Sam is not shy. He may pretend to be for about 2.2 seconds, but it is a charade that he can only play so long. It is then quickly replaced with his outgoing, exhibitionist style personality. Wait, did she just say exhibitionist style? Yes I did. Sam loves the inhibited feeling of being in the nude. It is not at all on common to find a pile of clothes and a few feet away a bare butted Sam.
I'm the mom of 3, soon to be 4 boys, I can live with this. What is really getting to me is the words he is adding and all thanks to one commercial. Perhaps you've seen it. A brown M&M at a party is approached by another who says he didn't know it was that kind of party and rips off his candy shell and begins dancing as the song "Sexy and I Know it" plays. You can about imagine my shock the first time my three year old starting shaking it and singing "I'm sexy and I know it! I'm sexy and I know it! I'm sexy and I know it!"
I have learned from parenting experience that A.) you have to choose your battles and B.) if you make something into a big deal, it only adds fuel to the desire for children to do it. Carefully considering both of these points, I decided to not make a big issue of this. Surely it will pass. It hasn't. I decided to try modifying the lyrics in hopes a word substitution would be a nice compromise while we wait out this phase. I tried cool, awesome, funny, silly, and many others. All were met with the same reaction. "No Mom! I'm SEXY and I know it!" Sigh, I guess I'll have to take solace in the fact that he has no clue what he's saying.
The other day Sam was stripping down in the kitchen and Michael asked him what he was doing. Sam looked at him and said, "Taking all my clothes off" as if it was the most natural and obvious thing in the world. (Which in our house, it kind of is :/ ) Michael took Sam by the hand and started him up the stairs to find some PJ's and Sam sang and shook the whole way up. I hide my smile but when Sam got to the top step, turned around and said, "Hey Mom! Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle!" I had a hard time hiding my amusement from him.
Monday, June 25, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
You Don't Have One?!?!
Last night the boys wanted to see the pics of their baby brother in the making so I popped in the picture CD that I was given by the ultrasound tech and we started looking at Wix #6 first photo session. Using my finger to show, I traced various parts of the baby and said things like, "This is his head, these are his eyes. See his ribs here? This white line is a bone in his arm." (I'm pretty sure the boys thought we were looking at a small alien figure, not their baby brother to be.)
When we got to this pic, they recognized it a lot more as baby and noticed on their own that baby had his hand to his mouth. "Look, he's sucking his thumb just like Ray!" commented Rob.
"I am a baby Mom, just like baby in your tummy," said Sam popping his thumb into his mouth.
"These picture all show the baby's head and tummy. Are there any of his legs?" asked Ray.
"Here's one Ray. This is a picture of the baby's bottom. Kind of like he's sitting on the camera. This is a leg and this is his bottom."
"I am boy 4," read Ray. "How do they know he's a boy?"
"Well, do you see this between his legs? It is his boy parts."
"That's his penis?!" yells Rob "Sick."
"Our baby has a penis, and I have a penis, and you have a penis, and we all have a penis," exclaims Sam.
"You do, all of you boys do, but Mommy does not," I explain.
Sam first looks horrified with his eyes bulging from his head as he, the boy who adores his penis and has his hand on it more often than not, tries to make sense of what I just said. "You DON'T have a penis?!"
"No, Mommy is a girl. Girls don't have a penis." I explain.
"Yea, Mommy has a pee pee," chimes in Rob. I decide now is not the time to expand vocabulary so I just agree.
As Sam's shock is replaced with sympathy, he looks at me with sad eyes, pats me on the shoulder and says, "That's okay Mommy."
I'm so glad it's okay and that the boys will continue letting me live in our home even if I am lacking between my legs.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
A Wet Bed???
Boys are harder to potty train than girls. Many boys do not night train till between the ages of 5 and 7. My boys sleep like rocks. I really like sleep and do not care for it being unnecessarily interrupted. Combining all of these facts, we have taken a very laid back approach to night training at our house. My boys will simply not wake up to use the bathroom in the middle of night, so I don't see any purpose in stressing myself of them about it. We use pull-ups and wait till they keep them dry the majority of the time and then know we are ready to move on.
Rob is more or less ready, has a strong desire, and it is summer so it seemed like an appropriate time for less sleep and more laundry. Off to be bed in his undies he went last night and I wasn't at all surprised to hear him at my bedside at 2 a.m. As we worked toward cleaning him up and getting him back to bed, our conversation went a little something like this...
"Mom, I need new pajamas."
"Okay honey, did you wet the bed?"
"No, somehow my bed is just wet. But I don't know how, because I didn't pee in it."
"It's okay, we'll go check it out and clean up the accident."
"I DIDN'T have an accident. I wouldn't pee in my bed."
"I know you wouldn't on purpose honey, but that's why it's called an accident, because it was an accident, not something you meant to do."
"My bed is just wet. It's not pee. See?, my blanket is dry."
