10 things you may not know about MY three year old
1. He says blue is his favorite color but if there is something bright yellow he picks it EVERY TIME.
2. He loathes taking naps, but always requires one so as not to turn into a whiny, demon child about six pm. We are at about 3.5/7 for weekly napping.
3. He loves to play doctor, and his diagnostic tool of choice is to take your “fleaflex” and hit your leg with a tiny blue plastic hammer.
4. His favored dinosaur is a tyrannosaurus rex and he will quickly point out to you they are carnivores who eat meat and they lived in the cretaceous period. If I want him to eat meat I tell him it is carrion and he is a T-rex.
5. He takes his shoes off inside without exception, a problem when he first started school.
6. He never enjoys fireworks, bounce houses, hibachi restaurants, or sprinklers–BUT says he likes all four. As soon as he is in the vicinity of any of them? HATE.
7. His favorite ice cream concoction? Swiss chocolate from Marble Slab with “smarshmellows”, Oreo bits, and a cherry on top in a cone. (mine is Swiss chocolate with marshmallows, walnuts, and hot fudge in a cone bowl)
8. While he rarely has potty related accidents, it is like pulling teeth trying to get him to go. Things that work? Peeing on fruit loops, turning off the lights and shining a flash light on the toilet, sitting on the floor in front of him and reading a book, racing with daddy, pretending he is a train and letting off steam, pretending he is a race car and changing his oil. Things that NEVER work? Reasoning with him, pleading, begging, threatening, crying, bribing.
9. He wants to read everything and gets irritated he can’t do it by himself. (yet) We average about 12 books a day–often times some more than once. (NO MORE MATER AND THE GHOST LIGHT!! AGGH!)
10. He is not easy. In fact being his Mama is kind of exhausting, but never boring, and so much fun–and he always saves his best hugs for me.
Filed under The Son | Comments (4)These Friday pictures brought to you by Bronchitis.
I am sick. It sucks and those are enough words to describe how I feel right now. Trust me you do not want details. Ask my hubs, details sound like whining. Instead have some pictures from the pumpkin patch.
Here are a handful that I took same place, same time that do not include my kiddo, but I like them anyway.
Kid on the Beach
We went on vacation over a MONTH ago. I just now re-sized the pictures I took so they would not crash the blog. Sorry about that readers reader Mom! You have been most patient. I took soooo many pictures– these are just from one evening walk The Son and I took while The Hubs…took a nap maybe?
To whom it may concern: Child’s Play
Thank you for playing with my child, really that is not sarcasm. Thank you–he had fun! Thank you for teaching him a new game, but next time there are a few things you might want to consider. When teaching a JUST TURNED THREE year old hide and seek, please mention that it is VITALLY important that the small child first TELL SOMEONE HE IS HIDING.
If you don’t then a child might-for example-hide while his mama is brushing her teeth.
And then the mama might, for example of course, tear her house to shreds looking for said small child who DOES NOT COME WHEN SHE CALLS, even though HE ALWAYS HAS BEFORE. Maybe she even runs around her street shoeless and braless on the off chance that a small child managed to get out back, open heavy fence gate, close heavy fence gate, and run into the street.
It is even possible that a mama might honestly wonder if you could send a TWEET to 911 because her PHONE IS MISSING AND SO SHE CAN’T CALL FOR HELP! (This is the first time in 2 years I have honestly regretted getting rid of our house phone).
Finally, it is possible that the mama we are hypothetically speaking of, thinks to yell at the top of her lungs “OKAY DARLIN’, YOU WIN! MAMA’S TURN TO HIDE AND YOU SEEK!”
She then maybe cries when she hears, “Yay! I won Mama! Now I will count!”
Things a mama may have learned from this (I swear it really was this long) TWENTY MINUTE fiasco?
1. Just because a child has never stopped talking for more than 15 seconds since he was one, does not mean that when hiding, he can’t be completely silent. (This will be remembered when I shh him for the hundredth time at church on Sunday.)
2. That futon in a kids room looks super cute with all of those stuffed animals and huge fluffy pillows–but it is also a very good hiding spot.
3. When you say it is Mama’s turn to hide? A kid is usually not patient enough to wait until you are finished with your heart attack and weeping. He may want you to hide now.
4. Dental hygiene is maybe not as important as first imagined, in fact—it can wait until husbands get home.
Sincerely,
Me
Filed under The Son, To Whom it May Concern, lexapro lexplains it | Comments (6)We could have been at the beach.
Our condo was steps away from a gorgeous beach. If we got sick of the beach, there were outlet shops right across the highway. I saw no reason for us to get in the Huckablazer and drive 45 minutes to the Airforce museum. The thing about having a son is….Mama can be out voted. Dangit. First they appeased me by letting me go parasailing–but then we spent hours here. It was….mind numbingly boring. If I could have seen more history I would have been okay, remember I was a polisci geek–I love history. I saw no history. Three year olds do not like looking at dioramas and maps, they want to see “MORE JET PLANES MAMA!”
