Friday, August 27, 2010

That Drew

Drew is saying some funny things lately, and it reminds me so much of the kind of things Zach used to say that would crack us up. Here are a few I wanted to write down so I'd remember them later:

- Drew- "Mom, can I get the waarmelon (watermelon)?" Me- "Oh, sweetie, I think it's too heavy for you." Drew- "I have strong muscles for it!"

-After pooping in the potty tonight, "I have two poops! That little one look like Mickey Mouse ears!"

-Drew- "Mine big brudder named Zach will help take care of the baby." Me- "What about you? Will you help take care of the baby?" Drew- "No, I too little." Drew is definitely stuck between sort of wanting to be big and sort of wanting to be little. He says often, "I not big boy. I still little." This often comes after I try to talk up wearing big boy underwear.

-A couple of kids tried to play with Drew at the playground. Drew said to the first one, "You not my friend." I told him that wasn't nice, and that we can be friends with everyone. To the second kid, he said, "You not my friend. You not mine big brudder named Zach." It appears Drew thinks only Zach can be his friend. It's kind of sweet and kind of sad at the same time.

-Drew had a great day today of wearing underwear. It started yesterday afternoon, when it was like it suddenly clicked how to make the urine actually come out of his penis on purpose. He then wore underwear with (who else?) Lightning McQueen on it, and any time the underwear was off, I'd have Lightning "talk" to Drew, saying things like, "Don't potty on me, ok, Drew?" or "Way to go pottying on the potty, Drew! Ka-chow!" Honestly, I think the idea of not pottying on McQueen has been as motivating as anything to Drew. Funny. Anyway, tonight he had his first accident, and we didn't make a big deal about it, but he said as he pulled his underwear off, "Lightning not very happy." It was cute. I figure there's no turning back now- it's got to be all underwear, all the time, aside from when he's sleeping, because I don't think he's ready for that yet.

-Tonight Drew and I sat down to read a book called Jesus is With Me. It's a cute book where the little boy talks about how Jesus us always with him, whether he's going to town, playing, taking a bath, etc. The illustrations are cute- there's the little boy and his two little dogs (they resemble Westies) in each picture. So tonight I read the first page- "Jesus is with me wherever I go, I read the Bible and that's how I know." Drew pointed to one of the dogs and said, "There's his dog Jesus!" Since the dogs are with him wherever he goes, Drew thinks one of the dog's names is Jesus! Hilarious! I could not stop giggling. It was just too cute. The book was given to Zach when he was baptized, and we've read it with both boys countless times, so it's funny to me that Zach never made this connection, or if he did, he never mentioned it.

-Some of Drew's most commonly said phrases:
-"Hey Mama-" or "Hey Maggie-" (both refer to me)
-"But wait! I have idea!"
-"Can you please stop talking, Mama." (This is when he wants to talk and needs me to stop so he can say his part.)
-"You not making good choice, Zach!"
-"I actually..." (Our college friends have got to love this one!)

-Drew and Zach play this game where they make "mad faces" at each other and they get all cracked up. Sometimes Drew asks me to play, and it is kind of funny. Here is a picture of Drew attempting his mad face, but not really controlling his smile very well.

Zach did a little better job of demonstrating his mad face.

Man, I love his little 2 and a half year-old personality- most of the time. I'm happy to report that the fits have seriously dwindled, thank goodness! As soon as Drew starts flipping out, I try to tell him, "Use your words," and that usually works pretty well.

I wasn't sure how it would be for Drew and me getting back in the swing of things now that Zach's at school every day, but the time goes quickly, and Drew and I have fun together. It's nice to spend that one-on-one time with him, and I feel like he and Zach play better when they're together, maybe because they've missed each other all morning. They really are having a great time together lately, and it is just so fun to listen to. I think Zach has helped Drew to develop a great imagination.

