up for grabs:

two pieces of modern art. They are:

tactical:awe-inspiring (he never stopped saying "wow. ooooh! wooowww." the whole time. very impressed with himself, this child):tasty?!:non-toxic (hooray for Crayola):
carefully crafted:smile-inducingfirst-edition finger paintings:

You like?

Sometimes, Daddy knows best.

Do you remember the first fit I mentioned? Did you think that it would be the last? If so, then you would be wrong. No matter whether we've gone on a five minute walk around the block or are returning from an hour long romp at the park, the return home is often more eventful than I would like it to be. Like the forehead indents? That's what you get when you smash your head into the cement if mom doesn't put her foot in the way fast enough (because of course you can't throw a proper fit on the grass when you're 19 months old. It just doesn't have the same effect). Usually I'm pretty ok with tantrums, no matter what the scenario, and have a system worked out for how to handle them. If you want it in professional terminology, read this, but basically I make sure he's safe, let him throw himself, and when he's calmed down a bit, we move on.* Sometimes, however, "my" way just doesn't work quickly enough. This morning was a perfect example. The boy woke up about an hour earlier than I was expecting him to, and when we started to head downstairs he got the(false) impression that I wasn't going to carry him down and decided that the only recourse was to express his frustration. loudly. Head banging was involved. When he finally stood up (what I'd been encouraging him to do all along), I wiped off the blood from his slightly split lip, picked him up, and brought him downstairs. All good, right?

As soon as we got downstairs, I tried to stand him up on the floor to take his sopping wet diaper off so he could sit on the potty and/or eat breakfast, and he threw himself all over again. This fit was even louder and more dramatic and lasted for about 10 minutes before mr. waaz stumbled downstairs, picked DS up, and brought him back up to bed. Didn't say much to the boy aside from "you may not bang your head on the ground, and you may not scream at your mother. Lay down here and calm down for a minute", put a blanket on him, and waited. In his words, it was a "high-risk maneuver" because 1) it might not work, and 2)it might give me, the mom, the wrong impression that I was "doing a bad job".

While this was happening, I, the mom, was thinking in my head, "this is never going to work, he's going to be even madder than before, and I'm going to have to fix it," but less than five minutes later, I hear snoring, and we all got to sleep at least another hour. WHAT?! No wrong impressions here. In fact, Daddy is Mommy's new hero.

Tune in next time for adventures with finger paint, no fits allowed. =)

*n.b. this is not to say I'll never use...um...physical discouragement...of negative behavior, but so far it hasn't seemed like the appropriate response to a barely verbal toddler's tantrum. Touching the stove/xbox/knitting on the other hand...

plain Cheerios with milk

is one of my son's favorite breakfasts. What can I say, he's a mamma's boy. This morning the boy ate 3 small bowls of plain cheerios with milk, along with most of a banana and a cup of water. He only used a spoon about half the time, but when all was said and done he'd had more to eat than his six-months-pregnant mother. And that's saying something ;-)












(pics from vacation)

not my favorite timeline

5:00 p.m.: recover key from friendly neighbor, unlock the front door, general "welcome home" mayhem ensues.
7:00 p.m.: defrosted and reheated chili mac with a side of (freshly) scrambled eggs for dinner.
9:00 p.m.: mira falls asleep on the couch and is escorted upstairs.
10:oo p.m.: wild child falls asleep on the couch and is escorted upstairs. mr. waaz continues with the unpacking. dog acquires a mysterious limp, perhaps from slamming into walls in her excitement over having "her" people back.
12:oo a.m.: everyone is awake again. wide awake. mr. waaz contemplates sleep, but is unable to doze off. cheerios and milk and chunks of ham and sugar babies are consumed.
2:00 a.m.: mr. waaz brings down the newborn-3 month box of boy clothes so mira can sort them and add some adorable "new"clothes from a friend of a friend to the box. wild child lives up to the nickname by rediscovering the toys in the suitcases and throwing them at the cat/dog/shadow on the ground and laughing hysterically, pausing only to dance along to the music from daddy's guitar game.
5:00 a.m.: the boy falls asleep again, and the parents are quick to follow suit.

Hooray we made it!!

and in very good time I might add. Our plane touched down in "sunny" Sig at 4:05 and we walked in our front door at 5:05 to be greeted by one happy pup and one indifferent kitty. Any way more will be said and pictures will be posted after we get our beauty rest.

Good-Bye 4 degrees, Hello 55

packing up the car, heading out. Pray for us!! Will try to update if we find internet somewhere.

