Will Anna kick me off again?

Anna recently allowed me back on her blog, after having kicked me off a few months back. So I'll see if I can get myself kicked off again.

Last night we had Nate over for some play time with E-Train. I get so engrossed in watching the two boys play that I usually forget to take any pictures (This time I was able to get some videos). They have such different personalities but play so well its so fun to watch (I call them Bert and Ernie, I'll let you decide who is who). They are quickly turning into little boys and leaving their toddler days behind them, as rock throwing and stick fights were two of their favorite games.

On Wed. night a television show I had been watching all year featured what I (in my self anointed expert opinion) believe to be the most underrated Elton John. I am finding that few people even know this song (insert gasping noise).

Furthermore, I believe that Elton John has been almost marginalized in musical history due to the whimsical nature of some of his songs along with his flamboyant personality. People forget how brilliant the music he and Bernie Taupin made together truly is. And if you don't know who Bernie Taupin is you better have clicked the link.

Soooooooo, for your Friday afternoon boredom relief break, I present 5 minutes of Nate and Elliot accompanied by Sir Elton John. (I have likely been banned again by the time you read this post.)

Blast! He's done it!

As I have eluded to here and here, I knew it was a matter of time.

This morning Elliot called out for Daddy to come get him. Fred walks into his room and opens his window shade. Turns around and Elliot is straddling his crib. He says "out now?" Two seconds later he is hanging off the rail and one more second he's on the ground standing.

Looks up at Fred and says "eat now?" and walks out of his room.

Medicating a 2 Year Old

Giving medicine to a 2 year old, I think, is quite similar to trying to give medicine to a cat. Elliot has a sinus infection and is on an antibiotic (yummy bubblegum) and a decongestant (nasty grape).

I can usually coax him into the bubblegum if I let him hold the spoon. This, however, always ends with a giant barbie pink medicine mustache and a trail down his chin and shirt. The nasty grape? No way, no how.

This morning I had to put it into a syringe and hold his head between my knees (he was standing, this wasn't as torturous as it sounds), have Fred hold his arms, pry his mouth open and shoot it in. We had to do this 4 times as he'd escape, clench his teeth or refuse to swallow.

Now he hates me. The entire rest of the morning, car ride to daycare and then at daycare - he had nothing to say to me. Wouldn't even look at me. I tried to explain to him that its all to help him out but somehow that falls on deaf ears.

Just remember, darling son, your momma is the queen of being stubborn and I will win. I. Will. Win.

Problematic Posting

I got called out last night about not blogging. And even as I whined my excuse across the table it wasn't working. I haven't been blogging - and it's not for a lack of funny things. It's a lack of memory of the funny things done or the lack of ability to put funny things into a read-able form.

How do I blog about this weekend when I got him from his nap only to find him straddling his crib like it was a rocking horse and beaming proudly while showing me this accomplishment. (Seriously, Fred, we need to get the crib down to the last notch pronto!)

I can't put into words how the Circus went (yes, we ended up going) and how I was actually more afraid of the trapeze artists than Elliot was of any of the clowns. He laughed and repeatedly called them "siwwee cwowns." Then the guy that got shot of out the cannon? Elliot didn't flinch, or miss a second. I panicked; he said "cool mommy."

The battle of wills is on every day at our house. He doesn't want a cereal bar he wants a waffle but when the waffle is ready he cries for toast. Mommy makes him eat the waffle and that is the most torturous thing ever. His life is ruined, his spirit crushed. I am, by far, the worst mom on the planet at this specific point in time. Dangit mom, you know that when I say waffle I actually mean that I want a dill pickle!

Elliot loves to mimic Fred running. Here was this morning's conversation:
A: Good morning, Elliot, want to get up?
E: No mommy, Daddy.
A: Daddy's running so you're stuck with me.
E: Daddy runeeng? Downstayr? Runeeng, runeeng, runeeng!! (Big smile and jerks his arms back and forth as though he's sprinting the 100m in the Olympics.)
E: See Daddy runeeng? Go downstayr?
A: Sure, honey, just let me change your diaper.

A new game is to point at a house and yell HOUSE! This started because every day he asks "Whassat?" the entire way home. Its the same stuff every day; it's a house, a tree, car, truck or bus. On Monday I started yelling House! and pointing. He caught on and it was a very amusing ride home with each of us trying to out-HOUSE! the other one before exploding into laughter. I believe I heard a "siwwee mommy" more than once.

I could go on all day. They just don't make for very good posts. Cole, sorry to let you down. I'll try to be better about it, I promise.

A Little Diddy...

Elliot would like to sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star to you.

Ginkel ginkel Bubba's House
Ginkel ginkel Bubba's House

Thank you, thank you very much. If you want to leave him a tip - put it in his College Savings account because I don't think his songwriting skills will take him far.

Stop Stop Stop the Insanity.

I swear I'm going to lose it. The calliope has been playing for a mere 6 minutes and I want to bash my head against my desk until I can no longer hear it. The worst part? It's not within my sight so I can't plot against the evil machine. Blast you Shriners and your Circus too!