The day dawned early and we set out on our adventure to Antwerp! Of course every day with the monkey dawns early...and if you want to go on a successful adventure with him, we head out first thing in the morning!
Thursday, April 30, 2015
"Mommy. Are Aunt Gretchen and Uncle Matt coming today?" Not today. "Are they coming tomorrow?" These were the two questions that I was given the opportunity to answer almost daily up until the day that I was able to respond with "YES! Today is the day!"
It was a day the monkey had been looking forward to - he loves visitors - and since we had been talking about Aunt Gretchen and Uncle Matt's visit for 3 months - he was super excited when the day dawned that they were going to be arriving! Rusty went up to the airport to get them - and let us know what train they were all coming on so we could be at the train station to get them!
Someone wanted to go up early to run around and have a snack at the train station...but apparently we went up a little too early because he then had to lay down and take a nap, since he was so tired!
Because I'm so on top of picture taking these days (said sarcastically) I didn't get many pictures while they were with us...don't worry I did capture some fun ones when I realized "Hey! I don't have any pictures of the monkey and Gretchen!!" but yeah, it wasn't my normal take pictures continually...but we had a great time - even if it wasn't documented in pictures!
|Waiting patiently for the train|
|"I'm taking a nap!"|
|The monkey having a rough day...|
Easter this year was a lot of fun because someone was really into it! Sure we didn't do the whole "dye eggs" fun, or go to the Easter Egg hunt - but that didn't mean we attempted to do egg hunts around the house with "safe" eggs (wood and wax ones)
He had a lot of fun decorating for Easter too - he begged to decorate for Easter for weeks, but I ended up waiting till the week before Easter - I just didn't do it with company over because we stayed busy doing other stuff...so when I brought the decorations out he was ecstatic - I didn't realize I was denying him some Easter joy by not decorating sooner!
He found one decoration that became his favorite - that's right the chick that cheeps when it sits in your palm. I totally forgot I had one...needless to say he was a little excited Easter morning, when he woke up and discovered the Easter Bunny had brought him his own so he didn't have to share with mommy anymore!
The Easter Bunny must've known how much he wanted his own because Easter morning also happened to be the last day that mommy's cheeping chick's battery died...so we had to have a new cheeping chick!
But that's getting a little ahead because the first thing he saw Easter morning when he walked out into the kitchen was a car ramp - which he immediately had to show us how it worked! (Can you tell we were sick?)
We eventually got him to look and see what the Easter Bunny had left in his basket - but really, with a car ramp, do you really need anything else? Sure you do, you need
And maybe some more train parts - you know so you can make a huge track with loops, turns, junctions, and crossings!
and he continued!
This kid has got his manners down! He might not know what day it is,
but at least he knows to say "please" and "thank you"...and he's finally mastered saying them in French too!
But Easter, just like every day, came to an end...it was a fun celebration of the Easter Bunny and the monkey learning more about how much Jesus loves us, but honestly, for him right now it was mostly about the Easter Bunny, and spending time together.
Wednesday, April 29, 2015
"No please don't eat me, I don't feel good...it's okay, it won't hurt."
And then he ate it...
Or one morning when he woke up suddenly at 5:20 am - which really isn't always unusual - he'll wake up usually once a night either to go potty or because he needs his covers pulled up...but on this particular morning he woke up suddenly and said loudly:
"Mommy, I have a booger...please come get my booger."
And when I didn't respond because he had just woken me up from a deep sleep and I was sure I misheard him or he was dreaming (because seriously who wakes up to pick a booger?!) he yelled:
"MOMMY! I have a HUGE booger!! Please come get my HUGE booger!"
Seriously people, he was awake enough to realize that if I didn't respond to a normal booger I'd have to respond to a HUGE one!
Of course then he also says things that I understand and can agree with - for the most part...
"Mommy, I love this place! I love Belgium. Belgium makes me happy."
It's all part of living overseas and raising a young kid overseas - they know the country as their home - that's right folks, apparently I'm raising a Belgian citizen at heart!
And then he'll say some of the "sweetest" things in the world...or at least what appears to be the sweetest thing in the world
"Mommy, will you hold my hand? I don't want you to fall. The wood floor is okay, but the tile floor is made of grout, and I don't want you to trip and fall on the grout."
But if you understood the meaning behind the words - and your hand was the one being held - you'd understand that the true meaning of his statement was along the lines of: "Will you hold my hand because I don't want you to get away from me and not do what I want you to do." My little manipulative threenager!
There are times when he takes me by surprise and I just can't help but laugh...like when I asked him what we (as a family) needed from the grocery store and he responded with
"I am all out of peppers and carrots...and I need apple juice."
Thankfully he was correct on all three items!
Sometimes people wonder how he's doing with the knowledge of becoming a big brother...all I know is he likes to talk about singing "Rock-a-bye-baby" to the baby and dropping the baby when the part comes up of the cradle falling...he likes the idea of poking, jumping on, and kicking the baby - and attempts to do it often (which means I get poked, jumped on, and kicked in the stomach both internally and externally as the sibling wars seem to have begun)...And for some reason he thinks he's getting/needing a big brother himself every once in awhile...didn't realize this fully until yesterday when he seriously stated
"Mommy. I have to take Elmo to the market. He's my big brother today."
I think he will be slowly learning that a baby - having a sibling - is not a temporary thing but a permanent thing...when that really dawns on him - I guess we'll then see how he's taking the news of becoming a big brother!
But overall he's taken to mommy not feeling good (all the time) pretty well, and he's becoming better at reminding me of things that I forget (which is everything)...for instance the oatmeal debacle - which unfortunately we have weekly, because I always forget to make him oatmeal! (I cook the gf steel cut oats overnight so they're ready when he wakes up.) Yesterday I forgot to make them - so this was the conversation throughout the day...Monkey, 1st thing in the morning: "I want oatmeal for breakfast!"
Me: "oh crud! I forgot to make it last night, I'm so sorry!"
Monkey: "Mommy. Do you think you can remember to make me oatmeal tonight?"
Me: "Remind me before you go to bed tonight." (And I put the oats on the counter to help remind me)
Me: "Thanks for the reminder, but it's not bedtime, it's only nap time."
Monkey, after dinner: "Mommy please make me oatmeal tonight."
Me: "Oh! Thanks for the reminder." (Sets the pot on the stove top next to the oats)
Monkey, as I'm leaving his room: "Don't forget the oatmeal mommy!"
Me: "I won't buddy!"
And guess what I still almost forgot to make it!! But I did get it made and this morning as soon as he walked into the kitchen he looked on the stove top and said "Mommy! Did you remember to make me oatmeal?" When I responded with the affirmative - his face lit up and he said "Good job mommy!!"
I know it looks innocent...but you see, it's not! It is able to strike fear in my little monkey like nothing else. You might think I'm joking, but this little "innocent looking" balloon was once a big balloon (just a little smaller than the globe seen above) - you know before it deflated to that puny size. The big balloon was a fun balloon to play with - we'd bounce and throw it all over the house, we'd bop each other on the head with it - it was so fun! But when it deflated to the puny balloon it suddenly caused my monkey to wake up in the middle of the night crying about how little it was! Now I know you think I'm joking, but honestly there was nothing funny about my little monkey waking up crying incoherently...well it wasn't funny until I figured out that he was crying about how his orange balloon had deflated! And then it was hard to not laugh...but being the good mom I am - I remained serious and calmed him down and got him to understand that we couldn't blow his balloon up again - just like we can't get flowers to bloom again...but we can blow up a new balloon to play with... But yes, he had a nightmare about this balloon - crazy!