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>Touché, Voodoo Doll. Touché

>After Jack slept through 27 glorious nights in a row, we have had two nights of waking at least 3 times. Is it the three to four teeth he is getting? The fact that the book says nine month olds have consciously realized that crying gets people to appear in front of them? The fact that I lowered his crib mattress finally and now he is disoriented? The non stop fun of grandparents? Did I jinx myself by being so happy about sleep, or is it the voodoo doll?

I have a big backlog of posts in my head and pictures on my camera and videos that need to be uploaded so stay tuned for such potential topics as:
Redneck Roadtrip
Grandma Falls in the Pool and then has a panic attack at Eldorado Springs Canyon
And many more.

>La Sagrada de Will Vill

>Being a mind reader is an important skill to have as a mother. When you see a baby take off at lightning speed, it’s good to be able to anticipate where they might be headed. I presume that with teenagers a little mind reading might help out too.

With five year olds, being a mind reader can often be annoying. For example, when I hear, “I’m hungry.” I know that means, “Mommy, may I please have a snack? I think I’d like a banana and a glass of milk.” But since that isn’t what was said, I have to find unique and creative ways of saying, “Please rephrase that in the form of a polite question.” I am torn on that one because as a hostess, I think I should always be anticipating peoples’ hungers and thirsts. But as a mother, I require polite requests. And I know, “Mommy, what can I do?” means, “Mommy, I want to play wii, but I know you are going to say no, so I am just going pretend I can’t think of anything else to do until you come up with the idea yourself out of desperation.” Probably the best/worst one is, “My ears are popped.” Everyone knows that one, right? No? Well, at least two or two and half years ago we were either in a plane or driving into the mountains and Luke said, “Wah, wah, wah, my ears hurt!” And we said, “Your ears must be popped. Would you like a piece of gum, that might help.” And ever since, Luke has always said, “My ears are popped” when he wants gum. Once we bought gum at a gas station. The next ten times we pulled into a gas station he immediately said, “My ears are popped.” What is so hard about, “May I please have a piece of gum?”

Other times when he may ask a question in a round-about way, or casually make a reference to some offhand comment that someone made, I appreciate my mind reading skills because I can tell he has a concern, a fear, or needs some reassurance. But probably my favorite mind reading incident has to do with what I like to call La Sagrada de Will Vill.

There was a very brief, maybe two day phase between pirates and star wars obsessions and that obsession was with knights. As I savored the break from shivering me timbers, I shared our photo album from our pre-kid trip to Spain and showed Luke all the pictures, specifically the knights and castles in Toledo. But I guess the whole album made an impression. Because several months later, when we drove by the Williams Village dorms at CU, Luke said ,

“Hey, that’s that building!”

And I said, “No, that is Williams Village. The building you are thinking of is in Spain.”

And Luke said, “Haven’t you and Daddy walked on that bridge from one building to another?”

And I said, “You are thinking of La Sagrada Familia. And we did walk from one building to another, but that was in Spain. Different building.”

And he said, “Oh.”

You can see how he’d be confused, and how I would know exactly what he was talking about.


Photo from wikipedia.

>Comment Award Winner Part Dos

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I searched for a local bookstore for the contest winner and when I found one, I sent the name to Aunt Beth for approval and she said it’s the best bookstore in C-bus. I bought a gift certificate and sent the info to J.E.J. Happy shopping!

And on the subject of the 19th of July song, we came up with Jack’s first song today.

First, let’s revisit one of Luke’s songs:

Me llamo Lucas
Yo soy un Kookus
Mucho gusto! Very much!

Frijole Negro
Es Mi Perro
Mucho Gusto, not so much!

And now onto Jack’s:

Me llamo Juan Pablo
No Espanol yo hablo
Pero sonrio
Como Diablo

And yes, we had dinner at the Rio. Is it that obvious? These days, instead of drinking 3 margaritas and riding my bike into a parked car on the way home, I drink one margarita and compose bad spanglish songs about my children.

But! I still had my wits about me enough to realize that I had left the pacifier next to a tree by the creek hours before and I went back and I found it! I left it right here:

>Party Time

>I have a great Now and Then post but it will have to wait for tomorrow because the videos are taking forever to upload and I want to go to bed. So instead I am going to talk about a really fun party we attended on Friday.

The party was for a bunch of people who used to work together, (pre-layoffs and outsourcing) and that is great for me because I do my best networking with a beer in one hand and a baby on my hip. “Sure it’s a 24×7 job, but don’t you really need someone to work just until 3:00 pm? My customers love me, you know that!” And this wasn’t just any beer, this was Michelob from the kegerator on the porch. The kegerator next to the cotton candy machine.

Oh, and did I mention the zip line that went across the pool?

We stayed until about 9:00 (late!) and Jack fell asleep at his normal time like a good boy.

OK, I’ll be honest, this post is just to annoy my co-workers (one of whom is knitting a voodoo doll as I type) by flaunting my sleeping baby. Speaking my my co-workers, it’s time for another get together with Baby Katie, aka Pinchy, because I get a lot more hits when I feature Jack’s girlfriend. I mean because we have such a good time!

