Thursday, June 21, 2012

Toddler Play

Trying to play with a toddler is like trying to play with a Schizophrenic...

Toddler pulls out his giant bin of cars and dumps them on the ground. Mommy grabs the race track and puts it together. Toddler races 3 cars, crashes 2 together then runs off to cook something in his kitchen.

Toddler wants to wear his apron while cooking. Mommy ties apron on toddler as he races to his tool bench.

Drill and hammer are used for 2.5 nanoseconds, then tossed aside to run around the living room dragging a stuffed dog on a leash.

Dog gets abandoned as the contents of the book shelf are emptied on to the floor. Toddler scoffs when it is suggested we could read one of the 50 books scattered across the floor.

Flashcards are spotted and tossed around like flower petals at a wedding.

Mommy collapses on the floor as Hurricane Parker finishes destroying the living room.

Monday, June 18, 2012


We have been trying to get Parker to say two and hold up two fingers when people ask him how old he is, but haven't had much luck.

Last night, after getting home an hour after bedtime, Parker was fighting the usual bedtime routine. I told him it was bedtime and we were going to brush teeth, get into pj's, and read one book. That little booger furrowed his brows, held up two fingers and said, "Two!"

And sure enough, we read two books before bed.

Friday, June 1, 2012

I learned it by watching you!

Parker is really starting to voice his opinions and is more than happy to let you know when you piss him off. If you happen to be sitting where he wants to sit, blocking his path, or standing with you foot over the shower drain when he is trying to pour a cup of water down said drain; he will furrow his brow, pout his lips, yell "mooooove!" and try to push you out of the way.

As you can imagine, I am not happy with the mooooove rudeness. I have been trying to correct the behavior and telling him "you don't need to be rude!" This has been going on for a few weeks and I haven't been able to break him of this terrible habit.  Last night, I asked him "who taught you to act like this!?" Then, this morning while trying to get ready, the dogs were following me around and seemed to always be in my way. Frustrated, I yelled "move!" and tried to push Ike out of the way.

Well shit, the incredibly rude bad influence appears to be me.

Awesome, now I have to remember to say please and thank you to two slobbering dogs!