What Gets Him So Tied Up?

Here is the little culprit that got Harrison's hands all tangled. I found it sitting here on the end table next to Mr Surf's Up penguin. But there is no sign of the car that belongs to this mini remote control charger port. (As displayed securely in his hand when he lifts his self-imposed cuffs up for the picture moment.) No matter, the remote no longer works anyway. It's only purpose now days is to get tiny hands all tied up. Maybe the penguin was in on the plan the whole time...

We've been sick this week, again! What is it with me and severe colds this year!! Augh! We went to meet a new pediatrician yesterday. He was very nice and checked us both out - no charge. I switched Harrison's insurance as well, so the change is effective as of today. Yeah!

Wordless Wednesday - All Tied Up

Last week Harrison was playing with one of big-brother's toys while I finished a deadline for work. He calls out,
"Mommy! I need help!"

"Well, bring it to me." I respond.


Gah! He's all tied up! "Go ask daddy to help..."

"Okay"

"Wait! Let me take a picture."


And that, my friends, is what my child puts up with.

(no harm came to the wrists of this child...)

Best Shot Monday Swinging High!

Harrison loves to swing - high. And fast.
He runs hard, plays long and rarely runs out of energy.
In fact, he often says, "Mommy, I have my energy!"


He is a true adventurer and he stretches me to be one, too. I don't want to pass on my limitations to him. I try not to. I actually get excited about nature walks, visiting botanical gardens, taking hikes and finding bugs with him. When we went to the zoo on Thursday and he insisted on seeing the spider exhibit. (Surely I would have passed this up otherwise - my friend and her daughter sat it out.)

I remained excited and and enthusiastic for him. We took pictures of the big tarantulas and as we left the exhibit Harrison informed me that he wanted a pet spider to hold in his hand and get tickled by it's hair; and keep it cozy and warm. (Needless to say, that can happen when he's a teen and and can care for it himself.)

"How about a fish first?", I offered.

Tracey over at Mother May I asked what makes my heart skip a beat - why Harrison in all his pure little-boy goodness, of course! I had to add this picture from the zoo of just his cute little legs, busy playing, wearing "my" favorite light-up "blue big-boy shoes!" - as he puts it.

What are little boys made of?
Frogs and snails,
And puppy-dogs' tails;
That's what little boys are made of.

Head over to Tracey's to see more Best Shot Monday pictures!

Fav Phrase Friday - Tender Moments

Harrison has been insisting that daddy take him to bed and tuck him in each night for several months now.

A mom could begin to get a little sensitive over this; but as I tucked him in one night, I found out that I "read the stories wrong"! (Let alone assisting him with teeth brushing)

"Not like that Mommy!", he chimed over and over again as we got ready for bed.

Finally, I told him that Mommy and Daddy do things like reading differently, just like we sing different good-night songs. (Daddy sings a plethora of Beatles songs including Black Bird and Good Night from the White Album)

So with that being said, tonight the G.I.D. was working late and Harrison and I had a picnic dinner on the living room floor. As settle into eating out sandwiches, Harrison says:

"So. Mommy."

"Yes, Harrison?"

"I wanna tell you a secret."

"What's that?"

He whispers, "I love you, mommy."

"I love you, too."

"I. Love. You."

Then he points to his eye and says, "I"

Points to his heart, "Love."

Points to me, "You."

Daddy taught him that.

Wordless Wednesday - "Passover " Me, Please

Harrison had a Passover Program last week. This is how he made his way off stage and into my arms.


And this was his prize for such a grand performance!

Best Shot Monday - Lunch with Friends

I admit, I originally wanted to go to go to the monthly antique & flea market without a child in tow this Sunday and the G.I.D. gave his blessing; but as Sunday approached, I didn't want to miss church more and more. I chose church. I chose my WHOLE family. I'm so glad I did.

After church we invited friends over for lunch. It was nice being spontaneous, to not worrying that our house was not in pristine condition - because it wasn't. They are new friends in our lives, an answer to prayer and a blessing.
When we told Harrison that R. was coming over for lunch, he immediately told us that he wanted him "to come over and eat mac & cheese at my little table. Yeah! That will be great! I'm 'cited!" Then there was lots of joyful kicking and clapping of hands.

After lunch the boys played for a couple hours while we adults were able to sit & relax, drink iced tea and talk. Harrison pulled out his play dough box -unfortunately it took up most of the "little table", although they didn't mind.

Once again, my best shot isn't necessarily the best quality, but it's the captured moment that makes it my best shot for Monday. This laughter always fills my heart with sunshine.

What has him so happy in this picture?

Why Elvis, of course!

This is what happens when you have entertainers in the family, they just happen to have an Elvis wig & glasses handy for quick impressions by 3-year-olds. What a nice way to spend a Sunday afternoon! Thank you friends!!

Elvis needs a comb!

Head over to Mother May I for more sunshine today!

Favorite Phrase Friday

It seems that lately everything makes Harrison sick, or at least it's a good excuse to try out - daily. After all it seems like a "Great Idea".


It often goes like this:

Harrison, time to go sit on the potty chair.

Mommy, I can't sit on the potty chair. The potty chair makes me sick.

