Monster Under the Bed?

How can I convince my children there are no monsters under the bed when I find THIS under the bed?

Tissue Monster!

Day Out With Thomas 2010

Day Out With Thomas 2010 the Celebration Tour! Thomas’s 65th Birthday

Our son has been into Thomas the Tank Engine since he was a little over 1 year old. Last year I found out about Day Out With Thomas (DOWT) after the fact and we were crushed. Well, this year I jumped on the opportunity. For those of you not in the know, DOWT is an event where an actual Thomas the Train, life sized, real working engine makes stops at area railroad stations and museums for a week long event. For a measly $18 (kids under 2 free!) you get to ride in a train car pulled by Thomas. You get your picture taken with Thomas and there are tons of other fun Thomas and train activities to do.

Whoever thought of this idea is a God! Imagine, having a literary character you love come to life! Thomas is about so much more than the toys and videos. Thomas started as a story between a father and a son. This grew into published books, then a video series, then wholesome wooden toy trains…

Thomas is void of violence. Thomas is now being used for children with autism, as they learn about feelings and emotions by watching the emotions on the different trains faces as they learn to identify what those faces mean.

Thomas is filled with great storylines about being a good friend. And I use some of the other phrases heard over and over again to motivate my son:

“Be on track and on time” helps to get him going

“You’re a very useful engine” gets him to help put toys away, help his sister, help us…

The day was beautiful. When the kids saw Thomas Zoe lost her mind, Carter just was blank in the face…it was all too much for him to comprehend as he tried to take it in. I was surprised at my own reaction as I choked back tears. Tears knowing what a special day this was for him, tears knowing how much we have gone through to have this special little boy we can give opportunities like this to. Tears for every little kid who was seeing their shiny, blue friend.

Think back to footage you have seen of teenagers loosing their minds, fainting when they saw the Beatles…now picture nearly the same thing with a bunch of toddlers over a blue engine with a cheeky smile.

I know he may not remember this early memory forever (although we do plan to go again) but so far, he has talked about it every day since.

Hey Where’d this Black Kid Come From?

Hey kid! What'd ya never see a black kid before?

There is this thing I have been noticing. I cannot help but observe behaviors, it’s what I do. Usually it is in dogs but I have found this weird parallel between dogs and kids…anyway…so far this is not one of those times…

Where we live it is a pretty mixed neighborhood. Our block has many children, all white but the block to the south of is has many black children. And my children go to a day care at a very mixed race college so 50% of their friends at school are black. But I notice that many of the places we frequent do not have many black kids. And I notice this thing go on and can’t tell if it is a black thing or not.

Let me describe:

There is an indoor kids playground we go to that we call the BBY. It is in the burbs and usually we have the only two black kids, sometimes there is one other black kid. But there were some kids playing in a playhouse, about 3 of them, Carter walked in and they stopped and just stared at him. Now, I don’t know if they all knew each other and they were looking at him, like “Hey, who is this kid? We don’t know him.” or if they were stopped dead in their tracks because he is black.

I have noticed it many times, just cannot recall them all right now.

Then there was our Day out With Thomas up in Green Bay, WI. Hardly any other black children were there and when I got to my computer to look at the pictures from the day I spotted the “look” I am talking about.

What do you think? Is that just a look kids give each other or is that a, “Hey, where’d this black kid come from? look?

“We Should Tape This”

So the other night we were goofing around with the kids, mainly Carter and I was yelling out dog training commands, which are very similar to the way you would instruct children. I said, “Carter, Come” and he did. Then I jokingly got a little bowl of mini M&M’s and said “We should tape this” to which Carter ran out of the room and came back with this…

Seriously, he did. Now that is funny!

I meant with the flip camera because what was about to happen next was pretty funny too.

I said, “Carter sit” and he sat and I gave him an M&M. I said, “Carter lay down” he did…bam M&M

Roll over was filled with giggles and we are still working on it.

He Cracks Me Up, Usually at the most inappropriate times…

My son is 2 1/2 years old. I think he is one of the funniest people I know…he had to have developed it from us right?

Examples:

Driving in car:

Mama: Carter, what do you want for dinner?

Carter: Mmmmm

Mama: What do you want for dinner? Are you thinking?

Carter: Carter want peana butta cooooo kies

Mama: I should’ve known better than to ask a 2 year old what he wants for dinner

Carter in backseat of car, teasing his sister, making motions like he is going to let her have his Thomas the Train sunglasses, but when she reaches for them he snatches them back and makes an “ahhhh” noise which then cracks both of their asses up.

Carter: Carter funny!

Mama: You are funny alright

I love that he refers to himself in the third person. There is something so satirical about it to me, even though I know he just does it because he doesn’t know any better. He also get tense wrong which is funny…if you ask, “Who wants ice cream?” He will yell, “I did, I did!”

There is more, I just can’t think of the funniness off the tip of my head right now, I will have to start writing this down. He is a hoot!

Organized Sports at 2 years old…

Well, organized might be a stretch…

Carter started Mikro soccer today. He is supposed to be 3 years old but he is 2.5 and when I called to ask if he could play they said he just needed to be able to follow directions. I figured, on a good day that is possible so let’s give it a shot.

Size 3 ball in hand we showed up. I had dinners packed to keep his sister at bay.

It was chaos! Right from the get go there were kids falling apart, crying everywhere! I prayed he was not one of them…and he was not. My little 2.5 year old was a champ. Then two kids fell while dribbling the ball, and they cried. Then you see a parent scoop up his kid…another kid won’t get out of the net the whole time…he’s like a dolphin caught in a tuna net.

Then the parents…oh where do I start with them. HELICOPTER!!!! And the complete opposite, talking on the phone, blah blah blah…soccer dad muttering beneath his breath…”They KNOW how to RUN! Why is she making them run? This is soccer, teach them SOCCER!”

Then there is the kid who just took off and played in the stream the whole time.

My boy had a few moments of distraction…like when the landscaping tractor for the city drove by THREE times…come on, that is like crack for my boy…any type of heavy machinery transportation. We diverted him pretty well, but I did get it on tape.

All in all, I was really PROUD!

What Would You Do?

Here’s a little game I like to play from time to time called, “What Would You Do?”
All completely hypothetical (wink wink)…

Todays, WWYD…

What would you do if your foster daughter came home from a visit with her birth mom (first visit in over a month).

And your daughter is 18 months old…

And it is 36 degrees out and snowing…

That's right size 4! Reminder daughter is 18 months old

Reminder today in Wisconsin it is 36 degrees and snowing