Bath Time Chef

What's that you say? You have a chef in your bathtub? Yup, we do.

Lately G-man whips us up some very creative "meals" while lathering up in the tub. His specialty is "a wittuhl bit of onions, some pah-me-san, some spink-uhls and salt" (aka: a little bit of onions, some parmesan, some sprinkles and salt). All whisked together gracefully with his pretend spoon in his famous gallon sized OU bath cup.

It is quite a tasty treat for the bather...is that a word? Bather? You know, the parent who is getting drenched, I mean administering the bath?

I must say that seeing and hearing and watching Garrett come up with pretend scenarios is so much fun. I am loving watching his creativity. Tonight Kenny and I just laughed and laughed and laughed. And took some pictures. I know, I know. He is probably too old for bath time pics. I will learn to restrain myself soon. Until then, take a peek at the chef himself:

No Room at the Inn

Last night we took a leisurely little jaunt down to the local frozen custard place. It has become a favorite of the boys, especially if Mama has had a long, tiring day. But, every now and again I will go along for company. Not for ice cream. Yep. You read that right. I don't like ice cream.

Anywho, last night we all went down to Double Dip which has an oh-so-fabulous small town charm to it. After ordering and getting our treats, we sat on the park benches to just "be". It really is a great place to just sit and eat, usually in silence, and enjoy watching all of the other families and kiddos soaking in summer nights.

Because I was not partaking in the frozen custard happiness, I had a bit more time to talk OR speak on behalf of the rambling thoughts in my head. So, I asked Garrett, "Hey Buddy, what do you think about having a little brother or sister?" To which he answered, "NO!" And I said, "Why not, buddy?" To which he said, "Mama, the-uh is not woom in ow-uh house for a baby. Only woom for Mommy, Daddy and Gawett."

Apparently there is no room in our inn. Or at least in the measuring standards of his royal highness.

Knots...

I woke up this morning with no premonition as to what stage "we" would venture into this morning. Again, my heart - longing for the baby in my boy - received some chiseling. I am not sure WHY this act thrust my heart into my throat longing for the baby-ness of Garrett, but it did.

We met up with some friends for breakfast at McDonald's and some play time on the indoor playground, play scape thingy. Whatever it's called. You know, the slimy, germ invested place.


As Garrett tried to run over to his friend and proceed to climb up one step, he tripped and fell and hit his noggin on the plastic step. Normally he would pick himself and keep on running, but this time he cried and cried REAL crocodile tears. After several minutes of some Momma lovin' he was back playing.


A few minutes after that he ran over to tell me something....and look what had poked out to stare at me:

It's kind of hard to tell from this picture that the red spot in between his eyes is actually quite 3-D. It hasn't bothered him since. But let me just tell you. It has bothered me into quite a panic. I immediately began asking all the mommas what to do. Apparently, he'll live. Apparently, I have a boy on my hands. A big boy who gets knots on his head as he rumbles and tumbles.

Hence the heartache. He's really growing up. He's really not going to freeze and stay this way forever. And, to quote the little man himself, "Bumm-uh" (aka: bummer).

Pop, Plano and the Paper - What a Deal!

Oh, what a morning! Garrett had the best time visiting Pop at his new house this morning .... only 10 minutes from ours! We are thrilled that he and GG (who is out of town - we missed you GG) will live so close to us after almost 3 years of being so far away.

Okay. Well, we qualify 45 minutes from us being far away. I know, ridiculous to those of you who live states away from your families. Anywho. We are so excited to be able to have our weekly get together at either home - used to be that GG and Pop would drive all the way over to see us - so generous. Now we can return the favor!

Garrett enjoyed playing with his toys, finding the swing set in the backyard and reading the paper with Pop. Good thing I had my trusty camera in tow - such a sweet sight to remember!

Heartbroken

As "we" approach the big 3, I am becoming more and more heartbroken. I do this every year about one to two months prior to Garrett's birthday. I get all sappy. I start looking back through all of his baby pictures. I reminisce over all of the milestones he's met. I then become more and more aware that he is growing up.

Don't get me wrong. I am so very proud of Garrett - who is he, what he has accomplished and the fact that he is healthy and developing normally. BUT. I get sad just thinking that these years are slipping by faster and faster. I mean, wasn't he just in size 2 diapers? And wasn't he just still needing a burping after each feeding?

