Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Cookie Monster, I Mean Taster

Oct. 9, 2010

For Thanksgiving (up hear in Canada we're backwards, we have Thanksgiving before Halloween even gets here) I had all kinds of grand plans. For dinner with my family I was going to make cheesecake and pie and sweet potato casserole. You know what I didn't make: cheesecake and pie and sweet potato casserole. Ok, I did scrape together the casserole, but I was sick (wait, didn't you hear me complaining in the last post, laryngitis AND bronchitis. gross.).

The casserole, it was fantastic. In fact, it's now a family tradition, I can't not make it for Christmas or Thanksgiving because if it's not in my hands I don't get in the door. Well, except for Christmas this year, because for the first time it's at my house, so I can do whatever I damn well please. Sorry, I'm getting side tracked,  I'll get that recipe up for you soon though.

For dinner with the other side (Bo's family), I wanted to make cookies, and while I didn't really feel up to it, I had spent $25 on cookie cutters and icing tools last week so I didn't really have a choice.

You want to know what I did have though? A willing cookie taster. He only wanted the ones with red icing, and only the mini cookies. After one taste he was sold though, and in a very, very good mood!

Hey Mom...can I have another one? I love you

No Mom, I'm not going to smile for your camera just because you gave me another cookie.

Seriously, you're not going to leave me alone unless I smile. 

Fine....but this was a mini cookie, so you only get a mini smile.

Are you serious...there are MORE cookies?!?

Hey Mom...I love you

I'm hurt, I can't believe you think I said that just to get another cookie. he he.

HA HA HA. Ok, yes I did, but I still love you.

Cookie!!!

Wait, what? There aren't any more cookies

Ahh, you got me again. You're such a joker Mom. Now give me another cookie.

laryngitis, bronchitis and fluid, oh my!

Oct. 8, 2010

I may have mentioned before that my kid, well, he's a bit of a goof.

Who? This kid? With the cereal stuck on his bib? Never

You can't tell it here, but he's actually quite sick in these pictures, fluid in the lungs, antibiotics in the belly, and nothing but goofing in his blood.

His grandma got him a new tractor to play with, because he's sick (or just because he pointed at it in the grocery store).

His Momma (Hi, that's me) was also pretty sick here, laryngitis and bronchitis.

But seeing this face...

And this face...

Well, that pretty much cures everything doesn't it.

Look Ma, I can slide!

Oct. 5, 2010

Some nights it's just plain hard to get dinner ready (in general, not just at a reasonable time, because that seems to be an issue every night). Sometimes it's because Oliver's over tired and fussy, sometimes it's because he's having trouble pooping and hurting so he just wants to be held. Sometimes he's a total cuddle monster, and really, what mother wouldn't put off making dinner to spend an hour with her boy snuggled up in her arms.

This night though, well, this night I couldn't get dinner ready because Oliver wanted to show off how good he is on his slide. I just can't say no to this kid so I grabbed the camera and hunkered down for a bit to watch him.


Hey Mom, can you come watch me for a bit?
Sure hunny, of course.

Really Mom, the camera, again. 
Yes Oliver, really. Don't you make me tickle you for that back talk.
The things I have to put up with.

Getting into position...

Getting ready to let go...

And we're off!

And we're done.

It's a pretty short slide after all. 

I put the camera down after this because Oliver decided to tackle me. Then he needed a drink from that sippy cup you see there, then he tackled me again. This pattern pretty much continued for the next 40 minutes, with a few races and chases mixed in for good measure. It was pretty great.

So was the pizza dinner Bo picked up.

Chalkboard Time!

Oct. 3, 2010

Before Oliver was even born I found this fantastic little chalkboard set that sticks on the wall, it was a tree with a bunch of birds (didn't use the birds though, didn't like them). I got it for $15 and felt like I'd stolen it.

Then, when I was at the mall a few weeks ago I I found this cute little chalkboard that sticks on the wall, it was the silohoutte of a dog. I got it $2.50 and I really felt like I'd stolen it.

It's taken me a while, but I finally moved around some of Oliver's toys and found a good spot for it in our upstairs family room. I hate that I waited so long because he absolutely loves it! For the most part he's really good about keeping the chalk off of the walls (sometimes his hand just gets ahead of him). He even insists on putting the chalk back into the tupperware container and putting the lid on when he's done.

This boy, he's too much.


Really, I can colour on this, and I'm not going to be in trouble?