And I am sure I am jinxing the sleeping through the night thing that we have going on!

>Sent To His Room For Demanding Broccoli

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The boys are at Camp Grandparent this week, and loving it. Naps were taken, bikes ridden, puzzle completed, two playgrounds and a pool visited, and that was all on the first day. And perfect behavior can only lead to one thing: a dinner time meltdown. Dave grilled chicken for fajitas and I sauteed red and green peppers and onions, and also made pico de gallo. Yum. And a salad. Somehow Luke ended up at the head of the table and was getting served first. I had eaten most of my lunch today by 11 am, and I was hangry. Dave was explaining to Luke how we have a “no thank you bite policy” and he needed to take a bite of a vegetable before he could say no thank you, and please pick a vegetable, and Luke picked broccoli. Did we make any broccoli? No. Meanwhile I am just shoving food into Jack’s mouth as fast as possible so that on the off chance some food gets to me, I’ll have a brief interlude between squawks from my baby bird to inhale some morsels. Long story short, I sent Luke to his room for demanding to be served broccoli. Has any child in the history of these United States been sent to his or her room for demanding broccoli? Today, history was made.

After I had taken some bites, and needed to get up anyway for some reason, I made a quick detour to the room of the sobbing young man to try to calm him down. Usually in instances like these he makes up a story about hurt feelings or something, I console him and tell him he can come back to the table when he has calmed down. But I when I walked into his room he said, “I’ll come back when I GET BROCCOLI!” Okaaaay, at least I don’t have to feel like maybe it was unnecessary to send him to time out. So I said, “Well, if you want to influence what is served at the dinner table, you need to be more involved in the meal preparation. You know the rules, feel free to come back when you have calmed down. If we are still sitting at the table, you can join us.” Sobbing ensued. But he pulled it together and rejoined us at the table a little later.

Oh, and the other day I said, “Do you want some ranch dressing for your broccoli?” The fact that he turned it down isn’t surprising because he doesn’t really like ranch, but it was a little odd that he said, “No, just broccoli, straight up!”

Another point of view on broccoli.

Photo credit.

>Ask Me About My Fat Free Zucchini Bread

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The temperature in our house dropped below 80 today to a cool 78 and you know what that means! I can turn on the oven! The candy jar at work hasn’t been refilled in weeks and the vending machine is trying to force me to make healthier choices. I am boycotting the grocery story near our house, so my sweet tooth is ready to bite someone’s head off. So as soon as we got home from our Wednesday picnic dinner I started a whirlwind of baking. Or, I at least attempted to make two things. First I made granola, which turned out very well. While the granola was cooking, I whipped up some zucchini bread. The granola calls for 4 teaspoons of canola oil, but I was worried that I wouldn’t have enough for the zucchini bread, which called for half a cup. So I used olive oil. Then I figured I would have enough canola for the zucchini bread, and if not, I could substitute olive oil, but I prefer not to in that case.

Things got a little hairy while I was mixing the zucchini bread; Dave put Jack down on the floor, he got mad about it and threw himself down and yelled; I could see that the roof of his mouth was entirely white, and I freaked out. “Is he foaming at the mouth? Rabies? Is this a tragedy of biblical proportions? ChokingonhisownvomitOMGJimmyHendrix?” I even briefly thought, “Is the roof of your mouth white? Maybe he’s fine! Does anyone know what color the roof of your mouth is?!” But he just had about an 8.5 x 11 sheet of paper wadded up in there.

Later, when I was looking in the oven, I knew something was wrong. Did I over mix the eggs? Was it because I forgot to mix in the walnuts, and just sprinkled them on top? Did I use wheat bran instead of wheat germ?

Then I remembered. The oil. I looked at the measuring cup, which was not oily. I looked in the cabinet at the oil. Still looked like it had just about half a cup in it. So I guess I never added that precious, precious oil.

It’s actually quite delicious. Must be the moistest zucchini on the planet. I’ll have to report tomorrow on whether my fat free zucchini bread is still edible. And no, I am not some crazy health nut that eats zucchini bread instead of candy and cookies. I just don’t have any chocolate in the house.

>One More Post About Camping

>I never finished my camping post, but I didn’t need to because it was summed up so well here. But I did want to share one funny story. The first night of camping, Jack was on day 5 of sleeping all the way or mostly through the night. I was a little worried about setbacks, but our sleeping arrangements worked out perfectly to keep the stretch going. Luke slept upstairs and the rest of us slept downstairs, but Dave slept in between Jack and I, which prevented me from sleep feeding him. I am sure I would have assumed that Jack was hungry when he started crying at 3 am, when in fact he was just cold. Dave and Jack just snuggled up and we all went back to sleep. But why was he cold? Well, I guess at some point earlier in the night he was hot, so he took off his pajamas. He woke up dressed like this:

And this is how I found his pjs in the morning:

I have a Baby Houdini on my hands.

Everyone slept so well that Luke even had a sleep over on Saturday night:

Good morning everyone!