Trey's bedtime ritual has not deviated from when he was a very little boy. We take a bath, get our jammies on, Daddy reads us a book, we say our prayers, and then we go to bed.
Last night Blinn was putting the finishing touches on a meatloaf that we had started earlier that night to have for dinner the next night. So I was getting Trey ready for bed solo, and we were towards the middle of our nighttime book "Winken, Blinken and Nod" when Blinn walked through to get his workout clothes out of Trey's room for the next morning. When Trey saw his Daddy trying to leave, he grabbed the book out of my hands with both of his hands, and held it up to his Dad and said (with binky in mouth) "ugh". "Ugh" of course was his directive to his Dad to sit down and finish the story per our usual routine. You can't get much by The Dude.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
too young for an allowance?
Here are a list of things Trey likes to "help" around the house with at 15 1/2 months:
1. Refilling Gus' food dish. We ask Trey if he can get Gus some more food. Trey then toddles over to where we keep Gus' food and water, bends down, and with both hands picks up the food dish. As Blinn and I say "Use both hands! Be careful!", Trey seriously (his serious face is his mouth shut, his brows slightly furrowed, and he walks with a purpose- almost stomping his feet) walks over to the container where we store Gus' food and waits for one of us to open and refill the dish. We then hand Trey back the now fairly full dish and he turns himself around, walks over to where the food needs to return, and very carefully sets it down on the mat. He is rewarded with lots of "thank you(s)!" and "good job Trey!". We are rewarded with a very content dude as the mission has been accomplished.
2. Cleaning up spilled beverages. Trey will take his sippy cup off of the coffee table in our living room and proceeds to shake some drops on to the the floor. He then goes over to where the paper towels are and points up towards them, nods his head and says "yeah yeah". That is our cue to get him a paper towel. Once he has one, he takes it to where the spill is (again, the spill HE created) and wipes it up. So helpful.
3. Taking the garbage out. Taking the garbage out at our house is a task done most often (okay, pretty much exclusively) by Blinn. Trey loooooves to be outside and with his Daddy, so it's become a team effort. At first, Blinn would carry Trey and the garbage, but Trey would try to grab the big bag of trash. Blinn had the genius idea of making Trey his own trash bag to take out. This entails me looking for little bits of trash around the house to put in a grocery sack for Trey to take out with Daddy and the big bag of trash. Now when I ask the boys if they can take the trash out, Trey stands by where we keep the grocery sacks and waits for me to fill it up, then he goes and stands by the back door and waits for his Daddy to go take the trash out.
4. Wiping after "going potty". We bought Trey a little toilet so he could go potty when mom and dad do (since he apparently needs to be with us while we're doing our thing, we figured he might as well practice too!). Trey sits on his little potty, points to the sink where the toilet paper is sitting, and we then give him a little square of his own. He proceeds to use the square of TP just like he should and even throws in a couple of grunts for good measure. He gets that from his dad.
1. Refilling Gus' food dish. We ask Trey if he can get Gus some more food. Trey then toddles over to where we keep Gus' food and water, bends down, and with both hands picks up the food dish. As Blinn and I say "Use both hands! Be careful!", Trey seriously (his serious face is his mouth shut, his brows slightly furrowed, and he walks with a purpose- almost stomping his feet) walks over to the container where we store Gus' food and waits for one of us to open and refill the dish. We then hand Trey back the now fairly full dish and he turns himself around, walks over to where the food needs to return, and very carefully sets it down on the mat. He is rewarded with lots of "thank you(s)!" and "good job Trey!". We are rewarded with a very content dude as the mission has been accomplished.
2. Cleaning up spilled beverages. Trey will take his sippy cup off of the coffee table in our living room and proceeds to shake some drops on to the the floor. He then goes over to where the paper towels are and points up towards them, nods his head and says "yeah yeah". That is our cue to get him a paper towel. Once he has one, he takes it to where the spill is (again, the spill HE created) and wipes it up. So helpful.
3. Taking the garbage out. Taking the garbage out at our house is a task done most often (okay, pretty much exclusively) by Blinn. Trey loooooves to be outside and with his Daddy, so it's become a team effort. At first, Blinn would carry Trey and the garbage, but Trey would try to grab the big bag of trash. Blinn had the genius idea of making Trey his own trash bag to take out. This entails me looking for little bits of trash around the house to put in a grocery sack for Trey to take out with Daddy and the big bag of trash. Now when I ask the boys if they can take the trash out, Trey stands by where we keep the grocery sacks and waits for me to fill it up, then he goes and stands by the back door and waits for his Daddy to go take the trash out.
4. Wiping after "going potty". We bought Trey a little toilet so he could go potty when mom and dad do (since he apparently needs to be with us while we're doing our thing, we figured he might as well practice too!). Trey sits on his little potty, points to the sink where the toilet paper is sitting, and we then give him a little square of his own. He proceeds to use the square of TP just like he should and even throws in a couple of grunts for good measure. He gets that from his dad.
Friday, May 7, 2010
heads up
Two nights ago I was running Trey's bath and Trey was being "Naked Baby" and running around the house naked while Blinn was signing a card for me in the living room.
According to Blinn, Trey paused in the living room by the couch and as Blinn was writing in the card, Trey started saying "pee pee pee pee". Blinn then looked up to see a puddle of pee pee on our hardwood floors.
Thanks for the heads up Dude.
According to Blinn, Trey paused in the living room by the couch and as Blinn was writing in the card, Trey started saying "pee pee pee pee". Blinn then looked up to see a puddle of pee pee on our hardwood floors.
Thanks for the heads up Dude.
tasty treat
I had Monday and Tuesday off from work so Trey and I got to play together both days. It was heaven! On Tuesday we went downtown to take Daddy out for lunch and then we went to Mommie's work to show the Dude off. He was my little puppet and did many of his tricks. For example, he used a paperclip and pretended it was a key and he was trying to unlock drawers with it; when I asked him to brush his hair because it was messy, he'd run his hands over the top of his head; he was our Trey in show-off form. In addition to the above mentioned "tricks", he added a little something new to is repertoire while visiting the HR ladies...
There were three ducks sitting on a file cabinet in one of the HR offices. The lady in the office was gracious enough to let Trey take each one of the ducks (one at a time) from her office to the pod where we were hanging out. He then placed all three ducks into a little bowl that my friend Kris gave him. Kris then told Trey, "You're having some duck soup!". Trey then takes the bowl with the "duck soup" with both hands, lifts it up to his his mouth, and makes a slurping noise. When he was done, he moved the soup bowl down to lap and gave us a satisfied "ahhhhhh!".
There were three ducks sitting on a file cabinet in one of the HR offices. The lady in the office was gracious enough to let Trey take each one of the ducks (one at a time) from her office to the pod where we were hanging out. He then placed all three ducks into a little bowl that my friend Kris gave him. Kris then told Trey, "You're having some duck soup!". Trey then takes the bowl with the "duck soup" with both hands, lifts it up to his his mouth, and makes a slurping noise. When he was done, he moved the soup bowl down to lap and gave us a satisfied "ahhhhhh!".
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
holla at yo girl
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.
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.
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.
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