"Okay, honey. Good night, I love you, see you in the morning."
"Night Mom." Quiet. "Moooom! My blanket smells potty!"
Rob is more or less ready, has a strong desire, and it is summer so it seemed like an appropriate time for less sleep and more laundry. Off to be bed in his undies he went last night and I wasn't at all surprised to hear him at my bedside at 2 a.m. As we worked toward cleaning him up and getting him back to bed, our conversation went a little something like this...
"Mom, I need new pajamas."
"Okay honey, did you wet the bed?"
"No, somehow my bed is just wet. But I don't know how, because I didn't pee in it."
"It's okay, we'll go check it out and clean up the accident."
"I DIDN'T have an accident. I wouldn't pee in my bed."
"I know you wouldn't on purpose honey, but that's why it's called an accident, because it was an accident, not something you meant to do."
"My bed is just wet. It's not pee. See?, my blanket is dry."
"Okay, honey. Good night, I love you, see you in the morning."
"Night Mom." Quiet. "Moooom! My blanket smells potty!"
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
One of the Cool Kids
Was it about someone that makes them the cool kid? You know what I'm talking about. That person who seems to ooze confidence, is comfortable whatever with whoever, everyone knows his/her name, and he/she doesn't even seem to care. I wouldn't know. I am not the cool kid. But somehow I think I might be raising of them, and frankly, it scares the begeebers out of me.
Last week the boys attended VBS at out church. Even Sam. They had a wonderful time and can't stop singing the songs of praise. Especially Sam.
He walked around the church all week with his head held high and a big smile on his face. He was loving every minute of it. My favorite story from the week came from the bathroom. His crew leader went in to check on him and there was Sam bare butt in the middle of the bathroom, sitting on the floor, humming away as happily was can be working hard to get his inside out undies on. His crew leader thought it'd be weird to help him switch those around, so he let it slide. He did try to help Sam get his shorts on but Sam insisted they be backwards. So there went Sam the rest of the day, with his inside out undies, backwards shorts, and air of confidence and happiness through the rest of the morning.
As we were leaving on Day 5, I was astonished by the number of children ages 3 to 15 who made a point to tell Sam good bye. As we loaded into the car and another car pulled over so the kids could hang out the window and tell Sam good bye, I heard one girl tell her dad, "Dad, that's Sam. The one I was telling you about. Isn't he just the cutest kid in the world? And he's so funny!"" That when it hit, I, a total dork, just may be raising a "cool kid" and I have no idea what I'm doing.
Last week the boys attended VBS at out church. Even Sam. They had a wonderful time and can't stop singing the songs of praise. Especially Sam.
He walked around the church all week with his head held high and a big smile on his face. He was loving every minute of it. My favorite story from the week came from the bathroom. His crew leader went in to check on him and there was Sam bare butt in the middle of the bathroom, sitting on the floor, humming away as happily was can be working hard to get his inside out undies on. His crew leader thought it'd be weird to help him switch those around, so he let it slide. He did try to help Sam get his shorts on but Sam insisted they be backwards. So there went Sam the rest of the day, with his inside out undies, backwards shorts, and air of confidence and happiness through the rest of the morning.
As we were leaving on Day 5, I was astonished by the number of children ages 3 to 15 who made a point to tell Sam good bye. As we loaded into the car and another car pulled over so the kids could hang out the window and tell Sam good bye, I heard one girl tell her dad, "Dad, that's Sam. The one I was telling you about. Isn't he just the cutest kid in the world? And he's so funny!"" That when it hit, I, a total dork, just may be raising a "cool kid" and I have no idea what I'm doing.
Friday, June 15, 2012
Wx #6 Revealed!
We started our evening with our menu of baby cuisine. Baby carrots, baby pickles, baby cocktail wieners, baby burgers, baby crackers, baby cheese slices, baby pepperoni, you get the idea. Following dinner, we took the pinata out to the swing set to bust it open!
The boys took turns swinging at the mysterious pinata and Ray took the final swing sending it to the ground. Upon shaking the pinata, candy, confetti and ribbons oh my. But what color where they??? That is THE reason you are reading this blog after all right?
Well, frankly, I'm having too much fun keeping you all in suspense! The texts and alerts have been coming in all day. (Not to mention and the cameras and computers have not exactly cooperated with me in getting this published.) Of course I could just tell you, but where the fun be in that? Especially since the whole reason I wanted to find out was to capture the boys' reactionsI'll show you instead.
Join our family by clicking the link below as we take aim at the pinata and discover as our family finds out if the answer to our question is pink or blue.
Wix # 6 Revealed!
Happy Baby Reveal Day from the Wx Family!
The boys took turns swinging at the mysterious pinata and Ray took the final swing sending it to the ground. Upon shaking the pinata, candy, confetti and ribbons oh my. But what color where they??? That is THE reason you are reading this blog after all right?
