This story comes courtesy of Trey's wonderful daycare lady DeeDee:
DeeDee was making lunch in her kitchen and she has a 9 1/2 month old little girl who makes Trey no longer the baby of the group. The little girl was fussing at DeeDee's feet while she was cooking. DeeDee heard some movement from the living room and looked up to see Trey carrying Ava's (the baby) bottle to her. Trey set the bottle down by Ava on the floor next to her, gave her a little pat on the head (my FAVORITE part of this story) and then went about his business.
What a Dude.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
when you dip i dip we dip
Trey likes tacos. He's just like his Daddy in that sense. There is something about some turkey-taco meat that the Dude digs. When Blinn gets home after work, he usually has a little snack of chips and salsa. He shared his snack with Trey a while ago and the Dude seemed to like the salsa which we thought was pretty funny.
Yesterday, Blinn was having some chips as an after work snack and holding Trey at the same time. He gave Trey a chip and instead the usual happy smile we get for giving him something he usually doesn't get to have, Blinn was met with a little whining and a frantic up and down motion of his hand with the chip in it.
Daddy to Mommie: Do you think he wants some salsa?
Mommie to Daddy: Nah, he doesn't need any.
Daddy to Mommie: But I think that's what he wants, look he's acting like he's dipping the chip!
Mommie to Daddy: Fine, see if it works.
Of course it worked and once Trey's chip had a lil' dip, snack time continued as usual.
Yesterday, Blinn was having some chips as an after work snack and holding Trey at the same time. He gave Trey a chip and instead the usual happy smile we get for giving him something he usually doesn't get to have, Blinn was met with a little whining and a frantic up and down motion of his hand with the chip in it.
Daddy to Mommie: Do you think he wants some salsa?
Mommie to Daddy: Nah, he doesn't need any.
Daddy to Mommie: But I think that's what he wants, look he's acting like he's dipping the chip!
Mommie to Daddy: Fine, see if it works.
Of course it worked and once Trey's chip had a lil' dip, snack time continued as usual.
come out and play
Trey has woken up a little too early for our liking the past two mornings so we have brought him into bed with us to have a glorious extra hour of sleep. Additionally for the past two mornings, Trey has helped his Daddy with the waking up process. Blinn stores his glasses on the edge of a sweater-storer-thing I have shoved under the bed. It provides him a nice little ledge to rest his glasses on until morning.
Well, the Dude has already mastered the art of scooting off of our bed by rolling to his tummy and inching backwards towards the edge. Now, in his ever so helpful 14-month manner, once his feet have hit the ground, he finds his Daddy's glasses and hands them up to Blinn who is still laying in bed.
Rise and shine Daddy!
Well, the Dude has already mastered the art of scooting off of our bed by rolling to his tummy and inching backwards towards the edge. Now, in his ever so helpful 14-month manner, once his feet have hit the ground, he finds his Daddy's glasses and hands them up to Blinn who is still laying in bed.
Rise and shine Daddy!
Thursday, April 15, 2010
thanks bell boy
Trey and I had arrived home from a wonderful weekend in Pomeroy on Monday afternoon. Blinn had been studying for his CPA exam, so it was just the two of us on a mini-vacation to Auntie Bub and Uncle Joe's house. I was bringing in the last of the Dude and my bags and left it next to the front door. I had put Trey's overnight bag in his room already.
After we had lunch, I told Trey "come here, we're going to unpack your bag". I was headed to his room and he was still in the living room. As I mentioned before, Trey's bag was already in his room. I was unpacking Trey's stuff, and I hear him grunting and walking towards his room, but it definitely sounded like the Dude was moving at a snails pace. He finally reached the edge of the living room and I could see him from his room. My sweet and oh so helpful boy had lugged my overnight bag all the way from the front door to the edge of the living room!
The Dude is a little soldier and even though he didn't realize that I had already moved his bag, he heard my instructions and was trying to help. What a sweetie.
After we had lunch, I told Trey "come here, we're going to unpack your bag". I was headed to his room and he was still in the living room. As I mentioned before, Trey's bag was already in his room. I was unpacking Trey's stuff, and I hear him grunting and walking towards his room, but it definitely sounded like the Dude was moving at a snails pace. He finally reached the edge of the living room and I could see him from his room. My sweet and oh so helpful boy had lugged my overnight bag all the way from the front door to the edge of the living room!
The Dude is a little soldier and even though he didn't realize that I had already moved his bag, he heard my instructions and was trying to help. What a sweetie.
chop chop mommie
Trey has lately been pooping in private. To translate, he goes to a different room (still in our view) or over to a corner to do his business in his diaper. This has only been going on for a couple of weeks. So again this weekend while in Pomeroy he went to Auntie Bub's kitchen to have a little privacy and take a poo. After he was done, he came marching back into the living room with purpose.