Now it's size 6 diapers and doing good to even get him to sit still for a meal.

My little baby has suddenly turned into a little boy. Gulp. Wipe the tears.

And today my sense of awareness about his turning three soon was heightened to a new level. I am really bitten by the reality of his growing up today because Garrett got a new haircut. Like Daddy's. Short. And it oozes little boyness.

I have made the executive decision that we are going to immediately start to grow out his precious locks. You may not be able to tell very well from this picture, but Garrett got a VERY short crew/buz cut. I am really not sure what the proper, technical, hair savvy verbage would be, so bear with me. All I know is that it is short and made a few tears slip down my cheeks.

And that smile? What, he almost turns three and he whips out the cheesy grin?

Apparently I have so much to learn. And to let go of. So that when the day comes for him to go off to college or get married, I won't totally lose it and have to be checked into a loony bin. Or something. You know what I mean.

Just About the Longest Post. Ever. Enter with Caution, Folks.

So, I'm realizing that if I stay away from posting on this said blog for more than a week, I can get so overwhelmed and can't decide which ever-so-fascinating family experience I should post about in an effort to catch up. You know. Because we're so exciting over here at the Wade house. Hence, this list:

1. The Boy and His Socks: Garrett is, might I say, obsessed with funky, different and unique socks. You want to totally flip his lid, get him a pair of crazy socks and he'll either a) play with them like puppets or b)wear them. Yuppers. He typically wears them around the house. No issue. But one day last week, he was insistent that he should wear them while we ran our errands. Again, I didn't bother to fight him on it. I'm actually growing quite fond of his quirky-ness.

2.One day last week Garrett and I had a really fun morning with two momma buddies of mine and their kiddos. We all piled into one momma's van (to which upon getting in Garrett stated "We need to buy one of these cars, Momma") and rode down to The Science Place.


Now, I for one, have not been to The Science Place since I went as a 1st grade teacher. Who was stressed to the max. Worried her 24 precious students might get lost or abducted or might break something. Or wait, I really can't remember. Maybe the last time I went was as a special ed teacher. Either way, stressed to the max. So, really, I don't have fond memories of this place.


BUT. This trip was so fun! They have set up the whole bottom floor with exhibits for younger kiddos. Like a farm where you can milk a cow, baskets to pick out fruits, veggies and eggs, tractors to ride and so on. And, there was a really cool water room set up with huge water tables and water toys.


Let me just stop right here and give some unwarranted advice: take a change of clothes if your child is highly motivated by playing in the water. Garrett walked around wet the rest of the day although it didn't seem to bother him.


Anyway, lot's of other fun exhibits and lot's of great company! Thanks Angela & Emma and Heather & Sammy for sharing your day with us. We can't wait to do it again!

Oh, and PS: it was free for 2 and under and only $4 per person - I thought that was a steal compared to some of the other indoor play places around here!

Milking the Cow

Picking the Veggies with Emma

Stealing From, I mean Picking, Veggies with Sammy

Gathering Eggs

Riding the Tractor

Water Fun

Dumpin' It All Out

Playing House

Bubble Making

3. From our little day of chatting together, the above named girls and I decided that is was unanimous. Betty, who I wrote so fondly about here, and a few other employees at our shared pediatrician's office, MUST GO! So, see. I am not crazy. The lady doesn't have it out for me. Thank goodness. Because I was really losing some sleep over it. Okay. Not really.

4. Daddy and Son Swimming: I don't' know why, but every time I see Garrett and Kenny swim and play together, my heart just melts. Or maybe I am so elated that I get to sit on the sidelines, read a book and tan. No, it must seeing these two frolic in the water. Wow. I think that word "frolic" really makes me seem old.

5. Last night we all went to "Taw-get Stuh" as a family after dinner. Needed to visit the friendly pharmacy. While we were there we picked up a few other essential groceries to get us through the week. You know, the ones that weren't on the list but somehow you ended up needing half-way through the week. So, as the buggy grew and got heavy, Garrett got behind me to help push. And as if to prevent a tornado or some other deadly disaster from happening again like this one, Kenny ran over to us and emphatically told Garrett that he would indeed push the buggy and Mommy and Garrett could walk along. No need to push on Mommy. Kenny really isn't into public humiliation. It was quite comical to see him react so quickly.

