Yesterday was Tyler's half birthday.
We celebrated with a Boys Day at the zoo.
He is 18 months old now... halfway to three.
And keeping me on my toes.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Conversations...
During our dinner at Red Robin tonight... Tucker pointed to the very cute, very feminine little girl sitting across the aisle from us (very much within listening distance).
Tuck: Look, Mommy! A little boy!
Me: No, Tuck, she's a girl.
T: Boy.
Me: No, she's a girl.
T: Boy.
Me: Girl. She's a girl. What are you?
T: A girl.
Me: No, you're a boy. And daddy's a boy, and Tyler's a boy. What is mommy?
T: A boy.
Me: No, I'm not, and neither is she.
*****
Upon leaving Red Robin, we always make a big deal about letting go of the balloon he received upon entering the restaurant. Starting mid-meal, we talk about counting to three, letting go, and watching the balloon go up-up-up in the sky.
We do this every time, and Tuck is pretty sure it's what you do with balloons. We have let many, many of them go in this fashion.
Tonight, as he let go, he shouted up into the sky, "Bye, Balloon! Go see your mommy!"
*****
We needed to buy diapers tonight. We were down to the last two in the house, which is dangerously low. Thankfully, we are only buying diapers for Tyler. (But don't let me fool you. We buy Pull-ups for Tucker. But we're buying fewer and fewer, since they stay dry for longer and longer. It's progress.)
We had a family date, complete with the said dinner out and then a mall crawl. Robb and I reminded each other may times throughout the night: we need to go to the store to buy diapers and milk. Two minds are better than one, and we could not start another day without a fresh supply of both.
Diapers. Milk. Don't forget.
As we were leaving the mall, this conversation ensued:
Me: Tuck, let's put on your jacket. Time to go home.
T: No, not home, Mommy. Store.
M: Right. You are so right. We'll go to the store. What do we need to buy?
T: Diapers.
M: And?
(thinking... thinking...thinking...)
T: Toys.
Nice try, kiddo.
Tuck: Look, Mommy! A little boy!
Me: No, Tuck, she's a girl.
T: Boy.
Me: No, she's a girl.
T: Boy.
Me: Girl. She's a girl. What are you?
T: A girl.
Me: No, you're a boy. And daddy's a boy, and Tyler's a boy. What is mommy?
T: A boy.
Me: No, I'm not, and neither is she.
*****
Upon leaving Red Robin, we always make a big deal about letting go of the balloon he received upon entering the restaurant. Starting mid-meal, we talk about counting to three, letting go, and watching the balloon go up-up-up in the sky.
We do this every time, and Tuck is pretty sure it's what you do with balloons. We have let many, many of them go in this fashion.
Tonight, as he let go, he shouted up into the sky, "Bye, Balloon! Go see your mommy!"
*****
We needed to buy diapers tonight. We were down to the last two in the house, which is dangerously low. Thankfully, we are only buying diapers for Tyler. (But don't let me fool you. We buy Pull-ups for Tucker. But we're buying fewer and fewer, since they stay dry for longer and longer. It's progress.)
We had a family date, complete with the said dinner out and then a mall crawl. Robb and I reminded each other may times throughout the night: we need to go to the store to buy diapers and milk. Two minds are better than one, and we could not start another day without a fresh supply of both.
Diapers. Milk. Don't forget.
As we were leaving the mall, this conversation ensued:
Me: Tuck, let's put on your jacket. Time to go home.
T: No, not home, Mommy. Store.
M: Right. You are so right. We'll go to the store. What do we need to buy?
T: Diapers.
M: And?
(thinking... thinking...thinking...)
T: Toys.
Nice try, kiddo.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Prayer Requests
Each night, as we tuck him into bed, Tucker lists off the people he wants to pray for.
Last night, I thought I could stealthily slide right into the prayer without his input... I do realize this is not a great practice as we teach him to intercede for others. But never fear - he interrupted and demanded that I lift many people to the Lord for him. As soon as I folded my hands, he recognized the cue and began calling his list.
"Mommy! Mommy! Pray for Mason, Reece, B, Jen... Grandma, Poppa... Abby... and Mickey Mouse."
Mickey Mouse made the list. We prayed for Mickey Mouse last night.
Come to think of it, maybe he's not that far off. I thank God for the Disney Channel almost everyday.
Last night, I thought I could stealthily slide right into the prayer without his input... I do realize this is not a great practice as we teach him to intercede for others. But never fear - he interrupted and demanded that I lift many people to the Lord for him. As soon as I folded my hands, he recognized the cue and began calling his list.
"Mommy! Mommy! Pray for Mason, Reece, B, Jen... Grandma, Poppa... Abby... and Mickey Mouse."
Mickey Mouse made the list. We prayed for Mickey Mouse last night.
Come to think of it, maybe he's not that far off. I thank God for the Disney Channel almost everyday.
Um, not so much.
At a parent-teacher conference today, I learned that Tucker told Miss Jill, his teacher, that he is a girl.
On a formal assessment. Like, the kind that will go into His File. Great.
He also played with my hair today and said, "Good boy, Mommy. Good boy."
Clearly, we need to define some things around here.
On a formal assessment. Like, the kind that will go into His File. Great.
He also played with my hair today and said, "Good boy, Mommy. Good boy."
Clearly, we need to define some things around here.
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