Peanut made a peepee on the training potty. Meatball was being helpful and picked up the little bowl thingy and poured it into the big toilet. Peanut said "That was a good dump!"
While taking a bath (read: soaking everything in the bathroom), Meatball looks up at Bub and says "Hey, I've got water up my butt!"
Monday, May 31, 2010
laughing all of the time
I was saying something silly while Peanut sat on the potty (waiting for a poopy to happen). His response to me: "Mommy, you're full of hooey!"
Meatball hates to brush his teeth, so I'm always telling him that the tooth doctor will say "you are such a good brusher!". It works sometimes. Yesterday, he was peeing and said "The penis doctor will say that I'm such a good pee-er!"
Meatball hates to brush his teeth, so I'm always telling him that the tooth doctor will say "you are such a good brusher!". It works sometimes. Yesterday, he was peeing and said "The penis doctor will say that I'm such a good pee-er!"
Birthday guests, 2009
How did we manage to NOT get a picture of Grandma?
Mom and Papa, surely discussing the temperature of the BBQ
David and Charlie
Auntie Sid
Grandpa
Peanut
Peanut and his new Thomas blanket
Blowing out candles
Meatball and the stomp rockets
Meatball reading
Peanut and Thomas magazine
Meatball - what a cute smile
Meatball racing down the hill
Meatball in the tent tunnel
It's been a long time since Mommy decorated a cake....
Peanut in his new Thomas shirt - can you tell he's a BIG fan?
Peanut in the tent tunnel
Thursday, May 20, 2010
funnier than ....
Oh my! These boys are hysterical.
Story #1:
The boys were playing when Peanut did something that Meatball didn't exactly agree with so he says "Really?!? Don't you think that's kinda' dorky?"
Story #2:
For whatever reason, the boys had spilled water all over the kitchen floor. Peanut, in his usual style, was running circles around the house when he slipped in the water and fell on his butt. "Man! This water just pisses me off," was his response.
Story #3:
Bub took the boys for a walk today. When they got home, the boys wanted to keep going.
Mom Bub: "Well, why don't we wait until mommy comes home and maybe she will take you for a walk. How does that sound?"
Peanut (after careful consideration): "yeah, that sounds good. She's a great girl!"
Story #1:
The boys were playing when Peanut did something that Meatball didn't exactly agree with so he says "Really?!? Don't you think that's kinda' dorky?"
Story #2:
For whatever reason, the boys had spilled water all over the kitchen floor. Peanut, in his usual style, was running circles around the house when he slipped in the water and fell on his butt. "Man! This water just pisses me off," was his response.
Story #3:
Bub took the boys for a walk today. When they got home, the boys wanted to keep going.
Mom Bub: "Well, why don't we wait until mommy comes home and maybe she will take you for a walk. How does that sound?"
Peanut (after careful consideration): "yeah, that sounds good. She's a great girl!"
Friday, May 7, 2010
don't get burned
Whenever bath time turns into play time, I will add extra hot water so that the boys don't freeze to death. Everybody does this, right? Well, the boys have learned to scoot to the back of the tub so that they won't get hurt by the water. However, lately, Peanut has started to move all of the toys, boats, letters, and even tub markers to the back, too. "No, no duckie! Don't get burned!"
So stinkin' cute!
So stinkin' cute!
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Funny Boys!
We were driving in the car, and Meatball was asleep. Peanut was saying something, but we couldn’t hear him. Bub said “You have to speak up, buddy.” To that, Peanut responded by speaking at the exact same volume but with his face directed to the roof of the car.
We got in the car this morning – a rare morning when I come in to work late and drive in with my cute family – and Bub mentioned that we were going to grandma’s house. Meatball asked me if I was going to work to which I replied “Yes, bud. You are going to grandma’s house to play, and I am going to work.” His reply: “That’s a good choice, mom.”
We got in the car this morning – a rare morning when I come in to work late and drive in with my cute family – and Bub mentioned that we were going to grandma’s house. Meatball asked me if I was going to work to which I replied “Yes, bud. You are going to grandma’s house to play, and I am going to work.” His reply: “That’s a good choice, mom.”
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
VEGAS, BABY!
After our failed trip to Lake Tahoe, we decided to take the vacation package to Vegas. Being a huge fan of the TV show, Friends, Bub taught the boys to yell “Vegas, Baby!” I’m sure that months later we’ll still be listening to that. While neither of us like Vegas, we will never go (or try to go) to Tahoe again according to my lovely wife. (Remember Fernley?) So, we chose Vegas in April. Perfect, right?
I swear that we are destined to not have successful vacations.
