Friday, May 15, 2015

coming along.

Moving is coming along nicely.  I have moved a ton of the toys into storage. I just cannot keep up with cleaning and moving. Maybe it's because every time I feed someone, this happens...
Jimmy's fault.
**EDIT**Before you say something like, "that's why you shouldn't feed them on the couch in the first place"... I would like you to know that A yes, I know, thanks Mom, now I know why you still make us eat in the kitchen; B the table/highchair probably looked worse than this at the time; and/or C Jimmy was asleep when Ray started eating, but obviously not for long.** 
What does moving things into storage look like with kids in tow?
waiting for the elevator = Jimmy's escape attempts
best job in the world!
Ray had a fever for a few days this week. His only complaint was that his head hurt.  Greg said I should bring him by the clinic.  Turns he has an outer ear infection.  
I like to keep the air conditioning off in the house and the car. I keep our windows rolled down.  So, of course when we show up at the clinic, poor Ray has a rash on his face.  I get him home and it has spread all over his bum and legs.  I cranked up the ac and stuck him in the tub, hoping to cool him off and that the rash would disappear. It's slowly going away.  
For you Doc McStuffins fans, Ray says, "Look, Mommy! I have Mystery Pox!"
obviously suffering
Ask me why he has an ear infection in the first place.
Because Greg took him to the pool this weekend. And he jumped off the edge over and over and over again, dunking his head underwater each time. The last time I took him, I had to threaten him to jump just once. Thank goodness no one was around. Imagine hearing a kid say, "Mommy, no putting me under the water. No going under the water, Mommy!"
I'm glad Greg got to reap the fruits of my labors.

We sleep on Japaneses futons the floor. They need to be aired out every once in a while.  I chose Monday. Apparently Monday is also landscaping day.
see the beds on the car? good. now see the landscaper?
I gave the kids chocolate chip cookies and stuck them in front of a movie to distract them while I made the beds after they spent the day lounging in the sun (the beds... not the kids).
I finish and in runs Jimmy, mushy half-eaten cookie in hand, chocolate covering his face, faceplanting into the freshly made bed, rolling around and rubbing off the chocolate off like it's his very own personal gigantic body napkin.
chocolate schmear hidden under the blanket
Jimmy's a maniac.  He loves dancing.  I turned off a movie as the credits came on and he screamed. He'd waited to the end just to dance to the music during the credits. Jimmy dancing looks like a Sumo wrestler preparing for a fight. Wide leg stance, squatting and stomping to the beat. He even yells along with a gutteral, "HUH!"  

I told Greg that it really doesn't matter that the toys are gone.  It's just as messy as before because now the boys pull everything out to play.  But I'm okay with that.  They're actually playing with everything they throw around, instead of just playing with a few things they dig out of the huge pile they dumped in order to find what they wanted in the first place.
Me: "What are you doing?"
Ray: "Playing with those blocks. And blocking them."
I finally cut the boys hair. It was a messy messy job. Ray said, "Look! I have hair on my arms like Daddy!"
They're waiting until Greg gets home to get a bath.  That's why they're half-dressed in most of these pictures.
I would have vacuumed them off, but their fight or flight response kicked in when they saw me coming and they ran away.
 he's a fan. can you tell?

Monday, May 11, 2015

mother's day.

Greg spent a lot of time with the boys over the past few days. I'm stepping back so he can recount a few conversations he had with Ray.  Photo captions are all mine (Toni's).
third time's a charm.

Ray was jabbering in the car when we drove to buy Mother's Day gifts.
Ray: "...and Mommy said, 'Go to time out.' And Mommy was very mad."
Greg: "Mommy was mad?  Why was Mommy mad?"
Ray: "And Mommy was mad. And mommy said, "Go to time out!" (immitating Toni yelling.)
Greg: "Why was Mommy mad?"
Ray: "And Mommy was very mad."
Greg: "Who was Mommy mad at?"
Ray: "Mommy said go to time out!" (continuing to avoid questions)
Greg: "Ray, did you do something bad?"
Ray: "Umm, yes."
Ray's selfie
I never could get him to tell me what he'd done, but he did have a great observation to share with me.
Ray: "And time out is very boring."
Greg: "Yes, it is isn't it."
Ray: "Yes. Time out is no fun."
he's pulling my hair out.