[o-kay]

Time to eat lunch, bud!

Mommy, lunch make me sick!

[right.]

It's time to go bye-bye, let's get shoes on so we can get in the car.

Mommy, car seat make me sick.

Hmm, I guess we can' t go to the park then...

Mommy!! I feel BETTER!! Yeah! That's a GREAT IDEA!!

[mm-hmm, that's what I thought.]

I think you get the idea.

Theme Thursday - Let's go Fly a Kite

We went to the kite festival a few weeks ago and it was a bust. No wind. The following week - wind, wind everywhere and not a kite in sight.


Even on non-windy days, it's still fun to fly a kite.

We tried and tried...
And tried again.Finally, we went on our way, kite in hand to try another day.

See what else is flying this Spring at the Land of K.A.!

Wordless Wednesday - My Knight in Shining Armour

He battles evil dragons and wizards, fights fierce lions, knocks giants down with one blow, rescues damsels in distress and saves his majestic kingdom from shear ruin. Not to mention defeating the mighty lord "Dar Bader" with his powerful vacuum cleaner tube-light saber.

And that's before nap.

Don't Get Between Me and My Crib

On Presidents Day we partially converted Harrison's Crib to a Toddler bed. He was quite excited with the prospect and once it was all finished he got in and tested it out. When a friend stopped by later in the week for the first time, he showed her his room and his "big boy" bed with shear delight.

A week later, when we got home from church, we went upstairs and put the rail back on the bed with the help of Harrison.

Why did we switch back, you ask? Well, 4 nights of going down at his regular time (8:00pm) and staying awake until 11:00pm or later was enough for us to get the hint. I intervened a couple of times, not because he was getting up and wondering around or coming down stairs. On the contrary, he stayed in bed for the most part; with the exception of getting out of bed, opening the drawer underneath it, pulling out of the items and throwing them in bed with him; or getting a magnet off his magnet board, a toy off the floor and bringing it to bed. He would then lay in there are sing songs for the next 2 to 3 hours. In the morning there were so many things in the bed that there was hardly enough room for him. Maybe that's why he was also waking up at 5 or 6 am.

It has been a couple months since we put the rail back up and everything is status quo. Maybe in a few more months we'll try it again. Harrison is obviously content with the cocoon type feeling that his crib gives him while he sleeps in it, yet he still has the freedom to climb in and out "on his own".

I'm not getting between the boy and his crib!

Here's Looking at You Kid - WW

The thing is, it's never wordless around here. Harrison is a talker. We constantly respond to him but sometimes he will just keep asking the same thing even after the answer. Maybe he likes to hear himself talk. So being the really sensitive, attentive parents that we are, we just tune out the unimportant for a while.

As was the case yesterday.

He was just TALKING something about a black road, needing a black road, "a road mommy, I need a black road. Mommy, a road, I need a road.Where's my road?Where's my black road?I need a black road. My track, mommy. Mommy I need my track, the orange track, the road, mommy.Daddy I need my road, have you seen my black road.Daddy do you want to play?Play Storm Troupers daddy! Can you open this?Please. Mommy, I need my rocketship, where's my green rocketship?I need help! Where's Dar Bader?I want to watch StarWhores. I need my show. Where's Big Brother?I want to play with Big Brother.I need my trash truck, where's my trash truck? What's this mommy? Mommy you want to play trash truck with me? Oh tankyou! Where's a black road, mommy? Daddy, you wanna play in Big Brother's room, I want to play in Big Brother's room. Daddy, have you seen a black road?I need a black road, mommy." ...And that was 5 minutes. We still don't know where he got the road idea.

Then.

He walks over to me and announces, "Mommy, I'm tired of talking."

Ya think?

Best Shot Monday - Park Days

We were at the park 3 days in a row with a new friend of Harrison's. (and mine!) It's aways nice to hit it off with new people that the husband, child and wife all click with. We're looking forward to good times ahead with new friends - and old.

Just a couple highlights [and high hair] from Saturday before a busy week ahead.




That's all today, but go check out more new experiences at Mother May I. Happy Monday, Tracey!

The Daddy Files - Who Do You Love?

Harrison has been insistent that The G.I.D. take him to bed every night for a couple months now. They have their own routine which includes talking about their day and other things. As they were talking one evening, the G.I.D. asked:

"Harrison, who do you love?"
"I love Mommy!"

"And who else?"
"Big Brother...

and...

Dukey-doggie!

and...

Mommy-grandpa & Daddy-grandpa!" [Harrison's names for grandma & grandpa]

Scrunching his brow, the G.I.D. asks

"Who else do you love?"
"Mommy!"

Now Harrison is snickering as he watches daddy's face get flustered.
Game on!

"Anyone else.....?"
"Dukey-doggie!"

HUMPF!

"AN-NY-one else you love...???"

Harrison looks intently at The G.I.D. with a gream in his eye and says:

"I Love Daddy!!"

WW - Hold On!

I have found that balloons are a great source of joy and frustration.

The joy of this beautiful thing that so grandly flies above his head; the frustration when it slips free to fly away or later discovered on the ground limp & lifeless.