Here's Drew yesterday morning eating a juicy plum while Zach was at school. The kid would eat nothing but fruit all day long if I'd let him, yet he still goes days without pooping. Go figure. It's just another little unpredictable piece of the puzzle that makes Drew so unique, I guess.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

First Day of Kindergarten

Today was Zach's first day of kindergarten, and it was a great day. I heard him shortly after he got up, so I went to his room and opened the door, and he was very excitedly getting dressed. He told me, "When I woke up, I said, 'I'm officially a kindergartner!!'" I was glad to see him excited and not nervous. I think we started a tradition today of making blueberry coffeecake (one of my family's long-time favorites) for the first day of school. Zach also requested souffle, but I didn't have the right ingredients, so he settled for scrambled eggs with sausage in them. Drew, the kid who loves fruit above all other foods, would not touch the blueberry coffeecake. I don't get it.

Anyway, here's Zach shortly before we left home for school. He was happy all morning.

This picture kinda cracks me up.

We had to get one picture with both boys. Maybe by the time he's 3 will Drew realize he can open his eyes and smile for pictures at the same time.

I have to admit, I love this picture of the boys and me. I mean, seriously, how cute are those two boys?

And this is a pretty good family picture, too. I wish Drew were smiling and we had a better background, but that's ok. All 4 of us (5 if you count my baby belly) in one picture, mostly looking at the camera with happy faces- that's pretty good.

Mike and I are so proud of Zach and so excited for this school year. I love this picture, too.

And a great picture of Zach and Mike.

Here's Zach showing off his new backpack. I think he picked an especially cute one!

Drew said on the way to school, "Will Zach leave with us?" When I told him no, he kind of sighed and said, "I not see him again!" in a very put-out manner. It was cute. But once we got to school, Drew was quick to find the wheelbarrow he discovered Monday night at Meet-the-Teacher-Night. He quickly put Lightning McQueen in for a ride and said, "Mom, I ba-ow-en-cing this?" (balancing), and then said, "I have strong muscles for this!"

Zach saw his buddy Jonah, who was in his preschool class, right away, and that seemed to help dispel any nerves he may have had, though he didn't seem too nervous to begin with. We went to his desk/table and got him situated and took a couple more photos. There are 24 kids in Zach's class (up from 18 on the class list this May, which kind of bums me out), and of those 24, only 6 are girls! This teacher may have her hands full! At least she has a full-time associate and a one-on-one associate in with her to help tame all the testosterone in there.

One of Mike's patients asked him the other day, "So who will cry more- your wife or your son?" and Mike answered with, "I don't think either of them will cry, actually," and he was right. I got just a little choked up giving Zach a hug good-bye, but really, I'm not sad about him starting kindergarten; I'm excited. I'm so excited for all he'll learn, the friends he'll make, the fun he'll have, and just how much he'll grow this year. I'm not an overly emotional person, but I still wondered if there was something wrong with me for not crying on my first-born's first day of kindergarten. I think it helps that it's just half-day kindergarten, too. I'm sure I've mentioned this before in this blog, but I'll say it again. The school district in which we live only offers full-day kindergarten. Zach has an early June birthday, so for a long time we were on the fence about whether to send him to kindergarten this year or to wait a year. We decided to open-enroll him to a neighboring district that offered one half-day class, because we felt that that bought us one more year to sort of make up our minds. At the end of this year, hopefully we'll know for certain if Zach is ready for first grade or if he should go to full-day kindergarten next year. Either way, he'll move to our home district. I think academically he is ready for this, and I know it's early to say this, and Mike may disagree, but at this point, I think he'll go to first grade next year. But when I say that, I say it just as my inkling, not a decision that has been made already. The nice thing, too, is that this half-day program offers the exact same curriculum that the full-day program offers, so I don't feel like Zach is missing out an anything other than some extra specials (P.E., art, etc.), lunch, a few more recesses, rest time, and a lot of time spent walking down the hall to and from these various things. I think it's a shame more districts around here don't offer a half-day option, really, but at the same time, I understand why they don't. The drive to Zach's school only took about 10 minutes today, so it's not a terribly long drive, but I'm not looking forward to it come winter. At least a good chunk of the drive is on the interstate, so in the winter that may actually be a good thing.

