Thursday, December 30, 2010

New address

I've decided to combine the kids' blogs into one blog. It's easier for me and I've been finding more stories about things they both do that I'm never sure how to separate into different blog entries. So from now on check out here:

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Skating by on technicalities

Xander has been less than enthusiastic about going to preschool the last couple of weeks. His schedule has been inconsistent, which makes it harder for him. Today even the lure of bringing in birthday cupcakes and seeing his pal Joseph couldn't make him agree to wear his bathing suit. Since he goes to preschool at the Y, one of the perks is swim lessons once a week. He prefers the shark bathing suit but I couldn't find it so I tried to pass off his Thomas bathing suit.

No go.

I decided not to fight it, and that I would pack the bathing suit and let his teacher figure it out. "I won't put your bathing suit on," I told him in all technical honesty.

When I went to pack the Thomas bathing suit I found his shark bathing suit already in the backpack he uses for swim lesson. I had put it there last week before his puke-a-thon kept him home on swim lesson day.

Then Xander said, "And don't pack that bathing suit!" referring to the Thomas bathing suit.

"I won't" I said, in all technical honesty.

Then I shoved his small swim lesson backpack into his bigger backpack so he wouldn't see it when we were walking out to the car.

Today's the last day of school before he's off for the next 12 days. I'll let his teacher bear the brunt of his bad temper. Merry Christmas, Miss Dara!
* * *
update: He ended up not swimming because his teacher for some reason didn't see his swim knapsack and I guess since he wasn't wearing his swimsuit, she figured he wasn't going to swim.

I found this out by asking him if he had gone swimming. "No," he said in a grumpy voice, I guess merely at the idea of swim lessons. "You didn't pack my bathing suit."

"Yes, I did," I told him. "Your teacher didn't see it?"

He very quickly picked up on my small betrayal: "I told you not to pack it!"

I was hoping he wouldn't remember that.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Stomach troubles

There's a grocery store I really like to go to because the prices are much cheaper than almost anywhere else. They recently opened a new store and, nerd that I am, I was actually excited about it and looking forward to going to the new store.

I took Xander there last Tuesday, the 3rd day the store was open for business. We got through the dairy and deli areas just fine. We were about to head into the cookie/cracker aisle when he gave a big belch. We both laughed for a nanosecond and then he threw up all over the store's nice new shiny clean floor. And himself. I was able to dodge the bullet, thank goodness.

So, I took him home, changed him. He fell asleep about 20 minutes before I had to go pick up Jessica from school. I tried unsuccessfully to transfer him to his carseat without without waking him up. I strapped him in. In the approximately 6 seconds it took to close his door, open my door and sit down, he threw up again, all over his coat and carseat. I wiped him down as best as I could but I had to go get Jessica. Poor little guy was so upset.

Fortunately those were the only 2 vomit incidents. I did have to take his carseat down into its primary components in order to get the fabric part off to wash it.

I gave him some pedialyte to get some liquids into him. I don't know how I phrased it when I gave it to him, probably something like, "It's good to drink when your tummy hurts." Somehow, in his mind, that got translated to "It makes my tummy feel better."

For the last 5 days, he's been begging for the pedialyte, saying, "My tummy hurts, can I have some of that drink?" We're about done with the second bottle and then I'm cutting him off. He's definitely all better now.

Monday, December 13, 2010

Just like at Child Watch....

There was a notice at the YMCA a month or so ago that they were looking for gently used toy donations. I was looking to get rid of some hardly used toys to make room for the birthday/Christmas loot. Now, what I thought I was doing was donating toys that were then going to be resold for fund raising for the child watch room (the daycare for people that are working out).

As it turned out, the toys I donated went directly into the child watch room. So far Jessica, usually a supersleuth when it comes to her toys, has not yet noticed or commented that her Little People Castle in now in the child watch room.

The boy, though, he's pretty suspicious. Two of the toys I gave were duplicate old Hess trucks with the same part broken (the tailgate/bumper piece). Unfortunately, the broken off piece remained in our house.

Xander found one of those pieces the other day and has been pestering me repeatedly to find his "big Jeeps" (which is what the Hess trucks look like) that are "like the ones at Child Watch."

