A Father's Proud Moment

A couple weeks ago Drew asked dad if they could go and get all his hair cut off. Of course, dad checked w/ mom - I said fine, as long as he had some left. So they went in and had a #2 trim. I had to admit, it was pretty cute...much better than I thought. And how easy to take care of since all the sand would be easy to get out after playing at school. Then last night Drew wanted his hair cut again - it had gotten a bit longer so I said fine. Dad didn't have a #2 guard, so he went for a #1. He put Drew up on the counter and had him lean over the sink. I was in the kitchen not really paying too much attention until I glance over a see a big glob of hair falling into the sink. I think - I'm ok, it will grow back. Then Drew asks him to stop so he can take a look. Let's put it this way, kinda looked like Grandpa Santa. The top had very little, but the sides still had hair. It was hilarious. They continue until it's all done and Drew looks at dad - Thanks for buzzin' all my hair off dad, I like it when you give me hair cuts! Dad was beaming, you betcha bud, I like giving you hair cuts! So you can imagine this morning he says to dad, um, can you give me another hair cut? :) Not yet buddy!

Last night of bowling...

Last Saturday we were heading out to our last night of bowling for the season. Drew wasn't real hip on the idea of us going and having a babysitter, but his buddy Miles from school was going to come over too so that made it not quite as bad. He was fairly clingy and I said, it's our last night of bowling do you know what that means?! to which he replies - so it's our last night of babysitters too, mom?! No Drew, that's not what that means (with a chuckle), it means that it's almost camping season! Oh goodie, yay!!! um, do I get to go? Of course you do silly!

and that one, and that one, and that one...

The other morning we were heading out to school and work. Drew tells me he doesn't want to wear a coat. That's fine buddy, it's Spring! No mom, it's not spring until all the leaves come out. Oh really, I didn't know, I thought it already was spring dude. Nope, see that one and that one and that one...all the way to school. Which, thank god, is only a few blocks, but there must be 100 trees in between the two!

Why did you lock the camper mom?

Last night I finally went and got my haircut. Yes, it had been since November and the grays were out in force. Mike had to "work" in Flint with the higher ups, so I got a babysitter for Drew - his favorite teacher, Ms Erin. When I got home at 8, Ms Erin told me Drew would be tired because they went on two bike rides around the neighborhood. I knew at that moment, I was going to have my hands full. First, we had a melt down because Spongebob abruptly stopped working OnDemand. Then, we had to feed the fish, then, watch the fish eat - really feed the fish, with fish food, not the other way! :) Then we didn't want to take any clothes off. Then mom forgot snack out on the couch (on purpose). Then, the pillows weren't right. Then, too cold. Then thirsty. Then finally he remembered...mom, why did you lock the camper? I didn't Drew, I don't have a key. YES you did! No, I didn't. Yes! Well I'm sorry buddy, I didn't mean to. Then - the eyes start welling up...but mom, you did lock the camper and I couldn't go in. And the sobbing began. Drew, maybe Ms Erin just couldn't get the door open, I really don't have keys to it. YES YOU DID! WHY??? At this point, of course, I'm thinking, what can I say to stop this crazy conversation before it really gets out of control. I contimplate picking him up and walking outside to prove that I didn't. Luckily, I get a grip and realize that is a really dumb idea which will lead to - you wanna play hide and seek, mom? So I say Drew, I'm so sorry I locked the camper tonight, I'll make sure I unlock it so you can play hide and seek tomorrow. But mom, you shouldn't have locked it! I know, I'm sorry dude. Which finally seemed to be an ok answer to hear and the crying stopped. Then he decided, I assume because I was finally sorry, that he wanted to sleep next to me and snuggle. Five minutes later - sawing logs! whew!

Needless to say, the next morning (with a smile) I told Ms Erin she's never allowed to babysit during the week again! and told her about our conversation. We had a good laugh. Even Drew smirked about it. She promised me next time she would keep it to one bike ride!

I'm going to feed the fish, mom.

Seems simple based on the title, right? Not really! Really, it's a story about poop.

Drew has been going on the potty for quite some time now but never has really wanted to poop on the potty. He'll tell us he wants to poop in a diaper whenever the urge comes. Since we don't want a constipation issue, or any issue for that matter, we happily let him get a diaper and put it on so he can poop. I was surfing the net one day, trying to get some ideas that may help get us to the next level and get poop back to the potty and came across a post from a smart mom who said she told her son that if he didn't poop on the potty the fish in the sea wouldn't get fed. hmmm...let's see, Drew loves fish, fishing and esp. Nemo - this may just work! So that night when he says he wants a diaper so he can poop, I said, you know, if you keep pooping in a diaper the fish won't get their food. If you could have seen the look I got...priceless. Mike gives me a look to, to which I make my eyes as big as I can, YES DAD, you know, when we flush the poop it goes to the sea to feed the fish, RIGHT? oh, yeah buddy, mom is right. And so it started, talking about feeding the fish. Then last weekend, Drew gets up and runs to the bathroom. Mom, I'm going to feed the fish...and a few minutes later, MOM, MOM, come look, I fed the fish! Dad, come look, I fed the fish! Of course we made a VERY big deal about what a great job he did feeding the fish and how happy they would be. Then, a few hours later, again, he runs in the bathroom. And again we get summonsed to see that he fed the fish. But this time, after the VERY big deal again, he comes out of the bathroom and goes over to the 100 gallon fish tank and says, mom, are they eating it now? What? Oh, yep, buddy the fish are eating it now, and I'm pretty sure they are REALLY happy about it!

Road Trips

Yesterday we went out to Grass Lake to pick up the camper (yippee!!!) and visit the Alvarezes. First of all, Drew was non-stop chatter (as usual). So I decided to see if he's ready for the "who can be quiet the longest" game and IT WORKED!!! except daddy who was instigating a perfectly quiet 3 year old! Yep, that's right, I could have killed him, but I didn't - don't worry! So we play the game, Mike makes a sound, Drew says what was that sound and we'd start again. Must have played 20 times! Then we get to Rick & Mindy's and have to drive by the house (since we now have the camper attached) and I don't see Mindy's car in the driveway, which prompts me to say, hmm, I wonder where Mindy is? Mike says, what, her car is in the garage, didn't you see it? No, I didn't...I forgot they actually park in their garage! To which Drew replies - why do they put their car in the garage??? And I realize we've done Drew another disservice. I really don't think he knows that cars are supposed to go IN the garage not OUT on the driveway - esp. since we've had 85 inches of snow this winter!!!!

...taking a bath

Drew was taking a bath the other night and decided it was time to clean all 30 water toys that were in the tub. One by one, he used his wash cloth and rubbed them inside and out until all of them were clean. After which he would put the clean ones behind him and my job was to make sure they didn't get to the other side. He also showed me how to hold the shower hose between his knees so it wouldn't do move. But I was told I can't do that because I don't know how, only Drew can cuz he does know. Oh I forgot, the few that were too small to get inside didn't get cleaned inside because "that would be too difficult, mom". He then decided to take all the toys and put them in the sink because he wanted to practice floating. So we did, and he did. Then it was time to put his head all the way under water like swimming. He did such a good job of holding his breath, he decided to do it several more times. As you can imagine, 45 minutes have now gone by and I decide it's time to let the water go down the drain to "feed the fish". After all the rain is gone, Drew says it's time to clean the tub and shower walls. If you could only imagine the sight - on his arms and knees with his cute little bare bottom up in the air as he meticulously scrubs all the water crayon marks off the tub. And he didn't stop until they were all gone!