Anyway, Zach gave Mike and me hugs, told Drew good-bye, and was off on his first assignment.

The kid was all excited for us to pick him up after school because we said we'd go out to lunch, but we actually had to take him to the doctor. It seems he developed a rash overnight, and we noticed it just before school this morning. After a quick talk with my mom (who is a nurse), we figured it was probably a reaction to the Amoxicillan he's been on for his ear infection. I called the pediatrician anyway, and they wanted us to bring him in to check it out right after school. The doctor we saw agreed that it was probably an allergic reaction, so I guess we know not to give him Amoxicillan anymore! And thank goodness that's all it was. I felt kind of bad sending him to school with a rash like that, worrying about the other kids, but at the same time, it was his first day of real school EVER, and I didn't want to make him miss it if it was some minor rash caused by an allergic reaction. He was acting normal, didn't have a fever, and actually said his ear felt "almost all better," which made for the first day his ear didn't feel "pretty bad" in about 2 weeks, so I didn't think he was sick with something else. Anyway, it's times like these that I'm thankful to have a mother in the health industry who can give me good advice!

So I would consider Zach's first day of kindergarten a definite success! I hope there are 179 more days just like it (minus the rash, of course). I think it is going to be a great year.

(And let me give myself a pat on the back for getting this post done the day it took place!)

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

The State Fair

The state fair in Iowa is a big deal, a much bigger deal than the Colorado State Fair ever seemed to me when I was growing up. So I think I've gone to the fair here every year since I graduated from college (which was 10 years ago!), and it's interesting, but I can't spend hours upon hours there. First of all, it's always incredibly hot and humid during the fair, and while Mike loves to go for the food, I'm not so much into eating a bunch of seriously overpriced fried food. I have found certain things I enjoy eating there, though, so it's not like my arm has to be twisted too much. And I enjoy taking the boys to see the animals at the fair.

So on Friday my parents came back to my house from my sister's place in Minnesota, and the plan was to give them their first taste of the Iowa State Fair. It was very rainy all morning, so we were worried we would be rained out in the evening, but the rain stopped and it was actually perfect weather- not terribly hot and humid, which was awesome. Mike's parents had even scored some free tickets for us, so we didn't even have to pay to get in, which was really awesome. We enjoyed our various fair foods (my personal favorite being the "Monkey Tail," a chocolate and sprinkle covered frozen banana), saw some animals, and checked out the butter cow. I think a lot of us really enjoyed seeing the baby pigs that were just minutes to an hour old. Drew thought that was really cool. He also liked seeing the horses. He kept asking before we left if there would be giraffes there, but thankfully he didn't seem too disappointed when there weren't any. We didn't take the camera, so all pictures came from Mike's phone and aren't of the best quality.

The boys enjoyed petting this little baby goat.

The past couple of years Mike and I have enjoyed taking Zach on this huge slide. This year Mike had to go solo since pregnant women can't ride the slide. Drew willingly went up the stairs, but I could see once all three were at the top that he wasn't so willing to go down. If you click on the photo you can see him standing off to the far left side while Mike puts the potato sack down. I knew this wasn't a good sign.

Somehow Mike convinced Drew to get on the potato sack, or maybe he didn't and he just grabbed him and went; I'm still not sure. Either way, they came down the slide.

I wondered as they got towards the bottom if Drew was enjoying the slide or not.

Clearly, he was not.

He said, "That slide too fast for me!" He was happy to let Zach and Dad go again and to watch from the bottom with me.

The rides at the fair are like the food- seriously overpriced. Zach really wanted to ride on the skylift, but Mike and I remembered it as being outrageously expensive, so we said no this time. Plus, it was getting late. We couldn't resist, however, when he wanted to do the climbing wall.

He did a pretty good job and got pretty high for a five year-old. The high school kid helping him was great and really helpful.

