Kansas City Turkey will taste as good as Oklahoma Turkey, right?
About 2 months ago I decided there was no way we were going home for Thanksgiving. It is late this year with less than a month till Christmas and it just seemed like too much traveling for the boy (not to mention his mom and dad).
So here it is the Wednesday before the big day and I'm a little sad. I have been on the phone with Gama (my mom) and Bop (Lane's mom) at least 4 times today and each time I have hung up I've wanted to shed a tear or two. I've been baking and getting things ready for the big meal tomorrow with a sense of melancholy. We are getting ready a traditional night before Thanksgiving pizza and I can't help but think how much better it would taste with the other Nelson Pizza Lovers (aka, Grandpa Ebe).
It seemed like a great idea at the time, not to travel. I am determined that by tomorrow I will be happy and I'm positive we will have a wonderful time at the Knight's home celebrating Thanksgiving.
But tonight, I'm a little sad.
11.26.2008
11.23.2008
Father's Child
My child just kissed the plastic light saber that he got yesterday from his dad....
He is definitely his father's child.
He is definitely his father's child.
11.17.2008
11.08.2008
Just Like Mama!
Remember this....November 9, 2006.
Apparently, it is in the genes.
Here is Max with 6 stitches after falling and busting his chin open on the floor. He is not a happy camper.
Apparently, it is in the genes.
Here is Max with 6 stitches after falling and busting his chin open on the floor. He is not a happy camper.
11.05.2008
Progress?
So, the cutest thing just happened and I am neglecting my child for the next few minutes to share.
We have really been trying to head off temper tantrums before the terrible two's start. Whenever we are at home and Max starts to cry about something we tell him he has to go to his room if he wants to have a fit. This usually involves us walking him to his room and continually placing him back in his room as he continues to have a fit. When he is done throwing his tantrum we ask him if he is "all done" and then we usually give some love and hugs.
Well, this afternoon he started to cry and I looked at him and said "If you are going to have a fit you need to go to your room". He stopped crying, looked at me, and then he marched his little bottom to his room. As soon as he got there he started to scream and cry/whine for about 15 seconds. Then he stopped, came out of his room, looked at me and said "all done, hug".
That's progress, right?
We have really been trying to head off temper tantrums before the terrible two's start. Whenever we are at home and Max starts to cry about something we tell him he has to go to his room if he wants to have a fit. This usually involves us walking him to his room and continually placing him back in his room as he continues to have a fit. When he is done throwing his tantrum we ask him if he is "all done" and then we usually give some love and hugs.
Well, this afternoon he started to cry and I looked at him and said "If you are going to have a fit you need to go to your room". He stopped crying, looked at me, and then he marched his little bottom to his room. As soon as he got there he started to scream and cry/whine for about 15 seconds. Then he stopped, came out of his room, looked at me and said "all done, hug".
That's progress, right?
11.03.2008
A.M.A.D.S.T.
I will explain the title of this post soon, but first I must let you know that this particular blog is not going to be a cute Max story followed with an adorable picture to illustrate my point. This blog is going to be a full on rant and/or whine. So, if your primary purpose for visiting today was to see a cute picture of Max, scroll on down, there are some adorable pictures of him as a monkey. Don't read further. However, if you want to know what has the mama bear all annoyed this morning, feel free to continue reading....
Okay, now that we cleared that up. I am proposing the formation of the group AMADST: Association of Mothers Against Daylight Savings Time. Daylight Savings Time has to be one of the most annoying things ever thought up and I believe it is our responsibility to see it come to an end. I read up on Daylight Savings Time (thanks wikipedia!) and it seems there was a purpose at one time or another. However, as a mother of a toddler I have to say it is no longer needed. Max doesn't understand it and while everyone else (by everyone else, I mean those that are toddler-less) was enjoying that extra hour of sleep, Lane and I were waking up at 5:45am to the sounds of "bike, bike, Mommy, Dada, monster, cars, Star Wars".
Sounds cute, but trust me at 5:45am it wasn't cute at all. That was Sunday morning. It was the same this morning. If at this moment one of the presidential candidates came out against Daylight Savings Time they would secure my vote regardless of any other issue. It is THAT annoying!
Okay, now that we cleared that up. I am proposing the formation of the group AMADST: Association of Mothers Against Daylight Savings Time. Daylight Savings Time has to be one of the most annoying things ever thought up and I believe it is our responsibility to see it come to an end. I read up on Daylight Savings Time (thanks wikipedia!) and it seems there was a purpose at one time or another. However, as a mother of a toddler I have to say it is no longer needed. Max doesn't understand it and while everyone else (by everyone else, I mean those that are toddler-less) was enjoying that extra hour of sleep, Lane and I were waking up at 5:45am to the sounds of "bike, bike, Mommy, Dada, monster, cars, Star Wars".
Sounds cute, but trust me at 5:45am it wasn't cute at all. That was Sunday morning. It was the same this morning. If at this moment one of the presidential candidates came out against Daylight Savings Time they would secure my vote regardless of any other issue. It is THAT annoying!
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