reagan was in such a great mood during dinner. i think it's because we had her favorite - corn on the cob. while we were waiting for her to finish eating, noah started asking her what all the animals say. when her mouth isn't full of corn - she says them fairly well. my favorite is her rooster "ock a doodle doo doo" pretty funny. after the animals she wanted to sing. she'll usually do all of the actions with me, but again, she was a little pre-occupied.
Reagan telling noah the animal sounds:
Me singing with Reagan:
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
insert eye roll
two lovely conversations in one day...
first noah's:
set-up: we're on a walk and aaron calls to say he's on his way home. he also mentions that for the Fourth of July he'd like to go to a rugby tournament in Park City. I proceed to explain how the last thing i'd like to do on the Fourth is go hang out with a bunch of rugby people we don't know, listen to noah complain that he's bored, and chase Reagan around a big field for 2 hours while he's playing. (not that i'm unsupportive. during the fall and spring season i do try to support his bi-weekly practices and every saturday games. many of which we do try to go to and watch. but on our family holiday - not quite what i'd hand in mind.)
when i got off the phone this is what followed:
noah: mom, i need to talk to you.
me: ok, what's up?
noah: i really didn't appreciate what i just heard you telling daddy.
me: (pause) ok (another slight pause) what didn't you appreciate?
noah: well, it sounds like daddy wants to play a game and you're not supporting him and that just makes me sad inside.
me: Noah, i do support your daddy. i like watching him play. however, on the Fourth of July it's a great idea to spend time together as a family and we can't do that if he's playing in a tournament. he won't really be with us and that makes me sad. so, it's better if we could just all be together for the holiday.
noah: (i swear to you, this is word for word) mom, listen to me. i know you think he'll be away from us if he plays, but you have to remember it's like when he's gone on a trip. lets say he went to california. when he's gone, his heart is still with us, his love is still with us, HE is always with us. so see, even if he's playing, he'll still be with us and it would make him so happy. he's not just our dad, he's apart of this family and we should try to make him happy.
me: (taking a moment trying to decide exactly how to respond to that melodramatic, eye-rolling, and yet so sweet, lecture from my son) oh, ok, um... first, i know he's apart of this family and i want to make him happy too. second, if it's possible for him to be with us physically, i would prefer that over having him just in our hearts. but i will talk to him later tonight and we'll figure something out.
noah: that sounds like a good idea. And mom?
me: yes?
noah: you really should apologize to dad for making him sad.
at that point i decided it was best to just let the conversation end.
second "conversation" of the day was with Reagan.
she was playing on the bed while i was folding laundry. (yes, i actually did the laundry and folded it in the same day. must be a result of the happy pills)
As i would fold the clothes i would count them and reagan would repeat the numbers with me. she's quite our little parrot. her new favorite saying, up until this point, was 'i don't know'. its' actually pretty funny to hear. anyway, i'm folding and counting and she's playing and selectively repeating, when i grab some shorts of Aaron's and flip them out so i can fold them. in the processing of flipping them, somehow one of the tie strings (which is quite hard on the end i might add) flipped up and hit me right in the eye. not below, or above, but right in the eye. that sucker stung and before i could stop myself the 'S' word comes flying out. oh yes, responsible mother here, who can't control her potty mouth in front of her 20 month old. (sorry mom) it took me a second to realize reagan had stopped jumping and was just watching me. i smiled at her and slowly started singing a song in hopes my little parrot was not paying attention. it took about 30 seconds, just long enough to think i was in the clear, before i hear this perfect little "sh**" out of my sweet little daughters mouth. i quickly said, "no, no, reagan" to which she replied, "no, no (pause) sh**. thankfully it only came out of her mouth a couple of more times before she went to bed. i'm sure aaron won't let me live this one down for awhile. as of today, she seems to have forgotten her new little word and i have promised aaron to be much more careful in the future.
first noah's:
set-up: we're on a walk and aaron calls to say he's on his way home. he also mentions that for the Fourth of July he'd like to go to a rugby tournament in Park City. I proceed to explain how the last thing i'd like to do on the Fourth is go hang out with a bunch of rugby people we don't know, listen to noah complain that he's bored, and chase Reagan around a big field for 2 hours while he's playing. (not that i'm unsupportive. during the fall and spring season i do try to support his bi-weekly practices and every saturday games. many of which we do try to go to and watch. but on our family holiday - not quite what i'd hand in mind.)
when i got off the phone this is what followed:
noah: mom, i need to talk to you.
me: ok, what's up?
noah: i really didn't appreciate what i just heard you telling daddy.
me: (pause) ok (another slight pause) what didn't you appreciate?
noah: well, it sounds like daddy wants to play a game and you're not supporting him and that just makes me sad inside.
me: Noah, i do support your daddy. i like watching him play. however, on the Fourth of July it's a great idea to spend time together as a family and we can't do that if he's playing in a tournament. he won't really be with us and that makes me sad. so, it's better if we could just all be together for the holiday.
noah: (i swear to you, this is word for word) mom, listen to me. i know you think he'll be away from us if he plays, but you have to remember it's like when he's gone on a trip. lets say he went to california. when he's gone, his heart is still with us, his love is still with us, HE is always with us. so see, even if he's playing, he'll still be with us and it would make him so happy. he's not just our dad, he's apart of this family and we should try to make him happy.
me: (taking a moment trying to decide exactly how to respond to that melodramatic, eye-rolling, and yet so sweet, lecture from my son) oh, ok, um... first, i know he's apart of this family and i want to make him happy too. second, if it's possible for him to be with us physically, i would prefer that over having him just in our hearts. but i will talk to him later tonight and we'll figure something out.
noah: that sounds like a good idea. And mom?
me: yes?
noah: you really should apologize to dad for making him sad.
at that point i decided it was best to just let the conversation end.
second "conversation" of the day was with Reagan.
she was playing on the bed while i was folding laundry. (yes, i actually did the laundry and folded it in the same day. must be a result of the happy pills)
As i would fold the clothes i would count them and reagan would repeat the numbers with me. she's quite our little parrot. her new favorite saying, up until this point, was 'i don't know'. its' actually pretty funny to hear. anyway, i'm folding and counting and she's playing and selectively repeating, when i grab some shorts of Aaron's and flip them out so i can fold them. in the processing of flipping them, somehow one of the tie strings (which is quite hard on the end i might add) flipped up and hit me right in the eye. not below, or above, but right in the eye. that sucker stung and before i could stop myself the 'S' word comes flying out. oh yes, responsible mother here, who can't control her potty mouth in front of her 20 month old. (sorry mom) it took me a second to realize reagan had stopped jumping and was just watching me. i smiled at her and slowly started singing a song in hopes my little parrot was not paying attention. it took about 30 seconds, just long enough to think i was in the clear, before i hear this perfect little "sh**" out of my sweet little daughters mouth. i quickly said, "no, no, reagan" to which she replied, "no, no (pause) sh**. thankfully it only came out of her mouth a couple of more times before she went to bed. i'm sure aaron won't let me live this one down for awhile. as of today, she seems to have forgotten her new little word and i have promised aaron to be much more careful in the future.
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