Tuesday, October 29, 2013
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Monday, October 14, 2013
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
A Long Winter
Lani Moo has some quirks. Instead of saying "no" he says "mo." Not because he doesn't know how to say "no" - he does. He just seems to like the sound of "mo" better.
Hi favorite word is "yucky." He says it constantly, and loves to say, "yucky momma," "yucky dadda," and "yucky ro ro." He recently learned "yucky la la," (la la is what he calls himself), and he likes to say "yucky doggie" to his Soft Doggie and burst into laughter.
He's a clothes horse. Roan never noticed what he was wearing, and still doesn't, unless there's a train on it. But Lani is different. Every night he MUST wear his Thomas the Train pajamas to bed. If they are not clean, or unavailable for some other reason, OH MO. He also has strong feelings about many of his shirts. Today I put him in a green and yellow plaid long sleeved button down, which he hated. He screamed and head butted various pieces of furniture until I said, "Lani, do you want a new shirt?"
"Yeah" he said.
"Then come pick it out of your drawer," I said. And he came over and carefully selected a shirt. I put it on. All was well until a few minutes later he started pulling at it and freaking out. He came back over to the drawer. He wanted to change his shirt again.
This happened two more times before I shut it down and made him leave the room. There's only so many outfit changes you can go through in a single morning.
But the worse thing about Lani Moo is that he hates sweatshirts. I think it has to do with how they restrict his fingers and hands when he's pulling the sleeves on, but whatever the reason, he throws a tantrum every time I put one on him. This is a problem, since he has to wear a sweatshirt nearly EVERY TIME we leave the house now.
I am dreading the moment when I have to introduce him to his winter coat.
Hi favorite word is "yucky." He says it constantly, and loves to say, "yucky momma," "yucky dadda," and "yucky ro ro." He recently learned "yucky la la," (la la is what he calls himself), and he likes to say "yucky doggie" to his Soft Doggie and burst into laughter.
He's a clothes horse. Roan never noticed what he was wearing, and still doesn't, unless there's a train on it. But Lani is different. Every night he MUST wear his Thomas the Train pajamas to bed. If they are not clean, or unavailable for some other reason, OH MO. He also has strong feelings about many of his shirts. Today I put him in a green and yellow plaid long sleeved button down, which he hated. He screamed and head butted various pieces of furniture until I said, "Lani, do you want a new shirt?"
"Yeah" he said.
"Then come pick it out of your drawer," I said. And he came over and carefully selected a shirt. I put it on. All was well until a few minutes later he started pulling at it and freaking out. He came back over to the drawer. He wanted to change his shirt again.
This happened two more times before I shut it down and made him leave the room. There's only so many outfit changes you can go through in a single morning.
But the worse thing about Lani Moo is that he hates sweatshirts. I think it has to do with how they restrict his fingers and hands when he's pulling the sleeves on, but whatever the reason, he throws a tantrum every time I put one on him. This is a problem, since he has to wear a sweatshirt nearly EVERY TIME we leave the house now.
I am dreading the moment when I have to introduce him to his winter coat.
Monday, October 7, 2013
Apple Picking
Last month we went apple picking at a farm in New Jersey. We go there every fall, usually later in the year, but this time we went the first weekend you could pick Honeycrisp, and oh my. Those apples are so crisp and sweet. We must have brought home at least two dozen apples and they were gone within a week. I've never seen my boys eat so many apples.
Roan called the apples we picked "tree apples" to distinguish them from the apples we buy in the store (and which don't taste as good). Whenever I asked if he wanted an apple he'd shout "yes!" And then he'd say, "only if it's a tree apple Mommy."
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