I'm pleading the 5th.....

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Next time we'll skip the trip

I took the kids to the aquarium the day before Thanksgiving. Jessica has always loved the aquariu, since she was even younger than Xander is now. Xander, however, spent much of the time complaining and wanting to go home. Because of that we stayed less time than I thought we would.

Today, we stopped at Petsmart to buy some cat food. Xander loved looking at the fish. I told him next time, we'd skip going to the aquarium and I'd just take him to a pet store instead. Sheesh.

Monday, December 6, 2010

Good and bad days

There are good days and there are bad days when it comes to preschool drop-off. Good is when he reluctantly lets go, does a tiny bit of fake crying but when I reach the door and turn to check, he's okay.

Bad is like today. He had a killer grip on my coat, I passed him off to one of the teachers, could hear him crying from down the hall. So I snuck back to listen to see if the crying stopped. Not only hadn't it stopped but when I peeked back in, he saw me and it looked like a new wave of crying was about to start. That's when I beat it out of there, to stop making things harder for his teacher.

At least I feel partially cheered up by the fact that his school pictures are awesome! The best of any of the kids' so far.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Reading. Sort of.

Xander is now pre-reading. He either looks at the pages and makes up what he thinks is going on or he has the words memorized and he turns the pages at appropriate places. It's really cute. We've been reading 2 different car series and we just got home from the library with some more books from them. Since I hadn't read the books to him yet, he had to make up what he thought it said.

Then he informed me, "You can't read it because it has words that only little kids can read."

To go along with his reading skills, he came up with a new phrase: "Once uton a pime." Love it!

Sunday, November 21, 2010

"I don't like Star Wars"

Really? Could this really be my child?

We introduced Xander to Star Wars on Friday. The original trilogy, first movie. Jess had already seen some of one of the movies, so it wasn't completely unfamiliar to her.

Turned out both kids were scared of Darth Vader. Not unexpected. What was completely unexpected was that Xander was afraid of C3P0. He was okay with R2D2 but scared of C3P0. How is that even possible? The most cowardly droid in the whole series and he was scared of him.

And then came the statement, "I don't like Star Wars."

I've done something terribly wrong. ; )

Sunday, November 14, 2010

A cup of joe

Xander came home from church today and had gotten a bit dozy in the car. He lay down in the hall for a minute, pretending to sleep. Then he told me how tired he was.

"Can't I have something so I don't feel so tired, like coffee?" he said. The last thing a 3 year old needs is coffee. Maybe when he's 4.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

The Sound of Silence

Yesterday I dropped Xander off at Kidstop at the Y (daycare while I work out) by himself (instead of with Jessica). He didn't cry at all when I left.

The silence was the most beautiful sound I've heard in a long time.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Voting and treats

I took the kids to vote with me tonight. I had almost forgotten and we were at the Y so I asked them if they wanted to go with me. After a lengthy discussion, we agreed we would go.

"Boat!" is what Xander said. Thinking he was just mispronouncing it, I said, "Yes, let's boat."

So we went and voted. As I was waiting to check out, Xander asked, "Are we going to go on the boat now?"

I can't help but feel I misled him.

* * *

Xander didn't do very well at Halloween. Jessica had been invited to a friend's house for a quick pizza dinner and then to trick or treat in the neighborhood. I tagged along with Xander because she didn't want to go out without me.

Her friend's older brother had also invited some friends. I didn't realize one of them was wearing a scary mask and pushing his face into Xander's face until he was already scared. We got to go to exactly one house and he wanted to go home. Fortunately by then Jessica was having enough fun where she didn't care if we went home. Good big sister that she is, she shared her bountiful treats with Xander when she got home.

After lunch today, Xander was allowed one piece of candy. He agonized over this decision. He kept pulling pieces of candy out, examining them, rejecting them. At one point he took out four pieces and did "meenie meenie miney mo."

I think he put more time into deciding which piece of candy to have than most people did on the election today.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

He doesn't miss a trick!

I have a bin storage system for the kids' toys. On the front of each bin, I attached a picture of several of whatever item goes in it. This started when Jessica couldn't read and Xander can't read yet, so we still need the pictures.

