Apparently Teddy Bears Get Ear Gunk Too

Poor WeeBee constantly has ear wax building up in his ears, which I suppose he inherited from me.  Usually he doesn't mind when I try to clean it out, and sometimes he will even come over and tell me he has "gunkies" in his ears.

Anyway, I was sitting on the couch this afternoon watching the Yankee game, when I noticed he was sticking his fingers in his teddy bear's ears and having a conversation about ear gunkies - full of "oh dear, bear" and "You have ear gunkies!  Blah!  Ear gunkies!"

He says the funniest things when he's in his own little world.

All Better

WeeBee and I were sitting on the couch this morning when he noticed there was a bruise on my leg.  (I keep turning too quickly when I get up from our computer desk, and banging the side of my knee into the corner of the desk.  Don't ask, I'm a klutz.)

Anyway, WeeBee pointed to the bruise and asked "Boo boo?"  I agreed.  He then put down his sippy cup and scooted over to me on the couch so he could pat my knee.  Then he looked up and asked, "All better, Mommy?  All better?"

Yep.  :)

Rain, Where Are Youuuu?

So for the past two days, the news has been saying we're supposed to get thunderstorms.  The western part of our county was getting apocalyptic hail, and twenty minutes to our south there were trees down.  We've had nothing.  Sure, the skies turn that orangey grey color you get right before a thunderstorm.  We can even hear thunder in the distance.  But nothing ever happens, and an hour or so later, the skies clear up again.

It's driving me crazy.  I can't take the kids out, because I don't want to go on an epic walk and get caught a mile from home with hail the size of my daughter crashing down on us.  Besides, it feels like 95 degrees out there.  In the house it's a little cooler - right at the point where you debate if it's worth turning on the A/C.  Carrying Lowly around is like having your own hot water bottle with you at all times, and I could swear WeeBee's head radiates heat.  The air in a 3 inch radius of his head is 10 degrees warmer than anywhere else.  I wish there was some way to test that.  Not that it bothers him - this is the kid who refused to sleep as an infant unless he was swaddled in a fleece blanket in August.

I'm just hoping the power doesn't cut out.  My neighbors on one side have a window a/c unit that was making suspicious noises yesterday afternoon, and on the other side I've got people who proudly fiddled with their central air unit to give it extra power, and now the lights on the whole block dim any time it turns on.  It's only a matter of time before that thing explodes.

Oswald and Weenie Dog!

As promised, a picture of WeeBee's birthday cake...

I know that in "real life" Oswald is supposed to be a darker blue, but in the interests of the icing not tasting like a bottle of blue food dye, we had to stop somewhere.  I have to say, he's pretty cute.

Happy Birthday, WeeBee!

Today is WeeBee's 2nd birthday!  Not that he's quite sure what birthdays are all about - he kept denying that he was 2 years old, and he's rather skeptical of me wandering the house singing "Happy Birthday to Youuu!"  Then again, that probably has more to do with the fact that he doesn't like my singing, but that's a story for another day.  I'm sure he'll be more enthusiastic once the cake and presents come out.


Speaking of cakes - his is Oswald the Octopus.  I didn't exactly ask him what kind of cake he wanted, because I knew he would tune out everything except "cake" and think we were having it right then and there.  Unfortunately I couldn't find black icing for his hat, and I didn't exactly want to make my own because I was afraid it would taste disgusting if I poured in 3 bottles of food dye to make black.  In the end I bought licorice wheels that in theory I'll be able to shape into a hat, and then use for the eyes and mouth as well.  It's all done, except for the licorice - I'm waiting for Daddy to come home and take him out in the backyard so I can decorate in peace.  If it ends up halfway decent, I'll post a picture tomorrow.  And if not...well, it can't end up any worse than the birthday cake I baked for my husband the first year we were married.  I didn't know it was humanly possible to screw up a Pillsbury Funfetti cake, (aside from burning it) but apparently it is, if your tiny little apartment oven heats unevenly and goes from 0 to 450 degrees in 30 seconds.  For those of you who were wondering, under those conditions, the cake will not rise, and you will end up with a giant smiley face air pocket on the bottom of the cake.  One of his friends has photographic evidence of this.


Anyway, Happy Birthday, WeeBee!  Here's to catching fireflies, jumping in mud puddles, peanut butter waffles, dancing in the kitchen, eating corn-on-the-cob, and the best hugs in the whole world. I love you ;)

Does It Still Count As Sleeping Through the Night

If you're awoken by your overly enthusiastic toddler brother?

I woke up this morning to the sounds of "Hi, Lowly!  Hiiii!  Lowlyyyyyyy!"  (giggles) "Lowwwwlyyyy!" I opened my eyes, squinted at the clock, and realized it was 6am.

My immediate thought was "Ugh, why is WeeBee awake already?" followed by "Why is there a Thomas train running over my foot?"  Then it dawned on me that it was 6am, and Lowly hadn't woken up...since 9:30 the night before.  So I jump up, completely disoriented, thinking, "Oh my gosh - is she ok?  Is she dead?"  (Lovely optimistic person that I am, no?)

Well, turns out, she was fine.  At that moment she started squeaking, because it's really difficult to sleep through a two year old six inches from your face, yelling your name, even if you don't understand a word he's saying.  So of course, I was quite relieved...and slightly ticked off at WeeBee, because who knows how long she could have slept if he hadn't decided Mommy and Lowly needed to be visited by Thomas the Tank Engine and friends at 6am.

Say Hiiiii!

WeeBee just grabbed my hand, waved it up and down in front of Lowly, and told me "Say hiiiiiii!  Hiiii!"

When he's not driving me insane by trying to stick his fingers in the fan, I have to say, this kid cracks me up.