Ry looking at a picture of a friend playing in the ocean : "what hims doing?"
Me: playing in the ocean
Ry: Where hims surfboard??
Ry: Daddy no have boobies
Me: what does he have?
Ry: a chest
I was making pancakes and Ry asks "what that?"
Me: baking soda
Ry: I want BACON soda!!!!!
Yesterday we went to six flags discovery kingdom, Ry got to feed an elephant a cookie. He went to daycare today, and he told everyone that he got lost and pulled an elephant's tail
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
Potty training
We've been trying to potty train Ry for a while now, but we're not pushing too hard. Its just so hard for me with C being attached to me all the time. Although C is getting much more independent and wouldn't mind hanging out on the floor by himself for 5 minutes every half hour when Ry has to pee.
Last night I was reading to Ry and he picked out one called the Big Book of Words, or something like that. It was a book that he used to look at pictures when he was a baby. One page had a bunch of different foods and on that page was a big old pile of candy. Ry said "I want a big jelly bean!!" I said "you can have two when you poopoo in the potty" he continued to look through the book pointing out various animals and inanimate objects. After he finished the book he said "I go poopoo in potty!" I was skeptical at first, wondering if he was just trying to get out of bedtime, but I figured, hey why not, and put him on the potty. I left him for a minute to give him privacy (with the door open and me listening in the hallway) and I heard a PLOP! He pooped in the potty!!! He was thrilled with himself and even more thrilled that he was getting jelly beans.
Tonight after his bath, Ry told me he wanted to poopoo in the potty, so I let him sit there again while I was getting Colton dressed for bed. The bathroom door was open so I coul hear;
"arrrrrrghhhhh, come on, come on poopoo!" I went to check on him after a few seconds of silence
"did you go?"
"no I dont have to go poopoo"
"ok lets go get ready for bed"
"I get two jelly beans?"
"no, jelly beans are for when you go poopoo"
"But I TRIED!!"
Last night I was reading to Ry and he picked out one called the Big Book of Words, or something like that. It was a book that he used to look at pictures when he was a baby. One page had a bunch of different foods and on that page was a big old pile of candy. Ry said "I want a big jelly bean!!" I said "you can have two when you poopoo in the potty" he continued to look through the book pointing out various animals and inanimate objects. After he finished the book he said "I go poopoo in potty!" I was skeptical at first, wondering if he was just trying to get out of bedtime, but I figured, hey why not, and put him on the potty. I left him for a minute to give him privacy (with the door open and me listening in the hallway) and I heard a PLOP! He pooped in the potty!!! He was thrilled with himself and even more thrilled that he was getting jelly beans.
Tonight after his bath, Ry told me he wanted to poopoo in the potty, so I let him sit there again while I was getting Colton dressed for bed. The bathroom door was open so I coul hear;
"arrrrrrghhhhh, come on, come on poopoo!" I went to check on him after a few seconds of silence
"did you go?"
"no I dont have to go poopoo"
"ok lets go get ready for bed"
"I get two jelly beans?"
"no, jelly beans are for when you go poopoo"
"But I TRIED!!"
Monday, June 13, 2011
one fish two fish dead fish...
We had such a busy weekend!! Friday night we went to the nativity carnival, Saturday was Wyatt's birthday (see previous post on what went down there), Sunday we went to the San Mateo County Fair, and today (monday) we stayed home and i tried to clean but didnt get anywhere because neither kid would nap.
