Dear Caden,
I am sitting on the floor with you, reading a book. Suddenly you point to your wall that has stickers of stars and painted planets.
"Momma! Star gone!"
"Ahhh, ok."
"Momma! It gone. It fell off."
"I'm sorry. It's ok, you still have other stars."
"No momma! It gone!"
Seeing how much it is bothering you and how you won't let it go I ask, "Where did it go?"
"I ate it. It yummy."
". . . of course you did."
Love,
Mommy
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Monday, January 27, 2014
I Miss You!
Dear Caden,
It has been a long day, after all it is a Monday. I go to pick you up from school and you run to me with arms open and a wide grin on your face, "Momma! You back! I miss you!"
Day. Made.
Love,
Mommy
It has been a long day, after all it is a Monday. I go to pick you up from school and you run to me with arms open and a wide grin on your face, "Momma! You back! I miss you!"
Day. Made.
Love,
Mommy
Sunday, January 26, 2014
2-8-9
Dear Caden,
Ever since you have been a little over 1 yrs old, you have been fascinated with the numbers "2, 8, 9." You will be playing and all of a sudden you will holler out, "TWO, EIGHT, NINE!" We quickly say, "No, silly! It's 7, 8, 9." You would grin at us and that would be that. Now that you are older, you can count to 20 unassisted, yet you still like to randomly yell out, "TWO, EIGHT, NINE!" Lately if you are frustrated with something you will say, "I will 2, 8, 9 you/it!" And begin making shooting sounds. We keep gently reminding you that you are not allowed to "2, 8, 9" people or animals. I pray that you aren't going to create a new police code when you are older. "Ah, I need backup, we have a 2-8-9 situation here."
Love,
Mommy
Ever since you have been a little over 1 yrs old, you have been fascinated with the numbers "2, 8, 9." You will be playing and all of a sudden you will holler out, "TWO, EIGHT, NINE!" We quickly say, "No, silly! It's 7, 8, 9." You would grin at us and that would be that. Now that you are older, you can count to 20 unassisted, yet you still like to randomly yell out, "TWO, EIGHT, NINE!" Lately if you are frustrated with something you will say, "I will 2, 8, 9 you/it!" And begin making shooting sounds. We keep gently reminding you that you are not allowed to "2, 8, 9" people or animals. I pray that you aren't going to create a new police code when you are older. "Ah, I need backup, we have a 2-8-9 situation here."
Love,
Mommy
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Starbucks
Dear Caden,
Sometimes all we need is a "Cup a Lip" (cup of whip) from Starbucks and all is right in the world once again.
Love,
Mommy
Sometimes all we need is a "Cup a Lip" (cup of whip) from Starbucks and all is right in the world once again.
Love,
Mommy
Monday, January 13, 2014
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
New Year Pictures
Dear Caden,
Today is the first day of 2014 therefore, I had the bright idea of trying to get a picture of you and your brother to celebrate this glorious event. Let me just say it went much differently in my head.
Me: Caden, let's go get Jacob dressed so we can go outside and take a picture.
You: Nevermind, Mommy. (you've been on a nevermind kick lately, usually when you don't want to do something or did something you weren't supposed to)
Me: Well, I am going to get Jacob and be right back. Try not to destroy the house. (tall order, I understand)
You: Oooootay.
I go into Jacob's room, change his clothes into something cute. He promptly throws up and it goes into every neck crevice, including his ears. I change his clothes again, this time into something less cute to ward off the puke gods. I hear a loud crash and an "Ohhh no!". This is my signal that you have probably destroyed the house, or at least part of it.
Me: Caden! What happened?! (I am frantically trying to discern what caused the loud crash, no such luck)
You: Nevermind.
Me: What made that noise? Are you ok?
