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1月31日 On a Wesley rollWord-For-Word
He got a battery-powered Lightning McQueen Power Wheels Car for Christmas. It is one of his most prized possessions. Today he told me that Mamaw (my mom) and Papaw (my dad) live far, far away. I agreed. He said that he was going to get in his new red car and drive big huge far away to Mamaw and Papaw's house.
It was so cute I had to call my mom and tell her, and when I did, I retold the last part wrong. I said "far, far away" at the end and he immediately corrected me: "No, Mom" (exasperated voice), "I said BIG HUGE Far away". (eye roll)
Terms of Endearment
I must call people "honey" more than I realize. Wesley has taken to calling his big sister "Coco Honey"
She used to get very upset and yell at him "I'm not Coco Honey. I'm Co-Ween Medicine!" (Colleen Madison). She's used to it now and hardly ever yells at him for it any more. Once in a while I even catch her calling him "Yes-Wee Honey"
There's gifted, and there's Wesley
I don't know how it got here so fast, but it's time to register Colleen for Kindergarten. Shawn's boss' children go to a charter school (not public, not private, sort of a stop gap measure to help with our area's school overcrowding issue) and she recommended it highly. In order to apply, the child must score at 145 or higher on an IQ test. So off we go, to a psychologist for Colleen to be tested. She fell slightly short of 145, but she is still in the gifted range of intelligence. (That's my girl!). She is going to go to our neighborhood public school for Kindergarten and we will reassess this time next year. In short, we are very proud of Colleen. We try hard not to compare our two wonderfully individual children, but I catch myself thinking, "If Colleen is gifted, Wesley is off the charts!" It's hard to sit here and think of one specific example to demonstrate his advanced knowledge and dizzying intellect, I can say that he knows nearly everything that Colleen knows. He can not write letters or numbers, but that is because he gets too bored when I try to teach him. He is two and a half and he knows his ABCs, can count to 20, knows his colors (well, he for sure knows all the colors that cars are typically painted in!). He carries on conversations as a 4 or 5 year old would. He talks non-stop, actually. And the things he comes up with are often funny, sometimes scary, and usually make me think "how on earth does he know that?"
Manipulative, or just afraid of the dark
I used to brag about how easily my children went to bed at night. I (amusingly) thought that it was due to my awesome parenting skills. HA! Ever since we moved into this new house, we've played hell trying to get the kids to go to sleep and to stay in their rooms all night. It typically takes a couple of hours to get them to bed in their own rooms, and by 5am or so, both of them have some how migrated into our room. Usually one will sleep on the bed and one will sleep on this child sized Spiderman pull-out foam couch thingy that my Mom gave us. Sometimes they both end up in our bed, which makes for a pretty tight squeeze. It is blantantly obvious that the kids just prefer to sleep cuddled up with their parents (who can blame them?) but it seriously keeps me from getting a decent night's sleep. In desperation I've been trying all kinds of things to get them to stay in their own beds overnight. Whew... to make a short story long... LOL
Shawn's worked it out that Wes is likley afraid of the dark. The next day I got him a really cute Lightning McQueen table lamp. I'd like to report that it has solved the sleeping issue (believe me, there's nothing I'd like to type more!) and it has helped him fall asleep faster. But it doesn't keep him in his room when we wakes up during the night and when I talked with him about how important it was for him to sleep in his bed he actually told me he is afraid of the dark. Is he telling the truth? Or does he have my number and know that if he plays the "afraid of the dark" card I will continue to be lenient on him and his nocturnal visits?
Shot thru the heart, and you're to blame
Next week I'm taking Wesley to the portrait studio to have a novelty picture taken of him. I'm dressing him up as Cupid. He has this perfect chubby little cherub body, the most pinchable rosey cheeks, and I've even let his hair grow out so that it resembles the unkempt locks that Cupid is known for.
I've got him an adorable diaper cover, a big heart shaped lollipop, two pretend boxes of chocolates and a felt bouquet of roses from Build-A-Bear, and the costume supply store has a tiny set of white feather wings and a bow and arrow set straight from Cupid's personal stash, just waiting to be picked up.
I'm crossing my fingers that it goes well. He is very predictable: anything I want him to do, he does the opposite. I'll arm myself with lots of dum-dum suckers and do my best to make it fun for him. If they turn out cute, I'll create an album for them here. Cross your fingers!
Hugs, Jen
'Cause that makes PERFECT senseI noticed Wes had a "pee pee diaper". I got a new pull up for him and proceeded with the farce that is changing a two-year-old that doesn't want to be bothered at the moment.
All of a sudden, right before I take the old diaper off, Wes says, "Hurry up Mom, Hurry! Poop is coming! Poop is coming! Change diaper NOW!"
Naturally, he refused to use the "pee pee diaper" for his BM. Ditto his cool training potty. Ditto the regular toilet with the cool potty training ring.
So on goes the fresh new pull up. And halfway through his BM he will demand to be changed, so he can finish in a clean one.
*sigh* 1月28日 Job Description
1月14日 Goodbye, kittiesShawn's coworker came this afternoon and took the kitties home with him. Both of the cats were quite unsettled, they knew something was up because I was messing with all of their stuff, cleaning it, packing it up in bags.
Shadow just hung out on our bed like always, and Tiger "hid" in his "secret" spot in our closet.
We didn't really say good bye to them, at least not in a formal way where we each pet them, hug & kiss them and say the actual words.
I already miss them a little, it is weird to see empty spaces where their food dishes and litter boxes used to be, and it is weird not to see them in their usual spots.
But I am happy that they have a new home, with someone I feel we can trust. The guy's ex-wife is a vet. So that's nice. :)
Colleen is so funny, a couple hours after they were gone she looked over at me and said "Mommy, my ezcemas feel a little better already" and in the most understanding, gentle voice I replied "That's wonderful, honey. It's all in your head."
The humor was lost on her, but hey, she is only four-and-a-half years old. More on that tomorrow... if I remember to post.
Hugs, everyone! 1月8日 Cat updateThis has got to be short, it is time to get the kids to bed.
It looks like we may have FINALLY found a new home for the cats. We'll see. It is a coworker of Shawn's and he is going to come and meet them early next week. The catch: he has a sheltie dog. I *think* the cats will be fine with it once they get used to it, but it is hard to say for sure. They tolerated my parents' dog, Tilly, when they came to visit, and even got used to her enough to be on the same floor as her after about 4 days. So, we'll see.
Keep your fingers crossed for us, they've got to go soon, before Coco doesn't have any more skin to scratch! :P
I'm going to miss them though... :(
Hugs, Jen |
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