Shop Till You Drop

Poor Wesley. His mommy and daddy took him to so many stores today! We're so lucky that Wesley is a good sport and a good traveler.

Our errands started this morning when we left the house for Wesley's hair appointment. As you can see from the picture, Wesley was in desperate need of a haircut. I didn't even try to make it look decent before we left the house. I just slapped a hat on his head and decided we'd call it a severe case of hat hair. Wesley is getting a lot better about having his hair cut. He still cries a little, but it's no longer a scream fest. Once the stylist pops a Dora DVD in, we're pretty much good. That's not to say, he likes getting his hair cut, just that he tolerates it a little better.

After the hair cut we went to JoAnn Etc. The door to the closet where the cats pans are was shut yesterday and one of the furry little darlings peed on Wesley's chair. It soaked into the foam, so we couldn't exactly wash it. We thought we'd try to save a little money and buy the foam, instead of a whole new chair. Yeah, there would be the headache of cutting it to size, but we figured it would be worth it. WRONG!!! It was less expensive to buy a whole new chair at Pottery Barn Kids.

So back into the car we went and headed to the mall. In addition to going to PBK, I wanted to check the card stores for a spare Stinky Bear. Because we were going to be doing a lot of shopping, I broke one of my cardinal rules and decided it would be alright if Wesley played in the kids area for awhile. That place was a zoo!!!! I think Wesley was overwhelmed by all the kids in the little space. We only stayed a few minutes and he didn't do much more than look at all the things to climb on.

Oh! Then there were the dogs. The mall we went to actually allows people to bring their dogs inside. I have mixed feelings about that, but we saw the most beautiful dog while we were there. She was a golden lab and husky mix and was so friendly! Wesley was busy petting her, when another woman showed up with her dog. Wesley looked at the dogs and said "Two!" The women were very impressed, until I told them that two is the only number he seems to know. Duane says I should have just let them think he was a genius.

We bought the chair, ate some lunch, checked another store for a Stinky Bear (no luck) and headed out. The next stop was Grandma and Grandpa H.'s for a short visit. We played with Aunt Cathy, Sho and Ki for a while, then got back into the car again and headed to Target and the grocery store. And this is how you can tell you have been shopping for way too long!

Big Sexy

It's supposed to be really cold the next couple of nights, so I dug in my dresser drawers and broke out the one, the only Big Sexy! Big Sexy is easily the least attractive article of clothing I own. It's a big grey flannel nightgown that covers me from neck to ankle. Add to this the fuzzy kitty head on the front (complete with tail on the back) and the pockets and I'm sure you can see how Big Sexy got it's name. I have owned Big Sexy for at least 12 years and I only break it out in very cold weather.

This is the first time Wesley has ever seen Big Sexy, and well, I don't think the poor kid knew what to think. It didn't take him long to notice the kitty on it though. Wesley started following me around the house saying "kitty kitty" and trying to pet my stomach. When he does manage to pet the kitty on Big Sexy he says "nice." Great. His psychoanalyst will have lots of fun with that some day!

That's What Grandparents are For!

Do you know how incredibly lucky Wesley is to have 5 grandparents within a 30 minute drive? Do you how spoiled he is by those 5 grandparents? :-) Not only did Grandpa P. make a grand impression on Monday, but a couple of the grandma's have been playing catch up.

Grandma H. has spent two and a half days with Wesley this week. As you can see, Wesley is just heartbroken about all this time he has been forced to spend with Grandma. They took a trip to COSI today and never even made it to the kids area! Apparently, Wesley had such a good time toddling up and down the super long hallway that there was no need to travel to the second floor.

Of course, Grandma also had some of that magic that Grandpa P. dusted on Wesley when he was here Monday. When I walked into the house tonight, Wesley came flying into kitchen, hugged me and called out "Mommy!" Then then ran to Duane, hugged him and called out, "Daddy!" He was back and forth for a few minutes, just laughing and smiling!!

Grandma W. has also in on the spoil-Wesley fest. Wesley was the only one of us to get any decent mail yesterday. He got a "just because" card from Grandma with a little bit of green in it and a note to have some ice cream on her. Now that's a lucky little boy with some very special grandparents!

Beasty Boy

I think Wesley is suffering from cabin fever. We stayed home all day Sunday, Grandpa P. came here to watch the boy on Monday, Grandma H. came here to watch the boy Tuesday and Wednesday. Wesley's been outside once to play in the snow, but other than that he's been tucked away and I think he is bored!

