Brotherly Love October 14, 2008

Last week Mr. Man’s school was hosting their semi-annual book fair.  This is always a big deal, as Mr. Man LOVES him some books.  As Mr. Man, DB, and I were all standing there, looking at the books, a little boy about Mr. Man’s age, and his older brother who was about 7, came sauntering over to us.  The little boy proceeded to get right in DB’s face and roar loudly at her.  Now, living with Mr. Man every day… not much gets to DB.  So, she stood there and stared at the boy.

Mr. Man though, went right up to the boy, got in his face, and said “Don’t do that to my sister… or I will beat you up!”  I of course told Mr. Man that we do not speak that way, but inside, I was thinking “YES!  He is going to stand up for his sister when she needs it!”

Later that night, my parents were over and I was relaying the story to them.  Mr. Man overheard and said “Well, I said that to the younger kid, but I did NOT say that to the bigger kid!”  I started cracking up… he sticks up for his sister, yet even he knows his boundaries!

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He Never Ceases to Amaze Me… June 25, 2008

Sometimes… well a lot of the time, if you just hang out and have fun with Mr. Man, the funniest things will creep out of his mouth.

For instance, last night, he and I were swimming.  First, we pretended that we were in the ocean.  We saw a lot of great white sharks, and narrowly escaped a Parana attack.  Whew!

Next thing I know, our house is a hotel, and we are swimming in the hotel pool.  I asked Mr. Man how much the hotel room cost, and he said $50.00.  I told him what a great deal that was, then asked him how he paid for it.  His response… “Oh… I hooked it up online!”  WHAT?  Um, what 4 1/2 year old says something like that?  Maybe a 4 1/2 year old who’s parents spend too much time on the computer?  I laughed so hard, I almost drowned.

Another kick Cooper is on (since he found out that his friend is going to be a big brother) is NO MORE BABIES.  He has told me numerous times within the past couple of weeks that he does not, under any circumstances want another baby in the house.  He says that he and Doodle are okay, but two is plenty and he does not want anymore.  This is from the same boy who used to want two sisters and two brothers!  I asked him why and he said that babies cry to much!  Then, I asked him about Doodle, and what if she wants a baby brother or sister someday.  He reassured me that she won’t.  I asked him how he was so sure, and he said “Well, because she doesn’t talk… so she can’t ask for one!”

Boys and Bras March 8, 2008

This morning, I am taking a shower, and I step out to find Mr. Man gazing with awe at my bra.  He then picks it up, spins it around, and examines it thoroughly.  I giggle, and ask him what he is doing.  He says “This is so cool.  But… I don’t know how it works.”

My response… “Trust me son.  Some day, you will know.”

The Best Gift… December 5, 2007

The Best Gift…

The best gift
That I ever got
Didn’t really weigh a lot
It didn’t have a ribbon ’round
And it sometimes made the terrible sound
The best of all it seems to me
It wasn’t neath the christmas tree
And yet, I guess I’d have to say
That it made all the other presents twice as gay
The best gift that I’ve ever known
I’d always wanted most to own
Yet in my dreams of sugar and spice
I never thought it could be so nice
The best gift that I ever get
Was sometimes dry and sometimes wet
Was usually pink but oftentimes red
As it lay so innocently in its bed
The best gift of the year to me
The one I hold most dear to me
A gift that simply drove me wild
Was a tiny new born child…

Happy fourth birthday Mr. Man.  You are the best Christmas gift I ever got, and will ever get!!!  My cup runneth over every day that you are in my life… I love you more than you will ever know.

What to Do With This Boy… November 29, 2007

Dandall called me today after dropping Mr. Man off at school and said he had a long talk with Mr. Man’s teacher this morning. 

Every day in his class, they have “circle time” where the kids get in a circle and start to quiet down for story time, or singing, or another activity.  Well, yesterday, apparently, Mr. Man would not quiet down and was causing a ruckus.  His teacher asked him to sit down and he said to her “You are not the boss of me, and you do not make the rules.”

What the heck happened to my sweet boy?  I am horrified, and trying to think of a proper way to teach him that this is not acceptable behavior, or an acceptable way to talk to your peers.  Any advice?

Haircut From Hell November 27, 2007

Whew… it has been a while!  I am planning to catch up with a few different posts… this is the first.  Two weeks ago, after my last post, I took Mr. Man to get his hair cut.  I usually take him to one of those “kiddie” haircut places, which he loves, but they always do such a horrible job on his hair.

So this time, I took him to my brother’s best friend’s wife.  They are actually both hairdressers, and he cuts Dandall and my brother’s hair.  His wife had an opening, so I figured, why not!  Well, she was great, and gave Mr. Man the best haircut he has ever had.

However…

She had new scissors, and also a 9 week old at home, which means lack of sleep, and the two just don’t mix when you are cutting hair.  Even though Mr. Man was completely still (he loves… I mean, loved getting his hair cut), she snipped a chunk out of his ear.  Poor little Mr. Man being the brave boy that he is, barely even cried, although I could tell he was in a lot of pain.  He saved the crying until he got in the car, in which we had to leave w/ a towel on his ear, because even with a Bandaid, it would not stop bleeding.  It stopped about 20 minutes later, and I didn’t freak out too much, because I know ears bleed a lot.

