First snowfall of the year when Evan was three, on the way to daycare:
"Look, Mommy! That car has snow on it!"
"And so does that one!"
"And that one!"
"And that one!"
He sounded amazed and delighted everytime.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Epic Meltdowns.
Evan had a meltdown of epic proportions the other night. We're talking throwing himself to the ground, sobbing, screaming hysteria ... because Rob tried to give him a chocolate cookie and he didn't want it.
Cian's best meltdown ever was over kleenex. We'd been trying to get him to bed for at least half an hour and he wasn't having any of it. At one point, he asked for a kleenex. Rob got some toilet paper out of the bathroom and handed it to him.
Heart-wrenching sobs ensued.
"I don't want toilet paper," he wailed. "I want real kleenex out of the box."
After an unsuccessful attempt to convince him it didn't matter, Rob went downstairs, found a box of kleenex, and trudged back up.
"Here you go," he said taking one out of the box for Cian.
"That's not kleenex," said Cian with barely a glance in Rob's direction.
"Yes, it is."
Cian thew himself on the floor. "No it isn't. It's toilet paper."
This time Rob pulled a kleenex out of the box right in front of Cian's eyes.
"You put toilet paper in the box."
Um, yeah. Cian can be a slight bit stubborn. We finally convinced him that it was kleenex. Obviously, that made matters worse. "I don't want kleenex. I want toilet paper!"
Cian's best meltdown ever was over kleenex. We'd been trying to get him to bed for at least half an hour and he wasn't having any of it. At one point, he asked for a kleenex. Rob got some toilet paper out of the bathroom and handed it to him.
Heart-wrenching sobs ensued.
"I don't want toilet paper," he wailed. "I want real kleenex out of the box."
After an unsuccessful attempt to convince him it didn't matter, Rob went downstairs, found a box of kleenex, and trudged back up.
"Here you go," he said taking one out of the box for Cian.
"That's not kleenex," said Cian with barely a glance in Rob's direction.
"Yes, it is."
Cian thew himself on the floor. "No it isn't. It's toilet paper."
This time Rob pulled a kleenex out of the box right in front of Cian's eyes.
"You put toilet paper in the box."
Um, yeah. Cian can be a slight bit stubborn. We finally convinced him that it was kleenex. Obviously, that made matters worse. "I don't want kleenex. I want toilet paper!"
What language is that, exactly?
Sweetest WTF moment ever: "Mommy," says Evan, "I love you so much that I can't even speak in bear language."
Men behaving stereoptypically
It's a male thing. Cian: Where's my library book? Me: In your room. Cian: I can't find it. Rob goes in to help. Rob: Where in here? Me: On the bookshelf. *Pause* Rob: The top shelf, the middle shelf or the bottom shelf?
What are these princesses of which you speak?
I had the cutest conversation with a little girl at Evan's daycare.
She had a rose painted on each cheek and was daintily holding up her frothy little princess gown as she made her way down the stairs.
"I looove princesses," she said. "And I really love ponies. But unicorns are my favourite."
"I bet you love rainbows too...," I said.
She gasped. "How did you know I love rainbows?"
Just a wild, crazy guess ...
A few days later, I came across her in the cubby room getting ready to go home. She was holding a stuffed unicorn. I asked her its name. Inevitably, she said, "Princess".
She had a rose painted on each cheek and was daintily holding up her frothy little princess gown as she made her way down the stairs.
"I looove princesses," she said. "And I really love ponies. But unicorns are my favourite."
"I bet you love rainbows too...," I said.
She gasped. "How did you know I love rainbows?"
Just a wild, crazy guess ...
A few days later, I came across her in the cubby room getting ready to go home. She was holding a stuffed unicorn. I asked her its name. Inevitably, she said, "Princess".
Star Wars ...
My kids are obsessed with Star Wars. Lego Star Wars. Star Wars the Clone Wars. Star Wars the Puffle Wars. Cian made that last one up in an unholy union of Star Wars and Club Penguin.
I've had to impose a new rule: you're only allowed to talk to Mommy about Star Wars for 10 minutes or until I can't stand it anymore, whichever comes first. (I can't stand it anymore always comes first.)
I figured there had to be a way that I could use this fixation to my advantage. I had a brainwave a couple of nights ago.
"Go to bed, you must!" I said to the boys in my best Yoda impression.
"You don't sound wise enough," said Cian ...
I've had to impose a new rule: you're only allowed to talk to Mommy about Star Wars for 10 minutes or until I can't stand it anymore, whichever comes first. (I can't stand it anymore always comes first.)
I figured there had to be a way that I could use this fixation to my advantage. I had a brainwave a couple of nights ago.
"Go to bed, you must!" I said to the boys in my best Yoda impression.
"You don't sound wise enough," said Cian ...
Saturday, January 9, 2010
The Evil Dead, Again
Really, Evan has never seen the Evil Dead. But first he calls the stick he's pretending is a gun his "boomstick" and now ... "I'm the guy with the gun!"
Words I'll Miss ...
Nunga (Cian) Nilk (Evan) = Milk
Mapup Syrup (both)
Makle Leafs (for some reason, Evan, even though he says Mapup if it is syrup)
Robob, and sometimes Bobob (both) = Robot
Butcept (both)
"I'm so incited!" (Cian, for excited)
Wah = yes for Evan
Mapup Syrup (both)
Makle Leafs (for some reason, Evan, even though he says Mapup if it is syrup)
Robob, and sometimes Bobob (both) = Robot
Butcept (both)
"I'm so incited!" (Cian, for excited)
Wah = yes for Evan
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