"Train up a child in the way he should go,

and when he is old(er) he will not turn from it (even if he happens to travel to another country)"~Proverbs 22:6 (NIV); parentheses my own. Feel free to add your own captions ;-)

...Leavin', on a Jet Plane...

...Don't know how to pack it all in...

As of just a couple hours ago, we have leave orders in hand and are on the list of passengers wishing to travel, which is as much confirmation as we're going to get until we actually set foot on the airplane in the wee hours of tomorrow morning. We also have a car rented and snacks and 15 board books packed. Don't know how 2 large suitcases and 1 flight bag and 1 carry-on and 1 back-pack and 1 bass and 2.3 adults and 1 child with a carseat are going to all fit into a compact car, but isn't that what vacations are about (well, that, and lost socks and borrowed pillows)? We should be in WNY this time Saturday, if not sooner (not sure when we're landing or how long the drive will end up taking us). Hooray!

...and the verdict is...

Well, aside from one person who had an unfair advantage (tee hee), good guesses everyone. You were all at least 50% correct! It seems that almost everyone was hoping for a girl, but expecting a boy. Mr. waaz and myself really had no clue or expectations, aside from having a short list of girl name possibilities and NOTHING for a boy. uh oh. Mom, how do you think this will look as the beginnings of a "coming home" ensemble?
Surprise, surprise (not really) my due date changed as well. Apparently I am now "due" June 12, exactly a month before Big Brother turns 2. Sorry, Gma/Gpa W, I doubt I'll be able to hold out until your anniversary. The good news is, that makes me 5 months/20 weeks PG already. Woo hoo! No wonder I'm not fitting into those size skinny jeans anymore...N.B.: for fear of offending the sensibilities of a certain doctor cuz, and because really they just look like black and white and grey fuzz, all ultrasound pics have been left out of this post. We'll bring them along in the suitcase if you really feel like squinting. We promise, however, that it's not worth it. We did get one wonderful "straight up the butt between the legs" shot that offered 99.9% confirmation, but the tech didn't happen to print that lovely angle. I'm sure the new boychild will be forever grateful.

Just Like Daddy...

...Except Daddy actually managed to stay awake (this time).

ps: he's grown so much *tear*. I remember when he was just this big (last pic). He doesn't even smell the same! And yes, that may have something to do with the (in)frequency of baths in our house. There, I said it.

Cast Your Vote

so...boy or girl? Original due date (June 19) or something completely different? After an ultrasound to beat all ultrasounds (1:15 long. my neck hurts.), we have a "clear" idea of both. Will show pics after the vote.

OH, and I got a package :) :) :) will show pics of those wonderful goodies as soon as I can find the camera. Thanks, GB!

And now for something completely different:

I miss snow. I was reminded of this fact and my urge was slightly gratified watching the Packers demolish the Seahawks yesterday in Lambeau.
Although, I also realized that I really don't miss shoveling it. Does anyone know where you can get a shovel sized for a three year old?

Dr. N says,

"well....I will admit that you seem to be low risk..."

tee hee.

yes, we had our first doc's appt. yesterday. saw the baby (phew, it's not just my tummy doing weird things), and scheduled a "real" u/s next week.. Apparently when you drink some of your h's capo (poor guy ended up working and not going to bed until 24 hours after he'd last woken up), the pear-sized babe will be doing so many somersaults that it's nearly impossible to determine anything conclusive about gestational age, gender, or the number of digits on each appendage aside from the tidbit that there is, in fact, only one baby in there. Which is all D really wanted to know anyway ;-)

newly added to the fit reperitoire:

*throwing oneself for maximum effect with minimal bodily impact (knees, belly, hands, preferably on the grass, but the sidewalk isn't too terrible either)
*a whole new octave on the screech scale
*grass pulling/throwing
*a time record: 30 minutes and counting.

oh boy. Trust me, you do not want an accompanying pic...unless he falls asleep on the tile, which is a distinct possibility. Who knew not letting him walk his OWN SELF across the street and then not carrying him the rest of the way home after the mini fit would lead to this?!