Well, fast forward to later that afternoon.  I finally coax him into letting me take the Bandaid off so I can clean his ear up and take a good look at it.  As soon as I got it half way off, Mr. Man started to scream and his ear gushed blood.  A trip to the Dr. was in order.  I called Dandall to meet me so someone could hold Mr. Man and care for Doodle Bug, which I knew would be impossible for one person to do in Mr. Man’s condition.  So, of course, he meets me, because he is that kind of good guy.  But I can tell that he thinks I am overreacting a bit… until… the Dr. takes the Bandaid off.

The Dr. was great!  He was having a difficult time though seeing what was happening, because Mr. Man’s ear would NOT stop bleeding.  He finally got a look at it and said “well, this really needs stitches, or to be glued, but there is literally no skin left to do that with.  At this point, Dandall and I finally got a look, and we were both so glad we took him to the Dr.

The Dr. tried everything he could to get it to stop bleeding, with no avail, so poor Mr. Man’s ear had to be burned with silver nitrate to cauterize it so it would stop.  It burns like crazy, and Mr. Man was doing everything he could to keep it together.  By the time the Dr. was done… he, Dandall, Mr. Man and I were ALL sweating!  Needless to say, Mr. Man was taken to Target to get some toys after that experience.

After 10 days of antibiotics to ward off infection, and being careful with his ear, Mr. Man is doing MUCH better.  I felt so bad for him though, AND our friend who cut his hair.  She was just gray colored after it happened, and even she bought Mr. Man a gift!  Luckliy though, she doesn’t know how bad it really was, and does not know about the Dr. fiasco.  I am planning on keeping it that way.

The funniest thing though, was the comment Mr. Man made after leaving the Dr.  He said “See mama… I told you we should have gone to the kids haircut place!!!”  Touche’ little man… touche’…

God and Binoculars November 11, 2007

All of a sudden… Mr. Man is obsessed with God.  Well, I guess it’s not all of a sudden, it is since I told him about God putting his sister in my belly.  Every night last week while we were lying in his bed and I was waiting for him to fall asleep, I got bombarded with God questions.  Let me just say that I am not prepared for this!  After all, I myself do not come from a solid religious background (I’ll save that for another post entirely)  I was baptized Catholic almost three years ago, but do not by any means consider myself extremely knowledgeable on the religion yet, or any religion for that matter.   And while Randy is a cradle Catholic, it takes a miracle itself to drag his butt to mass.

So, I ask Mr. Man if he wants to start going to church with me.  Something I haven’t even done in over a year.  He promptly says no.  I tell him that they have free donuts after church, thinking that this information will totally change his mind.  His response was “well… they should have dinosaurs instead of donuts.”  Okay… maybe not.

Then he asks “Mama… how does God see us?”  Oh great, another question!!!  Where is Dandall for all of this stuff, and why do I always get the tough questions? So I tell him that God has special powers and that he can see the whole world from Heaven and watch over us all.  His response… “Ugh… mama!!!  God, like, doesn’t even have binoculars!  He can’t do that!”

I seriously thought I was going to fall out of his bed laughing, but I managed to keep it to a small giggle, for his sake.  That boy I tell you… I love it! 

THE Question… November 4, 2007

One night, last week, I was lying in bed with my sweet boy.  We had just finished his book, and he was getting ready to fall into a peaceful slumber.  He suddenly turned his head to look at me and said “Mommy… how did D get into your belly?”  I thought he asked how she got out of my belly, so I told him that the doctors cut her out of my belly, just like they did with him, and that is why I have my “birth” scar.

He quicky said “No mommy… I mean how did she get in your belly!”  My heart stopped for a second.  Could my three year old really be asking me this question already???  I thought this question wouldn’t come until at least kindergarten!!!

I didn’t have time to think about a perfect response, and Dandall and I hadn’t even discussed yet how we wanted to handle this question.  I thought I still had a few more years… at least!!!

So, I turned to him and told him that God decided it was time for our family to have another baby, so he put little tiny D in my belly, and she grew and grew inside of me until she was ready to be born.  He just looked at me and said “oh… okay!”

Whew… I dodged that bullet… at least for that night.

Today, Dandall was trying to get Doodle Bug to look at him, but Mr. Man was (as usual) in her face.  Dandall said “Hey… can you back up a bit so I can see her at least?  I did make her after all!”  Mr. Man quickly responded “No you didn’t make her daddy… GOD did!”

Tee hee… Dandall and I both got a giggle off of that one, and our cute, smart little Mr. Man!

Staples and Outlet Stores October 30, 2007

Yesterday was a bit traumatic…

For those who don’t know, I do medical transcribing from home.  This is pretty much impossible w/ two kids, but I do what I can. 

Anywho… yesterday, we were all in the office… Doodles on my lap and Mr. Man behind me, playing on the floor.  All of a sudden, I hear this guttural scream.  Mr. Man runs over to me screaming “I stapled my fingers!!!”

What???

Sure enough, somehow, he had gotten the stapler and managed to staple his index finger and middle finger TOGETHER.  The staple in his index finger went all the way through his finger… I could see it coming out the other side.  I tried not to toss my cookies by the site of it, and then I had to pull the staple out.  Not fun for either of us!  Luckily though, it did not bleed very much and  called the Dr. and no tetanus shot was needed.  Thank goodness… a shot would have REALLY put Mr. Man over the edge that he was already teetering on.

I needed to get Mr. Man’s mind off of his throbbing fingers, so we went to his favorite place… the outlet mall.  Why is this his favorite place you wonder?  Because they have a quarter machine filled with cool tattoos like scary tigers that Mr. Man loooooves.  So, he got his tatoo, and I got a couple of cute things for the kiddos from the Carters and Gymboree outlets.  And all was right with the world once again!