Some of the hand/foot holdings were spaced a little too far apart for Zach to get really high, and eventually his little legs and arms just plain got too tired to go any higher. It was fun to watch him, though.

I think my parents enjoyed their first taste of the Iowa State Fair. Mike's parents are avid fair-goers and were out there at the same time as us, so we even got to see them some, which was nice for everyone.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Rocky Mountain High

A couple of weeks ago the boys, the dogs, and I loaded up the car and make the 10 hour drive to Colorado. I was definitely nervous for the car ride, since I had never driven by myself with both boys and dogs. Zach, the dogs, and I have done the trek, but Drew has only driven it once, maybe, and that was at Christmas time when Mike was with me. I felt I was as prepared as I could be- I'd purchased lots of different activities the boys could do in the car, packed lots of snacks, and we had checked out some never-before-seen DVDs from the library. We let the boys wake up at about their normal time, just before 7:00, and basically got them dressed, brushed teeth, and got in the car. I had breakfast ready for them (dry Honeycomb cereal- something new that I wouldn't normally buy, but easy and tasty to eat dry, strawberries, and blueberries) in their new lunch boxes (Star Wars for Zach, Lightning McQueen for Drew). My plan was that they would eat their breakfast and maybe do one of their activities from our house to Omaha, which is about a 2 hour drive, and then I could put in a DVD for them. The plan worked perfectly, and just on the west side of Omaha we stopped to put in a DVD we got from the library, which lasted almost until we got to Kearney, our lunch destination.

I figured we'd all be ready to get out of the car by the time we got to Kearney, which is close to the half-way point between my house and my parents' house. We'd been in the car just over 4 and a half hours, and I knew I could use a bathroom break and a chance to stretch my legs. After filling up the gas tank, I used my GPS to find a park, and the boys and I headed there for a picnic lunch. As we pulled into the parking lot, Drew asked, "Can we eat in the car? Can we stay in the car, please?" I told him that no, we were going to get out and eat and play at the park, expecting that to be exciting after spending the last 4 and a half plus hours in the car, but Drew, oh surprise, had different ideas, and a fit to end all fits ensued. We sat at a picnic table and while Zach and I ate lunch, Drew screamed and screamed, threw his applesauce (which still had a lid on it and didn't break open, thankfully), screamed and cried some more, all while about 20 people walked by, staring, and Zach and I mostly carried on like we were oblivious to the pissed off toddler sitting by us. There was one grandma who was waiting for somebody, and she kept staring at us, probably wondering what the heck I was doing to torture my kid. Somehow the fit finally ended, and Drew ate lunch while Zach played a little. It was about 100 degrees and humid out, so the playground equipment was all hot and it was tiring to just sit in the heat, so not a lot of playing took place. I couldn't wait to just get back on the road, really.

So we got back in the car and after looking at some books for a while, I told the boys it was nap time, and they both were good and fell asleep for about an hour or so. Once they woke up, I was able to stall them until we hit Julesburg, which is the first town in northeastern Colorado. In Julesburg we topped off the tank and went potty, and once again, Drew started to get mad about getting out of the car. I still can't believe that in that whole, long day, the only times the 2 year-old got mad were the 2 times we got out of the car, and not at all during the 10 hour ride in the car. Not what I expected, that's for sure! So as we left Julesburg, I started a new DVD- Pete's Dragon, a classic Disney movie that I loved as a kid that the boys wanted to check out from the library. They loved it, and it occupied them for the next couple of hours, until we were about 20 minutes from my parents' house. So the drive out to Colorado proved to be very good compared to what I was expecting. I'm still not sure how my parents drove from Denver to St. Paul with my sisters and me all those years without a DVD player in the car- I'm not sure we'd have made it without ours!

We were happy to get to my parents' house and see Grandma, Grandpa, Aunt Becky, and cousins Cam and Myles. We brought some delicious Iowa sweet corn with us and had a good supper of burgers and corn, and then got some good playing in before bedtime.