Ray: "Umm, can chicken nurse?"
Greg: "No, RayRay, chickens can't nurse. Chickens don't make milk."
Ray: (pausing.) "I have an idea. How bout we put mommy chicken into milk then baby chicken can nurse."
Now, replay that same conversation two more times with different animals, substitute "chicken" for "fish", then "spider".
Ray, smile and look at the camera. Jimmy, smile.
Ray, look at the camera. Jimmy, smile.
good enough.
I was cooking two frozen pot pies and a waffle in the oven. I checked on them while Ray peered around me into the oven.
Ray: "Daddy, is that a cupcake?"
Greg: "That's a waffle."
Ray: "Oh, right. That's an affle cupcake!" (it sounded like "awful")
my card.
card cotinued. my flowers. and my mom sent me the mug.

Friday, May 8, 2015

my findings.

Can I please tell you about my day?

I turned on Tangled for the boys so I could pack.  I had a large box of kitchen stuff, including most of our cups, laying on the floor of the closet waiting to be sorted and packed.  There I found a sippy cup... with milk still in it.
Thank you, Jimmy.
At least he tried to put it away, right?

Here's the kicker. We had a green rug that I rolled up and stored in that closet. Greg liked it and wanted to keep it, but every time I went in there I thought, "This rug smells terrible!!" So, yesterday I threw it out.
Come to find out, it wasn't the rug.

The boys were pretty good while I was packing.  Ray came in once telling me he couldn't find his Birthday Thomas train, the one that sings the theme song.
Me: "Did you look in the train box?"
Ray: "Yes, I looked everywhere!"
Me: "You dug around in there?"
Ray: "Yes. I cannot find it everywhere!"
I walked to the living room to find the entire box of trans and tracks strewn all over the floor. That's one way of looking. We found Birthday Thomas buried among his friends.

We took the fruits of my packing labor over to the storage unit.  I carried Jimmy in the Ergo on my back and Ray insisted on pushing the cart (once it was unloaded).  That was fun, watching him pull the thing that could fit ten of him.  We made it out unscathed.  The walls may have not.

Then there was the uneventful pit stop at Publix.  Except at the end when Ray was literally falling asleep in the cart cried for me to hold him.
We made it to the car.  Holding one boy in each arm, I opened the door and look up just in time to see the cart rolling away in slow motion. It rolled off the curb and crashed on its side, spilling our groceries all over the pavement and grass (I park next to a tree whenever possible).
The glass bottle of pasta sauce and the wine bottle survived the fall.
And so did everything else.

I started cooking mac n' cheese for the kids at 4:30 because it was that kind of day. I hear Ray behind me, "Mommy, something's wrong with this rosary. Can you help?" I turn to find three of them hanging from his neck, one of which was hanging loose in the back, therefore too tight on his throat. Terrifying.

Later, Ray runs across the living room announcing he has to "go pee pee in the pooootttyyy!!!"
A few minutes go by and then he's back and in one breath he says, "Mommy, I went to pee pee and there is a pee pee mess.  There was a spider and the spider was crawling and now there is a pee pee spider and the spider was crawling to the stroller and now there now there is a pee pee stroller. Come see!"
I'll spare you the details... except that I did indeed find a drowned spider.

Finally Greg came home.  We met him in the parking lot at 8:00 and went for a walk. We found three sheriff cars parked in front of our place when we came back. Fun for the kids, right?
No idea why they were there.  We went right inside and they drove off.

I will close with a list of Jimmy's brand spanking new favorite games: Shut the Bedroom Door & Bang Until it Opens, Empty the Diaper Drawer on the Kitchen Floor, Throw all Food and Dishes on the Floor and/or Smear it in the Couch, and lastly Sip and Spit (less raspberry spit, more siphoning).
Presenting, today's aftermath:
"Mommy, where's the brown Lego?"