The picture on the car bin was taken a couple of years ago. It has a Fisher Price police car and Parents brand truck. We handed down the Parents truck a while ago, since it's more of a toddler toy. The Fisher Price car I just put into storage a few days ago. Really. He's got a playmobil police car that he likes much better and hardly ever plays with the Fisher Price one.

This morning, he came over to me, holding the picture he'd torn off the car bin: "I don't have this car," he said. "Where is this car?"

So it took him maybe 2 days to discover a toy he never plays with was missing.

Sunday, October 24, 2010


When Jessica was 3 and 4, and she got really upset from crying, I would tell her to stop crying and calm down. She would say she couldn't. So we went through this routine where I would tell her I'd breathe with her on the count of 3: "1, 2, 3, breathe!" and we would both suck in deep breaths. After repeating this a few times, she was usually calmer.

I don't remember doing this recently, but I must have because Xander picked up on it. He'll be crying a little, sometimes even fake crying, nothing like Jessica had done when I helped her breathe. Even though he's not crying that hard, he'll say, "I need someone to help me breathe!"

So I go through the routine with him and after one try, he's calmed down from his not-so-agitated state.

Friday, October 1, 2010

A picture says a thousand words

To make a long story short: long cast (mid-thigh to foot) for 6 weeks. Non weight bearing. Then hopefully a short walking cast for 4 weeks. He can't walk but thankfully he can crawl. Should he choose to, that is.

He either fell off the top bunk or slipped getting onto the ladder. I was right there but I had my back turned. He's been climbing up and down that ladder for 2 years.

My poor little man.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Rotten Egg

Xander likes to play "Last one is a rotten egg!" Only he doesn't quite do it right. Usually it's when we're going out to the car. He'll call out, "Last one there is a rotten egg!" Then when he gets there first, he says, "I'm a rotten e-egg, I'm a rotten e-egg." Nevermind that he's not the last one there and that being a rotten egg is something you *don't* want to be.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

That was easy

We've been struggling lately with Xander's reluctance to leave the house with Hari when I'm staying home. He cries "Mommy! Mommy." It's not a fun situation. Hari gets frustrated, I get stressed, and obviously Xander gets upset.

This morning Hari took the kids to daycare/school. Xander started crying for me. Then Hari suggested both kids get their umbrellas because it was raining. Xander thought this was the best idea ever. Jessica was outside putting her shoes on while I helped him get his umbrella.

"Dad! Don't leave without me!" he cried, without a second thought of Mommy. He ran outside to join Daddy and Jessica.

Now I'm wondering if I can send him with an umbrella every time he goes out with Hari, regardless of the weather.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010


It's amazing how kids learning to talk pick up colloquialisms. When we were on vacation, Xander was explaining something to me and after he was done, he said, "Get it, Mom? Get it?" The word "duh" just hung in the air, waiting to be said, but he didn't say it.

However, he still needs to work on his grammar and pronunciation.
"ambliance" = ambulance
"I amn't" = "I'm not"

Monday, August 16, 2010

Lullabyes and bedtime

Xander's interpretation of "Bah Bah Black Sheep."

"Bah bah black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, 3 bags full
One for the master, one for the James,
One for the little boy who lives down the lane."

(instead of "one for the master, one for the dame")

* * *
At bedtime, we've gotten into the habit of using glowsticks for a little while after the lights go out. Xander is so sweet about it. I'll be laying down next to him, and he'll hand me the glowstick and say, "This is for us, Mommy." Every night.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Double speak

Xander has always mispoken by doubling up words ("fry fries" for french fries, for example). His latest examples are going to "Grandma and Grandma's" house (instead of Grandma and Grandpa) and "Kemper and Kemper" for our friends' sons, Kemper and Rowan.

He's been alluding to a friend lately named "Weirdo." I don't know if this is the beginning of an imaginary friend. It would be pretty appropriate for him to have an imaginary friend named Weirdo, though.

He also has been using the following phrases with extreme frequency:
"Is that cool?"
"Is that weird?"
"Is that crazy?"

Yes, yes it is.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

How'd that happen?

I have not let Xander chew gum yet. Or at least I hadn't till about a week ago. This proved to be a wise decision.