We left on Thursday morning to gale force winds. But, hey – we’re headed south. We’ll be fine… At Fillmore, we stopped for food and to let the snow fall on our car. We had taken the back-back-back road route because of a storm that seemed to be moving directly up I-15. Because of this, we actually missed the worst parts of the storm. Whew! We left Fillmore without changing diapers.
We stopped again in St. George for gas and to clean up the uber-leak. Travelling with toddlers is such a joy. The car seat was soaked. Ah, the smell of urine. Whatever – we would be in Vegas soon enough. Every street there smells like urine.
We finally checked into our hotel around 4pm. The boys were so excited to take the elevator to our room. The room was nice. This vacation package (Diam*nd Resorts) was decent and our room had a bedroom, a hide-a-bed, full kitchen, and dining area. A hide-a-bed is about the coolest thing in the world when you are two years old. Just so you know. We were basically across the street from Planet Hollywood and about ½ block off the strip. We hit the streets for about 15 minute s – just long enough to go to the M*Ms store and pull about 83 things off of the shelves. After that point, we were so cold that we gave up. Mommies got a drink and we headed back to the room for dinner and TV. Besides, we were all cranky from the drive.
Toddlers don’t really understand the concept of time, so the next morning, they proceeded to wake up at the butt-crack of dawn. We decided to find something to do (good luck). Did I mention that the rooms in our condo place had doorbells? Well, they did. Waking people up in Vegas at 6:30am is not a pretty sight, but it’s what we did since Meatball ran out our door and directly across the hall and started ringing bells. We extended our apologies and walked REALLY quickly to the elevator.
We headed down the strip for our fun day of free activities – like aquariums and clown shows, and parrots, and hula dancers. I got this GREAT list of stuff off of the internet. Boy, were we going to have a GREAT time! Until we didn’t. Here’s a shock – the internet isn’t always updated. Son of a… We got to see an aquarium about as big as the one in Papa’s front room. We saw exactly zero lions, clowns, parrots, or scantily clad Polynesian women. Instead, we walked a lot. A LOT, a lot. We headed back to our condo in order to go through the obligatory timeshare presentation (there is a reason that our stay was so cheap). Finally, we catch a break: No kids during the presentation. Nobody had told us that. HALLELUJIAH! We hugged on those boys all the way back to our room. Then, it was nap time.
I went for a run on the strip while the boys slept and Bub tried to walk across a six-foot swath of ground coke bottles. OK, not really (duh), but it would have been more fun. After the nap, we rode the elevator several more times, walked on the strip some more, and finally went swimming. The boys enjoyed jumping in and yelling Vegas, Baby! everytime. The pool was perfect as long as you had your body submerged. If you were out of the water too long, your nipples froze and just popped right off. We played there until Peanut barfed all over the pool deck. We were everybody’s favorite pool patrons?
Back to the room for dinner, and then we headed over to the mall attached to Planet Hollywood. This was actually fun. They had several free shows that the boys loved, and mommies didn’t have to think much. There was a rainstorm that just started in the middle of the walking area, a laser light show that proved to be a great place to run around (and around and around and around), and a water fountain show right outside of a strip club. Did I mention that I’m a prude, and I don’t ever want to take the boys back to Vegas, Baby!?!?!
We packed up the next morning and headed out to breakfast at Margaritaville. The only seating was on the balcony where we froze our butts off. Seriously, it should have been 75*, but was more 55*. Oh, what joy. The boys basically ate jam out of the little packets while Bub and I thoroughly enjoyed our food (really – for a change it was good, and the boys were almost well behaved). Then, we went to the Flamingo to see more free stuff. We actually had a good time here because the grounds were well kept and they had a lot of birds and fish to see.
Finally, we headed for home. We made a stop in Mesquite for some limoncello (which is now sold in Tooele), and the rest was uneventful. Except for the weather. It continued to be snowy and crappy for the rest of the week! I think that we should just vacation in our own back yard.
I swear that we are destined to not have successful vacations.
We left on Thursday morning to gale force winds. But, hey – we’re headed south. We’ll be fine… At Fillmore, we stopped for food and to let the snow fall on our car. We had taken the back-back-back road route because of a storm that seemed to be moving directly up I-15. Because of this, we actually missed the worst parts of the storm. Whew! We left Fillmore without changing diapers.
We stopped again in St. George for gas and to clean up the uber-leak. Travelling with toddlers is such a joy. The car seat was soaked. Ah, the smell of urine. Whatever – we would be in Vegas soon enough. Every street there smells like urine.
