Mar 18
They are 5 and 2 now. They both had birthdays :)
Big T – Had a super awesome spiderman themed birthday party. He was so proud to turn 5. It was completely adorable. And fun. Except for the throwing up. And the kid with the migraine. Totally unforseen.
Little T’s birthday was more low-key. Except for the humongous birthday cake. And the snow storm that stranded most of our guests for the night. Totally unexpected.
But the kids are alright. Better than alright. 
Jan 3
Over the last six months we have been going through a major spiderman phase. All I hear is
“spiderman this…”
”spiderman that…”
“Did you know that Peter Benjamin Parker turns into spiderman?”
(Yes, Big T knows his middle name too)
I tell you, the boy is IN LOVE with spiderman. He wants to clinb walls and web-sling and catch bad guys just like spiderman. Me? I am just so-so when it comes to spidey. I mean, I like the guy ok…
Apparently, Big T is not alone when it comes to the being obsessed with the masked crusader. There is a play currently on broadway, and Spiderman 3, the movie is in production.
Seriously? Spiderman on Broadway??????????
See for yourself.
A little girl?
A LITTLE GIRL?????
I have to say, I have not been called a little girl since…since…I was a little girl.
Big T came up to me, and made me turn around to verify that I did not indeed have a cape, and thus I cannot fly. SO, no hero status for me.
You know what though, ALL moms are heroes. All the sacrifices, the hours spent worrying about them, trying to do what’s best for them. Making them eat their veggies. Sharing your last M&M with them. Protecting them from cutting their tongue to pieces by licking ketchup off a knife (this really almost happened).
I am a hero, gosh darnit.
*off to make me a cape*
Big T, he is one polite little boy. Even though we usually can’t hear or smell it, he insists on excusing himself everytime he passes gas. Every single time. Even if it is ten times in a row. It is funny. And also mortifying. Especially since he follows up with
”I am just FARTING so much”
Like I said, he is such an example of great manners.
This kid, I call him “self-esteem booster”
It doesn’t matter that I’ve known most of said songs since before he was born. Like way way way before he was born. Whatevs kid. I practically wrote the song. Pleeeease.
Ok, so I did not write that particular song. Or have I ever written any song…but no matter. I could have.
And so I sing.
And he screams at me.
And I keep singing.
What are children for if you can’t mess with them sometimes?
May 22
Big T still insists that Little T is not a boy. “He’s just a baby” Big T says. And then I have to counter with “maybe he’s a baby boy…”
We had Little T’s 15 month appointment on Thursday. He is healthy, happy, and just perfect. According to the physical development charts for boys age 0-36 months, he is in the 10th percentile for weight and in the 32nd percentile for height. As far as head circumference goes, he is in the 87th percentile. Not that I place too much stock in those charts.
Still… Little Baby, Big Head.
At the well-baby appointments, they have this checklist of “milestones”. I think it’s called the Ages and Stages questionnaire. One of the questions was:
“If you put a cheerio in a clear plastic bottle, does your baby turn it upside down to get the cheerio out?”
I remember trying something like this with Little T when he was about 11 months old. We were home and bored (I think it was one of those horribly cold days in January…) Anyway, to keep Little T busy, I put some cheerios in the bottom of a mason jar and let him go to town.
First he tried to put his right hand in the jar
Then he put his left hand in the jar
He eventually grabbed a cheerio, but his little fist made it impossible to withdraw his hand
Finally he knocked the jar over.
GENIUS!
I had so much fun watching that whole process. Today he would not even think twice before knocking the jar over to get the cheerios out.
Baby boys…in a few short months they develop into actual boys.
May 11
Big T’s new favorite phrase. At least he’s not saying “he!!”. Still, everytime he says it (in the loudest, most surprised tone he can muster) I cringe. To be perfectly honest, I don’t think he got this particular phrase from me, but I can’t be 100% sure. Afterall, I have said “what the heck is going on?” on occassion, and while I do try to not say things like that in front of the little sponge, I may have slipped.
I like to think he got it from Toy Story or some other disney movie. Yes, I’ll do that…blame Disney. Not that this makes me a better mom – I let my kids watch Disney movies with the word “heck” in it…
Little T is getting so BIG! One thing he does now is throw a little hissy fit whenever he does not get his way. He throws himself on the floor (carefully) and cries. What a diva! And we are now up to 6 full teeth. Although the lack of teeth has never hindered eating. Now he just bites more. Like he’ll randomly nip you on the shoulder or something. They’re almost like loving nips, but not really. I mean, he’s BITING! I always give him a stern look with a “NO THANK YOU, NO BITING” and he gets the message
It’s always something new with these kids!
I realized a couple of days ago that I no longer know the extent of Big T’s vocabulary. I no longer know the limits of his knowledge. Gone are the days when we knew exactly what he did and did not know. On some level I am sad about it. It is fully hitting me that Mr T and I and our small circle of family and friends are not the only influences in his life. He knows things. Things I did not teach him. Like how caterpillars turn into butterflies, and the fact that blue and red make purple, and he knows that chocolate cheerios are delicious. And he recognized a rice krispie treat, even though that was my first time of ever offering one to him.
My babies.
I have to remember – we…Mr T and I…are responsible for teaching our children the important stuff – faith, love, family, values, the birds and the bees…All of those things have to come from us. We cannot and must not limit their learning and interaction with the world. We certainly will not be able to teach them everything, but we have a responsibility to give them a solid foundation. One they can build a full life upon.
One day, and sooner that I expect, these children are going to know more about more things. They will be teaching me stuff. Even though today, I cannot fathom how that could even be possible, I KNOW THAT IT WILL HAPPEN. And I will rejoice when it happens. I must rejoice.