At the nativity carnival I saw some kids walking around carrying fish and I thought it would be fun if Ry got to win one. Rex said he didn't want to take care of a fish but he said that if Ry won it by himself (he had to throw the ping pongs in the fishbowl) we could keep the fish. Low and behold Ry threw the first of 5 ping pongs in a little fish bowl. So we were handed a litle goldfish in a plastic cup with a lid on it (what ever happened to fishes that come in plastic bags?) Ry was so excited with his new pet. He wanted to carry the cup around with him. After a couple tips and spills (literally 30 seconds after he got his hands on it) we took the fish away and put him in the cupholder of the stroller. Ry ran around riding some rides with his buddy Jax and when we got home we put the fish on the coffee table where Ry could look at him. I asked him what he'd call his fish and he said "Green Fishie" Ry wanted to take him out of the cup and hold him and we had to explain that this pet wasn't a cuddly pet like Meowzer and couldn't be taken out of the water. He seemed to accept that but we put the poor fishie on the kitchen counter just in case Ry "forgot." Ry wanted to watch him all night long but I told him that Green Fishie had to go to sleep. I filled up a fancy vase with water and let that sit over night to get to ambient temperature. In the morning I put the fish in the new bowl. Ry woke up and saw the fish swimming contentedly in the bowl. He exclaimed "my fishie is awake!" We went off to Wyatt's birthday party and when we got home, poor Green Fishie was laying at the bottom of the vase. Ry didn't seem to care much about his fish at that point (he was just laying around being boring after all)
Sunday morning, Rex flushed the fish and didn't tell Ry about it, we went about our morning cleaning and getting ready to go to the fair and Ry never asked for it. We got home from the fair, ate dinner and still no mention of the fish. I thought we were in the clear. This morning however, I was making Ry some waffles for breakfast and he comes into the kitchen and asks:
Ry: where's my fishie?
Me: what fishie?
Ry: GREEN Fishie!!
Me: He missed his family and went to live with Nemo
Ry: Him's in the TV?
Me: NO! He went to the ocean!
Ry: He was sad?
Me: yeah he missed his family and was sad.
Ry: Oh...
Thats the last we heard of that... I'm not sure if he'll bring him up again.
At the nativity carnival I saw some kids walking around carrying fish and I thought it would be fun if Ry got to win one. Rex said he didn't want to take care of a fish but he said that if Ry won it by himself (he had to throw the ping pongs in the fishbowl) we could keep the fish. Low and behold Ry threw the first of 5 ping pongs in a little fish bowl. So we were handed a litle goldfish in a plastic cup with a lid on it (what ever happened to fishes that come in plastic bags?) Ry was so excited with his new pet. He wanted to carry the cup around with him. After a couple tips and spills (literally 30 seconds after he got his hands on it) we took the fish away and put him in the cupholder of the stroller. Ry ran around riding some rides with his buddy Jax and when we got home we put the fish on the coffee table where Ry could look at him. I asked him what he'd call his fish and he said "Green Fishie" Ry wanted to take him out of the cup and hold him and we had to explain that this pet wasn't a cuddly pet like Meowzer and couldn't be taken out of the water. He seemed to accept that but we put the poor fishie on the kitchen counter just in case Ry "forgot." Ry wanted to watch him all night long but I told him that Green Fishie had to go to sleep. I filled up a fancy vase with water and let that sit over night to get to ambient temperature. In the morning I put the fish in the new bowl. Ry woke up and saw the fish swimming contentedly in the bowl. He exclaimed "my fishie is awake!" We went off to Wyatt's birthday party and when we got home, poor Green Fishie was laying at the bottom of the vase. Ry didn't seem to care much about his fish at that point (he was just laying around being boring after all)
Sunday morning, Rex flushed the fish and didn't tell Ry about it, we went about our morning cleaning and getting ready to go to the fair and Ry never asked for it. We got home from the fair, ate dinner and still no mention of the fish. I thought we were in the clear. This morning however, I was making Ry some waffles for breakfast and he comes into the kitchen and asks:
Ry: where's my fishie?
Me: what fishie?
Ry: GREEN Fishie!!
Me: He missed his family and went to live with Nemo
Ry: Him's in the TV?
Me: NO! He went to the ocean!
Ry: He was sad?
Me: yeah he missed his family and was sad.
Ry: Oh...
Thats the last we heard of that... I'm not sure if he'll bring him up again.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
I want to beat my husband
I want to beat my husband. I want to take my fists and pound them into his chest, and I want to slap him senseless. I want to pin him down and hit him. And right now I think he'd let me. He'd totally understand, and I bet it would make him feel better for what he did.
Today was Wyatt's birthday party. When we go out in public, I take care of Colton while Rex watches Ry. The party was at a big park and they had a bouncy house. Ry LOVES the bouncy house. We were sitting around the picnic tables talking, Ry was feeding Wyatt some of his lollipop and scooting around the ground on his knees. I went to sit in the shade with Colton to nurse him. I was watching the kids play in the bouncy house and started watching a couple who was arguing outside the bounce house. Rex got up and went to the bouncy house, he was looking inside... I took a quick scan of the picnic tables, no Ry, I saw that Rex was still scanning all the kids in the bouncy house. I quickly covered up and ran over to Rex. Sharon took Colton and we all scattered to look for Ry. All I could think was that he got into the street and a car would hit him, someone kidnapped him, he fell into the creek, he got hit by the train that goes around the park.
