Wednesday, December 29, 2010
It's gooey, and messy, and sticky. I have multiple permanently stained shirts from the stuff getting on me. There are oil stains on Payne's bedroom walls from him flailing an arm or kicking a leg while I was putting it on him after his bath, and this was when he would still lie relatively still on his changing table!
We have tons of pictures of Payne as an infant where he looks, well, sort of artificially shiny, like this. Thanks Aquaphor!
(Ok, so maybe it's not that obvious in this picture and I just posted it because it's cuuuute! And, um, potentially larger than life size.)
I was thrilled when he grew out of needing the maligned goop, and Cetaphil after baths is all that is required normally. Unfortunately, when we visit West Texas the dry air is too much for his skin (God help him if he ever moves to Colorado, or Arizona, or Utah, or, like, anywhere that isn't a veritable swamp) and I have to start up the Aquaphor again. So we've been applying it after baths for a couple of nights now.
OH MY LORD. PUTTING THAT STUFF ON A TWO YEAR OLD IS NOT THE SAME AS PUTTING IT ON AN INFANT.
Payne throws his body around. I'm desperately trying to confine him to the towel I know I can wash on hot, while he tries his best to reach the carpet that isn't mine. Payne tries to "howp" me apply it. This involves rubbing the grease from his legs onto his hands and smearing it around all over, and if history serves as an appropriate model he will eventually rub it in his hair. I have to apply it to his bottom half, diaper and clothe it, and then apply it to his top half, and scramble to throw his shirt over his head before he smears it all over his pajama bottoms. I've had to recruit Dan to perform a three ring circus act of entertainment combined with continuous toddler hand swiping on the unfortunate Aquaphor recieving towel. I made the fatal mistake of wearing a dry clean only sweater while performing this dance tonight, and howled in a truly defeated fashion when Payne kicked me square in the merino wool with a gooey leg.
I broke a sweat folks. In December. Over a moisturizing product.
Monday, December 27, 2010
Christmas went really well. Payne got lots of presents. Of course the best gift of all was three whole days with his four cousins. We could barely convince him to take breaks from playing in order to eat and sleep. I'm pretty sure he lived on sippies of milk for a good 48 hours.
Of all of the gifts Payne recieved, his favorite is none of them (of course). He has been playing nonstop with his Grandpa's cane since we arrived in town. He grabs it, squeals "Pop-op. Cane!" and then happily marches around the house with it, nearly causing multiple head injuries to innocent passers by as he goes.
Now, his older male cousins have taken him under their wing and have taught him a thing or two. At one point on Christmas evening, the three boys were each running around the house with a cane, stopping to hold it like a rifle, and making shooting noises at each other. You can imagine that a 2 year old running around, holding a cane longer than his own body up to his armpit, and yelling "pshoo! pshoo! pshoo!" is absolutely mind blowingly funny. It certainly added to the picture that Payne was shirtless.
Another episode of The Cane Wars with more clothing involved, unfortunately.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
"Piwwy" as the pillow has lovingly been monikered, is necessary for all vegging on the couch opportunities. Piwwy must be arranged for proper back and neck support at all times, and dachshunds are NOT to touch "him" under penalty of much yelling and arm flailing (which naturally freaks them the hell out since they've caught many a tiny fist to the snout) on the part of Payne, dedicated lover and protector of stuffed objects.
If I tell Payne he needs a diaper change his response is "Ipe-err? Piwwy!" and he trots off to his room, grabs his beloved, brings the pillow to wherever I'm waiting (a bit exasperated at this point) with his diapering supplies. He carefully places Piwwy on the floor, then painstakingly takes a seat and leeeaaans back until he is lying with head, shoulders and back on his pillow. One must have appropriate ergonomic support for diapering breaks, naturally!
The dynamic duo soaking in an episode of Super Why.
Oh,and Dan bought "me" (really, imagine finger quotes and an eyeroll here) a new little camera so that you won't be subjected to any more visual garbage produced by my cell phone. So now I can share more gorgeous photos of Payne, like this!
Monday, December 20, 2010
He will pick every tiny sliver of shredded lettuce of of a tortilla before putting it in his mouth. Although his fingers are covered in sour cream, he will doggedly flick and flick until he manages to fling the lettuce off of his hand.
He can have a huge mouthful of food, and (because of some toddler specific super sensory node yet to be discovered), make a face when he encounters a microscopic speck of the maligned vegetable family. Of course, this results in him spitting out half of the mouthful, digging through it, removing the offending item, and shoving it all back in his mouth.