I found myself stuck in the house with a beasty boy yesterday. Wesley wasn't interested in doing anything unless it was something he shouldn't be doing. The word "No" must have come out of my mouth every two minutes. As an added bonus, every time I said "no," Wesley would lay down on the floor and give a screech. Thank goodness his fits last for all of 5 seconds. Then he'd get back up and get into something he wasn't supposed to and we'd repeat the whole process.

By the time Grandma H. got here, I was ready to bolt! I left for work with an assurance from Grandma that she'd take him to the library or the grocery store or someplace. But you know what they say about the best laid plans. Wesley fell asleep shortly after I left and slept until about 30 minutes before Duane came home. So...no field trip. Duane did take Wesley to the store to buy milk and look at the apples (Wesley's favorite grocery store past time) so there was a slight change of scenery.

And now it's 6:45 in morning. Wesley has been up for about 20 minutes. He's refusing to drink his milk and trying to con juice out of his daddy. Duane must be a big softy, because it worked! Part of me is debating going to story time at the main library this morning, but by the time we go and come back, we'd have to leave for Aunt Melissa's in less than half an hour. Knowing that Wesley will probably need a nap earlier than usual, I'm just not sure it's a good idea. Oh well, Wesley hasn't been to Aunt Melissa's in two weeks and he'll have her, Mark and Cyrus to play with. That will make him plenty happy - I hope!

Grandpa Magic

I don't know what Grandpa P. did to Wesley today, but I hope he repeats it often! Grandma P. was under the weather today, so Grandpa came to our house to watch the boy. I wish Grandma felt better, but it was kind of nice to leave for work an hour later than I usually do on Mondays.

I'm not really sure what all they did to pass the time, but Wesley must have had a great time. Not five minutes after Grandpa left, Wesley was dragging Duane around by the finger and saying "Pa! Pa!" He was quite clearly looking for Grandpa. Wesley did the same thing to me after dinner. Speaking of dinner, Wesley ate the best meal he has eaten in nearly a week. Either Grandpa didn't feed him all day (sorry Dad, that's a joke) or he helped the boy work up a good appetite!

Possibly the best side effect of Wesley's day with Grandpa has been how lovey he has been this evening. Wesley has run up to me and Duane at least a dozen times and given us gigantic toddler hugs. If I tell Wesley I love him, he squeezes me in return. It's been wonderful!

I think it's time for me to sign off. Wesley is currently chasing his Daddy around the dining room table and one of them needs rescued. I'm just not sure which one.

No Such Thing as Free Puffs

Nope! This little boy has to earn his keep!

Sir-Whines-A-Lot

GOOD GRIEF!!!! That's all I can say about the whining level of the boy today. It started before he even woke up. He ended up in our bed about 1:00 this morning, because he was crying out in his sleep. Too bad it started up again in our room at 5:30. He whined about his morning cup of milk, about his breakfast and about getting dressed. He whined about getting his coat on. At least he stopped to enjoy the snow and he wasn't too bad in church.

To be honest, he was pretty darn good in church, but I think part of that was due to Sho and Ki. They spent a good chunk of the service feeding Wesley cheerios and puffs. It was almost like he was their pet. Very cute!!! He was good after church too. We stopped for lunch (it's a cheat day on the diet) and Wesley ate better than he has all week.

It's too bad that charming little boy didn't make it home with us. As soon as we got home he magically transformed into Sir-Whine-A-Lot. It almost sounds like we have a puppy in the house. Offer him a snack and he whines. Color with him and he whines. Try to type on your blog and he whines. I'm pretty sure he's going to have a little bruise on his forehead, because when he whines, he puts his head on the ground. Oh the tragedy! His parents are so mean! I guess we just don't understand the pressure a 16 month old is under. :-)

Let it Snow

Wesley got to experience snow this morning as we headed out to church. I'm not sure he really knew what to think of it, but he did smile a lot.

"Cousins" and Choo-Choos

What a day! We got to introduce Wesley to his new "cousins" and his "Aunt" Cathy. Cathy is a very good friend of Grandpa and Grandma H.'s from Taiwan. Her two sons, Sho (4) and Ki (2) were born in the United States, but have been living in Taiwan since Ki was only a few months old. They are back now, and the three of them will be living with Grandpa and Grandma H. until they can find an apartment, a job and get settled in.

We dropped by to say "Hi" to our extended family today. I'm not sure what Wesley thought of the whole thing. Neither Sho nor Ki speak English (but then again, Wesley barely speaks any English either). Sho really wanted to play with me and Wesley, but Ki held back a bit. He was really curious about Wesley though and would get super close to him and stare. Cathy said that Ki has never really been around anyone younger than him, so that might have been part of it. I wonder if it's partly that and partly because Wesley is so blond and blue-eyed. He's so different from Ki. They'll have lots of time to get used to each other now.

