We attended Trey's Great-Grandma and Grandpa Farm's 60th wedding anniversary party this weekend. I had packed an assortment of toys in Trey's bag (as a side note, once I got to the party and opened the bag, I saw that Trey had also packed some toys- 1 ball and two hammers) and he had also brought his beloved dog "Puppy" along.
Puppy is a small chihuahua that was sent to him by his Great-Grandma Hazel. Puppy is about 4 inches high and if you turn him on he makes a yipping noise and walks. Puppy gets lots of Trey snuggles, Puppy gets covered in blankets, and Puppy has even gotten some milk poured on his mouth; Trey. Loves. HIS. Puppy.
While at the party, he was off playing with his sweet cousin Blake in front of the table we were sitting at. His older cousin Carsten saw Puppy sitting on the table and decided to turn Puppy on. Blinn and I watched as Trey popped up from his spot on the floor and with his little brow furrowed, hustle over to Carsten. He shook his finger at Carsten and said "DON'T. MINE". Carsten looked a bit shocked at begin told what's up by a 20 month old, but the message was received. Puppy is Trey's.
Monday, October 18, 2010
close, but no cigar
Trey attends Soccer Tots practice every Saturday. Heavy on the parent participation, singing, and running; light on legit soccer skills- we all LOVE it! Saturday morning s were the only day with a time that worked for schedule, so Trey's "playing up" in the 24-36 month group (as of Oct. 15, he's 20 months).
A couple of "practices" (heh) ago the coach was handing out colored balls for the kids to use in the next drill. Our awesome Coach Shareene asked the two children before Trey what color was their ball prior to her giving it to them. Anthony responded "red", JP responded "green", and then next in line was Trey. Coach grabbed a blue ball and asked "what color is this Trey"?
Trey, with arms outstretched confidently answered "MINE".
A couple of "practices" (heh) ago the coach was handing out colored balls for the kids to use in the next drill. Our awesome Coach Shareene asked the two children before Trey what color was their ball prior to her giving it to them. Anthony responded "red", JP responded "green", and then next in line was Trey. Coach grabbed a blue ball and asked "what color is this Trey"?
Trey, with arms outstretched confidently answered "MINE".
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
CASE on the brain
Trey has fallen in love with combines. He was able to ride with his Grandpa Mike (along with his Daddy) in his combine twice this summer for 2 1/2 hours each ride! Trey has become proficient at saying "kawbine" (combine), "trakTOR" (tractor), and "weeeat" (wheat) thanks to his time on the farm this summer. A couple of cute stories have emerged from Trey's first real harvest:
- When heading down to Almira to ride in the combine for the second time, Blinn told me that Trey woke up twice from a nap and would look around in the truck and ask "kawbine"?
- For the first couple of days after his final combine ride of the season, Trey would see Blinn pull up in the truck (that they took down to Almira) and say "kawbine? kawbine?".
- When at Dee Dee's house last week, he was putting on different hats and came across a straw one. He put the hat one and said (of course, I'm getting redundant at this point) "kawbine" to Dee Dee.
- Last night at dinner (after eating an entire ear of corn) all on his own Trey said "kawbine". Blinn and I said something back to him like "yes, you like to ride in the combine". Next, all on his own, Trey said "Mike". Usually when we talk about combines we remind him that he rode on one with Grandpa Mike. We'll work on the prefix. ;)
- When heading down to Almira to ride in the combine for the second time, Blinn told me that Trey woke up twice from a nap and would look around in the truck and ask "kawbine"?
- For the first couple of days after his final combine ride of the season, Trey would see Blinn pull up in the truck (that they took down to Almira) and say "kawbine? kawbine?".
- When at Dee Dee's house last week, he was putting on different hats and came across a straw one. He put the hat one and said (of course, I'm getting redundant at this point) "kawbine" to Dee Dee.
- Last night at dinner (after eating an entire ear of corn) all on his own Trey said "kawbine". Blinn and I said something back to him like "yes, you like to ride in the combine". Next, all on his own, Trey said "Mike". Usually when we talk about combines we remind him that he rode on one with Grandpa Mike. We'll work on the prefix. ;)
that's f*!kin teamwork!
Blinn witnessed this exchange of teamwork between Blake and Trey about a month ago:
Trey and his cousin Blake were playing outside at their Grandpa Mike and Grandma Lorie's house with a toy tractor that was on runners.
Blake was driving the tractor around and a runner suddenly fell off. Blake kept right on pushing the tractor, and Trey hurried over and picked up the down runner.
Trey hollered "Bakey Bakey (Blakey Blakey)!" and ran towards Blake carrying the runner. When Trey caught up to Blake he showed him the runner that had fallen off. Blake said "uh oh" which Trey followed up with "broke". Then the two cousins got down on their haunches and examined the broken tractor.
Trey and his cousin Blake were playing outside at their Grandpa Mike and Grandma Lorie's house with a toy tractor that was on runners.
Blake was driving the tractor around and a runner suddenly fell off. Blake kept right on pushing the tractor, and Trey hurried over and picked up the down runner.