LunchSupperDinner

Like my beautiful sil mentioned (here and here), eating schedules get a little mixed up when the breadwinner is on a funny shift schedule. No longer can the wifey take her sweet time deciding on a supper menu, preparing the ingredients throughout the day, and/or putting it all together between 5 and 7 p.m. Instead she must use her time wisely and plan a meal that can be put together with a minimum of noise and with ingredients already in her kitchen/pantry (because going to the grocery store with kid(s) AND preparing a meal AND teachingcraftinghousecleaningmothering before the H has to leave for work is just about impossible). Not only must this meal be fully satisfying and pleasing to the H, it also can't be too incredibly heavy, because keep in mind that for at least one person in the family, this is probably the first thing they've put in their mouths since waking up. The boy and I have adapted pretty well to this schedule, eating big breakfasts when we wake up, small lunches, and our main meal with mr. waaz between 3 and 4, with a late-evening snack of leftovers to tide us over to the next morning. Yes, that's 4 meals for us. Please remember that the boy is a tot and I am pregnant.
ANYWAY, today's main meal was absolutely wonderful. After devouring my own plate in about 3 nanoseconds, I forbid mr. waaz from taking a single bite of his meal until I'd photographed the evidence for this here blog entry. Baked flounder (mango sauce, margarine, olive oil, parmesan, fresh lemon slices, s&p), peas and pearl onions, and sourdough biscuits (I shortened the sitting and rising time drastically due to previously mentioned constraints, made no difference in quality). YUM. Oh, and that little bit of brown up in the corner? chocolate panna cotta for later. Yes I am bragging, just a little. Tell me you're not drooling and I might apologize.

worth the wait

***Let me preface this post by apologizing for the quality of the photos you are about to witness. Let me also say that the extreme cuteness of the subject(s) more than compensates for the lack of skill of the camera operator. (have I mentioned how difficult it is to take pics of a mile-a-minute toddler?)***

SO....the boy was driving me nuts today, primarily because I had a LIST and he was BORED. So, I being the loving yet rather crunchy mom I am, I set out to abate his boredom in a rather unique way. We played with pins and needles, scissors and wool, and at least one of us got a 30 minute nap before at last the boredom was abated.

the first meeting: eyes, nose, mouth, belly button!















"awwwww, baby (pat, pat, squeeeeze)"
















"look, mama!"












"lie down here, baby. I want to get a better look at you."












not bad for a few hours work with scrap wool and embroidery floss :) I have ideas for clothes in my head, but I'm not sure when they'll actually be cut and sewn, because the boy has not put the as-yet-unnamed baby down for more than one second since I first handed it to him, but at least he's got a blankie for warmth, thanks to Granny Boo!

ok...now where did I put that list??

pattern found here

Merry Christmas every-butt-y

This should be next year's Christmas card. Fair warning.

practically instant gratification

Snow Globes from Martha Stewart. I was just saying I wanted to see it snow here just once this winter...I wonder if my commissary/nex has any of the items on the supply list aside from olive jars...

Meal or No Meal

The t.v. was on in my house this morning, even after mr. waaz had retired to his lovely K.O.Q. bed. Most of you are probably aware that this is NOT a normal occurrence. I watch one or two shows in the evening on the days that mr. waaz works, usually after the boy is in bed so as not to dilute his still-forming synapses. Even during that hour or so, I am rarely on the couch knitting (though the idea is alluring). Instead, I am often fulfilling the portion of my overall job description entitled "housekeeper" that is purposely left off my daytime resume. During the day, we are so fully consumed with real life that I couldn't even tell you where the remote is unless the boy has just handed it to me--he's still at the stage where he typically hands me everything he's not supposed to be playing with as opposed to acquiring a strange glint in the eye and retiring to a remote corner to play with the forbidden fruit. Therefore, the only time the t.v. is on is if I happen to catch an interesting radio program (our t.v. has NPR as well as one or two local stations) or if, like this morning, mr. waaz has turned sports on to help his brain transition from work mode to sleep mode.

**sidenote** I often hear other moms of toddlers talk about how their child is delighted when the tune of various kids' shows comes on, and how he/she will sit entranced for an entire show, allowing the mom to "get something done", or I hear how the shows are "educational", so the moms don't feel bad about letting their kids watch. I mean, many of the shows have spanish words and conversations about sharing and pretty colors. That's gotta be good, right? And it's not like they can read, so why bother even pulling out the 5 board books on the high shelf and offering them instead, you know?(PLEASE read the sarcasm in the past couple of sentences). Ugh. **sidenote over**