The kids came home from a friend's house with gum. Jessica was chewing hers but Hari had told Xander he needed to ask me if it was okay. I was reluctant to say yes but he begged so hard and since I was in the middle of packing, I was susceptible to such tactics. I told him yes, but repeated about 10 times "DO NOT SWALLOW. Do you understand?" He nodded vigorously and preceded to stuff 2 pieces of gum into his small mouth.

I went upstairs for about 10 minutes to pack some stuff up there. When I came home I noticed a distinct lack of chewing on his part.

"Where's your gum?" I asked.

He looked down and then pointed to his stomach.

"Did you swallow it?" I know, stupid question.

He shook his head solemnly.

"Then how did it get there?"

He shrugged, as if it was a complete mystery.

He is now back to no-gum status.

* * *

Xander has picked up on Jessica's annoying habit of needing accompaniment to the bathroom.

"I have to pee," he'll say. "Come on."

Then I'll whine about how I don't want to go and can't he go by himself and eventually I'll get up and go with him because it's way better then changing diapers.

Then recently he announced he had to pee. "I need privacy," he said. For a nanosecond, my heart leaped with joy.

Then he said, "Oops, I meant company."

Privacy, company, they're almost the same, right?

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Daddy daycare

Sometimes I wonder where I went wrong as a Mommy. Hari has an infinitely easier time watching the kids than I do. For example, there is far less whining involved when I'm not there, particularly on the boy's part.

Today, I took the van to the dealer to get fixed and Hari watched the kids. I came home and one of the first I noticed is no one running to me saying "Mommy! Mommm--mmmmeeeee."

"Where's Xander?" I asked.

"I dunno."

That actually worried me at first. What could have happened to him that he was so quiet?

Hari got up off the couch and spotted Xander, fast asleep on the stair landing. He'd just wandered over there and fallen asleep.

I'm not sure what bothers me more, the ease with which he fell asleep in Hari's presence or the fact that Hari hadn't even noticed he'd fallen asleep.

At the present time we're just stepping over him if we need to go up or down the stairs.


Every morning it's the same thing. I don't bother to take off Xander's diaper (no, he's not night trained yet; he could not be night trained until he's 8 as long as he's day trained) right away when he gets up. Inevitably, after a while, he says, "Mom! I have to pee!" Then, again inevitably, 10 seconds later he says, "Never mind. I'm peeing now."

aside: is the opposite of inhibited uninhibited or hibited? ; )

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Splash & Meow

Xander has been changing a lot lately. For example, his attitude toward swimming and the beach. Remember, this is the kid that had a 9 month bath strike. When he was 20 months old, we went to the beach for a week. Which meant, I went to the beach once or twice and he screamed so much that I stayed in the house with him the rest of the time.

He's now a completely different kid. Hari took him and Jessica to a few nearby ponds and told me how much Xander now likes the beach. But it wasn't until earlier this week that I realized how much he likes it. We went to Indian Lake after camp. I put his bathing suit on and he started walking into the water. He didn't need any encouragement to go right in.

Gradually he went deeper and deeper (I wasn't wearing a bathing suit, so I hovered near the shore). When he got in up to his armpits, I told him that was far enough. I think he would have gone in deeper if I had let him. I'm looking forward to our next beach vacation in a few weeks.

* * *
One of Xander's favorite things to do recently is to pretend he's a cat. So I used this to my advantage this morning. His nails have gotten really long but he never lets me cut them. So I told him this morning, "Kitty, I'm going to trim your claws now." Worked like a charm.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010


Xander has been a terribly picky eater lately. It's been really frustrating. We have to feed him bit by bit and he's apt to spit out anything he doesn't like the taste of.

Tonight I was feeding him just the chicken from our chicken stir-fry. We agreed if he ate the chicken, he could then have a bowl of cereal. Even that was a struggle. At one point he said he was full.

Automatically, I replied, "Well, if you're full, I guess you don't have any room for cereal."

He quickly said, "There's two 'full's.'" Then he held up one finger, a second, one finger, a second. "Two fulls. Two fulls." He said it so much "full" turned into "flull."

Hari and I were both laughing. I got a couple of more pieces of chicken into him and then gave him his cereal.

Sunday, June 20, 2010


For those of you not on Facebook....