I ran to the carousel to tell one of the workers that there was a missing child. He asked me what he was wearing and I said he was wearing a hawaiian shirt he's blonde with a shaved head. As soon as I spit out that information I just ran and kept looking. I ran over the train tracks and into another picnic area when Rex's aunt Jen called to me that they found him. I turned around to run back to Ry but the train gates had lowered keeping me in. I just wanted to run through and grab Rylan, and beat Rex all at the same time. When the gates finally opened I ran to get Rylan and told Rex that he was very lucky we were in a public place because I was about to beat his ass. The entire ride home I cried and couldnt even LOOK at Rex. I dont understand how he was "watching" Ry. There were so many times that I have told Rex that he can't take his eyes off of him for a single SECOND. He always does that. I walk out in the back yard and Rylan is playing alone when Rex is in the garage not paying attention. He just doesn't understand that a two year old can get into trouble in litterally ONE second.
I still want to beat my husbands ass. Usually writing and thinking things out helps. But I'm really sick of his bullshit
Today was Wyatt's birthday party. When we go out in public, I take care of Colton while Rex watches Ry. The party was at a big park and they had a bouncy house. Ry LOVES the bouncy house. We were sitting around the picnic tables talking, Ry was feeding Wyatt some of his lollipop and scooting around the ground on his knees. I went to sit in the shade with Colton to nurse him. I was watching the kids play in the bouncy house and started watching a couple who was arguing outside the bounce house. Rex got up and went to the bouncy house, he was looking inside... I took a quick scan of the picnic tables, no Ry, I saw that Rex was still scanning all the kids in the bouncy house. I quickly covered up and ran over to Rex. Sharon took Colton and we all scattered to look for Ry. All I could think was that he got into the street and a car would hit him, someone kidnapped him, he fell into the creek, he got hit by the train that goes around the park.
I ran to the carousel to tell one of the workers that there was a missing child. He asked me what he was wearing and I said he was wearing a hawaiian shirt he's blonde with a shaved head. As soon as I spit out that information I just ran and kept looking. I ran over the train tracks and into another picnic area when Rex's aunt Jen called to me that they found him. I turned around to run back to Ry but the train gates had lowered keeping me in. I just wanted to run through and grab Rylan, and beat Rex all at the same time. When the gates finally opened I ran to get Rylan and told Rex that he was very lucky we were in a public place because I was about to beat his ass. The entire ride home I cried and couldnt even LOOK at Rex. I dont understand how he was "watching" Ry. There were so many times that I have told Rex that he can't take his eyes off of him for a single SECOND. He always does that. I walk out in the back yard and Rylan is playing alone when Rex is in the garage not paying attention. He just doesn't understand that a two year old can get into trouble in litterally ONE second.
I still want to beat my husbands ass. Usually writing and thinking things out helps. But I'm really sick of his bullshit
Thursday, June 9, 2011
06/09/11
Colton rolled over for the first time yesterday :)
Today Melissa had Colton laying on top of a train table so the other toddlers couldnt get to him. Some naughty little girl went up to him and hit him. Colton of course starts screaming, and Rylan went stomping over and hit the girl on the head and screamed at her, "DON'T HIT MY BRUDDER!!!!"
Today Melissa had Colton laying on top of a train table so the other toddlers couldnt get to him. Some naughty little girl went up to him and hit him. Colton of course starts screaming, and Rylan went stomping over and hit the girl on the head and screamed at her, "DON'T HIT MY BRUDDER!!!!"
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
6-6-11
Me: Ry pick up your toys
Ry: who's coming?
(no one was coming but apparently I only clean when we have company)
Ry snuggles up to me and says "Hi Mommy, how going?"
Me: good how are you?
Ry grabs a fistful of my baby belly fat
Me: stop playing with my fat!
Ry: I like you fat!
Ry: who's coming?
(no one was coming but apparently I only clean when we have company)
Ry snuggles up to me and says "Hi Mommy, how going?"
Me: good how are you?