Becky had to work the first few days of our time out there, but Cam got to spend lots of time with us. On Monday my dad set up a little train and the boys went crazy for it. Probably a little too crazy for Grandpa's liking, since they ended up having a little bit of a difficult time sharing it. At one point Drew had one engine with 2 coach cars, which he was pretending were Thomas, Annie, and Clarabel, and Cam and Zach each just had one other train car. Cam wanted one of Drew's, and tried to take it from him, and it was so funny to see Zach's reaction. Zach said, "No, Cam! Drew's pretending those are Thomas, Annie, and Clarabel! I don't like that he has 3 cars and we each just have 1 either, but I'm dealing with it, so you need to, too!" There were a few cases where Cam would try to talk Drew into a trade of some sort (with the trains and other toys), and even though Drew wouldn't agree, Cam would think that because he talked about it first, it was ok, and he'd make the switch, and Drew would get mad. Then Zach would swoop in and defend Drew, which is pretty interesting, since Cam was doing the same things Zach normally does to Drew at home, but of course when it's Zach doing them, somehow it's ok in his mind. Funny how that works.

Anyway, some shots of the boys enjoying the train:

We decided to head to the Colorado Railroad Museum that day since everybody was in the mood for trains. Zach and Cam have been to the museum a lot with Grandpa Dick, but Drew had never been there. Given that Drew is more unpredictable than Zach, I wasn't sure how he'd do at the museum. He did ok. He enjoyed this little train a lot.

All three boys really enjoyed the huge model train layout in the basement. Then we headed outside to see the real trains. Zach and Cam loved getting up on any trains they could, and having Grandpa tell them about the engines, coaches, etc. Drew was a stinker about getting up on the trains (perfect example of his unpredictability- I'd have thought that'd be his favorite part), so he and I only got on one, but there was no way he was posing for a picture.

On Tuesday I just wanted to do something low-key, so we headed to downtown Golden to Clear Creek, which is the creek/river that provides the water for Coors Brewery. We had a little picnic lunch and watched the people tubing and kayaking.

Then we took off our shoes and went down into the little beach area. Since it's summer, I always have our pool toys in the car, so the the boys enjoyed playing in the water and the sand.

In this picture Drew was just starting to say, "I too cold!" It was a nice day, but the water in Clear Creek comes right from the snow melting off the mountains, so it is very cold water.

Zach and Cam experimented with different mixtures of sand and water for sand castle building.

Drew, of course, drove trucks around in the sand.

What a view! That mountain (really it's just a foothill) in the background is where Mike and I got engaged, and across the street from this beach is the building where we had our wedding reception. Golden is such a pretty town. It has changed a lot since I was a kid.

Drew also enjoyed throwing sand and rocks of all sizes into the water.

And he did dip his feet in a few more times.

On Wednesday morning, we had planned to go to a place called Tiny Town, which is a little town with buildings built to 1/6 the normal size and a railroad going around the whole place. It was built in the early 1900's. We took Cam and Zach there a few years ago, and they loved it, so we thought it'd be fun to go back again. That morning my parents had a meeting with a guy giving them an estimate on replacing their gutters, and the meeting was supposed to last about 20 minutes. After about an hour and a half of my dad outside talking with this guy, I decided to go for a run. Being 24 weeks pregnant, at a much higher altitude, and the fact that it was about 90 degrees out did not make for a great run for me, so I kept it pretty short. When I got back my dad was just finishing his meeting, so I quickly showered and got ready, all the while feeling guilty that I'd be the reason we weren't getting to Tiny Town when they opened. Anyway, we left home and made the 20 minute drive to Tiny Town, but as we turned onto the road leading to the place there was a police car blocking the road. We were the third car in line, and as we waited, expecting that there was an accident ahead, an ambulance and a fire truck sped by. Shortly thereafter, the ambulance sped by the other way. When we got up to talk to the policeman, we found out that Tiny Town was closed because the train had derailed! He said there were multiple injuries, and we later found out that 15 people were taken to nearby hospitals, and 3 were in serious condition. I just read online that the train, which normally travels at about 3 to 4 mph, was going between 12 and 17 mph when it approached a curve and tipped over. Needless to say, my dad and I were both thankful that our various morning activities took up the extra time, resulting in our delayed departure to Tiny Town.