We offer him everything we eat. We do not make him a special meal if he won't eat ours. He is completely unperturbed by not eating at all if a meal doesn't include fruit, dairy, or potatoes. Oh, but he HATES mashed potatoes, which I find hilarious since he loves hash brown casserole.
Let me get this straight:
-Smushed up potatoes loaded with butter and salt and milk: Disgusting, gag worthy swill.
- Finely riced and sort of smushed potatoes loaded with butter, salt, milk and cheese: Food of the Gods.
(sigh) This little boy ate room temperature green beans straight from the can.
Ok, now that I'm staring at his sweet face I feel kind of bad that I had him do that.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
I was dusting in here today and was seriously picking my way through the room. Like, dodging under and hopping over stuff. I told Dan if I find any small dead mammals in there I'm contacting "Hoarders: Buried Alive".
Well, all of this chaos is for a deep artistic purpose, right? Serious photographer Dan is very serious. For example, that tiny thing on the table with the light boxes around it must be fine art in the making. Let's take a closer look, maybe get a window into the mind of a genius.
Well, at least the end result looked pretty cool. I'm going to label it as "Pop Art". Yes.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
"Dis my bed! I seep herr!"
Whaaaat!? Dan and I both looked at each other dumbfounded. He's never said something that complex before!
I guess we just have to buy him an $800 gift each time we want him to have an explosion of verbal expression. Oh, and no. We didn't let him sleep in the new bed, despite his excellent communication of his desire to do so. We're motivation crushers. (evil cackle)
Payne "howping" put our old bed frame up in the guest bedroom. When he actually lined up the bolt up with the socket and it snapped in place he went "OooOOOoooh!". Ha!
(Note the little boys dream shoes from yesterday's post. Maybe they're magical too.)
He moved his unfinished wooden steps over tile silently. They're normally very loud when pushed around. I was four feet away with my back turned for not even a minute!
The finger on the scrolley wheel slays me. At least I caught him before he got that e-mail out to Child Protective Services. (Glances from side to side)
Also, you've discovered how cluttered my kitchen is. Crap. I hate that damn spikey plant! I've tried to set it out on the deck to die multiple times but Dan always discovers it and admonishes me. It's two freaking years old! I guess now would be the time to admit I'm generally openly resentful towards houseplants. heh heh.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
(the missing arm was lost as a result of typical toddler vibration)
Payne loves to go get his "sooze", go get mine, go get his Dad's, shove them on his feet, shove them on my feet, shove them on Dan's feet. He gets exceptionally mad if he's unsuccessful when wearing adult shoes, and will cry, then yell for "howp!".
The shoe love was taken to a new high recently though. My parents bought him these.
Oh sweet Mother of God. They have a dinosaur on them. They have a dino track on the sole. They have eyes; eyes that LIGHT UP. Payne took one look at these and fell in love. He now merrily stomps his way around the house and bends over double (butt straight up in the air) so he can watch the eyes flash from as close of a vantage point as possible.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Then I realized it was great for confining the dogs to a tiled area on rainy days when we were out of the house (Ethel is a bit of a princess and won't do her business outside when it rains). Incidentally, we ended up replacing the original wooden gate with a metal one, because Psycho When Confined Ethel scratched and chewed her way partially through the wooden one.
Then the laundry room sort of morphed into my happy place. I have a weird fixation with laundry. I like how warm the clothes are coming out of the dryer, I like how good they smell, and I like the mindless repetition of hanging, folding, sorting.... I just like doing laundry. So, whenever I'm getting stuff out of the dryer I close the baby gate behind me and have a few zen moments.
Sometimes Payne is ok with me doing this, sometimes not so much.
Today was a "not so much" day:
We had just built a Duplo Kitty and Puppy traveling cage (it was ingenius!) and he ripped it apart bit by bit and threw it at me. And really, I was so absorbed in my scented fabric based meditation that I didn't even notice what he was doing until I turned around to leave!
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Then around midnight this happened.
We managed to stay up until 2 a.m. though. We're all pretty proud of ourselves.
Friday, December 10, 2010
Well, he's started making a valiant effort, by combining the first half of "car" with the last half of "truck".
Which equals: cah-ck.
Say it a few times fast. Yes, it's what you think it sounds like.
He looooves pointing out big trucks on the road too, and even called one Daddy's truck! Oh yes he did.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
When in a public restroom with a caregiver. Payne will ask loudly and clearly "(insert name of caregiver here) poop?". Awesome.