The kicker is the huge smile on his face in these pictures. He's really going to resent me when he's older.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

This and that

Xander has this charming habit when we go grocery shopping. When we're near the meat, and he spots the ground beef (or ground turkey or ground chicken) he says, "Don't buy the worms! Don't buy the worms!"

Today I bought the worms.

* * *
Poor little guy stubbed his toe on a stool that was, inexplicably, in the middle of the floor. He was crying and I said that I was sorry he got hurt. "It's not your fault," he said. "It's its fault." And he pointed to the stool.

Friday, May 21, 2010


Xander likes to walk around carrying a compass (pink, of course) and call it his GPS. I guess it's sort of the earliest kind of GPS.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

What's on the menu

Jessica and Xander are pretending they're running a restaurant. Xander asked me if I wanted iced tea or hot chocolate.

I threw him for a loop when I answered, "iced coffee."

Pause. "Iced tea or hot chocolate?"

"Iced coffee."

Another pause. "Do you want hot chocolate?"

Sigh. "Yes, please."

Then Jessica, in a stage whisper, said to him, "Put some ice in it."


"Put some ice in it."


"Put some ice in it."


I'm not sure what I ended up getting.

Sunday, May 2, 2010


Yesterday Jessica managed to bang her shoulder and upper arm into the edge of the kitchen counter as she was rounding the corner. It really hurt and she was really upset, just wanted Mommy to hold her.

Xander, in a stellar display of compassion for his injured sister, watched her cuddling with me and said accusingly "You almost pushed me down."

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Is that an echo I hear?

Xander loves to imitate his big sister, what she says, what she does. Well, earlier tonight, Hari wanted the kids to try a garlicky dish he'd make. He asked Jessica to smell it and tell him what she thought.

"Ew, yuck," she said.

Hari then tried to get Xander to smell it but he said "Ew, yuck" before he even got a chance to smell it.

Hari knew Xander was just copying what Jessica was saying. So he told Jessica to smell it and say, "Really great!"

She did.

Without missing a beat (and still without smelling the food), Xander echoed, "Really great."

Saturday, April 24, 2010


Jessica just drew a picture for Xander and ripped it out of the notebook. He then went on to rip off all the ragged parts of the edge.

"Look I ripped off the page," he said.

"Yes, " I said. "You ripped off the perforation."

"I ripped off the perspiration," he replied.

Monday, April 19, 2010


Jessica and Xander were just playing this game Kerplunk. You put a bunch of sticks in the middle of this cylinder, pile marbles on top and try to put out the sticks one by one and dislodge as few marbles as possible.

I was upstairs when the stick-pulling-out occurred, but I would hear a crash of marbles and then Xander's delighted shrieks. When it was over, Xander was all excited: "Mom I got a lot of marbles!" Jessica was similarly excited: "Xander got a lot of marbles!" In their eyes, they both won.

* * *

Memory lane
This is how the mind of a preschooler works:
Last Saturday evening, Hari and Jessica were returning from the Daddy-daughter dance. They ran into our neighbor, Jim. Jim mentioned that he had seen a fox running up in our yard.

They came into the house. They told me and Xander that Jim had told them that there was a fox in the yard.

A few days later, Xander said, "Remember when we saw a fox in the yard?"

Saturday, April 17, 2010


Xander started running a fever yesterday. Apparently it got worse over the night. I discovered this when, at 3 am, he started shrieking "Spiders! Spiders on your head!" Being, as one generally is at 3 am, mostly asleep, I started running my hand over my head. No spiders. He just kept screaming. I thought maybe it was night terrors, not that he's ever had them before. I turned the light on, thinking that if it was well lit, he would see there were no spiders.

No. He just kept screaming, looking around at the spiders only he could see. Predictably, all this shrieking woke Jessica up. She started crying. Then Xander said he wanted to go downstairs. I told Jessica to go sleep with Daddy. She didn't want to go. I walked her down to our room. Then Xander changed his mind and said he wanted to sleep with Daddy. I thought that was a much better idea than going downstairs, so we all piled into the big bed.

He was still going on about spiders and added shadows to the mix. He lay on top of me, poor little hot body, seeming to fall asleep but every few minutes saying "Shadowy!" or speaking in tongues. Jessica and Daddy went back to sleep immediately. After a while, Xander drifted off. Finally poor Mommy got back to sleep.