Since the kids were all excited about riding a train, we knew we needed a great back-up plan fast. We decided to go to Heritage Square, "a Victorian entertainment and shopping village" in Golden that I remember going to as a kid. When I was a kid, the big lure there was the Alpine Slide. A couple of years ago Becky and I took Zach and Cam on the Alpine Slide, but this year my parents weren't interested, and I wasn't about to go three separate times with each boy. So instead we bought a bunch of tickets and let the boys ride some rides.

Zach and Cam enjoyed the banana airplanes.

Drew was going to do the airplanes, but then saw this mini train roller coaster and could only focus on riding it. Of course, pregnant women can't ride most of the rides, and if I couldn't ride, Drew wanted Grandpa Dick, so my dad was a good sport and crammed his long legs into this tiny car. I think he seriously just barely fit. I was a little nervous about whether or not Drew would even like the ride. It took a little persuasion to convince him that he couldn't sit in the engine car with Zach and Cam, but eventually he settled into the second car with Grandpa, and away they went.

I think you can see from these next two pictures that Drew enjoyed the ride. He told Grandpa during the ride, "This really fast!"

Drew totally picked his rides based on what shape they took, not what actions they took, if that makes sense. Drew loves trucks and trains and cars, so he wanted to ride on the train roller coaster and the ride that looked like a big bus. Grandpa wasn't interested in going on the Crazy Bus, and again, I couldn't, so this time Drew got to ride with Grandma Ruth.

Zach and Cam rode the Crazy Bus, too.

Cam and Zach then decided to go on this ride that goes around and around in a circle. They looked so small in the car they were in, and I quickly looked at the sign and didn't see anything saying pregnant women couldn't ride it, so I quickly asked if I could ride with my boys, and they let me. I love amusement park rides, so I was happy to get one little thrill in.

The big boys went on a little bit bigger roller coaster with Grandma and Grandpa while Drew and I went in search of water, and Drew had a little mini fit because he wanted water from a drinking fountain and I couldn't find one. Thankfully he got over it pretty quickly once he realized I just wasn't going to put up with it. Then we headed to the carousel, but not before my dad snapped this quick and hilarious picture of Zach and Cam. Cam especially cracks me up in this picture, but you really should click on it to enlarge it in order to do it justice.

Drew and I were the only people on the carousel, and he enjoyed his horse.

By the time we were done on the rides, it was almost 1:00, and definitely lunchtime. We hadn't even ridden the train that goes around the park, but somehow we managed to get out of there without that fact even dawning upon the boys. Maybe they thought the train roller coaster was THE train at Heritage Square. I don't know, but we were prepared to go back (it's close to my parents' house) if any of them mentioned it, but thankfully they didn't.

The next couple of days were mostly spent at my sister's house. Thursday Zach had a low-grade fever and started complaining of his neck and head hurting, so we decided to mostly just lay low, playing at Becky's. We did go to a little park with a cool splash pad, but that was about it. Zach and Drew were thrilled to get to play with Cam's toys, and I enjoyed hanging out with Becky and spending more time with Myles, too. Cam even let us borrow his "humongous Mack," as Drew calls it, to play with at Grandma and Grandpa's house. That was much appreciated, because I had a night out planned with some of my high school girlfriends, and Drew was happily distracted by this cool toy (Mack from the movie Cars) to care that I'd be gone. I had a really fun time with my girlfriends; it's always fun to catch up with them.

