Friday, October 19, 2012

SPIDER HATS at the library

This morning, we went to the library for story time. This was our first time attending the age group for 3-5 years old so, we didn't know what to expect. The boys did FANTASTIC! Sydney sat quietly on my lap and listened to the stories (all spider themed) while Silas entertained himself climbing on Sydney's part of the double stroller and playing with the buckles. (I was REALLY PROUD of Sydney's behavior and would LOVE to take him back for the older group again!) 

After the stories and songs, we made SPIDER HATS! (We made one for Silas, too, figuring that he would be disappointed if he didn't get one, too.) They turned out pretty SPOOKY, don't you think?

Sydney was really disappointed when we got home because Daddy wasn't home from work yet, nor were neighbors Frank or Bev's cars home. He REALLY wanted to scare someone with his spider hat, convinced that no one would recognize him.

We've got cute kids!

I teased them that their spider hats weren't going to fit them this afternoon since both boys were getting haircuts. They're still cute!

We made SPIDER HATS at the library today! SPOOKY! FUN!

Baby's First Haircut - SILAS, Oct 2012

This afternoon, we went to the beauty school so that the boys could get haircuts. Sydney has been getting pretty shaggy for quite a while now and was LONG OVERDUE for a haircut and Silas had never had one yet. Silas sported a Fraggle Rock whispy 'do that has been hanging into his eyes and starting to fall into mullet status. SO, we made TODAY be 'THE DAY' for his first haircut!

Thankfully, the instructor was thoughtful enough to encourage our two beauty school students to sit side-by-side so that these brothers could watch each other get haircuts. (That was a HUGE RELIEF and much appreciated by these parents!)

Silas sat on Daddy's lap for his first haircut. He thought it was ALL GOOD, especially since he had his thumb! Mommy entertained him with a squirt bottle filled with water for a little while before he decided that HE wanted it.

A short time later, Sydney decided that HE wanted one, too. Soon, he was squirting water at Daddy. (Daddy warned him that HE WOULD GET BACK AT HIM... and HE DID!) The boys... Daddy included... thought it was kind of fun!

(NOTE: As usual, click on the photos to view them larger.)

Using the self-timer... Family of four at the beauty school.

If you look closely, ALL FOUR members of the family
are visible in this picture. Sydney's haircut started first
and Silas' is just starting now. Both boys did GREAT!

It's ALL GOOD whenever I've got my thumb!

Baby's first haircut, 17.5 months old... October 19, 2012

What a BIG BOY you are, Silas! GOOD JOB!

The boys get haircuts... side-by-side.

Sydney kept rubbing his face and scratching his neck.
Eventually, they stripped his shirt off and rubbed him
down with baby powder to help stop the itching.

Silas was quite proud to be A BIG BOY!
HeeHee... Hey, Dad... you feel dat?
Dad warns: I'm going to get you back!
Sydney giggles.
Uh-oh, Dad wasn't joking!
Now, it is Sydney's turn to get squirted.
:)




Thursday, October 18, 2012

talk, Talk, TALK

Silas is becoming QUITE the talker! He proudly yells out words ALL. DAY. LONG! (He's become a word explosion this past week or so, saying more and more every day!)

While waiting for the chiropractor to show up for our 9:20 appointment on Tuesday, we were going to walk across the parking lot to go watch the construction equipment. Silas had yelled "DIGGER!" As we walked away from the car, hand-in-hand, he stopped and started walking back toward the car.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"BEEP!" He announced, pointing at our car.

"We forgot to lock the car?"

He grinned his biggest cheesy grin and nodded his head YES.

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At bedtime, we sometimes read "TIME FOR BED". We shorten the version for Silas because he doesn't have the same attention span. PLUS, sometimes, Sydney "reads" it to Silas and he doesn't really remember all of the words.

Instead of "It's time for bed, little goose, little goose. The stars are out an on the loose.", Sydney announces "Ni-night, little goose!"

Tonight, when I got to LITTLE FISH page, Silas hopped out of the recliner and shouted "SWIM!" while demonstrating his swimming skills on the bedroom carpet. (He and Sydney sometimes "SWIM" on the hardwood floors downstairs.)

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Silas yells "PHONE!" when it rings now. Sometimes, he holds a toy phone to his head and tries to say "HELLO." Other times, he points to the phone and says "TALK!"

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Silas LOVES to yell BUS, CAR, TRUCK or DIGGER while we are driving in the car. He keeps his eyes peeled.

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While driving past Menards on Tuesday, Silas yelled "DAD!" while pointing excitedly at the building.