This morning, his fever is down and he's lucid, thank goodness!

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Good bye curls

(click on picture to see it bigger)

Big Boy

Xander's all about being a big boy now and being independent, which we think is great. There are still a couple of sticking points, though.

For example, he still wants to sit in the clip-on chair at the table even though he's kind of too big for it. So, I'm using his desire to be a big boy to try to coax him out of it.

"Xander, do you want to sit on the big boy stool or in your baby chair?" So far, it's a draw but I'll keep trying.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Conversation from yesterday

We were driving home from the Y after a mad dash to the car through the pouring rain.

Xander: (whining) Take my pants off!!! (They were wet)

Mom: Not while we're driving. Why don't you scream instead?

Xander: AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Mom: (without missing a beat) Did that help?

Xander: No!

Eh. It was worth a try.

Sunday, April 4, 2010


Xander's new favorite word is meap. I'm still trying to figure out what he means by it. The word "meep" was banned in a Massachusetts high school. It's also the name of character in Phineas and Ferb, which is where I adopted the spelling from.

He uses it when he's mad, so I'm starting to suspect it's some sort of preschooler curse word. Hopefully some day he will explain it to me.

* * *
We had a lot of rain last week. However, on Thursday, the sun came back out. On Friday evening, we went to the Y for Jessica's art class. Xander insisted on bringing and using his umbrella. Several people laughed when they saw him. Now, if he had been an adult, particularly an older one, carrying that umbrella in the middle of sunshine, people would have thought he was crazy. But being 3, everyone knew that that's just the type of thing a 3 year old does. No questions asked.

* * *
Xander loves to imitate other people. Most often it's Jessica. Last week, I hurt my back and was hobbling around. We were walking from the car to his school and I turned around and saw him hobbling in the same exact way I was hobbling.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Helpful comment

I made a last-minute throw-together kind of dinner tonight that included boxed macaroni and cheese. In a display of stupendous ineptitude, I knocked over the open box of macaroni and spilled every last one on the floor. The kids were nice enough to help clean it up. After I put some other pasta on to boil, I took out a bag of frozen corn.

Xander looked at me holding it and asked, "Are you going to spill that too?"

Friday, March 19, 2010

20 (thousand) questions

Xander has been talking up a storm lately. Run on sentences, run on paragraphs and oh, the questions. Well, we were driving in the van today and he was asking questions a mile a minute. I asked him to just be quiet and not ask me questions for a few minutes because I needed the quiet.

"Why?" he immediately responded.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Goodbye and Hello

Although I get frustrated with Xander's clinginess, particularly at drop-off time at school or the gym, it's more than made up for by the reaction I get when I pick him up.

When I pick him up from school, he gets up or stops whatever he's doing and runs toward me as fast as his little legs can carry him. I kneel down and prepare for a full-on assault hug.

When I pick him up from the gym daycare, where he's behind a half door, he'll look up, see me, and since he's usually done some coloring, he makes a beeline for the table, grabs his paper, and runs over to half door to be let out.

If only I could remind him of how happy he is when I pick him up when he's sobbing as I drop him off.

* * *
Xander's teacher had a great trick this morning. She saw him clinging to me, and came over.

"Now remember," she said to him. "We have one rule here: NO SMILING."

Of course he burst into a big smile at that.

Friday, February 26, 2010


Xander likes to use his name in everything. Earlier today he was made "Xander angels" instead of snow angels.

A habit he's picked up from his sister is saying "pretend we're cats (or dogs or iguanas or gerbils, etc) and you're the mommy cat and daddy is the daddy cat." Where Jessica usually says "and I'm the big sister cat," he'll say, "I'm the Xander cat."

* * *
At bedtime I went downstairs to find something without with Jessica could not live, a frequent occurrence in our house, and he insisted on following me. He found his sippy cup of milk, which I had forgotten to put it away. I took it from him and went to put it in the fridge. He immediately started screaming and wrapped his little hand around the door so I couldn't close it. I removed his hand so I could close it and he started crying about some imaginary injury.

