Tough Couple of Days for Carrie

Yesterday, Shane had an allergy panel.

He was not happy with the whole process. Carrie said he started thrashing and hitting well before the test. He even headbutted the doctor. I got an "I am emotionally exhausted" email from her while at work.

Thankfully, I was able to leave work on time. Carrie took Shane to PetSmart to get a new fish filter and I met up with my babe and baby to help out.

Today, Carrie's tooth fell out again!

Carrie rushed to the dentist, but they were't able to work her in until later. The dentist said the filling/cap wouldn't work anymore. The new plan involved grinding down the rest of the tooth and fitting a crown (sounds like fun). Carrie was only fitted with a temporary crown today, and she'll have to go back later in March after the surgery to remove her tumor.

Throughout this, my parents were a huge help. They held on to Shane willingly.

I left my night class early when it was clear Carrie wouldn't be done at the dentist before 6 PM.

Pop-Pop and Shane were playing when I finally weaved through enough traffic to make it! Shane was in love with a new game Pop-Pop made. Shane would shout "TIMBER!" and then Pop-Pop would stretch up tall and slooowly fall forward to get him!  When Shane learned I would play 'Timber' too he made me fall over by myself 10 times in a row. Maybe that goes with the whole 'anti-Daddy' behavior, or maybe he just thought it was hilarious I would do what he asked! Ha ha. My boy was happy and playing with Pop-Pop and me, so I was fine with it either way. It made for a nicer way to end the night.

We stopped at Dunkin Donuts on the way home and the lady gave Shane a free pair of donut holes to see if he preferred glazed or chocolate*! The kid is a cutie. He's already getting free stuff from women. I'll have to drill the whole monogamy thing in if I don't want 20 grandkids.

Or do I? Hmmm......

Just kidding.

Wait until you're married, Shane!

Carrie fell asleep on the couch, so I think I'll go upstairs to finish my last 15 minutes of Lent reading.

Night, world.

*Glazed was the winner, by the way. We'll see if that changes as Shane gets older!

If You Look Close Enough..

If you look at this picture close enough....

....and then click you may notice something.

A Singing Boy

Shane doesn't like it when I sing anymore unless it's one of a few, select songs.

Like "The Wheels on the Bus!"

Even then, Shane prefers to do the singing himself. I'm allowed to sing some of the harder lines.

Shane knows many verses:

Wheels: "Round and round"
Wipers: "Swish swish swish!"
Horn: "Beep beep beep!"
Babies: "Wah wah wah!"
Mommies: "I wuv u" or "Shh shh shh!" (We try to get him to do "I love you," but I suspect Nana does "Shh shh shh"

Sometimes Shane will improvise and the song will be about a garbage truck instead of a bus! He can get really into it when he's not on camera!

Shane's First Snow...

...shoveling attempt.

I think it was the first time Shane was outside in the snow running around too!

I can't believe I never posted this! There was a two hour delay that day. I went out to shovel and Shane loved running around with me. He was not happy when I was ready to go in and warm up.

One day, he'll be big enough to shovel himself and he can stay out and shovel the whole driveway (and the neighbor's too) if he wants!

Min

Good kitty.

Do You Know What YOUR SON Did? #3

I walked in from work yesterday to a "Do you know what YOUR SON did?"

Lately, Shane's been jamming his hand done the back of his diaper. 

Friday, he dug down and found 'brown gold.'

Carrie and Dan had a chat when Dan got back from work before me. Shane ran into a corner and turned to face Mommy (hiding the 'dirty' deed).

Carrie caught on pretty quick, but it was too late. She marched over to Shane, pulled his hand out, and got a surprise!

It gets better.

When Carrie was watching Shane's hands in the sink, Shane managed to slip away his freshly cleaned hand and stick it right back in the mud! Ha ha!

I can't laugh too loud, though. 

The stink did the same thing to me today (my reflexes were better and there were no repeat digs, though!). 

Methinks it's about time to start potty training.

First DYKWYSD? post.

Second DYKWYSD? post.

...and because it's funny: Shane's finest moment.

A Grandpa Vern Story

Wednesday, I was stuck in traffic and angry. People were swerving around, cutting each other off, pulling illegal maneuvers and generally telegraphing"I don't care about anyone else; I'm going to get what's mine and I don't care if it makes the situation worse for everyone else."

I happened to be on the phone with Grandma Lois on my 45 minute, 6 mile commute. My complaints reminded her of a story involving my grandfather.

Once, when Grandma Lois and Grandpa Vern were in Canada, they were in a long line. A man and his family waltzed their way up to the front of the line and cut-in without a second thought.

Grandpa, in his quiet manner, stepped out of line and walked over. He tapped the man on the shoulder and said, "In Nebraska, the line starts at the end."

Grandpa never raised his voice. He never made an angry gesture.

The man and his family turned around and went back outside.

Grandpa wasn't a big guy, but he could be the kind of guy that everyone listened to (boy, that would be useful as a teacher).

Grandpa also had a long list of catchphrases:

On how he could always nap: "Clean living and a clear conscience."

When asked where someone was: "Out among'em."

When asked where that was: "Down at the cornerfrickle by the tennifris."

When greeting an old friend "I'm glad you're here. You're the only one here uglier than me!"

He also had a patented chuckle.

I'm probably off on some of the quotes, so if you knew Grandpa feel free to correct me or chime in. He was on my mind this week/weekend after Grandma mentioned him.

Anti-Daddy

"Daddy bye-bye! That way!"

I've been hearing that a lot lately.

"Daddy go!" and "Daddy hide!" are two other phrases in the local vernacular.

Shane loves his Mommy. Anyone who hugs his mommy without his approval is the enemy.

And he never approves!

I'm sure it's a phase almost all little boys go through: Mommy-itis. Shane has even started calling out "Mommy!" in the mornings instead of "Daddy!" (as of Tuesday).

I'll win him back when he's a little older.

There's only two times of day that I'm a total rockstar: bath time and bed time. I'm also the outdoors parent, but I'm only in his good graces until it's time to go back inside (then I'm the enemy once again).

Shane loves the bath and I'm always the bath parent. He makes me blow bubbles (" DADDY BLOW!?") and recently I started spitting bath water ("DADDY SPIT?!").  Last night, I showed Shane a spit bubble. The kid made me make them continuously for the next 10 minutes until I had dry mouth!

Carrie gets a little upset whenever I mention I'm the parent non-grata. I think it's funny, because it doesn't really upset me. I figure it's just a phase and I can harass him about it when he's older.

Carrie knows the intense Mommy-love could be a phase, too.

Once when Shane was nuzzling her, she looked at him and said "One day when you're older and embarrassed of me because I'm your mother, I'm going to remind you there was a time you were so jealous you'd kick anyone who hugged me!"

I think it's cute how much she's enjoying it now.

I also think it's funny that she can't sneak out of the room for a break without Shane noticing and I can check my email at will!

Humor

Shane picked up his green and pink ball.

"TWO BALLS!"he yelled.

"That's right! You have two balls!" Mommy replied.

Not wanting to be left out of a family moment, I chipped in.  "So does Daddy!"

My sense of humor is going to get me in trouble when Shane's older.

Tumor

Carrie went to the surgeon today and they said it's a tumor. She's scheduled to have it removed in March.

I don't think it's anything to panic over yet, but prayers that it isn't cancer would be highly appreciated.

I'll certainly be praying.