went to the Baltimore Aquarium. (Note: NO STROLLERS allowed - wish we would have known this little fact ahead of time). He said wistfully, "I wish I was a shark, so I could live in the Aquarium." Excuse us!
  • Afterwards we were walking around the harbor. Alex was eating an Italian ice even though it was 40 degrees out. I asked for some, and he said, "Momma, you just drink your water. You can get a snack when we get home." He did give me a kiss which he dubbed the "Strawberry Italian Ice Kiss."

Friday, January 2, 2009

Daddy's Girl

Not only does Isabella look just like Jay, especially when she yawns (weird, but true); but she is tall like him too! Today at her four month check-up, she measured 26 inches long. She is in the 95th percentile for her height. Lord knows she doesn't get it from me! She is 13 pounds 4 ounces (50th percentile). Alex was 17 pounds 4 ounces at four months. No wonder why we called him "Meatball." Dr. V. said she is doing well. He said I could start feeding her cereal! What!?? I feel like she is still a newborn. Tonight is the first night that she is sleeping in her crib....the first night in four months that she isn't cuddled in between us. She is not taking it so well. It took an hour of crying before she fell asleep only to wake up screaming an hour and a half later. But she is back asleep now. If she only knew that this is harder on me then it is on her. Time is moving too fast...I don't think I am ready for her to be big enough to sleep in her own room. So, I am thinking that if she cries in the middle of the night, I will go and get her. I mean if she makes it half the night in her own room, that is a good start, right?

Thursday, January 1, 2009

4 Months Old

Dear Isabella,
Happy New Year, Baby. You are also 4 months old today. You had a big 2008! The first four months of your life were filled with excitment. Last week, we celebrated your first Christmas. You looked on in wide-eyed wonderment...just taking it all in. Next Christmas will be a different story, I am sure! You also mastered rolling over from your belly to your back this week. Every time you do it, you look so surprised.

This month, you went from being the best sleeper in the world to a not-so-great one. You usually fall asleep for an hour around 8 or 9 and then wake up. You don't go back to sleep until 11 or 12. Your evenings tend to be your "fussy-time." But I just hold you, walk around with you, or pat your bottom until you settle down. Last night, I rang in the new year with you fast asleep on my chest. I couldn't think of a better way to start 2009.

I talk to you in sing-song voice when you are crying. It is the same thing I used to do when your brother was a baby, and for some reason it works. The words are simple but true. "It's okay, your momma's right here and it's okay. " As I was saying these words to you over and over last night, I began thinking about what 2009 holds for you. It is going to be a year of firsts for you. It is going to be the year you taste your first foods, the year you first start to crawl, the year you get your first tooth, the year you take your first step...and my resolution as your momma is to be right here for every milestone. There is no place I would rather be!

I love you,