Wesley got a second treat today in the form of a new Thomas the Tank Engine toy box. Now Wesley has no idea who Thomas the Tank Engine is, but the boy knows a "choo-choo" when he sees one. As soon as he saw this toy box, he was in love. I told him that the train on the front was named Thomas and a couple of minutes later, Wesley was saying something that sounded an awful lot like "Thomas" Guess I know the next DVD I'll be getting from the library!

Scratch and Sniff

We took a family trip to Half Price Books today. The plan was to get Wesley some DVDs, but the selection was pretty small. He ended up with three new books today, which is probably better! One of the books is a scratch and sniff book about fruit. Mommy gets to scratch the pages and Wesley sniffs them. He doesn't quite get it though, and sniffs both the page with the smelly sticker and the page without it. Oh well, at least he'll know what books smell

like.

And no, the little girl on the back of the book is not picking her nose; she's pointing at it.

All About the Grandpas

Wesley has added another new word to his ever increasing vocabulary. He now says "Pa" for grandpa. Wesley spent yesterday with Grandma and Grandpa P. When it was time for a nap, Grandma laid down with Wesley and left the door open a crack. After a while, Grandpa peeked in to see if the boy was sleeping. Wesley saw him, sat up and said "Pa!"

What is impressive to me is that fact that Wesley seems to recognize that he has two grandpas. He pointed at Grandpa H. the other day and said "Pa" as well. Today as we were walking up the drive to Grandma and Grandpa H.'s, I told Wesley that Grandma would be waiting inside. Wesley stopped in his tracks, looked at me and said "Pa." He only started moving again when I told him Grandpa would also be there. Too cute!

Baby OCD

Is 16 months too young to start exhibiting signs of OCD? Wesley gets onto something and becomes obsessed with it. Lately it has been a new game that we play called "Round He Goes." Basically, I sit in the middle of the floor and chant "Round and round and round he goes. Where he stops nobody knows" while clapping the beat. Wesley runs around me in a circle giggling the whole time. He will play this game for a good 20 minutes before it starts to get old. But if I stop clapping, he'll stop running, grab my hands and force them apart and together in a clapping motion. If I'm not clapping, he's not running. A little OCD?

Wesley has another motion he had to repeat tonight. Wesley got to watch a Dora DVD while Duane started dinner. When the DVD was over, Wesley grabbed Duane by the finger and led to the television chanting "dee dee dee" (Wesley speak for DVD). He must have done it ten times before giving up and seeing if Mommy was an easier touch. I wasn't. After about a dozen more tries, Wesley took me to the television one more time. He pointed to the television and said "No." It finally sunk in and Mommy and Daddy are both still sane.

Just Eat!

How come parents have so many hang-ups about food? We worry about what our kids are eating, if they are eating enough, if they are eating the right food. We try almost everything under the sun to get them to eat and freak out if they don't. Don't worry. I'm no exception. I have freaked out when Duane gave Wesley an entirely orange snack (orange cheese, mandarin oranges, cheese flavored crackers and, tangerine juice.) Which brings me to my bad mommy confession - part 2.

I keep saying I'm not going to fight with Wesley about food. Yeah, right. Wesley has not been eating very well the last few days (she says after he ate a ton of pita and hummus yesterday.) Breakfast has been particularly trying, so this morning I gave him something completely different - cornbread with butter and honey. He really enjoyed about 3/4 of it, then crumbled the rest on the floor. He didn't want his banana and barely touched his yogurt. Lunch was the same - not interested in his spaghetti, cottage cheese,veggies or fruit.

All he wants is juice. I try to give him milk, but he says "No, no, no. Juice." I'm trying not to give him more than one juice/water combo a day, but Duane just says "Juice is good for you too." Wesley used to only want milk and now I can barely get him to drink it! Oh, there is something he wants as much as juice - his hands. He's been chewing on them and sucking on them something terrible. He has two bottom teeth coming in and I think they are really bothering him, but he's going to end up with hickeys on his hands if he isn't careful.

Dinner was no better. Wesley did pretty well eating fish when we were on vacation this summer. I gave him some fish, black beans and peaches for supper. He tried a black bean and spit it out (twice,) tried the fish and then scraped it off his tongue (twice,) and dropped his peaches on the floor. He jammed his hands in his mouth and starting crying for juice and a cheese sandwich. I didn't relent on the juice, but I did go into the kitchen to make a sandwich for him (bad mommy). The only problem was that we didn't have bread. So Wesley got a cheese quesadilla, which was not what he wanted. He ate a little bit of bit, then began munching on his hands again.

