Brennan-isms

Momma: "B, when did you get so big?"

B: (Shrugs) "Friday morning." (Walks away)

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Momma: "I love you, B!"

B: "I love you back." 

Momma: (Heart melts and she forgets all about the 36 hours it took to bring him into the world!)

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Momma: "B, hold my hand so we can cross the street."

B: (Quickly shoves hands in pockets) "I can't, my hands are full." (Shrugs)

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Momma: "B, check out this (free) toy I got you at work today. Do you like it?"

B: "It makes me 'ha-hee' (happy)."

Momma: (Heart melts and she forgets about the major tantrum he threw in Wal-Mart last week!)

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Momma: (Bends down for 2 seconds to pick something up off the floor)

B: (Quickly jumps on Momma's back) "Horsey ride. Horsey ride. Give me a horsey ride!"

Momma: (sighs....then gives in!)

B: "Wee-haa"

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Momma: "Pops had to get a shot today, ask him if he cried."

B: (shrugs) "He din't cry, he big boy." 

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B: "Momma, I want pez."

Momma: "If you're a good boy while Momma finishes her shopping then I'll get you a pez."

B: (semi-loud and a tad annoyed) "I'm a big boy!"

Momma: "Good boy, not big boy"

"Not Me!" Monday

Be sure to check out MckMama's blog for more updates from moms who aren't afraid to be brutally honest. Here is my free therapy for the week:

I did not neglect to post my "Not Me's" last week out of sheer laziness. And even if I did, I am definitely not going to combine a couple weeks worth of happenings into this post.

My nearly three-year old son did not try to "eat my tummy" (breastfeed) after my niece told him that is what her baby brother was doing to her mommy. I was not a little mortified by the fact my grandparents, mother, sister, and brother-in-law were all in the room at the time.

I did not find myself negotiating with my son in the middle of Wal-Mart just to get him to try on a pair of shoes. I would never give into such disobedience by trying to bribe my child, he will listen or be spanked -- the way I swore these type of instances would be handled before I actually became a mother (you know, when I knew everything!).

I did not eat raw break-and-bake cookie dough straight from the fridge one evening when I wasn't even baking the cookies. I did not do it the follow evening either...

I was not asked for the fifth time if I am pregnant by the same person. Ya think any hints are being dropped?! Speaking of, my son did not announce to his father and I that he wants "a 'Wosie' yike Caillou" (or A Rosie like Caillou -- meaning a baby sister) this past Saturday. I am not now wondering how to lose the baby weight from my nearly three-year old "baby" before trying to conceive a "Wosie"!

Anything you care to admit???

Family Fun Night

I didn't have a camera (story of my life!), but here's a cell phone shot of B and his Daddy enjoying our family fun night at a local go-kart/jumpy place. 

It's a really fun place filled with inflatable contraptions, arcade games, a go-kart track, etc. Let's just say it's the perfect place to take a hyperactive toddler who is starting to get cabin fever in mid-winter. He had a ton of fun bouncing around and riding shotgun in the go-karts. Here's hoping for a good night's sleep!

Wordless Wednesday #2

Tub Art

Being the super-cool mom that I am, I decided to pick up some bathtub crayons for B as a little stocking stuffer for Christmas. I'm not going to lie to you, I had a little internal conflict in the aisle of Wal-Mart as to whether or not I should get them. I knew B would LOVE coloring with them in the tub. He enjoys craft time and bath time, so I knew combining the two would spell hours of fun. On the other hand, the mommy/wife/keeper of the house hand, I knew bathtub crayons would spell hours of cleaning for me. And who wants to spend the tiny bit of free time they have scrubbing colorful creations off of the bathtub?! Apparently me, because I bought the things!

Anyway, back to the blog. As I knew they would be, the bathtub crayons have been a hit. And not just with Little B, but with his Daddy, Uncle B, Becca, and even me. Yes, even I have contributed to the growing art collection on the bathtub walls! Aside from having a tub that is starting to look like the side of an inner city building littered with graffiti, it's actually been a fun way to write little notes to each other.

Here is a picture of Lil B's tub art from this evening:

 

Oh, the concentration!

Any guesses?! It's "Nemo". Not too bad for my little south paw, huh?!

An Update from B

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Brennan wanted to type on the laptop tonight, so I thought I would let him update the blog. He's had a very rough day today. Lots of fussing, tantrums, and bumps & bruises. Apparently it's tough being a two/almost three year old. When he isn't throwing a random tantrum, he's playing happily until he manages to topple over and injure himself. Maybe he's just going through a grow spurt and it's causing his sudden clumsiness. I'm not sure. All I know is that if he gets any more bruises I may be getting a call from "the people"!

Wordless Wednesday

Boy vs. Claw

What kind of terrible mother lets her son get more than halfway into a claw toy vending machine before she even notices?! Ahem, that would be me! Last night, my son (being the typical curious little monkey that he is) crawled into a claw machine at BWB (Buffalo Wings and Beer). That's right, where all good mother's take their toddlers to eat! Stick with me here. Before we left, Uncle B was trying one last time to win Little B a toy from the claw machine. While Big B, Becca, and I were all gathered around the machine trying to legitimately win a prize, my naughty little spirited child thought he would take matters into his own hands and try climbing into the machine to pick a prize. Thank God Becca noticed that Little B was almost to the point of no return and Big B was able to quickly yank him out. Oh my Josh-ness! What am I going to do with that kid?!

Sadly, I wasn't able to get a picture of his little legs sticking out of the machine to post on the blog, what with worrying about him getting stuck and all :o) Here is a video of some other kid getting stuck in a claw machine!

Christmas fun with cousins!

Sadly, the Law family will not be joining us this year on Christmas. I suppose it is only fair that we share them with their other extended family, but they will surely be missed around Pops and Nana's Christmas tree. So for a little pre-Christmas fun, Brennan made the long trek to Ballston (Arlington, VA) with me today so he could visit with his cousins and have a mini gift exchange. Don't tell Pops though. He does not believe in opening presents before Christmas :o)

I was at work, but I heard that the cousins had a fun visit and Brennan was on his best behavior. I don't have any fun pictures, but B's Aunt LiLi was sure to capture a couple. They can be seen here.

You'll notice that Brennan has a nice boo-boo on his chin. He had took a little spill at my Aunt and Uncle's open house on Sunday and split his chin open. I had only told him four times not to run on the hardwood floors in his socks. Perhaps if I had told him a fifth time he would have listened! Fortunately, the emergency room was nearly empty when we arrived, so they took us right back and patched him up. Kids - never a dull moment! 

Hammett Boy

Since his birth, I've gotten tons of comments on how much little B resembles my father (Pops), my brothers, and myself. As he has grown, he has started to resemble his daddy a little more (usually when he's being naughty!). However, on this particular day, Nana caught him acting like a Hammett. You see, most members of the Hammett family have some sort of musical talent -- this skipped over me and a few others, but I won't name names!!

Look at the concentration on his angelic little face! We Pops will definitely have to work on B's form, but I think he shows real promise. You know, for a two(almost three) year old! Pops, do you have any experience dealing with left-handed, hyperactive, easily distracted children?!