Ry grabs a fistful of my baby belly fat
Me: stop playing with my fat!
Ry: I like you fat!
Milk Donation
When Ry was a baby I wasn't sure I would be able to breast feed him for an entire year. I WANTED to, but I had heard so many stories of people who tried but their supply just didn't hold out, or their milk never came in or the baby just stopped nursing for no apparent reason.
I'm lucky and at my job they have special nursing mothers rooms where we can go pump when we needed to. Not only was I able to continue pumping after I went to work but I met some wonderful ladies and we pumped together and they were my B7 buddies. Some people might think its strange to sit around in a small closet like room, boobs exposed, everyone pumping together. But we were all doing it to feed our babies. Our babies were the same age so we had a lot in common. I wanted to give Ry breast milk all the way up until he was a year old when he could have regular cow's milk. Towards the end of his year my milk supply started dropping by a lot. I was panicked that I had come so far and would have to end up supplementing with formula. Not that there is anything wrong with that, but I would have felt a bit like a failure. Rex and I had MANY fights over wasted milk. He just didn't understand how much I was putting into this, so a bottle wasted here and there was no big deal to him, but it made me cry. I LITERALLY cried over spilled milk. I ended up making it to the year without having to supplement with formula and I was really proud of myself and Ry for sticking with it.
This time with Colton I decided I didn't want the stress of worrying if I would have enough milk stored up to feed him through the year so I started pumpig much earlier and more often. In the first weeks I would pump after feeding Colton to build up my supply, after he got older and went through a major growth spurt (and my nipples got sore) I quit the daytime pumpings, but kept pumping in the morning after he ate off one side and again at midnight when he started sleeping later through the night. Pretty soon my freezer started to get full. Now Colton is three months old and my freezer is completely full. I'm back at work and so far my pumping has been keeping up with his demands. In a couple months some of the stored milk will expire so I applied to become a milk donor. It took a long time before I finally worked up the courage to fill out an application. Rex started complaining that we couldn't have ice cream or frozen pizza, so I figured it was time for me to donate. Today I got a response back to my application and I'm not allowed to donate because I drank mothers milk tea! I just don't get it, the tea is supposed to HELP boost milk supply, so its meant for nursing mothers to drink. You would think it would be safe for babies to drink the breastmilk. It actually IS safe but they have certain rules because the milk goes to sick or premature babies. It makes me sad that I cant donate to those babies, but I'm still looking for someone else who could use my milk. I just cant bring myself to throw it all down the drain :(
I'm lucky and at my job they have special nursing mothers rooms where we can go pump when we needed to. Not only was I able to continue pumping after I went to work but I met some wonderful ladies and we pumped together and they were my B7 buddies. Some people might think its strange to sit around in a small closet like room, boobs exposed, everyone pumping together. But we were all doing it to feed our babies. Our babies were the same age so we had a lot in common. I wanted to give Ry breast milk all the way up until he was a year old when he could have regular cow's milk. Towards the end of his year my milk supply started dropping by a lot. I was panicked that I had come so far and would have to end up supplementing with formula. Not that there is anything wrong with that, but I would have felt a bit like a failure. Rex and I had MANY fights over wasted milk. He just didn't understand how much I was putting into this, so a bottle wasted here and there was no big deal to him, but it made me cry. I LITERALLY cried over spilled milk. I ended up making it to the year without having to supplement with formula and I was really proud of myself and Ry for sticking with it.