We're still working on it, but over all, not too much chalk on the walls.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Party in Your Pajamas

Oct. 1, 2010

This is what we do on Saturday mornings.

We wake up a little sleepy, so we hold on to our soother a little tighter then usual.

Then we play.

Make a couple of calls.

Laugh at a couple of jokes.

And have a big glass of milk before a late morning nap.


I'm not sure if I've said this before (ok, I know I have). I love Saturday mornings.

The Zoo Chronicals

Sept 26, 2010

Saturday night when we were sitting on the couch Bo said that we should go to the zoo on Sunday because it was supposed to be a nice day, and we probably won't have many of them left before winter. So we did. We called my Mom too and invited her along.

Apparently someone thinks that he's too big for the stroller.

Yeah yeah Bo, whatever. No more pictures, blah blah blah...

Time for the first carousel ride of the day (first of three, dear lord)


He wasn't thrilled to be on this one. Don't get me wrong, this child loves carousels, it's just that the last one he was on was held together with three rusty bolts and spun way too fast and rocked side to side (even though carousels should really not do that), and, he loved it. This was just too slow for him today.

Checking out some monkeys. This trip to the zoo was a blast because for the first time Oliver really paid attention to the animals. It was pretty hilarious watching his face changed from amazed to confused and back to amazed over and over again.

Sorry, I've got to go home now. How can I be expected to focus after looking at this?

Back to walking on his own, he would not hold anyones hand. Little punk.

I'm dreading the day when Oliver's the surprise nose picker in the back of someone else's picture.

My boys. My heart is always wherever these two guys are.

I can see that going through these pictures is going to be very unproductive. This will be my second trip home to hug him. In my mind. Because I'm 50 minutes away at work. Damn it.

He gets this from his Father. Oliver's less interested in the giant turtles in front of him, instead he's focused on pointing out the deficiencies in the ceiling to his Dad.

What the....

I'm just going to have to stop looking at these...I mean, both on them...in one frame...

Again...

And again...this is like a cruel, cruel trick. Like the people who give out raisins for Halloween.

Oh thank goodness, a stink face I can snicker lovingly at.

Damn it.

I'm not sure if he thought this was real...

Or hoped that it was.

At least he didn't scream. 

He did not like whatever that elephant just did. Which I think was scratch he butt on a pole. 


This is how my boy eats. Ok, not really, at least not often. Ok, ok, not all the time. Just once in a while, when he's really hungry.


This is what happens when you say no to Oliver. Yeah, we know, we've screwed something up here.

Right now Oliver and grandma are peacock stalking. It's, like, totally the newest thing.

This is really getting to be too much.

Do you see this man? This is my husband, father of my 10,000 future children. THIS is what I get to go to bed with every night. Good lord am I a lucky women.

Daddy's checking out his old stomping ground (he was managing the renovations here before he switched companies).

DADDY!!!!! THE HIPPOS!!!

Oliver loves the hippos.

What Oliver doesn't like is Mommy distracting him while he's trying to look at the hippos.

Thanks Bo, you're such a good sport. And just think, when you're 102 you'll be able to look back and see 84 pictures that I've taken of you sitting on this hippo at the zoo. Lucky guy!

Oliver trying to get the hippo to talk.

Lucky bastard.
OMG

Did that hippo just TALK to me?

I don't think I'm ok with this...

Nope, I was wrong, I'm cool with it. 

My loins are in a very bad place right now. I think we should have 15 more just like him, so I can watch Bo do this 15 more times.

Daddy, leave me alone...I'm watching Hippos!





Daddy, can you please tell Mommy to stop taking so many damn picture. No Oliver, he can't, because Mommy wears the pants in this relationship.




Grandma didn't estimate the height of this log accurately. Snicker.





Woot! We're out!

This girl seems to be stalking my boy.

She keeps popping up, with her very nice mom, but she's clearly got her sights set on my boy.

This is happening all too often, and I'm not ready for it yet. Shouldn't I at least have until he's a teen ager..

You can tell, she's older too. Cougars, my son has cougars after him! Already!

Air shot!


Oh man.

No Oliver, you can not have a skunk. I don't care how cute you think it is.

Grandma decided to try and make up for the lunch time "no" with some airplane time.

Oliver's very forgiving.

Clearly.


Alright, seriously now, I've got to go.



Daddy hugs are the best hugs.

It's still no to that skunk Oliver.

Bak to the carousel before heading home.


Alright, alright, no more pictures.

After this one.

And this one.

It really was a fantastic day.