There are very few flavors that I won't at least eat a scoop.
John brought home this ice cream the other night:
To his pregnant wife.
Ugh. 1 of like 2 varieties of ice cream that disgust me. He handed the bowl to me, and I thought he was joking. I thought he was just testing to see my reaction, and he bought a yummy flavor too. But no, all he bought was Roadrunner Raspberry. I guess he was tired of sharing the ice cream. No worries now, that is all his.
Puzzling is the big activity in our house right now.
A little cheese by Graham.
Some fun perspective.
Thinking hard about what piece to do next.
He can do 24 piece puzzles by himself now. He needs help the first couple times with a new one, but after that he is pretty good by himself. It appears he only likes to put it together so he has the satisfaction of tearing it apart.
Before bed that night, John suggested that'll be the end of Graham's cute Mickey Mouse love because I blogged about it. It is true, in generally when I blog about one of Graham's annoying ass habits, usually it stops after I blog about. There are several examples of pain in the ass habit going away.
But this was sort of a cute thing. Blogging about it certainly would not have the same impact?
Alas... Graham now sleeps with all of his stuffed animals. No special regard for Mickey Mouse. For weeks Mickey Mouse was the one and only to make it overnight in his bed. Now, magically, he welcomed a new stuffed animal (fire dog), and slept through the night for 3 nights in a row with all of his animals -- Mickey, Fire dog, Eeyore, Pooh, and Goofy.
Kinsey is quite pleased about the Fire Dog development. Fire Dog was Kinsey's 2nd birthday present to Graham (in May), and him finally being welcomed into bed is a big development from her perspective. She was already his favorite (and least favorite.... when you ask Graham who is favorite aunt it, the answer is Kinsey, but when you ask who his least favorite aunt is, the answer is also Kinsey. Graham, like his mom, doesn't always pay attention to the details of the question, and mostly probably thinks Kinsey is his only aunt) aunt, now a gift she gave Graham is one of his five favorite stuffed animals. Before Fire Dog was banished to the playroom and mostly ignored. Now he gets to sleep in the boat. How exciting.
Graham sleeps with a few stuffed animals -- mickey mouse, eeyore, pooh, and goofy. Every night when we put Graham in bed all four are in there with him. Every night when we go check on him before we go to sleep, mickey is still in bed with him, and the other three dolls are on the left side of his bed on the floor. Every night. Mickey is often tucked in, and the other three are just thrown aside.
Hopefully Graham is as fond is his new baby brother/sister as he is of mickey mouse.
... this is one time that I wish I had a video monitor. In general I think not having a video monitor makes me a better parent (because I would obsessively watch it, and that isn't healthy). But I really want to know how this goes down every night. At what point do those other dolls get kicked out, and it is a conscious decision?
The other night I made breakfast for dinner. I wasn't eating, and John wasn't home yet. So I just made enough pancakes for both G and John, and I thought John could eat the leftovers when he got home. I gave Graham one pancake, some scrambled eggs and half of a peach. He ate the pancake and the peach and asked for more pancakes. I told him to eat his eggs, and he could have more. A few moments later he asked again for more pancakes. I glanced over at his plate and the eggs were all gone. I asked him if he just threw the eggs on the floor, but they were nowhere to be found (I'm guessing they made it to his belly). So I gave him more pancakes. He ate them. Asked for more. Ate them. Asked for more. Ate them. Asked for more. The pattern repeated until the pancakes were all gone, and John was pancake-less.
Here my mom is reading goodnight moon to Graham a few weeks before she passed away. It is so my mom -- down to the very last sentence, "someone got paid to right that!". (Thanks to Kaci for posting and taking the video).
I am happy to be going back to work tomorrow. It'll be more relaxing than the weekend.
Friday night I had a bachelorette party to go to. I was the pregnant lady at the bar/dance club until 12:30am (I made it until 12:30am, way to go me!).
Saturday morning, we had a 2 year old's birthday party in the morning. My every 5 week hair get rid of my premature gray appointment in the afternoon, and then a couples shower that I was helping host in the evening. (I'll note that there were two more 2 year old birthday parties that same day. One was impossible for us to go to, and to the other John and Graham went solo. He can sometimes be a super dad, sometimes.)
Sunday was pretty low key... we didn't do very much. We've been having fruit flies in the house over the past few days, so my main mission was attacking that problem that was likely caused by sticky finger Graham (the cause could be flipped to lazy parents that don't immediately deal with sticky finger Graham's trail).
Clapping. Lots of clapping going on in our house right now.
Happy Graham. Always drippy Graham. His speech therapist thinks we should start telling him to swallow his saliva. I don't want him in therapy 20 years from now because I somehow lowered his self-esteem by constantly nagging him about his drippy saliva.
We finally got around to introducing some big boy puzzles for Graham. We are pretty lazy... and the big boy puzzles require a lot of parental help, but Graham is really enjoying them, which mostly makes all of the effort worth it. :)
Ooooh... this one has a dump truck!
I'll just sit back and watch you do it for me Dad.
Hmm... I'm not sure where it goes. What do you think?