He also likes to yell "poop!" anytime I'm changing his diaper in public.
Oh, and on Tuesday I about laughed my butt off, because he was watching Stella wander around in the back yard through the window, and very solemnly declared "Dog, poop".
Poop is serious business, folks.
And then, AND THEN a couple of weeks ago Payne was playing in the back yard while Dan fried some chicken in the turkey fryer to get more use out of the 3 gallons of oil that were in there. Payne was sitting next to me in a rocking chair and Dan said he was playing with a rock. I looked, and it was SO NOT A ROCK (gag). My child was holding a small piece of fossilized dog poo. I swear to you the backyard had been cleaned the day before. (gag, gag, gag)
There is poop in his hand in this picture and we didn't even know yet.
Ugh. I'm still grossed out about this. As Dan said, my perception of this set of photos will forever be tainted. heh heh.
I had to update: Payne was just sitting behind me in my office chair and he pulled back my jeans, looked down my pants and said "poop". No, fortunately I had not pooped my pants, but I guess it's fun to pretend. Ha!
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
It's too cute, and it makes me feel really bad to turn down the cuteness if I'm making dinner or something.
I mean, could you turn him down? With this face and a furious pat at the chair while asking you to "siiiit"? No. No you could not.
He asks me to share that recliner with him all the time because we used to share it when he was a lot smaller, side by side. Now, "sharing" it means I'm sitting entirely on one hip, with one arm up on the back so I don't fall over, while he lounges, blissfully unaware of my discomfort. Harumph.
Monday, December 6, 2010
I go to the kitchen and make two quesadillas.
I turn around and see this.
The only viable explanation is otherwordly assistance. I refuse to believe he can do this on his own (frankly, I don't want to face what that indicates about my future housekeeping).
Hmm, maybe I can trap a few and get them to do my dishes overnight.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
"My hoe dit!" (My hold it)
"Da-ee hoe dis?" (Daddy hold this)
"Go Da-ee cah" (Go in Daddy's car)
"Ma goway!" (Mama go away)
"My puddit way/My nigh way" (I put it away/I put my blankie away)
A few two word phrases that crack me up too:
"Own it!" (Open it. This might be directly related to his recent birthday.)
"Pay toys!" (Play toys)
"No! Paaaaay!" (I would like to stay longer at the park/play area please) Ha.
"Daddy toss/shoos/cah/eeet" (He sort of likes to talk about Dan.)
"Ed-dow! Siiiiiit!" (this involves furious patting of some desired sitting surface for Ethel.)
"Cose it!" (Close it. He adores running around and shutting doors.)
Some single words he's picked up recently:
"Teef" (when asking to brush his teeth)
"Joose!" (Juice. It was only a matter of time.)
"Bear" (Clear as a bell, and he can spot them anywhere. He pointed out a bear shaped shrub the other day!)
"Gook" (No really, that's how he says book.)
"Bizz" (His word for his toy drills, because they buzz.)
Oh, and how could I forget "poop"? Ha ha. He loves to yell that one at inopportune times.
On Friday, when he woke up from getting ear tubes put in, he looked at me, held his hand up to his ear and said "booo!" (boo boo) with such a surprised little expression on his face. It broke my heart! He was a champ though and was fine within an hour.
(Cotton ears. Shortly after my Mom took this picture we got Payne some Sprite and his life was complete)
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Thursday, December 2, 2010
I get him up, get him dressed, and go into the kitchen to get his milk. I turn around to see him dragging his pillow out from his bedroom. He lays it down on the floor very carefully and then plops down on it, in a manner of complete and abject self pity.
I think I shall enter this photo in a contest, and title it "True Suffering".
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Apparently Payne had too much fun with Pappy and Granny today, and didn't take a long enough nap. Dan picked him up and made him dinner, which he was happily eating until Dan noticed Payne had tucked his hands behind himself and nodded off a bit. His head nodded, and nodded,.....and nodded; sloooowly inching down towards the table (at this point Dan was trying to silently laugh and take a picture at the same time).
His forhead finally made contact with pot pie, but this only caused him to snap up a little higher, not wake up. Eventually the goo on his forehead woke him up, his face still about three inches from the table top. He wakes up still leaning over, spies a chunk of chicken, and pops it right in his mouth without sitting up. I guess the chicken was just enough motivation to keep him awake, and he proceeded to clean his plate.
He's never fallen asleep at the table before! I missed a very important milestone, dangit!