You: I need go pee pee. (nice work of dodging the question)
We make it to the bathroom, Jacob of course refuses to be put down and must have a front row seat while I try to wrestle your pants down because 1. You decided your arms didn't work and you were "too tired" and "need help" while pulling down your underwear and 2. You were a crocodile and crocodiles are "fast" and "never sleep and eat cookies". (of course they do)
Me: Caden, if you are a crocodile and if they are fast, then why can't you pull down your underwear?
You: Nevermind.
I finally get you on the potty only to see that Jacob (whom finally agreed to sit on the floor as long as at least my toe was touching him) had dumped the trash and was trying to eat something...still not sure what it was.
You: I DONE!!!! I DONE!!!
Me: Ok, grab the toilet paper and wipe. You know how to do it.
You: WAIT!!! I NEED GO POO POO!
Me: Ok Caden, please don't yell. I can hear you, I am only 2 feet from you.
You then insist on giving me a play-by-play of what was going on. I will spare you the details, but let's just say it was a literal play-by-play complete with sound effects.
You: I DONE! I DONE!
Me: Ok, Caden, you know what to do
You: I won't be having this, too much money. (You are now eyeing the toilet paper. This is obviously what must have been gleaned when you try to have a fiscal conversation with a 3 year old about wasting whole rolls of toilet paper)
I successfully manage to convince you to clean your bottom and get you and Jacob out of the bathroom. I find a semi-cute outfit to change Jacob into and hurriedly get you and him outside. You know, before the puke gods saw fit to mess with my plans.
Me: Caden, please stand over here. I want to take a cute picture of you and you brother.
You: Ugggggghhhhh! (biggest sigh EVER) I want to bake cookies.
Me: Ok! After quiet time, if you are good, I will bake cookies with you (I see this as an opportunity and I try and take it)
You: Ooootay. Momma! Airplane! Momma! I go stand over here! (You quickly dart to the other side of the yard with your arms spread out like an airplane)
Me: Caden, I need you over here so we can take a picture, please come back
You: Rawr! I eat you! *chomp* (you are now a blue dinosaur who is pretending to eat me)
Me: Ok blue dinosaur, stand here for me. (I am able to move you into position. You immediately sit down and begin digging holes in the ground with your finger)
I see Jacob licking the porch and eating what looks to be a piece of beef jerky, but seems more likely to be a dried, dead worm. Delicious. After grabbing what is left of the worm (?) and making sure there is none left your brother's mouth I turn, just in time to see you step into your swimming pool. Of course there had to be water in it (Didn't I empty that out months ago?!).
Me: Really Caden?!
You: Nevermind
We all hustle inside, I lay Jacob on his play mat so that I can get you changed into dry clothes. He immediately scoots off of it and goes towards the Christmas tree where all the plastic (albeit shiny and delicious looking) ornaments are hanging. However, he decides the supposedly hidden electrical cord is much more tasty. I am able to pry it from his chubby little hands amidst all his protests and place him on his play mat again, this time much further from the tree. I retreat with you into the laundry room.
Me: Caden, what shirt do you want to wear?
You: I blue dinosaur, RAWR!!! I no wear clothes. ( I briefly consider this option, however it is cold today)
I peek to the living room in time to see Jacob making puke angels with a huge puddle of his vomit. Apparently the puke gods got wind of the situation and decided to bless us again. On second thought Caden, it's not that cold outside. You happily begin prancing around the house naked.
I decide the need for a New Year's picture will have to wait. There are at least 16 hours left of this day, yes? Let's bake those cookies you mentioned.
Love,
Mommy
Today is the first day of 2014 therefore, I had the bright idea of trying to get a picture of you and your brother to celebrate this glorious event. Let me just say it went much differently in my head.
Me: Caden, let's go get Jacob dressed so we can go outside and take a picture.
You: Nevermind, Mommy. (you've been on a nevermind kick lately, usually when you don't want to do something or did something you weren't supposed to)
Me: Well, I am going to get Jacob and be right back. Try not to destroy the house. (tall order, I understand)
You: Oooootay.