He walked over to where I was storing his diapers for the weekend, grabbed the diaper package, and brought it over to me. Once I was holding the package (picture the plastic wrapped package containing like 40 diapers smushed together- not a light load!) Trey grabbed a single diaper and then laid down on the floor where I had been changing him that weekend.
It was abundantly clear what he had been doing in the kitchen and what Mommie needed to fix.
He walked over to where I was storing his diapers for the weekend, grabbed the diaper package, and brought it over to me. Once I was holding the package (picture the plastic wrapped package containing like 40 diapers smushed together- not a light load!) Trey grabbed a single diaper and then laid down on the floor where I had been changing him that weekend.
It was abundantly clear what he had been doing in the kitchen and what Mommie needed to fix.
primping
Most mornings Trey and Blinn have breakfast together while I'm doing my hair and makeup. I start with my hair, so by the time I've made it to my makeup Trey's done with his breakfast and he usually wanders in to our bedroom to see what's going on. He usually looks through my bag and plays with whatever makeup he grabs.
This weekend while visiting Auntie Bub and Uncle Joe in Pomeroy, I was doing my makeup in the living room so I wouldn't miss out on anything. Trey came over and was rummaging through my makeup bag, like he does, and he selected my eyelash curler. He proceeded to take the eyelash curler up to his eyes and do just what he's seen his Mommie do every day he watches me put my makeup on; try to curl his eyelashes.
No comments from the peanut gallery Uncle Jake.
This weekend while visiting Auntie Bub and Uncle Joe in Pomeroy, I was doing my makeup in the living room so I wouldn't miss out on anything. Trey came over and was rummaging through my makeup bag, like he does, and he selected my eyelash curler. He proceeded to take the eyelash curler up to his eyes and do just what he's seen his Mommie do every day he watches me put my makeup on; try to curl his eyelashes.
No comments from the peanut gallery Uncle Jake.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
take a breather
This Easter was chock full of wonderful memories and of course Trey stories; these are a couple of my faves.
Trey a wonderful yet extremely busy Easter weekend. He is getting to be quite a ham, so Saturday night found us watching our son entertain his Grandma Lo, Grandpa Mike, another couple that came over to the farm, and Blinn and I. Trey was a wild-man pulling out all the stops. He was driving his tractors all around the floor, walking from one edge of the couch to another, doing laps around the couch, picking up his balls and throwing them everywhere; he was 100% showing off to the new faces in the crowd.
Suddenly, Trey ceases all entertaining endeavors and grabs the blanket nearest to him and walks it over to me. He handed me the blanket, said up, and placed himself right in between Blinn and I. He then proceeded to cover himself up with the blanket and just.sit.quietly.
Aside from wondering who took the Dude and replaced him with this mellow child, it was heaven.
Trey a wonderful yet extremely busy Easter weekend. He is getting to be quite a ham, so Saturday night found us watching our son entertain his Grandma Lo, Grandpa Mike, another couple that came over to the farm, and Blinn and I. Trey was a wild-man pulling out all the stops. He was driving his tractors all around the floor, walking from one edge of the couch to another, doing laps around the couch, picking up his balls and throwing them everywhere; he was 100% showing off to the new faces in the crowd.
Suddenly, Trey ceases all entertaining endeavors and grabs the blanket nearest to him and walks it over to me. He handed me the blanket, said up, and placed himself right in between Blinn and I. He then proceeded to cover himself up with the blanket and just.sit.quietly.
Aside from wondering who took the Dude and replaced him with this mellow child, it was heaven.
a case of mistaken identity
We took Trey to the Wilbur egg hunt on Saturday with both sets of Trey's grandparents and his Auntie Em and Auntie Bub to watch the race, *ahem* I mean hunt. A little back story for you: Trey LOVES all sport balls. Basketballs, baseballs, tennis balls, etc, the Dude just loves them all. So, Blinn and I thought that if we showed Trey the eggs that were out on the golf course and called them balls that he gets to pick up, he'd get excited and understand the task at hand better than trying to explain what eggs were.
The plan worked perfectly! The fire engine's siren sounded and our little 13-month old was off with his Daddy to gather up the "balls". He did great, and retrieved six eggs/balls. His Grandpa Terry had brought a couple of real eggs and dropped them on the ground for Trey to pick up once the official hunt was over. Trey eagerly picked up those eggs as well. He put all but one of his most recent retrievals in his Easter basket. The one he saved he took in his left hand and said "ball" and aggressively threw it on the ground.
He definitely got the picture, but Blinn and I paid for our deceit.
The plan worked perfectly! The fire engine's siren sounded and our little 13-month old was off with his Daddy to gather up the "balls". He did great, and retrieved six eggs/balls. His Grandpa Terry had brought a couple of real eggs and dropped them on the ground for Trey to pick up once the official hunt was over. Trey eagerly picked up those eggs as well. He put all but one of his most recent retrievals in his Easter basket. The one he saved he took in his left hand and said "ball" and aggressively threw it on the ground.
He definitely got the picture, but Blinn and I paid for our deceit.
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