Then we went back upstairs and he insisted he needed a band-aid "for when you closed the refrigerator on my hand." I took another look but there was still no visible injury. In the interest of world peace, I gave him a band-aid anyway.

Now, Jessica has been trying valiantly to stop biting her nails and chewing on her fingers. I bought her "chewlery" which is a necklace/bracelet set that is okay for kids to put in their mouths.

After I gave him his band-aid, he started going on about how he needed chewlery.

"But you don't bite your nails," I said. I have to cut his nails frequently because they grow so quickly and so long.

"Yes I do" he whined.

"Show me," I said.

He then just stuck a finger into his mouth, up to the first joint. He clearly didn't even know how to chew on his fingernails.

Jessica & I just laughed. He didn't get the chewlery.

Monday, February 22, 2010

About last night

Xander's new thing is to refer to every event that ever occurred in his life as happening "last night."

For example, last night (*my* last night, not his) I was putting him to bed. Our conversation went something like this:

Xander: Remember last night when Jessie got a smushmellow?

Mommy: No.

Xander: Remember, when Daddy came to get Jessie and we went home and I didn't get one?

Mommy thought long and hard and then remembered what he was talking about. We went to our town's winter carnival on February 5, yes, February 5th. They were toasting marshmellows over a fire pit. I made one for Jessie, then asked Xander if he wanted one. He said no. I had taken the kids there and Hari joined us later. By the time he got there, Xander and I were both very cold and wanted to go home, so we did and Jessica and Daddy stayed.

Mommy: You mean at the winter carnival?

Xander: Yeah.

Mommy: That was weeks ago. You said you didn't want one.

Xander: Let's go get one.

Mommy: It's not there any more.

Xander: (cries loudly and longly).

Anyway, at least 3 or 4 times a day he references something that happened "last night" but actually happened days or weeks ago. I really have no idea why.

Saturday, February 20, 2010


As I mentioned on Jessica's blog, she has been speaking in letters lately. Well, baby brother has picked up the habit. After every meal, not just dinner, he asks for "d" (dessert). Just a minute ago, he heard Jessica asking for a drink ("d") and chimed in, hoping to get some dessert at 9:00 in the morning. Needless to say, he was "d" (denied).

Monday, February 15, 2010

More Vocabulary

This sentence came out of my 3-year-old's mouth today:
"Books about tractors are awesome, Mom."
Awesome. It just sounds strange for a preschooler to use that word. And the way he said it:

Sunday, February 14, 2010


Jessica has long been a food critic, when it comes to meals made by Hari and me. Well, last night I made chicken salad, and I thought it was pretty good. Jessica ate it without complaint. Xander preferred the wheat pita I put it in.

After dinner he started walking around, pointing with his index finger saying something like "from awejodsi." At least that's what it sounded like to me. I kept asking him "From what? From what."

Then I noticed his index finger was pointing down and it dawned on me.

"Thumbs down?" This is Jessica's Roger-and-Ebertesque way of issuing her food reviews.

He nodded.

I then explained to him that if he's going to use the thumbs up/thumbs down review method, he'll at least need to point with his thumb, and not his index finger.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Move over!

Three times today, I've been sitting at the end of the couch, Xander has come up, climbed onto the arm of the couch and tried to squeeze in, telling me to move over. It reminds me of the Seinfeld episode where Jerry did the same thing to Elaine.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Just being a Xander

One of Xander's preschool teachers told me this story:
One day he was just standing there, not saying anything. His teacher asked him what he was doing. His response? "I'm just being a Xander."

Other words from the Xander lexicon:
Usage: "I don't have any more smushmellows in my hot chocolate."

snowprint = footprint made in the snow


Friday, February 5, 2010

"I Love You" as a weapon

Xander loves to tell me he loves me. Most of the time this is great. I love to hear him say it. But lately he's been using it as a weapon. He'll be laying down in bed and instead of closing his eyes and going to sleep, he says, "Mommy, I love you" a dozen times. If I ignore him, then his tone gets more insistent: "MOMMY I LOVE YOU" with a bit of a whine to it. I feel like the worst mommy ever when I have to respond, "I know. Stop saying that and go to sleep." But I only say that after he's said it at least 20 times.