We finally checked into our hotel around 4pm. The boys were so excited to take the elevator to our room. The room was nice. This vacation package (Diam*nd Resorts) was decent and our room had a bedroom, a hide-a-bed, full kitchen, and dining area. A hide-a-bed is about the coolest thing in the world when you are two years old. Just so you know. We were basically across the street from Planet Hollywood and about ½ block off the strip. We hit the streets for about 15 minute s – just long enough to go to the M*Ms store and pull about 83 things off of the shelves. After that point, we were so cold that we gave up. Mommies got a drink and we headed back to the room for dinner and TV. Besides, we were all cranky from the drive.
Toddlers don’t really understand the concept of time, so the next morning, they proceeded to wake up at the butt-crack of dawn. We decided to find something to do (good luck). Did I mention that the rooms in our condo place had doorbells? Well, they did. Waking people up in Vegas at 6:30am is not a pretty sight, but it’s what we did since Meatball ran out our door and directly across the hall and started ringing bells. We extended our apologies and walked REALLY quickly to the elevator.
We headed down the strip for our fun day of free activities – like aquariums and clown shows, and parrots, and hula dancers. I got this GREAT list of stuff off of the internet. Boy, were we going to have a GREAT time! Until we didn’t. Here’s a shock – the internet isn’t always updated. Son of a… We got to see an aquarium about as big as the one in Papa’s front room. We saw exactly zero lions, clowns, parrots, or scantily clad Polynesian women. Instead, we walked a lot. A LOT, a lot. We headed back to our condo in order to go through the obligatory timeshare presentation (there is a reason that our stay was so cheap). Finally, we catch a break: No kids during the presentation. Nobody had told us that. HALLELUJIAH! We hugged on those boys all the way back to our room. Then, it was nap time.
I went for a run on the strip while the boys slept and Bub tried to walk across a six-foot swath of ground coke bottles. OK, not really (duh), but it would have been more fun. After the nap, we rode the elevator several more times, walked on the strip some more, and finally went swimming. The boys enjoyed jumping in and yelling Vegas, Baby! everytime. The pool was perfect as long as you had your body submerged. If you were out of the water too long, your nipples froze and just popped right off. We played there until Peanut barfed all over the pool deck. We were everybody’s favorite pool patrons?
Back to the room for dinner, and then we headed over to the mall attached to Planet Hollywood. This was actually fun. They had several free shows that the boys loved, and mommies didn’t have to think much. There was a rainstorm that just started in the middle of the walking area, a laser light show that proved to be a great place to run around (and around and around and around), and a water fountain show right outside of a strip club. Did I mention that I’m a prude, and I don’t ever want to take the boys back to Vegas, Baby!?!?!
We packed up the next morning and headed out to breakfast at Margaritaville. The only seating was on the balcony where we froze our butts off. Seriously, it should have been 75*, but was more 55*. Oh, what joy. The boys basically ate jam out of the little packets while Bub and I thoroughly enjoyed our food (really – for a change it was good, and the boys were almost well behaved). Then, we went to the Flamingo to see more free stuff. We actually had a good time here because the grounds were well kept and they had a lot of birds and fish to see.
Finally, we headed for home. We made a stop in Mesquite for some limoncello (which is now sold in Tooele), and the rest was uneventful. Except for the weather. It continued to be snowy and crappy for the rest of the week! I think that we should just vacation in our own back yard.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Favorite moments of "Vegas with Toddlers"
When Peanut jumped into the pool, went totally underwater, came up and yelled "Vegas, baby!"
When Meatball and I did "The Twist" to the music outside of the Jimmy Buffet restaurant. We even danced with some little old lady who taught us a new move.
When Peanut actually ate an entire meal (even though it was fast food, he ate the whole thing).
When Meatball looked out of our room at the city and said "This is our playground."
When Peanut actually told us that he had to pee in the potty (of course, by the time we got him out of the car, his seat was all wet).
When Meatball said (about 100 times to any helicopter flying by) "Harold, I have an idea!"
Running approximately six miles on the strip. I don't know the actual distance yet, but if it was six miles, I totally rocked my pace.
When Meatball and I did "The Twist" to the music outside of the Jimmy Buffet restaurant. We even danced with some little old lady who taught us a new move.
When Peanut actually ate an entire meal (even though it was fast food, he ate the whole thing).
When Meatball looked out of our room at the city and said "This is our playground."
When Peanut actually told us that he had to pee in the potty (of course, by the time we got him out of the car, his seat was all wet).
When Meatball said (about 100 times to any helicopter flying by) "Harold, I have an idea!"
Running approximately six miles on the strip. I don't know the actual distance yet, but if it was six miles, I totally rocked my pace.
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