Thursday, March 19, 2015

Last little while of our nice routine

We're in a good routine right now with Matt and Sam. I plan to look back fondly on it when we're in the middle of crazy-newborn days again. It pretty much goes like this.

6:40-7:15: Sam wakes up. I get him. Sometimes Jeff does.
7:15: Matt pops out of his room when his clock turns green and says, "Good morning!" in a cute voice at a reasonable volume.
7:15-8:15: Kids eat breakfast, Matt gets changed, I do things in the kitchen like unload the dishwasher. Matt talks nonstop. Sam sometimes tries to talk a little bit. On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, we take Matt to preschool.
8:45-11:30: Then Sam and I run errands or hang out or go to playgroup, usually without too much chatting so I can save up all my listening patience for Matt's nonstop chatter. Sam is silent on the way to preschool then starts immediately babbling when Matt is out of the car. He's always excited to see school buses and "big trucks!"
11:30: On preschool days, we pick up Matt. 
8-11: On other days, from breakfast to lunch, we usually play in the playroom and read books and eat snacks. These guys have been playing well near each other. They take turns playing with the parking garage or the play kitchen or the trucks. There have been some squabbles the past two months or so, but not too many. Matt usually keeps his "little blue truck" and his "favorite cat" close by no matter what he's playing with. He often declares that "Sam can have a turn playing with [whatever thing] now!" It's funny because he thinks he's being so generous - and he is, for a three-year-old - but he doesn't realize that he's not in charge of Sam or the toys in general. Sam doesn't mind. He usually doesn't care about whatever Matt's playing with anyway.
11-12: On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I try to make a point of watching Price is Right. I'm not super into it, but it's a pretty reliable way for me to sit on the couch and rest without having kids climb on me or ask me to play things or get snacks or drinks. Matt likes to "practice his trick," which is climbing on top of the Cozy Coupes and then onto the couch. Sam likes to sit in the Cozy Coupes and say "Close!" so I put a pillow in front of the window. They think it's hilarious.
12-1: Lunch. This is always the hardest part of the day. It seems like I'm hungry and exhausted no matter how the morning has been or how much I've snacked. These guys sometimes eat so much and sometimes eat almost nothing.

That's our half-day routine, anyway. Sam is awake now, so I guess I'll actually do the daily things now and possibly write about the rest later.

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

What Sam loves

I was about to put Sam in his crib for the night, when we had this conversation.

Me: "Goodnight, Sam, I love you. You can say, 'I love you, too, Mom,' if you want."
Sam: "Love Mom."
Me: "I'll see you in the morning. Have a good night."
Sam: "Love Dad! Matt! Dad! Matt!"
Me: "You love Dad and Matt, too?"
Sam: "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Dad! Matt! Milk!"
Me: "You love Dad and Matt and milk?"
Sam: "Yeah! Dad! Matt! DeeDee! Grandma! Mom! Love. Sam."

Awwww.

Funny quotes

Me, reading a book title to Sam: "'Where Do Kisses Come From?'"
Sam: "Mama! Mama! Mama!"

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Matt: "What is this on my arms?"
Me: "Looks like arm hair."
Matt: "No, no, no, it's not! I'm growing fuzz all over my arms so bees won't sting me!"

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Matt: "Can we open my window at night, Mom?"
Me: "Sure, when it's warmer out. Why?"
Matt: "I just really like to hear the trucks on the interstate. Those trucks make that noise that makes me go to sleep way faster. That's why I like this house better than our old house."

Friday, March 13, 2015

"Good job, Sam!"

After Sam's post-lunch potty success, Matt kept telling him, "Good job, Sam! Good job!" So Sam congratulated himself all the way until naptime, saying, "Good job, Nam!" and patting himself on the chest. So cute.

Monday, March 9, 2015

Sammy

Sam has recently started calling himself by name, pronouncing Sam like "Nam." This morning, though, insisted that he should be called Sammy. He kept poking himself hard in the chest while shouting, "Nammy! Nammy!" Matt and I kept calling him Sam like usual throughout breakfast, which made him say, "No! No! Nammy!"

Well, Sammy it is. Or probably not.

Misheard

Last week, Matt, Sam, and I met Jeff for lunch. When we were getting ready to go home, Jeff buckled the kids in the car while I was walking across the parking lot. He said, "You're huge!" No, wait - he actually said (or so he claims), "Nice shoes!" but what I heard was "You're huge!"