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The Adventures of Matt, Shannon, Liam & Paige

Month: April 2009 (page 1 of 2)

Waffling

Liam has eaten maybe 4 or 5 waffles in his life.  He loves them.  The only problem is that if he sees me getting one out of the freezer he doesn’t understand why it’s not on his plate by the time he runs to the table.  This has resulted in him eating far fewer waffles than he would like (from what I can tell he’d eat one every day if I’d let him).  So it was a surprise to me this morning when I sneakily pulled one out of the freezer and threw it in the toaster oven while he wasn’t looking and he promptly marched over to the counter where the toaster oven lives, looked me straight in the eye while pointing emphatically to the toaster oven and said “wafa?”

Man, I love this age.

Little Boys And Their Little Toys

Since Liam was about 7 months old, as a general rule, we’ve kept the door to the hall bathroom closed.  That was around the time he began to unroll and then eat toilet paper.  We had high hopes when we got toilet paper locks (genius!), but that’s when he discovered that the vanity was unlocked and full of treasures (toothbrushes, dental floss, a hairdryer, soft scrub with bleach…).  We got a tie-style lock for that and then he discovered the toilet lid.  We got a lock for the toilet and he found the trashcan.  We got a trashcan with a lid and (you guessed it) it took him approximately 2 seconds to open it and begin rifling through.  Since then we’ve pretty much kept the door closed during the day — being careful to keep all locks and impediments in place since without them a person can’t so much as draw a bath without “help.”  At this point he could destroy the whole 4’x4′ space in 2.2 seconds without all the roadblocks (although the average adult cannot use our bathroom without a lesson in how to open the toilet and unroll the toilet paper).  The issue has been compounded lately because anything that he knows is generally off limits is very exciting to him (which explains his overly extreme excitement at the mention of the word “basement”) so if you open the door to get something quickly he activates some sort of toddler radar and is magically teleported into the room from the other end of the house before you can bat an eye.  The final piece of the puzzle is his bath toys (a set of rubber squeeze toys shaped like a boat, car, motor scooter, truck, helicopter, and plane) which he loves with every fiber of his being and wants to squirrel away in other parts of the house, especially when the water wasn’t fully emptied the night before.

Several days ago I decided to try taking the excitement and wonder out of the bathroom by leaving the door open.  This was stupid.  It worked well for several days (he still tried the toilet lid, but the lock is the one thing he hasn’t figured out how to take off and he responded by stopping when I asked him not to play in the trashcan and tear off the tiny little pieces of toilet paper he could manage with the lock still on).  I had high hopes that we were over the hump after a couple of days with no reprimands or overt interest.  This morning Matt and I were in our bedroom when we heard a bunch of tiny thumps coming from the hall bath (which we knew to be his bath toys being lobbed into the tub), but these were soon followed by a very loud thud and some minor whining.  Matt ran in there to find Liam in the tub.

So much for leaving the bathroom door open, huh?

Roundup

Here are some of the latest (non-Easter-related) pics:

Gran’s (and Dad’s) birthday:

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Boy in a basket:

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Doesn’t everyone prefer reading without pants?

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Mom!  How about a little privacy…?

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Betcha can’t find me under here (part 1):

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Betcha can’t find me under here (part 2):

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Betcha can’t find me under here (part 3):

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Ha!  Just try to find me now!

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A boy and his stool:

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Monkey love:

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Hmmm…

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My friends tell me that if I kiss you…

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Maybe I was supposed to hug you?

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Oh well, maybe next time…

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Boy in a basket (part deux)

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Alfred E. Newman lives:

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Look, Ma!  One hand, two cups!

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At the Botanical Gardens:

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A keepah indeed!

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A classic “Matt takes it himself” shot:

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Curious George…Carlin

Recently, Liam spends much of his day trying out different sounds.  He can say a lot of words (although the average person would find it virtually impossible to decipher what they are) and he knows thousands more.  The problem lately is that the sounds he’s trying out aren’t exactly FCC approved.  Ignoring it when your child is repeatedly dropping (what sounds like) the F-bomb in the car is one thing, but it’s quite another in, say, the grocery store.

Ahhh, parenting…

Belated Easter Cuteness

Three Easter baskets, three Easter egg “hunts,” one Easter dinner, one (slightly traumatic) trip to the church nursery.  Whew.  Here are a few thousand of the pictures we snapped throughout the day:

Started the day at Grammie and Pop’s house:

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Bubbles!

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I think I get it!

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You thought you could fool me with this one…

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…but I’ll do whatever it takes!

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Moved on to Gran and Granddaddy’s after church:

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Are you guys sure you understand what “hide” means…?

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Ooooh, this one’s got graham cracker bunnies in it!

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You missed one!

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I think I’m getting the hang of this…

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Seriously, Mom?  Another picture?

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A boy and his truck:

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A boy and his Daddy:

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You thought you were going to nap with me around…?

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Mmmm…more bunnies.

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Pictorial essay in 4 parts:

Part one:

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Part two:

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Part three:

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Part four:

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And finally, at home:

Liam’s first Easter basket from Mama Bunny and Daddy Bunny:

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Snakes and frogs and ladybugs, oh my!

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Look Dad, flowers!

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I’m not so sure about this…

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What the hey, I’ll give it a sniff:

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Ahhh, the fresh scent of tulips (at least it looks cute)!

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I’m finished with this egg business, Dad — look our neighbor’s got a dozer!

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Happy Belated Easter!

Gepetto, He’s A Real Boy!

He may not have a wooden leg, so to speak, and he won’t eat antibiotic- & hormone-free chicken breast baked with organic veggies, antibiotic- & hormone-free deli-sliced turkey, or fish in any form that we’ve found — but apparently he’ll eat an entire (gigantic) chicken tender and french fries from the local wing place (dipped in organic ketchup, of course)…

Sigh.

Kinda Makes A Girl Nervous…

…when she sees 12 police cars in the span of 15 minutes on Clairemont Road between North Decatur and Buford Hwy.  Is there something going down out there that I should know about?

Just sayin’.

I Wish I Could Say I Learned A Lesson

But all I did was laugh and shake my head when I came out of the bathroom to hear an unusual banging noise.  When I went down the hall to investigate, I found this:

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Of course, being the stellar mother that I am, I had to take a picture before I helped him get it off.  This kid is hilarious.

I Defy You

To find a ‘lot’ of boys summer clothes on ebay that does not include camo (in any form) or muscle shirts for toddlers.  Seriously.

And All It Took Was A Note From My Mommy

Well, a note from my mommy and a check for thousands of dollars…

The point is: we’ve closed on the refinance and we’re past that hurdle (and on to the next one).  Hopefully I’ll be able to sleep tonight, since that hasn’t been the case for several days now.   Whew.

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