Whatever. (sidenote: The Son totally looked at me today and said “Whatever, you can just do what you want.” Who taught him that?!)
Oh, and on the way home we stopped at the navy museum. I did not even bother taking in my camera that time.
Here we have lovely picture of a jet thing. It was cool according to The Hubs.
This is where we spent the bulk of our time. Cock pit training thing.
Some of us were very excited.
Some of us are still talking about it.
How did he know what to do here? I am quite certain that the Wiggles have never covered air warfare.
He told me this button “made the fire that goes POW!” Great. So much for him not knowing about guns.
I wonder if this lever would have ejected me back to the beach?
Back outside to look at the helicopters. Mama gets left behind.
At least I have my camera to keep me company. Why does this say Army if we are at an Airforce museum? Still do not know the answer.
Look! A flower to take pictures of! There are approximately 49 pictures of this hibiscus in my camera–and two of the helicopter. I can’t help it. I am a stereotypical girl–and proud of it. Next time I get dropped off at the condo.
Just Chute Me.
Do you guys have a life list? It is a very trendy thing for bloggers to do now, which is exactly why I don’t have one–but if I did–parasailing would totally be on it. I have wanted to go parasailing since I was aware it even existed–at least twenty years.
When The Husband and I were on our honeymoon, we were going to go parasailing in the Bahamas. We were on the boat. They started putting on our harnesses…and, the boat broke! No parasailing for us that day. The Husband hoped I would forget about it, it seems he never really even WANTED to go pararsailing, he was just going to do it for his new bride! I did NOT forget. I did my research and we found Just Chute Me in Destin. Their reviews were hands down the best. I booked a “flight” for myself and told them I would be bringing two observers along.
We drove out a good ways off shore. Honestly the view from the boat was spectacular, but I did not notice since I had few pterodactyls in my stomach.
My inner dialogue : “This is going to be fun. This is going to be fun. For heavens sake smile so The Son does not freak. If I die, it will be a cool way to go.”
Please do not be blinded by my thighs. We Huckablogs are pale people who firmly believe in sunscreen.
“This is not scary! This is awesome! Beautiful! Peaceful!”
“Ooh. Look! I see fish!”
“No worries, I am having FUN!”
“This is so worth every dime (we got a discount for The Son and all of us were given the coupon rate, it was $90 for all three of us, not including tip–which you should absolutely do.). I have never seen such colors of blue and green.”
“It is impossibly QUIET up here. I am a Mother of a Pre-Schooler, I NEVER hear NOTHING.”
Back on board the boat, someone is not so thrilled his mother is 800 feet up. He wants his mama back.
The boat stopped and I just kinda dangled there.
They had asked if I wanted my toes to get dipped. I said yes. Knees? Yes. Hips? Yes. Back? Um. Shoulders? No. This all seemed fine before I went up and even while I was up in the air–but as they pulled me in to “dip” me? I saw HUGE JELLYFISH!!
I am not exaggerating for blogs sake here–THERE WERE JELLYFISH BIGGER THAN A MIATA. LOTS OF THEM. And I was being “dipped” right on top of them. I was thinking of that scene in Finding Nemo where Marlin and Dory were jumping on top of the jellyfish so as not to get stung. “So stay on top? What was I thinking? You DO NOT TAKE SAFETY ADVICE FROM A PIXAR MOVIE. Well. I hope it does not hurt too bad.”
I had jellyfish all around me, but did NOT get stung once. I think that they were really deep but I could not tell since I was so high when I spotted them. Those sun bleached boat drivers knew exactly what they were doing.
Little boy was glad mama was back. I was glad for the hugs and kisses–but had SO MUCH FUN. I would do it a thousand times more. Just wait–as soon as this kid hits six–we are going together.
It was a good way to spend a Wednesday morning–and we ALL had fun.
Photo credits: The Husband and blond beach bum driver dude. (my camera)
More beach pictures soon!
Filed under Photography, The Husband, The Son, lexapro lexplains it | Comments (3)After Party Jam Session
Um. Guys? Is anyone still out there? It’s me. I know, I know, where the heck have I been?
When I started The Huckablog 20 months ago I was bored. And lonely. And needed a creative outlet. I loved blogging. The thing is that I still love blogging. But I am involved in other things now, and I am not lonely, and am certainly not bored. This is my official excuse for why if my blog was my baby I would have had CPS called on me by now. NEGLECT!
I am going to try and catch up with all of the life that has been happening all around me this week, so stay tuned.
In the mean time–I SWEAR these are the last of the birthday pictures. The party was over. Almost all of the guests were gone and The Son was playing with his new toys. Remember back here when I told you about his guitar obsession? Grammy and Grandpa bought him a guitar. One that has to be tuned and stuff. Uncle JHJ bought him a harmonica. ShoeShe, who was taking advantage of our super comfy couch as a bed that night, pulled out her guitar and there was a jam session in our living room.
Honestly, it was my favorite part of the night. The Son now sings ” I am a C. I am a CH. I am a CHRTEM!” every time he plays his guitar.