This time with Colton I decided I didn't want the stress of worrying if I would have enough milk stored up to feed him through the year so I started pumpig much earlier and more often. In the first weeks I would pump after feeding Colton to build up my supply, after he got older and went through a major growth spurt (and my nipples got sore) I quit the daytime pumpings, but kept pumping in the morning after he ate off one side and again at midnight when he started sleeping later through the night. Pretty soon my freezer started to get full. Now Colton is three months old and my freezer is completely full. I'm back at work and so far my pumping has been keeping up with his demands. In a couple months some of the stored milk will expire so I applied to become a milk donor. It took a long time before I finally worked up the courage to fill out an application. Rex started complaining that we couldn't have ice cream or frozen pizza, so I figured it was time for me to donate. Today I got a response back to my application and I'm not allowed to donate because I drank mothers milk tea! I just don't get it, the tea is supposed to HELP boost milk supply, so its meant for nursing mothers to drink. You would think it would be safe for babies to drink the breastmilk. It actually IS safe but they have certain rules because the milk goes to sick or premature babies. It makes me sad that I cant donate to those babies, but I'm still looking for someone else who could use my milk. I just cant bring myself to throw it all down the drain :(
going back to work
My first day back at work was Wednesday last week. When I went back to work with Ry, a co- worker said to me that she was sure I'd cry every single day because she cried every day she left her little girl for MONTHS. With Ry I didn't shed a single tear. Wednesday morning I got up and got colton and Ry ready to go to Melissas like I had been doing every Friday for the last month of trial runs. That morning Colton was SO smiley and happy looking at me when I got him in Daddy's truck it broke my heart because in my mind he was thinking "yay we get to go out with Mommy and Daddy!!!" I teared up a bit but sucked it up and got in my car and drove off to work. He was totally fine for Melissa, which was a major relief because those past few Fridays he gave her a hard time. However Rex wasn't so lucky. Rex gets home around 5 with both boys and I dont get home until 6. He called me about 15 minutes before I got home and I hear Colton SCREAMING his head off in the background. That happened both Wednesday and Thursday, Friday I got home a bit early and he was sleeping in his carseat when I got home.
I think Ry has had a hard time adjusting to not having me at home when he gets home from daycare. At least I hope he just needs adjusting. He's been so naughty these days. I just don't know what to do with him. This morning he finished his oatmeal so I asked him if he wanted toast and he had a heart attack when I put jelly on it, saying he wanted "the brown one" I have no idea what that means but I ate his jelly covered toast because he wasn't eating it. He then freaked out that I ate his toast. I had new toast for him in the toaster and he followed me into the kitchen screaming at me "you ate it! you ate it all!" I tried apologizing and telling him he was getting new toast but he kept screaming and crying. I walked out of the kitchen and he followed me continuing to yell and scream. I went into my bedroom and he followed me I went to get the toast which was now ready, and I put it on his napkin, he screamed that he didn't want it and continued to cry so I told him to go to his room if he was going to cry. He wouldnt go, he just kept following me and crying. So I went in his room and he followed me, I shut the door behind him. He stayed there for a while but then came out screaming at me some more so I put him back in his room and put the baby gate up in the hall so he couldnt follow me anymore. I went into my room with Colton and lay down feeding him. Ry knocked the baby gate over and cried in the hallway for a while and then came into my room sobbing saying "I be a good boy mommy, I be a good boy" He didn't eat his toast but he stopped crying at least.
Somehow today I cleaned my entire house, had lunch with my mom, took both boys grocery shopping and made dinner and had my dad over. AND it was bath night! I go back to work tomorrow so that should be a nice break. I could never be a stay at home mom.
I think Ry has had a hard time adjusting to not having me at home when he gets home from daycare. At least I hope he just needs adjusting. He's been so naughty these days. I just don't know what to do with him. This morning he finished his oatmeal so I asked him if he wanted toast and he had a heart attack when I put jelly on it, saying he wanted "the brown one" I have no idea what that means but I ate his jelly covered toast because he wasn't eating it. He then freaked out that I ate his toast. I had new toast for him in the toaster and he followed me into the kitchen screaming at me "you ate it! you ate it all!" I tried apologizing and telling him he was getting new toast but he kept screaming and crying. I walked out of the kitchen and he followed me continuing to yell and scream. I went into my bedroom and he followed me I went to get the toast which was now ready, and I put it on his napkin, he screamed that he didn't want it and continued to cry so I told him to go to his room if he was going to cry. He wouldnt go, he just kept following me and crying. So I went in his room and he followed me, I shut the door behind him. He stayed there for a while but then came out screaming at me some more so I put him back in his room and put the baby gate up in the hall so he couldnt follow me anymore. I went into my room with Colton and lay down feeding him. Ry knocked the baby gate over and cried in the hallway for a while and then came into my room sobbing saying "I be a good boy mommy, I be a good boy" He didn't eat his toast but he stopped crying at least.
Somehow today I cleaned my entire house, had lunch with my mom, took both boys grocery shopping and made dinner and had my dad over. AND it was bath night! I go back to work tomorrow so that should be a nice break. I could never be a stay at home mom.
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