I wanted something in his tummy and I wanted to relieve the (perceived) pain from teething. Duane and I wanted to hold off on the medicine until bedtime, so for the second time in his life, Wesley had ice cream for dinner (bad mommy). Please don't tell our pediatrician!

Bad Mommy

Duane went to play cards with the guys tonight, leaving me and Wesley to have a night on our own. Did I embrace this for the wonderful thing it is? No. I took this as an opportunity to get some things done and I feel bad about it. I did the grocery list and menus for next week, which is no small feat when you have a toddler pulling on your hand saying "Mama. Mama. Mama." When I did get up and walk with him, he'd take me to the computer, push me towards the chair and demand "Nanoo." Toddlers don't grasp the concept of "later." I didn't feel bad about putting off his computer time, but I did feel a little guilty about doing the grocery list. Apparently he felt bad about that too because he finally quit pulling on my hand - at least long enough to bite it!

We played for awhile and then I did something else to make me feel guilty. I popped a train DVD in for him so I could stretch out on the couch and finish reading a book that is overdue (double guilt.) It was a great book, but I knew he had watched a lot of TV, and I did it anyway.

Why do I feel guilty for taking a little time for me when Wesley is awake? That can't be a completely bad thing, can it?

He DOES Love Me

I'm sooooo happy!!! Wesley cried when I left him at Aunt Melissa's today! I know, that sounds like a really warped thing to say, but he never cries when I leave. When Duane leaves the house, Wesley has a full blown melt down, but when I leave it's more like, "OK. Bye Mom!" Not today. Today he followed me to the door, started whining and then the tears began to fall. I practically skipped down the stairs. How warped does that sound?

The icing on the cake was the report from Duane that while at Aunt Melissa's house, Wesley looked out the door, pointed and said "No Mama." He missed me! I'm on cloud nine!

Here Kitty Kitty Kitty

Playtime with Gus!

What's That Smell?

Don't worry, it's not Wesley's diaper - it's his teddy bear (AKA Stinky Bear.) Duane and I managed to avoid the whole pacifier thing; Wesley never would take one. We don't have to have blankie with us at every moment; it's helpful but not needed. But look out if we don't have his teddy bear!

Wesley has always been a "tag" kid. He loves to chew on the tags of animals, clothes, towel, whatever. It used to be that one tag was as good as another, but no more. Now it has to be the tag on his Stinky Bear. I couldn't find SB on Sunday when it was time to go to church. We tried subsituting a different stuffed toy, but Wesley pitched a fit! I ended up tearing apart his room to find SB so we could go.

Why do we call Wesley's favorite comfort object "Stinky Bear?" Well, Wesley sucks on the tag pretty much from the time he gets up to the time he goes to bed. SB can't be in the crib because Wesley gags himself on the tag in his sleep. Frank is the bedtime buddy. Anyhow, the teddy bear ends up with drool, food, dirt, snot and who knows what else on it, leaving a nice smelly, crust around the tag. We wash bear a couple times a week, but he really needs washed a couple times a day. Trust me, SB has a very distinct odor.

Lately I've had this panic that SB will fall apart in the wash. He's in great shape still, but I'm so tempted to go buy several of them - just in case! Is that a bad thing?

ARGH!!!!

I can't believe I lost sleep for the National Championship football game last night. Wesley stayed overnight with Grandma and Grandpa H. since we had friends coming over. I wish he had been here, because then I would have had a real reason to go hide - you know "taking care of the kid." What can I say, the game was painful to watch, put me in a rotten mood and the party broke up before the game was actually over. Just frustrating.

Oh well, I get my little boy back this evening and that ought to perk me right up. Add in our standing Tuesday Lunch Date (me and Wesley) and I'm sure I'll forget all about that game (I hope)

Someone Card This Kid

Wesley is lying about his age already! This morning Grandma and Grandpa P. and I were trying to get Wesley to put one finger up in the air for "Buckeyes are number one!" He wasn't in the mood to play our games though. Sometimes he'll show you the number one if you ask how old he is. So I held up one finger and asked him, "Wesley, how old are you? Are you one?" Wesley looked at me and promptly replied "Two." A few hours later, Grandpa P. sent me the following picture. I guess we need to start checking his baby wallet for a fake ID.

Vocabulary Explosion

I cannot believe how Wesley's vocabulary has taken off in the last week! It's not uncommon for him to have several new words a day now and he parrots everything we say. He's also getting to the point where you don't have to be fluent in toddler to understand what he is saying. We were at the store today and Wesley was saying "a-pool" in the produce section. The guy stocking the produce, grabbed an apple, gave it to Wesley and said "You want an apple? Here you go little buddy!"

Contrary to the way the picture below looks, Wesley has not added the word "Mine" to his vocabulary -yet!