“He punched himself”

Boys were in the bathtub together. All of a sudden, Little T starts crying.
Me: “What happened?”
BigT: “LittleT punched himself”
LittleT: “BigT punched me”
Apparently, BigT used LittleT’s hand to punch LittleT in the face

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“First Daddy, now you?!”

That question/statement made me sooooooo sad :(.

Mr T had to go a a 3-day business trip. He came home for one day and I left for a conference for 6 days. Big T was NOT happy. He did not like being left out of all the traveling, and he really did not like the fact that we seemed to be leaving all the time.

I don’t know how other PhD moms do it, but conference time is stressful around here. Scientific conferences are good for my career. Essential, even  – the networking, the learning, the presenting… but leaving Mr T to hold down the fort solo for 6 days is kind of a BIG deal. Plus I miss the fam. I really, really miss them.

So what do I do while I am gone?

1) Skype

2)somehow can’t seem to stop buying them mementosof my trip

3)email

4)Skype some more (Did I mention, skype is awesome!)

And what do they do while I’m gone?

I have not a clue. But I really hope they just sort of keep up the routine as much as possible.

Mr T is a ROCKSTAR!

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The kids are alright

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. 🙂

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“Spiderman!”

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.

http://spidermanonbroadway.marvel.com/

“Daddy will have a grown-up superman cake”

Mr T’s Birthday is coming up. As you all know, I don’t do homemade cakes. Oh, you didn’t know? Well, I don’t. The store-bought stuff tastes just as good, looks better, and best of all I don’t have to bake it.  When the subject of Mr T’s birthday came up and Big T decided that he needed some sort of super-hero cake. I don’t think I’m going to go for it, but it was fun to plan anyway 🙂

I might get a delectable cake from one of the local area pastry shops. mmmmmmmmmmm. cake. I like cake 🙂 Mr T’s birthday is really just an excuse for me to get whatever kind of cake I like. Yay!

What a week! SO GLAD it’s friday. Time to party!! (And by party, I mean, crash on the couch. You know how we do…)

“I will make the buttmaker 3000”

I’m baaaaaaack!!!

Yes, it has been over 2 months since I last posted anything. And what a crazy couple of months it has been!

We moved. Moving is always crazy. Crazy busy, crazy expensive and just crazy crazy. And it was just a cross-town move. I really do not like moving. The kids have adjusted well to their new surroundings. In fact they love it so much that whenever Big T is mad at me, he threatens to send me back to the old house.

Both kids are in a new childcare situation. They like it so far.

Big T had a really scary episode of respiratory distress. Not fun times. He was excited to ride in the ambulance though. We are so thankful to God that he is fine now.

Little T is now walking. Running, even. And using words. Real words, not the nonsense gurgling. He even said “I love you” the other day. It sounded more like “I ei ouu” but I KNEW what he meant. Also he has more teeth. Molars.

Speaking of Molars, Mr T got his wisdom teeth extracted. All four of them 🙁

And me, I am the executive manager of the household. This means I pass out on the couch at 10 pm every night.

Like I said, we have been busy. But we are also blessed. Very blessed 🙂

You may wonder what the title of this post has to do with anything. I am not quite sure myself. I do know it’s something Big T said. It was funny at the time. It was hilarious. I promise. Oh, wait I remember…something about the buttmaker 3000 being able to transform your butt from one without a tail to one with a tail. Isn’t that something everyone wants?

You’re not a hero. You don’t have a cape and you don’t fly. You’re just a little girl.

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*

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Excuse me. Excuse me again. Excuse me a third…Excuse me a fifth!

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.

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