Friday we decided to go to a swimming pool/aquatic center with Becky, Myles, and Cam. It was a lot of fun, but busy! Being there definitely made me appreciate the small private pool we belong to, where I don't have to worry about anybody stealing my stuff, or if I'll be able to pick Zach out of the crowd of kids. We had a good time, but that was a time that I actually appreciated the humidity of the midwest, because even though it was hot out, there was just enough of a breeze/dryness to the air that made being wet and out of the water slightly chilly. So we headed home so Drew and Myles could nap and Cam and Zach could have some quiet time. That evening we went to see some of Becky's friends that we both know from college, and that was fun, too. The boys and I didn't get home until after 9:00, which was way later than I had wanted, especially considering that Zach still didn't seem 100% himself and that he hadn't napped in days, but oh well.

Saturday, despite going to bed super late, the boys were up early again. Some nights they shared a room at my parents' house, and some nights Zach slept upstairs if it wasn't too hot. Sharing a room proved just to exciting for them to ever sleep in, or even come close. Saturday may have been the latest they slept, and they were up by 6:45. We didn't have any big plans for the day, so the boys got to play with Grandma and Grandpa while I went for a run, showered, and did some packing. Zach and Grandpa enjoyed a game of lawn darts.

Then Zach helped Grandpa pick up dog poop.

Drew got outside for some fun, too.

Becky and the boys came over around lunchtime, and she and I got Myles and Drew down for their naps and then headed out for some shopping. I had my mom put Zach down for a nap because I could tell he was exhausted, but that little stinker would not give in and did not sleep. And we all seemed to pay for it later. My brother-in-law Tom met us all for dinner at Woody's, our favorite pizza place in Golden, and Zach and Cam struggled a little to get along there. There was once incident involving some overreacting and some scratching on both boys' parts, and poor Cam came away with a small wound on his chest thanks to Zach's nails. It wasn't pretty. I was actually shocked that Zach was the pain in the butt that evening out and Drew was pretty much an angel, because it's often the other way around. We said our goodbyes to Tom, Becky, Cam, and Myles, and headed back to Grandma and Grandpa's for one last night's sleep before the long drive home.

And it actually turned out to be one crappy night's sleep, at least for Zach and me. I had Zach go to bed a little early because he was clearly completely exhausted- weepy, whiney, and just annoying in the way that only an exhausted child can be. He slept fine until somewhere after 2:00 a.m., and then it seemed like all hell broke loose. My dad brought him down to my room around 2:40, and he was complaining of a sore neck and a sore ear. I tried to have him sleep with me, but the was fidgeting too much, so I put him in the room with Drew. And basically for the next 3 hours Zach played musical beds (between Drew's room and the room upstairs), cried seemingly non-stop, pulled out what seemed like all kinds of excuses (i.e., "That bump on my ear feels weaker than it should be," "I miss Daddy," "I'm hungry," "My hip hurts," etc.) and left me wondering how on earth I'd be able to make the 10 hour drive the next day. I think that from 2:40 until 5:50, I slept about 45 minutes and lost any tiny bit of patience I had for Zach and his many ailments.

We left my parents' house around 7:40/7:45 on Sunday morning, and by 8:05, Zach was out cold in his car seat. I had a splitting headache that is typical for me the day after not getting enough sleep, and I was a little emotional for the same reason. Amazingly, the drive home went pretty well. I never had to pull over for a power nap, though I felt on the verge a few times. My mom was trailing me in her car because she was on her way to MN to see my sister, so it helped to know somebody had my back and could stop with me if I needed to nap. We stopped 3 times, including once for lunch, and thankfully Drew didn't pitch a fit this time. It still felt like a much longer day than the drive to Colorado, and by the time we got home, we were all so happy to be here. The boys were happily surprised by their new bedrooms- Mike had been working hard the whole week we were gone to get the crib and matching baby furniture out of Drew's room and get his big boy bed and new furniture in, and to get Zach's new room all painted and get everything set up in there. Somehow he managed to squeeze all that work in between working a full work-week and playing 6 (I think) rounds of golf. The rooms look great and hopefully I'll get pictures posted later.

