Will makes us laugh on a daily basis. Lately, he's been more chatty about how his day went. Previously, his answer when we asked what he did at day care was very teenagery: "I don't know" or "nothing."
Today I asked him what they did at school today, and among other things he says "We didn't have a fire drill."
Confused, I asked for clarification: "Do you mean you did have a fire drill?"
"No, we didn't have a fire drill."
"Did you have a fire drill yesterday?"
"No."
"Have you ever had a fire drill at day care?"
"No."
Interesting choice of words, son. This is kind of like Jana asking me how my day at work was, and me saying "I didn't perform open-heart surgery today."
Can't wait to find out what random thing the kids didn't do at school Thursday!
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Check up
One of the best parts about being in Upper Michigan is when Will gets to see his cousins. Will's cousin Nathan, 6, lives about 8 hours away so it's pretty rare when we get together.
Yesterday, Nathan and Will got to see each other for the first time in about two years.
"Will, you're getting tall," Nathan said, sizing himself up to Will. Nathan still has several inches on Will, but Will seemed to think they were about the same height.
"Yup," he said, holding his hand on top of Nathan's head. "We're almost exactly the same temperature."
Yesterday, Nathan and Will got to see each other for the first time in about two years.
"Will, you're getting tall," Nathan said, sizing himself up to Will. Nathan still has several inches on Will, but Will seemed to think they were about the same height.
"Yup," he said, holding his hand on top of Nathan's head. "We're almost exactly the same temperature."
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Jumping castle
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Monday, June 30, 2008
Oh, brother
I guess the honeymoon is over.
Will has started to give us a few less-than-subtle clues that he's now feeling the effects of brotherhood.
At Pizza Hut recently, Will told me that he wished the baby was a girl.
"A girl? I thought you wanted a brother. You told me a boy was 'just what you wanted,'" I said.
"I've changed my mind. Let's get rid of this one and get a girl."
Not going to happen, pal.
Will has started to give us a few less-than-subtle clues that he's now feeling the effects of brotherhood.
At Pizza Hut recently, Will told me that he wished the baby was a girl.
"A girl? I thought you wanted a brother. You told me a boy was 'just what you wanted,'" I said.
"I've changed my mind. Let's get rid of this one and get a girl."
Not going to happen, pal.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Baby Shrek
Despite Charlie's recent lack of bowel movements, he has been a prolific passer of gas. I don't mean to take pride in such a trait, but I like to think that this tendency is keeping colic at bay.
My friend Sharon and I had lunch at the golf course recently and he really showed her what he's got. We're talking man-size noises. In fact, I'm pretty sure she's going to call him Baby Shrek.
Scott and I, of course, have been incredibly amused by Charlie's abilities. In fact, we debated video-taping him but didn't want to be responsible for a viral "farting baby" video on YouTube. Still, I promise you, it would have been hilarious.
The other day, I was at the new mom support group and Charlie let out a belch that caused even the veteran moms to raise eyebrows. But I wasn't embarassed. Nope. As Shrek says: "Better out than in."
My friend Sharon and I had lunch at the golf course recently and he really showed her what he's got. We're talking man-size noises. In fact, I'm pretty sure she's going to call him Baby Shrek.
Scott and I, of course, have been incredibly amused by Charlie's abilities. In fact, we debated video-taping him but didn't want to be responsible for a viral "farting baby" video on YouTube. Still, I promise you, it would have been hilarious.
The other day, I was at the new mom support group and Charlie let out a belch that caused even the veteran moms to raise eyebrows. But I wasn't embarassed. Nope. As Shrek says: "Better out than in."
Friday, June 27, 2008
The poop files
The baby has not pooped in five days.
Seriously. Five days.
No worries, of course I called the doctor. It seems this is normal. Babies who are breast-fed exclusively average one BM every seven days. He could go as long as 12 days. Wow. Apparently, Will never got that memo.
So, I'm not worried anymore about the lack of pooping, the thing we really need to worry about is the fact that I seem to tell every single adult that I know for the past two days. A few examples:
Stranger on the street: "Oh, what a beautiful baby!"
Me: "Yes. He hasn't pooped in four days."
Good friend from work #1: "How's the baby?"
Me: "Great. He hasn't pooped in four days."
Scott: "How's Charlie today?"
Me: "Still nothing."
Today, day 5, I actually started expanding the details. I can't believe I'm talking about it even as the words leave my mouth:
Good friend from work #2: "What a good baby!"
Me: "Yes, he hasn't pooped in five days. The nurse said I could take his temperature rectally if I want to get things moving. But I'm not going to do that. He doesn't seem uncomfortable so it doesn't seem necessary."
Thought in my head: Stop talking, no one wants to talk about rectal temperature taking.
So, I've resolved to not discuss this further. I'll just pack a few extra wipes, diapers and outfits in the diaper bag and prepare myself for the inevitable.
Seriously. Five days.
No worries, of course I called the doctor. It seems this is normal. Babies who are breast-fed exclusively average one BM every seven days. He could go as long as 12 days. Wow. Apparently, Will never got that memo.
So, I'm not worried anymore about the lack of pooping, the thing we really need to worry about is the fact that I seem to tell every single adult that I know for the past two days. A few examples:
Stranger on the street: "Oh, what a beautiful baby!"
Me: "Yes. He hasn't pooped in four days."
Good friend from work #1: "How's the baby?"
Me: "Great. He hasn't pooped in four days."
Scott: "How's Charlie today?"
Me: "Still nothing."
Today, day 5, I actually started expanding the details. I can't believe I'm talking about it even as the words leave my mouth:
Good friend from work #2: "What a good baby!"
Me: "Yes, he hasn't pooped in five days. The nurse said I could take his temperature rectally if I want to get things moving. But I'm not going to do that. He doesn't seem uncomfortable so it doesn't seem necessary."
Thought in my head: Stop talking, no one wants to talk about rectal temperature taking.
So, I've resolved to not discuss this further. I'll just pack a few extra wipes, diapers and outfits in the diaper bag and prepare myself for the inevitable.
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