Well, frankly, I'm having too much fun keeping you all in suspense! The texts and alerts have been coming in all day. (Not to mention and the cameras and computers have not exactly cooperated with me in getting this published.) Of course I could just tell you, but where the fun be in that? Especially since the whole reason I wanted to find out was to capture the boys' reactionsI'll show you instead.
Join our family by clicking the link below as we take aim at the pinata and discover as our family finds out if the answer to our question is pink or blue.
Wix # 6 Revealed!
Happy Baby Reveal Day from the Wx Family!
Wx # 6! Boy or Girl?!?!?!
21 weeks today!!! Wow. It has gone quickly. I think each pregnancy gets faster and faster. (Or maybe time just seems to speed up as I get older and older...)
The gender question. It has been weighing on us for weeks now. To find out now or have a surprise later? Frankly, I hate surprises. And going that route with Sam was okay, but if the doctor had told me I had a healthy baby octopus after delivery, I think I would have been okay with that. Well, maybe not. But it didn't feel anti-climatic to me, but the bigger drawback in my opinion was not being able to see the reaction on the boys' faces when it was announced their new baby was here and it was a brother. Grandma got the job.
The boys are split. Ray wants a boy, Rob wants a girl ("who is nothing like Sam because he a naught little guy") and Sam wants a baby dinosaur he can name Rhino. Michael and I want a baby. I think it might be a boy. Or a girl. (I had thought maybe an octopus, but the ultrasound only revealed 4 limbs.)
Using my keen debate skills, I used this line of reasoning to get Michael on board. I laid out some reveal options to him and we settled on the current fad of cupcakes with surprise filling to help us see pink or blue. Then I logged on to the computer. Talk about a fad. It seemed like FB was full or reports of the same idea. So I got busy thinking. What else could one use to conceal a colorful surprise that upon opening would be fun for the family??
Box of balloons? Gift box with pink or blue gear? Nursery room with a streak of paint on the wall? These all seemed bad for the environment or lame. Then I got it! PINATA! Who doesn't love a pinata and some candy?!?!
Off to Rochester we headed to buy a pinata and candy at Party City. We had fun choosing just the right pinata and handfuls of pink and blue candy and confetti together was a family. We brought the pinata home and had even more fun personalizing it.
Yesterday, at my ultrasound, the first tech had a heck of a time getting baby to cooperate and I was getting anxious that we weren't going to get to open the pinata for months. After rolling to my side and bringing in a second tech, they were able to write our secret in an envelope and seal it up tight. Last night the pinata, candy and card were given to our secret under cover agents for pinata stuffing.
Today is the big day. The baby carrots and pickles are chilling. The mini cocktail weiners are ready for saucing. The mini-burgers are ready for patty-ing and we are ready for a baby party like none other!
When the pinata breaks, Rob's still hoping for pink, Ray's still wishing for blue, and Sam would like green. I'm just hoping for a great picture of their reactions.
The gender question. It has been weighing on us for weeks now. To find out now or have a surprise later? Frankly, I hate surprises. And going that route with Sam was okay, but if the doctor had told me I had a healthy baby octopus after delivery, I think I would have been okay with that. Well, maybe not. But it didn't feel anti-climatic to me, but the bigger drawback in my opinion was not being able to see the reaction on the boys' faces when it was announced their new baby was here and it was a brother. Grandma got the job.
The boys are split. Ray wants a boy, Rob wants a girl ("who is nothing like Sam because he a naught little guy") and Sam wants a baby dinosaur he can name Rhino. Michael and I want a baby. I think it might be a boy. Or a girl. (I had thought maybe an octopus, but the ultrasound only revealed 4 limbs.)
Using my keen debate skills, I used this line of reasoning to get Michael on board. I laid out some reveal options to him and we settled on the current fad of cupcakes with surprise filling to help us see pink or blue. Then I logged on to the computer. Talk about a fad. It seemed like FB was full or reports of the same idea. So I got busy thinking. What else could one use to conceal a colorful surprise that upon opening would be fun for the family??
Box of balloons? Gift box with pink or blue gear? Nursery room with a streak of paint on the wall? These all seemed bad for the environment or lame. Then I got it! PINATA! Who doesn't love a pinata and some candy?!?!
Yesterday, at my ultrasound, the first tech had a heck of a time getting baby to cooperate and I was getting anxious that we weren't going to get to open the pinata for months. After rolling to my side and bringing in a second tech, they were able to write our secret in an envelope and seal it up tight. Last night the pinata, candy and card were given to our secret under cover agents for pinata stuffing.
Today is the big day. The baby carrots and pickles are chilling. The mini cocktail weiners are ready for saucing. The mini-burgers are ready for patty-ing and we are ready for a baby party like none other!
When the pinata breaks, Rob's still hoping for pink, Ray's still wishing for blue, and Sam would like green. I'm just hoping for a great picture of their reactions.
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