Saturday, September 27, 2014
Last Week It Was 100 Degrees
September is usually a hot month of us, but this past week was particularly brutal. I was VERY thankful we had fixed our AC last fall and believe you me, I ran it without guilt.
Well, maybe there was a little guilt, because each day during the hot spell, I tried to do something with the kids out of the house, so I didn't have to turn the AC on until nap time. One day we went to the Aquarium, one day we went to my parents, and one day, we went to Mother's Beach. I love Mother's Beach because there are no waves and it's not crowded and I can easily watch both my kids by myself.
On this day, the kids and I went pretty much first thing in the morning, and then Mary's kids joined us around lunch time.
We did a lot of this:
And this:
And I really enjoyed seeing those buns peaking out of his big boy swimsuit:
Here's a shot of Ruthie that also gives you a good idea of the beach. It's perfect, the water feels great (I pretty much laid in the water that whole day), and we love going there.
Hopefully your fall is a little cooler than ours (and actually, this weekend has been lovely so far) but if not, I hope you have a Mother's Beach of your own!
Friday, September 12, 2014
More Ruthie Sayings
Ruthie continues to amaze us with her speaking, both in what she knows and the hilarious things she says. Here's a sampling from the past week or so:
Ruthie: Ouchie, my nose is ouchie!
Me: What happened?
R: I got a cut.
Me: You got a cut on your nose?
R: No, it's itching.
Me. Oh, yeah, that happens sometimes. Daddy gets an itchy nose in the morning too.
R: I want a bandaid.
Me: Well, a bandaid won't help with the itching and it will make it hard to breath.
R: Then I want to itch it off.
Ah, how many of us have felt that way when we start to scratch...
A few weeks ago, we went to Disneyland during the day. We stayed all morning and into early afternoon, so that kids feel asleep on the way home. When we got home, we put Jonah to bed without too much fuss. Ruthie, on the other hand, didn't want to go to naps. She told us she wasn't tired, which was clearly not true, if you could have heard the tone in which she said it. Ian asked her when she was going to nap if it wasn't going to be then. She replies, "Sorry, Daddy, I can't answer that question." Only two years old and already pleading the 5th.
Ruthie is also in this new stage where she's aware that some of the things she has might be desirable to other people. She was eating a cookie one time when we were getting in the car recently; she does her own buckles now but needs both hands to do it. She handed me the cookie and told me, "Don't eat it, Mama." She also hands me her purse and tells me not to touch any of the things inside. I wouldn't dream of it.
As you know, we've been potting training. We are done with the pee but still working on poop. She has a tendency to save it for naptime. We've talked a lot about the things she'll get for when she does it in the potty. Just to make sure everything is straight, we often have conversations that go like this:
Ruthie: I'm going to get a popsicle for poop in the potty.
Me: Yep.
Ruthie: If I do my poop in the potty, I get a popsicle.
Me: Mm-uh.
Ruthie: No, you say it.
Me: If you do your poop in the potty, you will get a popsicle.
Ruthie: That's right.
And finally, we've begun discussing Ruthie's birthday party (we like to plan in advance here, as birthdays are a big deal).
I said to her, "What kind of party do you want to have?" "A Clifford party." (Cousin Abbie just had one.)
Me: "I was thinking of a Pooh party - what do think about that?"
Ruthie: "Yes, a Pooh party."
Then I proceeded to tell her a few things we could have - we could make our backyard into the 100 Acre Wood, we could play Pooh Sticks, we could have Eeyore and Owl and Tigger.
A few minutes later, she came back up to me and said, "You talk about it, Mama. You talk about the Pooh party,"
Ah, a girl after my own heart. Loves to plan, loves to brainstorm party ideas, loves to look forward to things.
Hope you're not as hot as we are here in Long Beach - it's going to be 99 this weekend! Look out beach, here we come.
Ruthie: Ouchie, my nose is ouchie!
Me: What happened?
R: I got a cut.
Me: You got a cut on your nose?
R: No, it's itching.
Me. Oh, yeah, that happens sometimes. Daddy gets an itchy nose in the morning too.
R: I want a bandaid.
Me: Well, a bandaid won't help with the itching and it will make it hard to breath.
R: Then I want to itch it off.
Ah, how many of us have felt that way when we start to scratch...
A few weeks ago, we went to Disneyland during the day. We stayed all morning and into early afternoon, so that kids feel asleep on the way home. When we got home, we put Jonah to bed without too much fuss. Ruthie, on the other hand, didn't want to go to naps. She told us she wasn't tired, which was clearly not true, if you could have heard the tone in which she said it. Ian asked her when she was going to nap if it wasn't going to be then. She replies, "Sorry, Daddy, I can't answer that question." Only two years old and already pleading the 5th.
Ruthie is also in this new stage where she's aware that some of the things she has might be desirable to other people. She was eating a cookie one time when we were getting in the car recently; she does her own buckles now but needs both hands to do it. She handed me the cookie and told me, "Don't eat it, Mama." She also hands me her purse and tells me not to touch any of the things inside. I wouldn't dream of it.
As you know, we've been potting training. We are done with the pee but still working on poop. She has a tendency to save it for naptime. We've talked a lot about the things she'll get for when she does it in the potty. Just to make sure everything is straight, we often have conversations that go like this:
Ruthie: I'm going to get a popsicle for poop in the potty.
Me: Yep.
Ruthie: If I do my poop in the potty, I get a popsicle.
Me: Mm-uh.
Ruthie: No, you say it.
Me: If you do your poop in the potty, you will get a popsicle.
Ruthie: That's right.
And finally, we've begun discussing Ruthie's birthday party (we like to plan in advance here, as birthdays are a big deal).
I said to her, "What kind of party do you want to have?" "A Clifford party." (Cousin Abbie just had one.)
Me: "I was thinking of a Pooh party - what do think about that?"
Ruthie: "Yes, a Pooh party."
Then I proceeded to tell her a few things we could have - we could make our backyard into the 100 Acre Wood, we could play Pooh Sticks, we could have Eeyore and Owl and Tigger.
A few minutes later, she came back up to me and said, "You talk about it, Mama. You talk about the Pooh party,"
Ah, a girl after my own heart. Loves to plan, loves to brainstorm party ideas, loves to look forward to things.
Hope you're not as hot as we are here in Long Beach - it's going to be 99 this weekend! Look out beach, here we come.
Thursday, September 11, 2014
Dart Casualties
Ian and I played a rip-roaring game of darts last night. We have a board hung up on our back patio, a lovely spot to retreat to in the evening when it's been a hot day. Anyway, I made a not so great throw and took out one of our hanging lights, popping it and sending sparks flying (at least the glass bulb didn't break); and then that errant dart hurtled toward the grass, landing in the hose. What are the chances? I cant' hit a big round board but I can hit a thin hose?
As I walked over to pick it up, I said to Ian, "It's stuck in the hose. Maybe it didn't puncture it all the way." I was just getting "way" out of my mouth as I bent down to pull it out. What I didn't realize is that the hose was on, so water shot right in my face. Guess that answers that question.
So now we need to buy a replacement bulb and a new hose. Sheesh. It was just supposed to be a friendly game of darts.
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
First Dry Diaper After Naps!
Hooray! Potty training has actually been going really well, despite my earlier complaints. Ruthie has been pee trained during the day for about a month now. I have been trying to motivate her to not pee during naps and today, she woke up dry for the first time!
Her treat? A chocolate cupcake! She was happy and very proud of herself! And I was very proud too.
Good job, big girl!
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