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Silas announced "BRELLA" today when it was raining. If we go outside in the rain, he pats his head and announces "HEAD" because we often sing "Raindrops are falling on my head"

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NO! and ME! are new(er) sassy words in his vocabulary.

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Nana and Banana sound the same; both are NANA.

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Silas asks for DAD whenever he wakes up, wondering if he is home or where he is.

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Silas says BEAMER.

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Silas LOVES bubbles in the sink or bathtub and shouts it as clear as a bell! BUBBLE!

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Silas keeps an eye out for neighbors KANK (Frank) and EESA (Lisa) as well as BELLA (the dog), pronouncing those all very well.

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Silas says "kay-ket" for his blanket. He carries it around like the Peanuts character, Linus.

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Uh-Oh! is our most commonly used phrase right now.

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Sydney LOVES to say "Silas, say SALSA!" to which Silas repeats clear-as-a-bell!

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OFF, ON, UP, DOWN, CAT, DOG, MEOW, WOOF, BIRD, SWEEP, SWIM, FISH, BEE, STAR, NI-NIGHT, BOOK, BYE, CAR, DISH, sPOON, FORK, ... his list goes on and on...

Our 3 year old is becoming more and more AWESOME

While driving to preschool this morning, Sydney announces "Maybe when I get bigger someday, I can sit in that grown-up seat and hold your hand."

I smiled and said "I'd like that."

He's going to make SOMEONE very happy someday... being so sweet like that!

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Sydney has been working very hard at helping to get himself dressed. Some days, he can do it all by himself, while other days, he fusses and cries, begging for MOM to do it. (One day, he ran outside in the driveway, buck-naked and holding his clothes, begging me to get him dressed. I continued to buckle Silas into his carseat and then, instructed Sydney piece-by-piece to put them on - starting with his big boy pants. He sat on the driveway block and announced "It's cold out here!" He decided that "next time, we should just get dressed inside where it is warmer." I told him that THAT was a good idea. Sometimes, his shoes are on the wrong feet, but HE is doing it himself now, too! AWESOME!

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Sydney is starting to understand that COOPERATION and GOOD LISTENING earn rewards. Last week, we went to our neighbors house so that the boys could play with Mason's old train set. When it was time to go, Sydney calmly declared "OK! Thanks for letting us come here to play, mom. We should do it again another day!" He did the same thing at a park one day. It, too, was AWESOME! (It is SO NICE when I don't have to fight with him... or chase him!)

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We often ask Sydney if he is a BOY or a MOSQUITO. It seems to be working wonders for his screeching, whiney voice. We also remind him that we can't understand him when he cries and that he should try again when he is calmed down.

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Mike wants to get custom shirts printed: I WANT WHATEVER MY BROTHER HAS
(It seems to go both ways.)

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Sydney was asked repeatedly to pick up a specific set of toys that was scattered everywhere and was no longer playing with. He ignored the first request. When I asked again, he became sassy and declared "NO! YOU pick it up!" I calmly told him that "If I pick it up, I will take it away." to which he sassily replied "Yeah, Go ahead." I think he was trying to call my bluff. I picked them up and put them out of reach - on top of the stacked washer/dryer. He cried and cried, explaining to Daddy how Mommy took his toys and he really wanted them. Eventually, the truth came out and Daddy reminded him "Next time, you should listen when mom asks you to do something."

Today, when he was asked to pick up his toys, he decided to help out and cooperate right away.

He's getting to be a quick study.

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Recently, at a McDonalds, Sydney discovered an indoor play area. He kept a close eye on the kids and kept announcing "I just have to figure out how to get in there!" I reminded him that he had to eat his lunch or else we couldn't go in there to play. He nibbled on a couple of french fries, but ate almost nothing before attempting to slither out of our booth, under the table. I gave him a warning, reminding him that he had to eat his lunch first or else we would have to leave, but he decided not to cooperate.

Soon enough, I picked him up and carried him to the car. (Silas and Nana finished their lunch and later joined us in the car.)

This past weekend, we had the opportunity to visit a different McDonald's with a play area. We reminded Sydney "Remember what happened last time when we had to leave without playing? You need to eat your lunch first. Then, you can go play. Deal?"

"Deal."

Miraculously, he ate ALL OF HIS LUNCH and drank all of his milk and then, politely asked if he could go play now. (He was VERY PROUD of himself! We were pretty proud of him, too!)

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Had a talk with Sydney, reminding him that HE is "the BIG BOY" and that we need him to help teach his baby brother how to be a good boy, too. "Just because Baby Silas throws something doesn't mean that it is OK for you to do it. Just because Baby Silas screams at the table doesn't mean that YOU should scream, too."

He looked at me inquisitively.

