This:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ngRq82c8Baw
Also watch this (Thanks Addie and Rob):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dMH0bHeiRNg
Followed by this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v1U8f7TmYkA&feature=PlayList&p=01D5B07B99B934A3&playnext=1&index=15
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Gettin' Down on the Farm
We went to visit Sam's parents this weekend. One of the highlights for Tjabe was going to Uncle Gary and Aunt Carol's farm, where he got to drive the tractor all by himself. Granted it was only going about 2 miles an hour on an open field, but he loved it. So much so, that we went again the next day during feeding time to repeat the adventure.
Heading out to the field with Grandpa
With Uncle Gary in the tractor
Tjabe's first driving lesson
Eyes on the road, buddy!
Driving by himself
How we doin' back there?
Tjabe driving while Uncle Gary pitched hay for the cows and sheep. Grandpa stood up by Tjabe to navigate, I'm assuming.
Tjabe and Uncle Gary on their way to see the lambs
When Tjabe walked into the barn and smelled the strong "barn" smell, he commented: "What that smell?" Then he visibly gagged.
Tjabe noticed that he was walking in poop. His response: "This is poop. Yuck! Distusting!"
Yup. I'm a hick.
And for you Maggie fans, here is a shot of her meeting Great Grandma M. this weekend.
Heading out to the field with Grandpa
With Uncle Gary in the tractor
Tjabe's first driving lessonEyes on the road, buddy!
Driving by himself
How we doin' back there?
Tjabe driving while Uncle Gary pitched hay for the cows and sheep. Grandpa stood up by Tjabe to navigate, I'm assuming.
Tjabe and Uncle Gary on their way to see the lambsWhen Tjabe walked into the barn and smelled the strong "barn" smell, he commented: "What that smell?" Then he visibly gagged.
Tjabe noticed that he was walking in poop. His response: "This is poop. Yuck! Distusting!"
Yup. I'm a hick.
And for you Maggie fans, here is a shot of her meeting Great Grandma M. this weekend.Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
What just happened?
Most parents can relate to this.
I was holding Maggie up on my shoulder, when suddenly she grunted, followed by a diaper explosion. This is not abnormal. What was unusual was the un-muffled sound of the explosion. When I looked down, everything had sprayed out the top of the diaper, all over the carpet, her clothes, and me. Then I laid her on the floor to get a towel and some cleaning stuff, and she screamed while I ran frantically through the house gathering wipes, a clean diaper, clean baby clothes, a towel, and carpet cleaner. I got back, got her cleaned up and changed, and took off everything I was wearing that was covered in poop. I picked her up to calm her down and she puked all over me. I put her back down to run and get some more rags and the screaming began again. Finally, I got her back up, burped her forever with clean burp rags (yes, "rags" is plural - this girl is a geyser), and she is now swaddled and sleeping, while the few clothes I still have on are covered in puke. In the meantime, Tjabe has been sitting right next to us at the computer, playing games on pbskids.org and chatting on Skype with Grandpa. I'm going to start some laundry and take a shower now.
I was holding Maggie up on my shoulder, when suddenly she grunted, followed by a diaper explosion. This is not abnormal. What was unusual was the un-muffled sound of the explosion. When I looked down, everything had sprayed out the top of the diaper, all over the carpet, her clothes, and me. Then I laid her on the floor to get a towel and some cleaning stuff, and she screamed while I ran frantically through the house gathering wipes, a clean diaper, clean baby clothes, a towel, and carpet cleaner. I got back, got her cleaned up and changed, and took off everything I was wearing that was covered in poop. I picked her up to calm her down and she puked all over me. I put her back down to run and get some more rags and the screaming began again. Finally, I got her back up, burped her forever with clean burp rags (yes, "rags" is plural - this girl is a geyser), and she is now swaddled and sleeping, while the few clothes I still have on are covered in puke. In the meantime, Tjabe has been sitting right next to us at the computer, playing games on pbskids.org and chatting on Skype with Grandpa. I'm going to start some laundry and take a shower now.
Hieroglyphics
Last week I went into Tjabe's room with him, and he announced to me that he was going to write his name. He went to his whiteboard and wrote this:
I was a little surprised, since I haven't worked on writing his letters with him yet. The first line is his first name, next line is his last name, and the third line is an attempt at his middle name (Arthur). He would occasionally turn around to look at the alphabet letters on his wall for guidance with some of the letters, but he did this all by himself!
Then he erased it and Sam had him try again with just his first name, all capital letters.
I was a little surprised, since I haven't worked on writing his letters with him yet. The first line is his first name, next line is his last name, and the third line is an attempt at his middle name (Arthur). He would occasionally turn around to look at the alphabet letters on his wall for guidance with some of the letters, but he did this all by himself!
Then he erased it and Sam had him try again with just his first name, all capital letters.
More Maggie
Her soft new shoes (thanks Cathy and Karl!)
She's smiling a lot, but this is the closest thing I could get on the cameraSaturday, January 3, 2009
Slightly Morbid
I made Tjabe a Thomas the Train cake for his birthday (see previous post). Ever since he saw it on his birthday he's been wanting to eat the eyes off Thomas. Granted there is slightly more frosting there but I'm not sure that's the reason. Anyway, a few days after his birthday we were having some leftover cake. We had started eating at the bottom and hadn't made our way up to the face yet, but Sam caved and said Tjabe could have an eye, after much pleading by the little man. Tjabe was so excited, he started jumping around the dining room with his fork in hand, chanting "Eyes! Eyes! Eyes!" the way a hockey fan calls for blood. It was a little disturbing.
*************************
This comes from us making him try different food at the dinner table.
Tjabe and I were driving somewhere in the car, and he would say a Christmas carol and then ask me to sing it. He only knows a few carols, limited to the ones in his sing-along Winnie-The-Pooh book, and after requesting a couple of his favorites, he asked for a song that I couldn't understand. I asked him again what it was called, and he repeated the same unintelligable name. "Tjabe, I don't know that one. Can you sing it for me?"
He insisted that I knew it. After me stating again that I didn't, he insisted, "Yes, Mom. Try it - you'll like it."
I still don't know what song he was talking about but at least he's open to other people trying new things.
*************************
This comes from us making him try different food at the dinner table.
Tjabe and I were driving somewhere in the car, and he would say a Christmas carol and then ask me to sing it. He only knows a few carols, limited to the ones in his sing-along Winnie-The-Pooh book, and after requesting a couple of his favorites, he asked for a song that I couldn't understand. I asked him again what it was called, and he repeated the same unintelligable name. "Tjabe, I don't know that one. Can you sing it for me?"
He insisted that I knew it. After me stating again that I didn't, he insisted, "Yes, Mom. Try it - you'll like it."
I still don't know what song he was talking about but at least he's open to other people trying new things.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)