Anyway, it was a fun trip to Colorado, and as I said before, the boys did awesome in the car; much better than I expected. They watched 2 DVDs each way, which I don't love, but hey, what else are they going to do when they're strapped into a car seat for 10 hours? The one thing that totally annoys me is that I didn't take a single picture with Myles in it! He's such a happy little cutie, but by the time I spent much time with him (Thursday-Saturday), I pretty much had quit taking pictures for no good reason. Sorry Myles! It was also a little weird to go to and come home from Colorado not knowing when I'll get back there. With Three on the way in a few months, I don't see us getting out there for a while, and I'm not sure when I'll be confident enough to travel out there on my own with 3 kids. Not that Mike can't go with, but with his work schedule it's often difficult for him to take enough time off for me to feel like we get a good visit in. So, who knows? Usually we'd be back at Christmas, but with Three being due early December, I don't think that will happen this year. At least I know now that Zach and Drew can handle the long ride, and I think part of the trick to that is starting them when they're young so they get used to it and it's sort of an adventure.

In the Produce Aisle

Sitting in the front of the race car grocery cart today, the boys were doing great. We'd started at the east side of the store and had worked our way all the way to the produce on the west side without any complications or altercations. I was looking at the corn, and suddenly the volume inside the cab of the race car was increasing in an unpleasant way. The next thing I knew, Zach was crying and saying that Drew had "bonked me in the nose with his head and it really hurt!" I got down to their level, really enjoying that whole my-kids-are-fighting-in-public annoyance, and asked Zach for details on what happened. He basically told me again that Drew bonked his head into Zach's nose on purpose, and to Zach's credit, his nose was red, so I'm sure it hurt. I asked Drew, "Drew, did you bonk Zach in the nose with your head?" And Drew said, "Zach hit me in head!" I wasn't sure if Drew was telling the same thing that just had happened, or what (it can be hard to tell with a two and a half year-old), so I said, "Zach hit you in the head? With what?" And Drew said, "With his hand!" Zach immediately said, "I did not!" and shifted his eyes around before looking at the ground. Hmmm, suspicious. So I asked Zach if he did hit Drew, and he basically wouldn't answer me, which told me the answer. I asked then if he hit Drew in the head before Drew head-butted his nose, and he said no, but not in a convincing way at all. So I asked again, and got the same response. Finally I had to pull out the threat. Our plans were to go to the pool after our grocery shopping, so I said, "Zach, tell me the truth, or we will not go to the pool today." And finally Zach admitted to hitting Drew in the face first, and then Drew head-butting his nose. I said, "Well, then I don't feel very sorry for you for getting your nose hurt, since you started it by hitting Drew. If you hit him first, don't you expect him to hit you back? You taught him to hit you by hitting him first. Now, I don't want to hear another word out of you two, other than 'Sorry.'" So Zach, with a trembling lip, said, "Sorry, Drew," and started to cry, and Drew said, "Sorry, Zach," right back. Then Zach said, "Mom, I just want to say one more thing." I told him ok, and he turned to Drew and said, "I love you!" and cried harder. Drew put his arms around Zach, leaned in against him, and said, "Don't cry, Zach! Don't cry! I love you!" and they hugged away. It nearly brought tears to my eyes! It was just the sweetest thing to see Drew comforting Zach and to see them making up. And thankfully, the last 15 minutes of the grocery shopping were totally uneventful.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

A Few Random Photos

Just putting off what I'm afraid will be a long post about our trip to Colorado...

The sky on a recent morning before a big storm. This was probably 3 weeks ago, I think.

About 2 weeks ago, Zach randomly asked me if I would make him green eggs and ham for breakfast. I told him I could do the green eggs, but probably not green ham. It was lucky we even had any ham in the fridge.

A couple of days before we left for Colorado, the boys had a blast throwing water at the back door. The dogs get the door all dirty with their nose smudges, so I don't really worry about it being clean 95% of the time. It was a nice day, too, so I could have cared less that the boys were throwing rain water and soaking their pajamas. They were having so much fun; it was great to just sit inside and listen to them laugh.

Zach even attempted to wipe the door off when they were done. What a nice boy.