This morning, however, I actually am the one responsible for the t.v. staying on past mr. waaz's bedtime. Let me explain. Last night there was a small accident of the liquid variety involving my very wonderful microfiber loveseat which resulted in the denuding all the cushions of their covers--why stop at just one--and tossing them into the washing machine. I did this at night because the back cushions are full of actual stuffing as opposed to a pillowform like the seat cushions. Having that stuff out while the dog, cat, and boy are awake sounds like a recipe for a "snow"storm to me. Unfortunately, I didn't get the cases washed, dried and restuffed last night, so this morning I was faced with one pile of fluff in the book/toy corner and another in the dog bed corner of my living room, and a very antsy boy and very confused dog in between. So, the dog is outside, the t.v. is set to Sesame Street, and I have just finished putting the couch back in order. Of course, my child did not actually watch the show until just this very moment (they're doing songs with real kids and he's dancing and humming, quite cute), preferring instead to "help" me stuff, but the fact remains that it was on in the background and one of the humans in the room was paying a modicum of attention. Enough attention to note (and this is the real impetus for the post...did you wonder when I was going to get to the point?) that Sesame St. has adapted to the times over the years. You know what I saw this morning? Elmo has a computer that alerts him to "elmo mail" (just like the aol "you've got mail" alert), and they are not above doing spoofs of popular gameshows. Today it was "Meal or No Meal", complete with a Howie Mandel puppet, the ladies, and all the quirky tidbits that make up Deal or No Deal. Are they serious?? They tried to educationalize it by asking whether the foods on the trays were meals or not, and bribing the contestant with cookies instead of $$, but all I could say was "wow". I had no idea it was such a popular show. Although, I guess if the Italians can have a version--with shoeboxes and a crazy-haired host--then kids are entitled to their version as well. sheesh. Click here for a full run-down of the episode, complete with MANY more signs of the times (Outkast music, "Traction Jackson", and a Law and Order character appearance, among others).

Maybe this no-t.v. thing isn't such a bad idea after all. On the bright side, after turning Sesame Street off we were able to go on a very nice walk to deposit the recyclables and pick up a box of clothing I'd noticed the night before. We also scored a very practical kid-sized step-stool for the boy and a knockoff nalgene. Most of the clothing was size very very fat, but there were a few very cute name brand little boy items, the most immediately useful being was an 18m. white button-down shirt that will complete a certain Christmas outfit perfectly. Hooray! I saved two of the humongous shirts to turn into diapers and/or wipes*, and the box has been topped off with a few items from my own closet and re-labeled "thrift store". I cannot imagine what wonderful kids' programs we missed out on, but somehow I'm not too disappointed.

*check! might update with a pic, but in case I don't they're cushy brown velour and newborn sized. Baby#2 is already spoiled.

Wanna have a sleepover?

You can even have your pick of beds! Here are the options. Hardware and mattresses are sold separately. Also provided: one metal frame to fit a single bed.

1) This lovely model fits a single mattress, and is only missing two of the finials!









2) Behind door number two we have your basic toddler bed, which fits a crib-sized mattress (and we happen to have a brand new one in the closet!). This bed would probably need to be sanded and painted, perhaps with one of the 3 cans of white paint we scored from the WIC lady who is PCS-ing in a few months.











3) Your third option is the prettiest. See the close-up of the detail? Missing finials and a bit of trim on the footboard. Would be perfect for the girlish cousins and aunts in the family! (of the younger variety...this one is crib- or single-sized as well)























For the babies, we have the "jail" options, as seen here, and for the adults, we do have the old standby pullout version, as seen here. Grandma says it's comfy, and it comes with a plethora of pillows. Or, if you really are picky and don't mind climbing over the queen-sized side rails to get to the double sized mattress, we have the sixth option, our bed (which needs rails and a mattress that fits). I was planning on providing a picture, but as it turns out there is always someone in the bed during the day, and terrible lighting (thank you tinfoil-ed, duct taped, and curtained windows) at night. So go watch King of Queens and keep your eyes peeled for a bed(room) scene. That's our bed. Minus the scene.

So, whaddya think? Is it time for me to stop slowing down every time I see a headboard by the dumpster? (the following poem has little to do with anything, but it did make me laugh and has the word bed in it, twice)

As Soon as Fred Gets Out of Bed by Jack Prelutsky

As soon as Fred gets out of bed,
his underwear goes on his head.
His mother laughs, "Don't put it there,
a head's no place for underwear!"
But near his ears, above his brains,
is where Fred's underwear remains.

At night when Fred goes back to bed,
he deftly plucks it off his head.
His mother switches off the light
and softly croons, "Good night! Good night!"
And then, for reasons no one knows,
Fred's underwear goes on his toes.