- Last month we had VBS and Jay is still talking about it. Funny to me, because he cried every morning that I dropped him off. But now is all he talks about....go figure. My friend Katie took some pics of the kids in their chefs hats (cooking was the theme this year) and I will load the ones she took of Jay, they are so sweet! It was the week before Father's Day so Jay brought home an apron with his handprints and "I love my daddy" painted on the front. Wes thought it was great.
- For the fourth of July we met several families from our SS class and let the kids play while we waited for the fireworks. It rained for a while before the show so we ended up throwing all of the kids in the back of Wes' truck to watch the fireworks and they thought it was so much fun. It was mostly boys so the girls opted to stay out of the truck for the most part...and I didn't blame them....being stuck in a cage with a bunch of wild boys isn't my idea of a good time either.
This was the funny part about the fireworks though. We were talking about going to see them all day and Jay was so excited once we told him they were about to start. About 5 min into the show he started begging, and I mean seriously begging, for his gun. At first we just ignored it but it was clear that this was a live or die kind of thing so we looked in the truck, and luckily, his toy gun was there. He then started shooting the fireworks. For the rest of time he kept the gun pointed at the sky and yelled, "I got 'em! I shot the fireworks!" Wes and I couldn't figure out why that was so important to him until it hit me that we had been saying, "we are going to go watch them shoot fireworks" all day. At the end he started clapping and said, "I shot them all! I shot all the fireworks!" Haha! We are still laughing about it.
- As Jay gets closer to 2 1/2 (not to mention the whole new baby thing), I am getting ready to start this potty training task. A year ago I thought I'd be so eager to get him trained but in the last few months I have been dreading it more and more. I just keep thinking about all of the potty breaks we will be taking and how nice it is that he can just go pee anywhere right now. I have a feeling we will be fertilizing the woods between here and south Ga for years to come. But I know I've got to get serious about this thing since I dread even more the idea of 2 in diapers come Dec. My plan is to try a strategy that some friends used, stay at home (no errands, no play dates, nothing) for several days in a row and focus every waking moment on going to the potty. Doesn't sound like much fun but I'd rather do it and be done with it, assuming he feels the same way of course. We will see...hopefully before September.
- As we get closer to Jay being the big brother I have been trying foster some independence and order in the house. He loves to be carried, something I will not be able to do when I am as big as a house. He also is under the impression that whatever he says goes, no matter how much Wes and I object. So I have started some new rules. This means we have been visiting the time out corner more often lately but I've got to get him in order before the "new boss" arrives. So here they are: and Jay knows them all. Whether he obeys or not is still up to chance but we are making progress.
1) He can choose to eat and drink either on the floor or at the table (no couch/chair/or while standing)
2) He only gets 4 coins at a time to play with (imagine me going around the house finding coins scattered everywhere for days...)
3) We have to clean up one game before moving on the next (and we sing the clean up song, of course)
4) If he cries when he doesn't get his way he has to go to the "cry corner" (Wes says this one is just mean but I am tired of him following me around the house crying because I told him no)
5) time out is for 2 minutes, nose in the corner, no looking around, no talking to us
6) We have to hold hands and watch for cars when crossing the street (he actually has fun with this one ever since I told him the cars would "get us" if we didn't)
7) No touching any wires, boxes, trash, fire extinguishers in public. Again, we say that fireman will "get him" if he does...a very effective method.
8) He has to put his paper (oh, and another rule would be that he can only draw on paper) on a board in his playroom so he doesn't end up drawing on the carpet, same goes for the playdough, has to keep it on the board. He will ask, "board, where's board?" when he wants to play with either one.
9) No shoes on the couch....one he knows very well and will remind Wes without fail
10) No throwing (anything other than a ball). The other day I threw a magazine across the couch and he came up to me and said, "no throwing mama! it's not a football!"
11) Toys must be approved by me before taking into the car
12) No snacks in the car except for long trips (those, again, will be approved by me)
13) Absolutely NO crayons in the car (you can imagine how this rule was created) crayons sitting in a hot car in the summer...no a pretty site for my leather interior
14) only approved juice cups are allowed in the car (i.e. the ones that are virtually 100% leak proof)
(The car rules were created after I spent 2 hours spot cleaning the entire car thanks to his reckless behavior)
That's all I can think of for now but I assure you, there is more. As I told Wes the night he came home to these newly enforced rules, "I have got to get some order back into this house, this is not a zoo!"
- Now for things Jay is saying these days....basically anything he hears...dangerous....but here are my favorites.
1) "Daddy took it to work?" This started after he had been looking for a fireman lady that came with his truck for days. I was so tired of looking and when he finally came to the conclusion that Daddy must have taken "his lady" to work I went with it. Now when we loose anything he says, "Daddy took it to work." and is completely satisfied with that.
2) "You like it?" This he started saying during my mom's visit last week. Any time he would have a toy, shirt, shoe, etc in his hand he would come over to us and ask "you like it, mama? You like it mimi?" And you know with that sweet question we would always rave about just how much we liked it.
3) "I enjoyed it!" I tell him to say this after supper and after we have visited someone. He loves saying it and it is so precious coming from his little 2 year old mouth
4) "Mama ok? Want me to kiss it? Need bandaid? All better?" This string of comments come after I have hurt myself and he goes straight to caregiver role. It is so sweet. And he loves it when I actually do need a bandaid, he runs and gets one and puts it on my "boo boo"...after a sweet kiss, of course.
5) "Need screwdriver?" When we say that something is broken he immediately asks this question. And if we do, he runs to get his toy screwdriver with serious ambition.
6) "Need batteries" When his toys stop working he comes to this conclusion. then will get into his car and say, "I go to store to get batteries! bye!"
7) "This is not a game!" I say this to him when he wants to goof off and I am trying to get him dressed/change his diaper. He repeats me and then calms down. I said it out of exhaustion the first time and when I saw how he straightened up, I keep using it.
8) "Be nice!" "Don't hit me!" "Don't spit!" "Don't pinch" You can imagine when he says these...I promise we don't pinch him but I guess he thinks we do. Spanking has become a lost cause since he just thinks we are hitting him and tells us no. If i fuss at him he tells me to "be nice." Can you say bossy!!!
9) When I'm driving he tells me to "be careful mama! don't crash!" Either Wes has told him I am not a good driver or I am really THAT bad!
10) "I'm tired." I guess I have said that a lot since i've been pregnant and now he uses this as his excuse to not do something. "Jay, are you ready to eat?" "no, i'm tired." "jay let's go to the store." "no, (sigh) I'm tired." This coming from a boy that is NEVER tired.
11) "My mommy" At first, I thought this was very sweet...until I realized that it doesn't mean what I thought....he isn't saying, "my mommy as in I love my mommy" but really means, "my mommy, my slave."
Well this has ended up being a very long post and I still have things to say. so I will just upload some photos and do the rest later in the week.
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| Chef Jay |
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| he and Mimi looking for "the man" after I told him not to go in the attic or the boogy man would get him |
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| Playing doctor, checking Mimi's heart |
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| He said that she had a "boo boo" but he kissed it and made it "all better" |
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| Kisses |
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| Swinging with Kurt and Ash! |
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| Helping Kurt find some rocks in the river |
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| Looking at the tadpoles with Ash |
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| Mimi bought Jay a drum set (a necessity after he scratched his stool to smithereens) and they had a concert at for Kurt |
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| As you can tell by the wide variety of noise makers, Wes was less than thrilled when he heard we were bringing home a Mexican band. |
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| Poor Georgia (Ashley's dog) trying to hide from all the noise |
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| At least he can get some aggression out now. |
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