"If Silas screams at the table, we should remind him to quietly use his inside voice." (Phrases they use at preschool.)

Sydney is finding all sorts of opportunities to be a GOOD HELPER and an awesome big brother now!

I've heard him a few times telling Silas "Don't yell! Use your inside voice." AND "Silas, we throw BALLS, not toys!"

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Wishing that we could get Sydney to:
1) sleep through the night
2) not wake us repeatedly throughout the night
3) climb quietly into the playpen in our room OR (if he must) climb into our bed without waking us
4) have a valid reason for waking us, other than "I don't know why I am up this time"
5) cover himself with his blankets and find his own sippy cup
5) any/all of the above.


SYDNEY (AND SILAS) ARE PRETTY AWESOME KIDS!

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Trying out the tripod, Sydney the photographer

Sydney pulled the tripod out of the dining room closet today and played with it for quite a while. He liked to pretend that there was a camera on the top of it and kept announcing what he wanted me to say to him. "SAY CHEESE!" was just ONE of those sayings. Then, he wanted ME to pretend to take his picture with the pretend camera perched on top of the tripod, but would get frustrated with me if I didn't say the right thing. After Dad got home from work, Sydney wanted to take HIS picture. So, we secured our fancy camera onto the tripod and we sat nervously on the couch while Sydney attempted to take our picture. Actually, he did pretty darned good! (We tried to get him to join us by using the self-timer, but he wouldn't cooperate with that.)



He also took a picture of Mr. Cretoxyrhina (Dinosaur Train shark) biting my nose; he thought that was HILARIOUS!


We went outside to take a couple of pictures in the leaves, using the self-timer and tripod.



After Silas woke up, we went outside to check on Dad's progress in the yard. There was a light mist, but we managed to get a picture in front of our fall mums that are really starting to take off nicely!



It was fun to experiment with the tripod. I think we'll use it again! It worked like a charm! (Thanks for the tripod, Grandpa!)




Tuesday, October 16, 2012

FAMILY of FOUR_mid-October

We (our entire family) LOVE reading the Mr. Putter and Tabby books
from the library! Tonight, Mr. Putter & Tabby Fly the Plane.

10.11.12: Family of Four using self-timer.
(Sydney saying the 'CH' of CHEESE!)

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Three generations gather to play

Aunts, Cousins, Sisters and Brothers_OCTOBER 13, 2012
Three generations gather together for a playdate at McDonalds.

The great-grandchildren of Sydney & Norma.Silas, 17 months. Abigail, 4 months. Sydney, 40 months. AvaLynn, 17 months.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Thankfully, I am NOT AVERAGE

I was upset earlier when reading an online article that talked about MS progression and disability, related to age at diagnosis. The way the article sounded, I should expect to need some sort of assistance walking within 18 years of diagnosis. Crunching numbers of when I was diagnosed, I was saddened to calculate that I'd (likely) have only EIGHT YEARS left. Immediately, I thought about all of the fun that I didn't want to miss out on, being that my kids are only ONE and THREE years old and it made me sad. Quite sad.

I was also sad to read that my average life expectancy, having been diagnosed with MS, is 74. (I later learned that the average life expectancy for the US is 78.2 so, I wasn't quite as sad seeing that it wasn't THAT MUCH different. I guess I had anticipated living much longer than that... and still HOPE TO DO JUST THAT!)

Then, I was recently reminded by friends and family that this article had talked about AVERAGES, that I have had (and hope to continue having) a very mild case since diagnosis and that I really am far from average. (PLUS, hearing of other patient's cases... I feel SO THANKFUL for the course my disease has taken thus far.)

According to some quick research on the internet, an average American women is 5'4" - 5'7'', weighs 164.7 pounds and wears a size 8 shoe. I am FAR TALLER than that, weigh less than that and have MUCH LARGER feet! Therefore, I really am NOT AVERAGE by any means.

I think I will go back to living the life of an ostrich, sticking my head in the sand and hiding from the fears of MS. If I put it out of my mind, hopefully, it will continue to leave me alone. I'd say I've had reasonably good luck with that these past 11 years since my symptoms first appeared (or 12 years since official diagnosis). AND I do have that medicine as my safety net right now.

Yeah, I'm pretty thankful that I am NOT average and I plan to BE JUST FINE! Sadness.... BE GONE!

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Size comparisons

Silas at 2.5 months old.
Silas at 17 months old.
(I couldn't get him to stretch out, showing how tall he is.)

Comparing little and big... ages 1 and 3, wearing near-matching clothes.

Boys, can you stand by these pretty flowers?
(HA! Yeah, right! Work fast, Mom!)