Monsters

Last night around 10 Dylan started screaming, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!"

Wes went into his room and picked him up out of bed. Rocked him a bit until he calmed down. Then asked him what was wrong.

Dylan: "scared"

Wes: "What are you scared of?"

Dylan: "Monsters"

Wes: "Where are the monsters?"

Dylan: "Under bed"

Wes: "Do you want me to get rid of the monsters?"

Dylan: "No"

Then he just crawled back in bed and went back to sleep. Sometimes he's a strange little kid.

Just last week he was under my bed and told me that was so the monsters couldn't get him.

The logic of a 2 y/o will never be understood.

We're All Wierdos

My friend Erin was making a list on her blog of "freakish tendencies." I thought I'd copy since my list in her comments space was getting too long.

I have a routine I must do before bed in order to sleep. I will add it's been cut down significantly since college, but Wes still makes fun of me.

Most food on my plate can't touch.

I can imagine my thighs/butt growing by the minute if I don't exercise daily.

Once I start cleaning, with the exception of the dishes, I can't stop until the house is done top to bottom.

Never chew/bite on a sucker, or any other hard candy.

Never touch a public door with more than a pinky finger if necessary.

Face lotion must be applied the minute I get out of the shower.

My toenails have to always be painted even when no one's going to see them.

I count when I walk or run by myself. And I make up patterns for stepping over the cracks on the sidewalk.

I have to eat something sweet after every meal except breakfast. It's like my body's way of knowing the chow wagon's closed. If I can't find even an M&M, I will want to keep eating.

I have to clean the tub before I can take a bath.

You Have to Watch This

My cousin had this on facebook. It speaks straight to my heart. I'm glad CNN is pickin' up what's going down. Finally.

The End is in Sight

My MD committed to induce me next Friday (April 2) if I don't have the baby before then. I guess I should plan a birthday party for Wes this weekend so he doesn't feel overshadowed by the baby coming.

Now I'm going to put on some sweats and pull my hair back. I'm done being dressed for the day.

Out of Body Experience

I occasionally feel like my body is what it used to be. Like my brain isn't registering all this extra weight I'm lugging around. As though I could run outside and start turning cartwheels. I could dive into a swimming pool, run a few miles, touch my toes, ride a horse, ski a black diamond.

Then I go through the effort to change position and remember what reality is.

Sorry, Winter Isn't Done

I'm not complaining. I love the snow, I just wish I could enjoy it a little more intimately at high velocities.

Earlier this week we went to Powder Mountain for a couple of days with Wes family. And we thought this was the perfect opportunity to introduce Dylan to one of our favorite pass times. I had planned on doing it personally much earlier in the season, but we moved, and now I'm grateful that Wes could. I believe in exposing kids early to activities, but not requiring them to attain any skill at the activity. I just want him to have fun at first and he can learn how to do it later (like we did it last summer on the lake.) So Wes started out dragging Dylan around on skis, but by that afternoon he said he could go 15-20 feet by himself. I didn't witness this and I'm kind of sad about it. We also figured since his cousins would be there skiing he would be more motivated to ski, and we were right. This kid worships the ground his cousins walk on.

Speaking of his cousins, they are fantastic and I love them, but they crack me up. While we were swimming, his cousin Canyon who is about 15 months older than Dylan asked how old Dylan was. When I told him he was two, Canyon said, "Oh, he's almost same tall as me." I love seeing those 2 boys play together. Then later that night we put a movie on in 1 condo for the kids while we all went next door to play games. After awhile Dylan came in with a bag of popcorn, all unwrapped from its cellophane, and asked if we'd make it. We did just to keep everyone away and quiet so we could play. Apparently when Wes walked Dylan back over with the popped popcorn, Dylan was applauded by his cousins for mission accomplished. Why wouldn't you exploit the youngest? You've figured out that you'll get said no to.

Sorry to expose you to even more snowman pics, but my kid seriously loves snowmen. Yesterday, Wes took him out in the front yard to make a snow man. I looked out the window after a while to see how it was progressing, if Dylan was freezing, and instead I started laughing. Wes is pulling wood out of the garage to make a ramp to get the second ball on top of the first. I had to put on some snow gear to go help Wes stack the monstrosity. But Dylan did like his big, big snow man.Please recall when I help Dylan make a snowman, it's about the same size he is. When Wes helps, the bottom ball is taller than Dylan. Men. Apparently size does matter.

Spoon Me

There's this fro-yo place called Spoon Me on 94th just west of Highland Dr. It looks like a really cute place so I decided to try it today when Dylan said he wanted ice cream. Here's the warning: this is not where you want to take your kids. They have 3 flavors: natural, acai berry, and green tea. We tried natural and I kind of liked it. It was kicky plain yogurt, but frozen. It would have been delicious had I put fruit on it instead of chocolate chips, sprinkles and cocoa krispies for Dylan. He took one bite, gave the tart face and picked out the cereal from then on.

Don't take your kids to Spoon Me, it's for a different demographic.