Showing posts with label Scotty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Scotty. Show all posts
Sunday, February 21, 2010
3:29 PM | Posted by
Team Mitchell & Crew
"You can't eat just cheerios," I said, as he stuffed the 15th handful into his mouth.
"Says who?" he grunted. Sounded more like a deep throated RAAAA.
Points, grunts, points, whines a long ooooooo, teeth barred while looking like he is either going to smile or scream, maybe even both.
"Try a banana." Head turns, teeth show. Fists slam.
Drops cheerio handful, dog runs over. Success for Brewtus.
Points,grunts, points.
Hands are empty of cheerios. Cry like movement with no sound and heaven knows, no tears.
"Yogurt?"
Nope. Push, turn, wriggle.
Oooooooooo - grunt - point.
16th handful - armed and ready.
Arms flail. Giggles as cheerios fly across kitchen. Brewtus scampers, beams and twitches in one fast movement. Boy screeches happy screetches.
"Eat something else, please."
Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...................
Yes this too will pass. He'll eat something else someday and then 15 years from now, he'll eat me out house and home. This is just kinda funny right now.
"Says who?" he grunted. Sounded more like a deep throated RAAAA.
Points, grunts, points, whines a long ooooooo, teeth barred while looking like he is either going to smile or scream, maybe even both.
"Try a banana." Head turns, teeth show. Fists slam.
Drops cheerio handful, dog runs over. Success for Brewtus.
Points,grunts, points.
Hands are empty of cheerios. Cry like movement with no sound and heaven knows, no tears.
"Yogurt?"
Nope. Push, turn, wriggle.
Oooooooooo - grunt - point.
16th handful - armed and ready.
Arms flail. Giggles as cheerios fly across kitchen. Brewtus scampers, beams and twitches in one fast movement. Boy screeches happy screetches.
"Eat something else, please."
Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...................
Yes this too will pass. He'll eat something else someday and then 15 years from now, he'll eat me out house and home. This is just kinda funny right now.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
I woke up today to my three Valentine's cooking me breakfast. My family is fabulous and very considerate of me....particularly on holidays. Today's surprise were heart shaped pancakes. Scott bought Lainie a pancake mold when she was little and every so often, Lainie and Scott cook breakfast together and bring it to me. Today they included Scotty, as much as you can include an infant. Today was a nice treat. Although Scott had to work today, he is planning a surprise supper here at home. I have seen the remnants of strawberries and blueberries, steamed shrimp and baked potatoes that he might be using in tonight's dinner (all of which are on both mine and Lainie's top 10 favorite foods). I was also asked to play Cupid and find him our white tablecloth, cloth napkins and candles so that he can complete his surprise for all of us. (This makes sense, only I know where they are and all...) With a new little one and the economy the way it is, we are going to have an "at-home family Valentine's Day." Honestly, these are my favorite kind. To pass the while during the day today, Lainie and I have been watching musicals together (so far: The Sound of Music and Annie) and are cooking Valentine pinwheel cookies and snuggling with Scotty while reading prince and princess books together. This is love. Happy Valentine's Day!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
After a stretch of morning cluster feedings, I finally broke away for a teeny-weeny bit of me time. By me time, I mean enough seconds to pee, grab a drink and perhaps even change my clothing from the night before. I wasn't asking for much, but still.
I set him down in the crib all drowsy and drunk-like. Men are so cute that way! As I stepped back he fell into what appeared to be a nap-like trance. I thought, "gold mine." And ran down the hall to take a shower (forget pee and snack!)
Lather, lather, shave, shave, rinse rinse...I wash, dry and dress with no noises coming from the babies room. All gracious, I might even press my luck and fold some laundry. Super quick I begin, only 1/8th of the way into it, he starts crying. Well screaming, actually.
I step in to soothe. Poor baby, I say. Continued screaming. Are you hungry again/still? Screaming and crying continue. Onto the living room comfy chair to eat. Off we go.
I take the bottle we were working on 21 minutes ago and put it to lips. Smacking lips, gnawing hands....appearing hungry. I set it in mouth. Trigger gag reflex (how?), he pushes it out and then pukes all across me. Hair, shoulder, shirt, pants, lap. (They were my cute yoga pants that I have to keep myself from wearing multiple days in a week....dag-gum and THEY WERE CLEAN! sniff sniff.)
He's wet, I'm wet and I'm now no longer clean. I clean him head to toe. I spot clean myself (including changing full set of clothes) and the day continues on from here.
My light grey Old Navy pants I'm now wearing are not as cute nor as comfortable...but hey....little man is no longer crying. Go us!!!
I set him down in the crib all drowsy and drunk-like. Men are so cute that way! As I stepped back he fell into what appeared to be a nap-like trance. I thought, "gold mine." And ran down the hall to take a shower (forget pee and snack!)
