This week: March 4

This week:

Wade gave me a piece of Chex cereal to eat from his hand. I ate it, and unknowingly created a monster. Now I am expected to eat everything those grubby hands offer me.

Wade has continued to throw things down the stairs. He especially loves standing on the landing while we toss pillows up for him to watch as they fall down.

Husband, Wade, Stella and I all took a Sunday afternoon nap at the same time. It was amazing.

I vacuumed my counters. Twice.

Wade has been taking random little rests all over the house. Run, run, run, run, run...take a little break:

The new storage spot for Husband's basketball is in the washing machine.

I made a Wade a ribbon box:

Wade completely tore apart the rock boot holder thing I made this summer. I threw away the rocks, but am still finding them everywhere. In shoes, the washing machine and the toilet.

All the toilets now have locks on them.

Wade came out of the bathroom holding the toilet brush like a king with his scepter.

I discarded all the toilet bowl brushes.

I made this:

I'm calling it art because it's on a canvas, but it's really just a silly craft to hang on the play room wall.

I tried introducing Wade to coloring, but he just wanted to dump the crayons out and stand on the paper.

Wade chewed on his shoe at church and got black all over his face:

We've been going to stores and using them like a play place (cause there aren't any in Northfield!). I just follow him while he walks around:

Husband and I went to a Minnesota Wild hockey game and all I could think about the whole time was food.

I am no longer morning sick (knock on wood) but still have to eat a lot and frequently. Keeping Wade and me both fed is a full time job.

I discovered that Wade can eat his weight in butterfly pasta.

Wade discovered that he can make noises by covering/uncovering his mouth with his hand. And I have a video that I can't figure out how to load...fail!

I watered a plant and didn't know it leaked because our passports soaked up all the excess water. FAIL! They're hanging up to dry in the bathroom. That's what I get for watering my plants! Or for not putting our passports away for almost a month - oops! 


This week: Feb 25

I found Tupperware in my washing machine. Multiple times.

I finally installed a toilet seat latch. Just in the master bath. The spare bath has a pack of Costco toilet paper holding it down, cause we’re classy like that.

I am munching on post-Valentine’s day candy that I got on Target clearance. I occasionally share with Wade, but he probably shouldn’t eat so unhealthy (whereas, it’s totally okay for me).

Wade and I have been reading lots of books. Or rather a few books, lots of times. Especially one about a tiger with a furry tum.

I got all caught up on laundry. That statement is now void since, y’know, one year olds.

Wade has been throwing things over the gate and down the stairs. I can hear him grunt with effort, then the tumbling toy, then a shriek of glee.  

I am close to being okay with cutting Wade’s hair, since everyone continues to call him a girl. But how does one do that? Guarantee he won’t cooperate.

Wade and I have been lying on his elephant quilt touching all the elephants and finding their eyes. Okay, I am finding their eyes and trying to show Wade where his eyes are and where mama’s eyes are. But he just takes it as an invitation to put his finger up my nose.

I have been avoiding Wade’s fingers going up my nose – he really, really likes that game.

I have been avoiding Wade’s other new game of pulling mama’s hair. His eyes light up when he sees a clear shot. It’s terrifying.

Stella has been seeking out sunny spots on the carpet to take nice naps in.

Wade has been seeking out Stella during her naps to annoy her.

I have a paper shopping bag bouncing around my upstairs because it makes great crinkle noises when crawled upon.

We are using toilet paper off the floor/from a bag because Wade discovered how to unroll said toilet paper.

I ate an entire bag of Cheetos. That wasn’t this whole week, just today.

I discovered that what I thought were attempted Wade bites were actually (slobbery) open mouth kisses. Easily confused since they do sometimes turn into bites.