Trey hollered "Bakey Bakey (Blakey Blakey)!" and ran towards Blake carrying the runner. When Trey caught up to Blake he showed him the runner that had fallen off. Blake said "uh oh" which Trey followed up with "broke". Then the two cousins got down on their haunches and examined the broken tractor.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
don't get any ideas
July 17, 2010 was my 10 year high school reunion as well as the Pioneer Days parade in beautiful Davenport, WA. We took Trey down to watch the parade and Grandma Lo and Great-Grandma Sherry were watching Baby Brody (Trey's cousin) so he was able to come and watch the parade with us!
A little background for you- Trey, Blinn and I went down about a week after Brody was born to visit him, Blakey, Uncle Justin and Auntie T. Trey liked looking at Brody, but while I was holding Brody, Trey needed to have every.single.piece. of his body touching me. It's true. I have the pictures to prove it. So, needless to say, I knew Trey wouldn't be mean to Baby Brody, but I wasn't optimistic that I would get a lot of baby-holding time.
While I held Brody on my lap, Trey went over and climbed up on his Grandma Lo's lap. He then stretched his little arms out towards Brody and I and said "come. come". It took me a while to realize that he wanted to hold Brody on his lap. Blinn took about half a dozen amazing pictures of Trey looking so proud to be holding Brody!
The Dude will make an awesome big brother someday. SOMEDAY NOT SOON. heehee Until then, thank goodness for sweet cousins!
A little background for you- Trey, Blinn and I went down about a week after Brody was born to visit him, Blakey, Uncle Justin and Auntie T. Trey liked looking at Brody, but while I was holding Brody, Trey needed to have every.single.piece. of his body touching me. It's true. I have the pictures to prove it. So, needless to say, I knew Trey wouldn't be mean to Baby Brody, but I wasn't optimistic that I would get a lot of baby-holding time.
While I held Brody on my lap, Trey went over and climbed up on his Grandma Lo's lap. He then stretched his little arms out towards Brody and I and said "come. come". It took me a while to realize that he wanted to hold Brody on his lap. Blinn took about half a dozen amazing pictures of Trey looking so proud to be holding Brody!
The Dude will make an awesome big brother someday. SOMEDAY NOT SOON. heehee Until then, thank goodness for sweet cousins!
he doesn't just save the drama for his mama
This story was told to us by Grandma Lo who along with Grandpa Mike took Trey to his first Mariner's game on July 24, 2010.
Trey had grown tired of picking at his grilled cheese sandwich while eating out with his Grandpa Mike and Grandma Lo. He was sitting in his high chair while Grandma Lo was on the phone and Grandpa was observing the situation. Trey looked at his Grandma and stretched his arms out towards her while still in his high chair and said pleadingly "Help me! Help me!".
Grandma wrapped up her phone conversation while Grandpa laughed at Trey's dramatic request to get out of his high chair.
Trey had grown tired of picking at his grilled cheese sandwich while eating out with his Grandpa Mike and Grandma Lo. He was sitting in his high chair while Grandma Lo was on the phone and Grandpa was observing the situation. Trey looked at his Grandma and stretched his arms out towards her while still in his high chair and said pleadingly "Help me! Help me!".
Grandma wrapped up her phone conversation while Grandpa laughed at Trey's dramatic request to get out of his high chair.
Friday, July 2, 2010
dude interrupted
This morning Blinn left the house early to go work-out. Trey started to wake up at around 5:45 so I brought him into our bed so that I could get another 15 minutes of relaxing, and of course to get some Trey snuggles.
Daddy came home from his work out and laid back down in bed with the now awake Dude and me. Blinn lifted up his arm so I could lay on his chest while Trey was on his other side chatting with us. When Trey saw me in my comfortable position on his Daddy's chest, he began to push me off of Blinn while repeating "mine! mine!". I (as was his Daddy) of course was enjoying this show of possessiveness and was not moving as instructed. Trey's "MINE's" continued to get louder and more adamant and finally the Dude hit his Momma. He was gently reprimanded and told that he can't hit and to say sorry to Mommie and give her a kiss, which he did without fuss.
After he had given his I'm-sorry-kiss, he continued to say mine and now point at me to move. I finally obliged and Trey made his Daddy's morning by laying down with a huge grin on HIS spot.
Daddy came home from his work out and laid back down in bed with the now awake Dude and me. Blinn lifted up his arm so I could lay on his chest while Trey was on his other side chatting with us. When Trey saw me in my comfortable position on his Daddy's chest, he began to push me off of Blinn while repeating "mine! mine!". I (as was his Daddy) of course was enjoying this show of possessiveness and was not moving as instructed. Trey's "MINE's" continued to get louder and more adamant and finally the Dude hit his Momma. He was gently reprimanded and told that he can't hit and to say sorry to Mommie and give her a kiss, which he did without fuss.
After he had given his I'm-sorry-kiss, he continued to say mine and now point at me to move. I finally obliged and Trey made his Daddy's morning by laying down with a huge grin on HIS spot.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
a routine procedure
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.
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.
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.
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