Lather, lather, shave, shave, rinse rinse...I wash, dry and dress with no noises coming from the babies room. All gracious, I might even press my luck and fold some laundry. Super quick I begin, only 1/8th of the way into it, he starts crying. Well screaming, actually.
I step in to soothe. Poor baby, I say. Continued screaming. Are you hungry again/still? Screaming and crying continue. Onto the living room comfy chair to eat. Off we go.
I take the bottle we were working on 21 minutes ago and put it to lips. Smacking lips, gnawing hands....appearing hungry. I set it in mouth. Trigger gag reflex (how?), he pushes it out and then pukes all across me. Hair, shoulder, shirt, pants, lap. (They were my cute yoga pants that I have to keep myself from wearing multiple days in a week....dag-gum and THEY WERE CLEAN! sniff sniff.)
He's wet, I'm wet and I'm now no longer clean. I clean him head to toe. I spot clean myself (including changing full set of clothes) and the day continues on from here.
My light grey Old Navy pants I'm now wearing are not as cute nor as comfortable...but hey....little man is no longer crying. Go us!!!
Monday, February 9, 2009
One of the best and somewhat "selfish" things I did with Lainie (although it can't be considered selfish if I realized it AFTER the fact) was to not find out Lainie's gender. So, when shower time rolled around 5+ years ago, I did not receive a bundle of pink items. Instead I received the greens, navy's, yellows, whites and cream colored versions of all of the popular baby items. My stroller, pack and play, clothes, etc.....all were very neutral, which was cool as it turns out when I went to have my second child. Still didn't find the gender on this one, so imagine our excitement when they announced that it was a boy. Here's where the selfish part kicks in. I could TOTALLY use everything from the first time around!! YIPPEE. No having to spend $$$ unless I so chose.
Now after Lainie was born, the pink started to flow - freely. i love pink. i love little girls (boys too, but I'm making a point.) Anyway, that's when we got blankets and bibs ad towels and stuff. I kept everything from the first time around, just knowing i could use it all again. Right?
RIGHT! See evidence below. All I can say is real men wear pink! why not? I don't have a s-load of money to spend (friends: do not look at this as a go get Scotty some blue request....we have lots), but why not incorporate what we have from the first time and build lil man some character? Even Scott agrees.....I just have to agree to go with *white, green, brown, yellow and BLUE* when i take him in public, that's all! Fair enough!
Friday, February 6, 2009
I'm going to try to start this up again! Hope to not disappoint. A great many things have happened in the last 8 months, including the birth of hoss-man = Scotty Mitchell on 1/9. Lots of things to share out, so we'll start with today's wonderful event!!
Lainie got a bike for Christmas. It was the $29 "day after Thanksgiving special" from WalMart that BIL Rick nearly stomped people flat trying to get. It's a 20 in variety that's blue with white trim and little flowers.
It has training wheels that Scott and Rick put on the night before Christmas. That they put on too high after actually following the directions. For nearly a month, Lainie has tried to ride bikes the few warm days we've had and falls off ever 7 inches because the training wheels caused her to lean over too far.
Anyway, Scott fixed them last night, knowing that the weather was going to change this weekend. Thank you thank you Scott!
So today, Lainie and I loaded up the stroller and the bike in the white truck (my Mustang is on a break for a while. 2 kids in cute car appear kinda aquished at this time.) and headed over to the GRC track right at school's end. Lainie got to ride on a flat surface for over an hour. She was spooked a little by the 400 highschoolers that make their way across the track (highschool kids dress scary sometimes...ohhh), but otherwise, the new training wheel location worked perfectly. I was very proud of her and the balance she is working on. You never realize how many motions are involved in riding a bike, until you try to teach someone else how to do it. Beautiful day. Very proud of Lainie!!
Lainie got a bike for Christmas. It was the $29 "day after Thanksgiving special" from WalMart that BIL Rick nearly stomped people flat trying to get. It's a 20 in variety that's blue with white trim and little flowers.
It has training wheels that Scott and Rick put on the night before Christmas. That they put on too high after actually following the directions. For nearly a month, Lainie has tried to ride bikes the few warm days we've had and falls off ever 7 inches because the training wheels caused her to lean over too far.
Anyway, Scott fixed them last night, knowing that the weather was going to change this weekend. Thank you thank you Scott!
So today, Lainie and I loaded up the stroller and the bike in the white truck (my Mustang is on a break for a while. 2 kids in cute car appear kinda aquished at this time.) and headed over to the GRC track right at school's end. Lainie got to ride on a flat surface for over an hour. She was spooked a little by the 400 highschoolers that make their way across the track (highschool kids dress scary sometimes...ohhh), but otherwise, the new training wheel location worked perfectly. I was very proud of her and the balance she is working on. You never realize how many motions are involved in riding a bike, until you try to teach someone else how to do it. Beautiful day. Very proud of Lainie!!
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