I love finding them playing together.
Ray the little caterpillar wrapping into a cocoon. 

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

we're moving.

We move out of our cozy apartment at the end of this month - as in 25 days from now, my birthday, and our anniversary.
I'm going to miss the pool.
Freaking out? Maybe... a little bit. Does it show?
We move into our so-maybe-I-shed-a-tear-when-I-saw-it home on July 15th.
The kids and I will be on the road for a few weeks visiting family and friends. And with the remaining waiting time, we hope to get a vacation rental on the beach.
Lately, the first things Ray says in the morning are, "Mommy, is it daytime yet?" And then, "Time for hugs kisses and I love yous." So then I get my morning hug and kiss and "I'm very love you."

Speaking of kisses...
Jimmy can kiss now. He opens his mouth and aims straight for my nose. Thankfully he hasn't bitten it off yet.
he's smiling because he just pooped on the floor

The other day I grabbed both of them in a bear hug. I think it was the first time in a while I'd had them both in my arms.  I started reminiscing with Ray, "Remember when Jimmy was born and he was so tiny..."
"Yes." 
"...and we were in the hospital together and I was holding you and Jimmy in bed?"
"Yes. And Jimmy was a baby Jesus."
okaaaaayyyy

I try to get the boys outside after packing stuff in the mornings. It rained a lot last week though.  I seized a sunny moment to take them to the tennis courts. I felt all proud of myself for getting them dressed and out the door.
We get there.  I let Jimmy down to run.  Two seconds later he's sitting in a huge puddle... drinking the water. 
Jimmy's new favorite chewy, the crank on the tennis net

Bug story #1.
Ray: "Look, I found a baby ant and it's so cute...It's so cute and I love it." Then, picking it up with towel (squishing it on accident), "Mommy, that little ant needs air, I'll take care of it."
Me: "Is it dead?" Please let it be dead.
Ray: "No he's happy." (blowing on it)
I go lay down to nurse Jimmy. Ray follows me in the bedroom holding the towel. I'm laying at a weird angle where I can't see Ray without turning into an owl to twist my head around. 
Me: "Is he still there?"
Ray: "Yes, he needs air. Look, Mommy, I blow on him..." 
Me: "Show me." From the corner of my eye, I can make out a wiggling ant.
Ray: "That baby ant is sleeping. I want to kiss him."
Me: "He's going to bite you." Then I sense Ray scooting dangerously close to the bed....
"Don't get him on the bed."
I look up, the towel is hanging loosely from his hands.
"Where is he?"
Ray: "Ummm... I don't know. That baby ant is just sleeping somewhere on the bed........
oh look, I found him."
And that was the end of baby ant.

We have three little baby geese! I took this to share with you all.
And the next day my mom sends me this text: "We have baby geese!!"
show off.

Here is a packing tip to my future self.... and anyone else who wants it.
Use styrofoam plates and bowls as padding in between dishes. And pack them standing on their sides.  Then mummify them in bubble wrap.
It was all I could do not to throw them to test out the durability of this packing technique. I'm sure it could take it. I'll just leave it at that.
styrofoam shown on top of packed dishes

Bug story #2.
Yesterday I saw this guy crawling across the play area.
Being the genius that I am, I secured the kids in front of a movie (HA!) and grabbed a glass jar to catch him.
I couldn't find him. I was looking under the play table when Jimmy came pressing up against me. 
I tried to distract him with the jar.  He toddled off, safe from potentially venomous fangs.I went back to looking.
CRASH!!!!!
I see Jimmy standing in a garden of shattered glass. I strapped Jimmy in a bouncy chair and threatened Ray with taking all of his Legos away if he left the couch, while I cleaned up the glass and vacuumed everywhere for the missing spider.
Once that was done, Ray and I were looking for tiny stray pieces of glass. 
And Ray says, "Look Mommy! Mr. Scary-Spider is back." 
I have a strict spider friendly house.  But this guy was an exception.
Look, Greg, UGA colors!

 Now I'm off to enjoy Nutella and ice cream and Brooklyn Nine-Nine with Greg.