(He just ran up to me and said "Mommy, I love you" while I was typing this.)

Fool me once, shame on you....

As anyone with a small child knows, band-aids are the best thing ever. Regardless of whether or not there's actually a boo-boo.

One night last week, as I was trying to get Xander to sleep, he complained he had a boo-boo and needed a band-aid. He pointed out the boo-boo but in the semi-darkness of the room I didn't see anything. I tried to ignore his request but sooner rather than later, I gave in. When I brought the band-aid into the room and asked him to show me the boo-boo again so I knew where to put it, he gave me a completely different finger to put it in than he'd shown me before.

With this incident in mind, last night he started complaining again. He showed me the boo-boo and again I didn't see anything. I told him if the boo-boo was still there in the morning, I'd give him a band-aid. He got very insistent and eventually produced real tears. I thought, okay, maybe it is a real boo-boo; after all, he's crying. I got up and got a band-aid.

He gave me a different finger to put it on.

Thursday, February 4, 2010


I've been working on quilts for the kids. I'm a very slow quilt maker. I bought the fabric a couple of months ago, and immediately washed it. Then eventually I ironed and now am in the process of cutting it. The kids have been bugging me incessantly about it lately.

This morning, Xander started up. "Will you work on my quilt today?" This immediately got Jessica's attention. "No! Work on my quilt!" Then I couldn't hear what either of them were saying because they were both saying something to the effect of "Work on my quilt" loudly and at the same time.

Then Hari, genius that he is, pointed out the window. "Look! There goes a squirrel!"

Both kids stopped shouting and ran over to look out the window. It was just like "Up."

Thursday, January 28, 2010


"You guys are so busted!" I think perhaps he's been watching too much Phineas and Ferb.

"I can't sleep in the dark." Um....okay. I recently put their "night light" (a string of LED lit butterflies that make the room bright enough to read in) on a timer, thinking they would sleep better in the dark. The verdict is still out on that.

Cat recycling
I recently made the mistake of saying we could probably get a kitten (or two) when Cassie passes away. She's 13 1/2 so this could be soon or it could be 5 or more years. In hindsight, saying that may have been a mistake. Xander recently suggested that we should "throw Cassie away cause she's dead."

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Sun protection

Xander likes to wear sunglasses "so the sun don't see me." = )

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Baby's got a new pair of shoes

The last 3 pairs of sneakers I've bought for Xander were Thomas the Tank Engine sneakers. That's all he wanted to wear. "Want Thomas shoes." I noticed he's starting to outgrow his current pair, so I went to Walmart, the only place that sells the ones he likes, to look for a new pair. While I was there, I saw the Cars shoes.

Cars is his newer obsession. I wasn't sure what to do. I decided to hold off on a purchase till I could take him with me and let him choose.

We went yesterday. I told him he could choose between Cars and Thomas shoes. It was no contest. Cars by a landslide. However, the particular Walmart we were in didn't have the right size. I swore up and down to him that the next time I was in a different Walmart, I would try to get the right size.

That wasn't good enough for him. He proceeded to whine for the rest of time in the store, in the check-out line and in the car. I foresaw a future where all he did was beg and whine for these shoes. I decided to divert slightly and go to a different nearby Walmart.

Fortunately they had the shoes. He insisted I put them on him even before we left the store. I did. He wore them all day, even though we don't usually wear shoes in the house. He took them off for his bath, and then wanted them back on.

He slept in them. Really. I thought for sure he'd get uncomfortable during the night and kick them off, but no, he wore them all night.

He's wearing them now.

Friday, January 8, 2010

But is he smarter than a cat?

(another potty post)
Xander prefers to use the little potty. For reasons that I probably don't need to get into, I prefer him to use the big potty. Now, the little potty is conveniently located in the living room, where he can stop playing, walk a few feet and use it. The bathroom, on the other hand, is at least 15 feet away.

I thought about moving the little potty into the bathroom next to the big potty. But then I thought about what I did when I moved the cats' litterbox in our condo. I was afraid they (and by "they" I meant "Chelsea") wouldn't be able find it if I moved it and would just do their business in the space where the litterbox used to be. So I moved it a few feet each day until I got it to the new location.

I'm wondering if I would need to use this tactic with my child.