Whoa Mama

Wednesday, May 31, 2006

More Sammy-isms

Sam: Mommy, what kind of truck was that?
Me: What truck?
Sam: The one with the circle tube like a tank on the back , but not a tanker truck.
Me: I don't know. I didn't see it.
Sam: It was a tank on the truck, Mommy. It wasn't a tanker.
Me: <still haven't seen the truck> It was a lawn fertilizer truck.
Sam: What's that?
Me: Fertilizer is medicine for the lawn.
Sam: But Mommy it was a short truck.

get it?? long truck - it took me several minutes!

Tuesday, May 30, 2006


I was getting Sammy ready for bed the other night. As he frequently does, he tooted. Then with no warning, he peed on me!!!!!

I actually had to tell him to stop. He looked down with surprise and stopped. He giggled thoroughly anyway!

Yuck. My son peed on me!!!!

Saturday, May 20, 2006


When we lie down to read at naptime, Sam usually has 47 animals taking up approximately 98.5% of his bed. I usually hop in and tell him, "Shove over, Grover"

Yesterday, I went in and, Sam pre-empted me with "There's no room, Grover."

Thursday, May 18, 2006

My Four...

Insightful little exercise…

Four jobs I have had in my life:
1. Ice Cream Scooper
2. Social Worker
3. Waitress
4. Marketer

Four movies I could watch over and over:
1. Princess Bride
2. Goonies
3. Sliding Doors
4. Dangerous Liaisons

Places I have lived:
1. Ivoryton, CT
2. Boston, MA
3. Aurora, NY
4. Buffalo, NY

Four TV shows I love to watch:
1. Law & Order: Criminal Intent
2. Grey’s Anatomy
3. House
4. Third Watch

Four places I have been on vacation:
1. Paradise Island, Bahamas
2. London, England
3. Carcassone, France
4. Martha’s Vineyard

Four websites I visit daily:
1. The Body Shop at Home
2. fantasy fashion league
3. www.abc.com/daytime
4. weightwatchers.com

Four of my favorite foods:
1. Lobster
2. Sushi
3. Everything bagel egg sandwiches
4. Raspberries

Four places I would rather be right now:
1. Any beach
2. Massage table
3. Running
4. Any place that serves champagne

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

The plural is...

In the car, Sam asked me if I would "pull down that hook and put a clo on it. Then the sun wouldn't be in (his) eyes." I said, "which hook?" He replied, "that one where you can hang a clo." OK, I thought, he meant what he said. I rolled it around in my head for a minute to realize that he was talking about the clothes hook.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

What's Going on Behind My Back

I won a t-shirt from my company, whose motto was printed on the back. I wore it to an exercise class where I join a group of women and all of our babies in strollers in the mall. I have a triple jogging stroller and the children to fill it. A bright red FULL triple jogging stroller. It *IS* an unusual sight but have gotten used to comments.

But recently, I noticed a particularly raucous group of people laughing in my direction. It made more sense when one read outloud the motto printed on the back:

Thursday, May 11, 2006

Allow me to explain

At the risk of plagerizing, I am re-posting this picture after Scott's detailed account of our Thomas adventure. When the full blown, overtired, over-stimulated, chain reaction meltdown occured, Sam balled up on the floor in a very uncharacteristic expression of distress. Aidan, also unglued and wanting to do everything Sam does, thought throwing himself on the floor seemed like a good idea.

The punchline here is that there was absolutely nothing wrong with Noah. He walked out, tired and confused, and thought they were having a game. He flopped down too, let out a little simper to lend his support, but couldn't muster up enough anxiety for real tears. You see him above (on the right) checking to see what he is supposed to do next.

That was just the beginning of the week......

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

In with both feet

Monday after reading, prepping, planning, stocking up on goldfish crackers, piling up big boy underpants, we did not put diapers on and dove into potty training.

We put big boy pants on their big teddy bears and rewarded the bears with goldfish for keeping them clean and dry. This went well. We played, read, drank juice, and rewarded clean and dry boys. Then the juice kicked in and things really picked up. No major changes, but they were getting it. Neither of them particularly like being dirty or wet. They also dig wearing underpants with Nemo and Thomas on them.

When I briefly left them to answer the phone, Noah pooped and ran to me to tell me. It was in the bathroom so I felt that was positive. Clean underpants and a couple of goldfish and on we go.

They were playing in the living room and I was getting out the crayons in the kitchen. They were eerily quiet. I came out to find them body buttering themselves and the table.

We moved to coloring at the kitchen table. Smart move by me since the kitchen floor is tile, as opposed to hardwoods or carpet like the rest of the house. Daddy came downstairs and Noah peed all over the floor. We cleaned up the boy and the mess and Scott was off to pick up Sam.

In the 30 minutes between the time Scott left and came back, I washed the floor three more times. Yes 3 more times!!!

Lunch then ahhh precious nap time. I confess: I was really happy to put them in diapers.

9 pairs of underwear for them and three pajama bottoms for me, but I was feeling positive, even perky after the shower.

After nap, Noah woke up and said, "Popppy!" (translation: potty) Awesome!!

All in all, things were looking good. The kitchen floor was freakishly clean. The boys were kind of into it.

Until Tuesday, when Aidan lost it first thing in the morning about putting his big boy pants on. OK, diaper until after breakfast. Not the consistency I'm looking for. Also Sammy was home, so I was sort of ceding to lots of Sesame Street.

Sammy just didn't understand. He was feeling really neglected and showed it. Which I may have been able to work with, were it not for walking into the bathroom with A & N dangling from the pedistal sink naked chanting, "hanging". Without detailing all the ugly, the morning ended with Aidan and Noah in diapers and us all letting off lots of steam in the back yard.

The icing on the cake was the full potty of pee we found that night. It was Sammy's. We'll try again in the fall when Sam was in school.