6. And finally, in the latest breaking, news from Casa de Wade, today G-man and I (along with best buddies kiddo) went to a fun little spot called Clubhouse for Kids. After getting lost (yes, it's what I'm known for) and arriving in time to play for only an hour or so, we unloaded and went in. It's the neatest little place sectioned off with different rooms for imaginary play. Garrett had the most fun pretending to grocery shop (shocker, I know), fishing from the boat and flying the airplane. I must say that I was a little bummed out because I expected the place to be quiet and not too full. But, lo and behold, there about a bizillion playgroups there. All of the kids weren't a problem but I suddenly became so sad watching all of the other mommies chat it up. I really should have invited another mommy to join us. Lesson learned.

Grocery Shopping

Fishing

Pilot Garrett in the Cockpit

7. Oh wait a minute! My most favorite piece of news this summer! I am madly in love with a TV show. And it takes a lot for me to adore TV. But this show, Jon and Kate Plus 8, is what I wait for each and every Tuesday night, baby. I can't get enough. I have sadly decided that it is because after watching, I no longer feel tired or grumpy that I am tired. For Pete's sake, if Kate can raise twin 6 year olds and sextuplet 2 year olds AND clean her house which she does AND keep her marriage strong AND feed them all AND laugh AND host birthday parties for her husband AND have time to keep her hair color/highlights maintained, then am in no way allowed to complain.

Okay, maybe a little. This mothering stuff is hard work. And heart work. And we all have those days. But man alive. I am so thankful my hard days are only filled with ONE two year old and not SIX!

I tell Kenny after every Tuesday night that we really should send these people a check. A prize. A reward. Or something. They certainly deserve it.

All for now....will try to do better at keeping up!

You took the camera where?

Yes, folks. I took the handy digital camera to the movie theater to record my little prince's first movie experience. Kenny rolled his eyes. The ticket lady seemed very confused. And the two guys behind us in line made several huffs and puffs. But I didn't care. I didn't want to miss this photo op opportunity to record one of Garrett's "firsts".

I know, I know. I am sad. I really need to let go of the fact that not everything needs to be documented on film. But I just can't stand to let one minute of his young life go by. In my mind, I guess I think that if I slow down these "firsts" with the film, then maybe, just maybe, he won't grow up so fast. Again, Kenny will insert the rolling of the eyes here, too.


So, back to the story. On Sunday morning we had nothing to do because we had made plans to go to church that night. Gotta love our church. Anyway, Kenny had decided we needed to get to a store at North Park mall in order to be there when the doors opened at noon. And we really didn't have enough time to go to the pool AND come home to shower AND get to North Park in time for the opening. So, he randomly suggested we take Garrett to his first movie. At the North Park theater.

That did it for me. I hopped up, showered, got dressed. All in record time. I was so elated to take the little man to his first movie. And apprehensive. You see, Garrett doesn't even sit through a 20 minute episode of anything without walking around, playing simultaneously with a toy, eating a snack, etc. And each time we've tried to rent a movie and watch it at home, he bails within the first 30 minutes. So, we were apprehensive that the length of the movie, the loud noise and the darkness might freak him out.

It didn't! He walked in all big and mighty and proud of himself, climbed into his seat and snacked away. Once the movie (and real noise) started he scooted on over to my lap. I think the blaring penguins surfing were a bit much for him. But he hung in there for about 55 minutes. And then, without much warning, he got up, and proceeded to pick up my purse and his little bag and tell us, "It is time to go. Let's go. That's all Momma and Daddy."

And so we left. I think Daddy was a bit bummed we didn't get to see the end of the movie but heck, we got to see more than I even anticipated. It was a morning to remember.

As an added bonus, we ventured into the food court. And they had the most divine little salad joint I've ever found. I am trying to find a reason to waste about $5 in gas to drive over there for a $10 salad. Surely there's another errand I can run that way. You know, about 45 minutes from my home.

So, all in all, this day was hit. One to remember. Through memory and film.