Playtime

Brady had a new idea how to make his Fisher Price Garage more fun...

 

Hey look mom, I can tangle myself up in it!!

 

It's all fun and games until someone gets their foot stuck in the elevator...

 

Creative Parenting

I can call these pictures funny now even though at the time I was worried because I thought Jon was going to break the crib. Here is Jon trying to convince Brady that the crib is his friend. Ha.

 

"Ok Dad, I have you trapped! You're not going anywhere without me knowing about it!"

 

What I did on my "day off"

I meant to post this little story a few days ago, but I had to go back to work so I am just now getting around to it. This past Tuesday was my first full day off in over a week. (Working nights I am either sleeping in the morning or working that night - I have to have 2 nights off in a row to get a "full" day off). Needless to say, I had big plans to get some stuff done. Seeing as I had been working and Jon was in finals the previous week, the house was a disaster, laundry and dishes needed to be done, etc. I was ready to roll up my sleeves and dig in.

So we started the day with a little trip down to the oral surgeon to get Jon's wisdom teeth out. Thank goodness they had a special waiting room in the back for us that was small and enclosed so Brady could run around. Jon's surgery took about 45 minutes, and then they let us out to see him. Here are some highlights of the next hour. Mind you, Jon is sitting in a chair with a mouth full of gauze and drugged up with bloodshot eyes and all. He was pretty much acting like a 5 year old. It was hilarous.

Cheryl: "hey honey, how'd it go?"
Jon: "Why are you smiling at me?"
Cheryl: "Ummm, because you have a mouth full of gauze"

Nurse: "Did you want to keep your teeth?"
Jon: "yea, I'm going to sell them on Ebay"
Cheryl: "What? Why do you want to sell them?"
Jon: "You can buy a kidney on Ebay, I think I can sell my teeth on Ebay!"

I then went downstairs to bring the car around to the front. The nurse helped Jon into the car, and then Jon starts messing with the air/heater.

Cheryl: "What do you want?"
Jon: "hot hot, it's hot"
Cheryl: "Ok, let me turn on the air"
Jon: "No, hot!!"
Cheryl: "Oh, you want it hot. Ok. " (I turn the heat on low, Jon then cranks it up to full blast"

~~5 minutes later~~
Jon: "Why is it so hot in here?!?!"
Cheryl: "Because you wanted the heater on"
Jon: "I didn't turn it on, you're the one who's cold you ESKIMO!"

~~Almost home, stopped at McDonalds to get him a milkshake~~
McDonalds lady: "Can I take your order"
Jon: I want a big mac!!
Cheryl: No you can't have that. What kind of milkshake?
Jon: I want a big mac. And fries.
Cheryl: Chocolate, strawberry, vanilla. Pick a flavor"
Jon: Why can't I have a big mac? I cut it up!
Cheryl: Milkshake.
Jon: I want a carmel sundae.
Cheryl: No sundae. Milkshake!!

Against Jon's will, a strawberry milkshake was ordered and he was passed out again before we even got to the pickup window.

Other funny scenes from the ride home: Jon geting mad at me for not giving the homeless lady (who wasn't homeless, just walking) some money, Jon plastering his face up against the window yelling/slurring "I'm on drugs!!! Rock on!!! I feel happppyyyyyy!"

So we get home, I get Jon set up on the couch where he immediately falls asleep. Brady and I headed in to his room to fold up laundry. I put Brady in his crib to play for a few minutes to keep him contained while I put stuff away. He was standing up and babbling away, and a second later I look over to see him going head first over the siderail where he promptly landed on his head!!!!!!! (Mother of the year here who was .000001 seconds away from breaking his fall) So to make a long story short I called his pediatrician who was nice enough to fit us in an hour later just to make sure everything was ok. (Which it was). She said she has never had a 12 month old crawl out of their crib. He's such a little monkey!

By this time it was already after 3pm. We went home to continue the house pickup. A little later Jon started to come out of his drug induced state and he told me he wanted homemade chicken noodle soup. So we called his mom (because she had the best recipe) and by some miracle mine turned out pretty good!! We went to bed with the house looking worse that it did when we started, but that was ok. I was just happy that my baby didn't have a fractured skull and Jon wasn't experiencing too much pain from the surgery. And we all had full tummies of chicken noodle soup!!!

Good times.

Winter in San Diego

Ok so I seriously thought I was living in Siberia yesterday. Heidi called to ask me if I wanted to walk the babies to the park with her, and I had to do some deep contemplation considering the temp outside according to weather.com was a chilly 49 degrees!! But nonetheless, we bundled up the kiddos and ended up having a great time. As much as I say that I want to live in a place with 4 seasons, snow, blah blah, I don't really mean it. I just want to wear sweaters and coats more often!

 

 

 

Brady's 1st Birthday!!

Oh my, can anyone believe it's been a year already? Brady's birthday was interesting. Not to brag or anything (haha), but since Brady was a baby we have gotten so many compliments on what a happy baby he is, so friendly, good temperment, etc. I of course wasn't complaining, I had a pretty happy kid! Well, let me tell you, all that changed on Sunday December 9th when Brady woke up on birthday numero uno. I'm telling you, this kid just woke up a different person!! Soooooooo cranky, whining at everything, full on throwing fits for things as simple as getting dressed, diaper changes. I also found out that I do not have his cereal in front of him fast enough in the morning - he certainly let me know about that too. Terrible twos? How about the terrible ones?? Well, this only lasted for 2 days and I am happy to report as of yesterday the evil spirit possessing my child left and he is now back to his happy self. I was getting worried. As you can see from the pics below, he cheered up when people came over for his birthday dinner, thank goodness!

 

Brady LOVES his zylophone from Aunt Kristin. This thing is ALWAYS being played...and despite the constant ringing in my ears now (haha) it is fun to see his face light up when he realizes that he is making the music!

 

 

Ok, so we had the "brilliant" idea to just put a sheet on the floor and let Brady go at his cake that way. Well, cake was flying everywhere and at that moment I was thankful for the green carpet I complained about for so long. Nothing shows up on it!

 

I love sippy cups!

Yes, I (Cheryl) love sippy cups. I will admit, the Dr. Browns bottles were alright for occasional use and were great at reducing gas when he was younger, but now that he is almost a year I am making more of an effort to wean him off of me...especially because this little piranha has EIGHT teeth! Ouch. Back to why I love sippy cups. No annoying extra parts to wash. Love it! They are leak proof. Love it! I finally found one that he will actually drink out of - this is a Nuby. Today I have 1, tomorrow when Target opens I will have 100. Ok, maybe I only need a few more :)

 

 

Proof!

Ok, for all you Robbins (and former Robbins with different last names now) who didn't believe that someone would actually allow Jon to drive an ambulance, here is some proof!! Don't mind the smirk on his face, I think he was just embarassed that I was taking his picture :)