I go into Jacob's room, change his clothes into something cute. He promptly throws up and it goes into every neck crevice, including his ears. I change his clothes again, this time into something less cute to ward off the puke gods. I hear a loud crash and an "Ohhh no!". This is my signal that you have probably destroyed the house, or at least part of it.
Me: Caden! What happened?! (I am frantically trying to discern what caused the loud crash, no such luck)
You: Nevermind.
Me: What made that noise? Are you ok?
You: I need go pee pee. (nice work of dodging the question)
We make it to the bathroom, Jacob of course refuses to be put down and must have a front row seat while I try to wrestle your pants down because 1. You decided your arms didn't work and you were "too tired" and "need help" while pulling down your underwear and 2. You were a crocodile and crocodiles are "fast" and "never sleep and eat cookies". (of course they do)
Me: Caden, if you are a crocodile and if they are fast, then why can't you pull down your underwear?
You: Nevermind.
I finally get you on the potty only to see that Jacob (whom finally agreed to sit on the floor as long as at least my toe was touching him) had dumped the trash and was trying to eat something...still not sure what it was.
You: I DONE!!!! I DONE!!!
Me: Ok, grab the toilet paper and wipe. You know how to do it.
You: WAIT!!! I NEED GO POO POO!
Me: Ok Caden, please don't yell. I can hear you, I am only 2 feet from you.
You then insist on giving me a play-by-play of what was going on. I will spare you the details, but let's just say it was a literal play-by-play complete with sound effects.
You: I DONE! I DONE!
Me: Ok, Caden, you know what to do
You: I won't be having this, too much money. (You are now eyeing the toilet paper. This is obviously what must have been gleaned when you try to have a fiscal conversation with a 3 year old about wasting whole rolls of toilet paper)
I successfully manage to convince you to clean your bottom and get you and Jacob out of the bathroom. I find a semi-cute outfit to change Jacob into and hurriedly get you and him outside. You know, before the puke gods saw fit to mess with my plans.
Me: Caden, please stand over here. I want to take a cute picture of you and you brother.
You: Ugggggghhhhh! (biggest sigh EVER) I want to bake cookies.
Me: Ok! After quiet time, if you are good, I will bake cookies with you (I see this as an opportunity and I try and take it)
You: Ooootay. Momma! Airplane! Momma! I go stand over here! (You quickly dart to the other side of the yard with your arms spread out like an airplane)
Me: Caden, I need you over here so we can take a picture, please come back
You: Rawr! I eat you! *chomp* (you are now a blue dinosaur who is pretending to eat me)
Me: Ok blue dinosaur, stand here for me. (I am able to move you into position. You immediately sit down and begin digging holes in the ground with your finger)
I see Jacob licking the porch and eating what looks to be a piece of beef jerky, but seems more likely to be a dried, dead worm. Delicious. After grabbing what is left of the worm (?) and making sure there is none left your brother's mouth I turn, just in time to see you step into your swimming pool. Of course there had to be water in it (Didn't I empty that out months ago?!).
Me: Really Caden?!
You: Nevermind
We all hustle inside, I lay Jacob on his play mat so that I can get you changed into dry clothes. He immediately scoots off of it and goes towards the Christmas tree where all the plastic (albeit shiny and delicious looking) ornaments are hanging. However, he decides the supposedly hidden electrical cord is much more tasty. I am able to pry it from his chubby little hands amidst all his protests and place him on his play mat again, this time much further from the tree. I retreat with you into the laundry room.
Me: Caden, what shirt do you want to wear?
You: I blue dinosaur, RAWR!!! I no wear clothes. ( I briefly consider this option, however it is cold today)
I peek to the living room in time to see Jacob making puke angels with a huge puddle of his vomit. Apparently the puke gods got wind of the situation and decided to bless us again. On second thought Caden, it's not that cold outside. You happily begin prancing around the house naked.
I decide the need for a New Year's picture will have to wait. There are at least 16 hours left of this day, yes? Let's bake those cookies you mentioned.
Love,
Mommy
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