TIME FOR SOME CATCH-UP
Over the past 2-3 weeks, there've been a few things here and there that I've jotted down as things I wanted to write about here, but just haven't gotten to. It's important to keep the little things in mind - they're the best ones to write about. As I get busy with work or whatever else, it's easy to let the little things go un-noticed, or even forgotten. The whole reason I started writing these entries was to preserve those little things (and the big things too, of course), so I'll be playing a little catch-up today. This'll be one long post, instead of a bunch of short ones.
STEAM ROLLER OF THE BED
For a little guy, Tobin manages to push us right to the edges of our bed. Every time he's in it. And more often than not, he's in it by morning almost each night.
Just tonight in fact, Kristen was out visiting a friend in the hospital, so I got the boys out of the bath and put them to sleep in our bed (so that the garage door beneath their rooms wouldn't wake them when she returned home). When she got home, we went in to bring them up to their beds. Tobin had rolled Blane all the way to the edge - even causing one of Blane's legs to be hanging to the floor.
I refer to him as the little monster, but really, he's got the spirit of a full sized one.
CHITTER CHATTER
Tobin's once mindless rambling of incoherent words is quickly turning to mindless rambling of coherent ones. He repeats almost every word that passes from our lips, and he uses them constantly. He generally only uses 1-word commands (I say commands, because the kid knows what he wants, and you'd better give it to him. Otherwise you'll see the 'Tippy-Toe Dance'), but has on occassion strung 2 or 3 words together forming something resembling a sentence.
RIght now his talking is really only used for utility - when we wants or needs something from Kristen or I - but I'm soon the days of verbal sparring with his brother aren't far off. He'll be commanding small armies in no time. I'm sure of it.
GOING COMMANDO
When you read this one day, Tobin, you'll be going, "'Friends? What was that show? Sounds stupid!" Anyway, the term, 'going commando' was popularized by 'Friends', and I'm sure most people these days would smile knowingly after reading the title here.
You went Commando the other day, little man. There was a mix-up in communication with your mother and I, and we wound up at Target with you wearing pants and a shirt, but minus any diaper/under pants. Wow.
I noticed you grabbing yourself while we were in the store - that's not been a habit of yours - and I asked if you needed to go potty. To my astonishment, you nodded in the affirmative. So I raced you to the restrooms and you actually stood and went pee like a big boy!
Your mommy thought that maybe we should allow you to go commando more often because you seemed more aware of when you needed to go... Guess we'll see how that turns out.
TRULY, A MONKEY
You know how monkeys like to fling their own poo...? Need I go any further with this one? Ok, I will then.
The past week has resulted in a number of phone calls from Kristen to me. Many have gone something like this, "I found Tobin's diaper. Tobin wasn't in it. Neither was his poo. He picked that up and put it in the toy blender - and everywhere else. I've been cleaning it up for the past 20 minutes."
I must say, from my end of the phone conversation, there was a hint of humor to it. But I don't think Kristen was seeing the humorous side of things. Maybe she will when you read this Tobin - but I suspect at that point, You'll be the one missing the humor in the story. Sorry buddy.
POTTY TRAINING
Despite the last two items, Tobin's potty training is in full swing. He's got his own underpants, and he's regularly letting us know when he's got to go. We're ecstatic that he's almost there. At just 20 months, he's getting there fast. I cannot explain how happy this makes me. My dream of no diapers in '06 isn't fully realized, but it could be close enough!
THE ANGRY LITTLE ELF
I don't know how the name/term came about, but I've taken to referring to Tobin with this often enough. It elicits some giggles, and seems to fit pretty well. When he's unhappy, boy is he every unhappy. And everyone within a mile radius is probably well aware. The kid throws world-class tantrums. But even amidst the worst ones, referring to him as 'an angry little elf' successfully deflates the situation. Here's to the angry little elf...
SWEET LITTLE BOY
At the end of the day, and truly, through-out it in its entirety, Tobin is such a sweet little boy. His smile, and his loves. He constantly exudes a quiet - and extremely loud - sweet nature. He makes me smile when I desperately don't feel like it. He always greets me with a huge smile and matched excitement. He makes my days wonderful. I think it's safe to say he does the same for everyone else as well.
STEAM ROLLER OF THE BED
For a little guy, Tobin manages to push us right to the edges of our bed. Every time he's in it. And more often than not, he's in it by morning almost each night.
Just tonight in fact, Kristen was out visiting a friend in the hospital, so I got the boys out of the bath and put them to sleep in our bed (so that the garage door beneath their rooms wouldn't wake them when she returned home). When she got home, we went in to bring them up to their beds. Tobin had rolled Blane all the way to the edge - even causing one of Blane's legs to be hanging to the floor.
I refer to him as the little monster, but really, he's got the spirit of a full sized one.
CHITTER CHATTER
Tobin's once mindless rambling of incoherent words is quickly turning to mindless rambling of coherent ones. He repeats almost every word that passes from our lips, and he uses them constantly. He generally only uses 1-word commands (I say commands, because the kid knows what he wants, and you'd better give it to him. Otherwise you'll see the 'Tippy-Toe Dance'), but has on occassion strung 2 or 3 words together forming something resembling a sentence.
RIght now his talking is really only used for utility - when we wants or needs something from Kristen or I - but I'm soon the days of verbal sparring with his brother aren't far off. He'll be commanding small armies in no time. I'm sure of it.
GOING COMMANDO
When you read this one day, Tobin, you'll be going, "'Friends? What was that show? Sounds stupid!" Anyway, the term, 'going commando' was popularized by 'Friends', and I'm sure most people these days would smile knowingly after reading the title here.
You went Commando the other day, little man. There was a mix-up in communication with your mother and I, and we wound up at Target with you wearing pants and a shirt, but minus any diaper/under pants. Wow.
I noticed you grabbing yourself while we were in the store - that's not been a habit of yours - and I asked if you needed to go potty. To my astonishment, you nodded in the affirmative. So I raced you to the restrooms and you actually stood and went pee like a big boy!
Your mommy thought that maybe we should allow you to go commando more often because you seemed more aware of when you needed to go... Guess we'll see how that turns out.
TRULY, A MONKEY
You know how monkeys like to fling their own poo...? Need I go any further with this one? Ok, I will then.
The past week has resulted in a number of phone calls from Kristen to me. Many have gone something like this, "I found Tobin's diaper. Tobin wasn't in it. Neither was his poo. He picked that up and put it in the toy blender - and everywhere else. I've been cleaning it up for the past 20 minutes."
I must say, from my end of the phone conversation, there was a hint of humor to it. But I don't think Kristen was seeing the humorous side of things. Maybe she will when you read this Tobin - but I suspect at that point, You'll be the one missing the humor in the story. Sorry buddy.
POTTY TRAINING
Despite the last two items, Tobin's potty training is in full swing. He's got his own underpants, and he's regularly letting us know when he's got to go. We're ecstatic that he's almost there. At just 20 months, he's getting there fast. I cannot explain how happy this makes me. My dream of no diapers in '06 isn't fully realized, but it could be close enough!
THE ANGRY LITTLE ELF
I don't know how the name/term came about, but I've taken to referring to Tobin with this often enough. It elicits some giggles, and seems to fit pretty well. When he's unhappy, boy is he every unhappy. And everyone within a mile radius is probably well aware. The kid throws world-class tantrums. But even amidst the worst ones, referring to him as 'an angry little elf' successfully deflates the situation. Here's to the angry little elf...
SWEET LITTLE BOY
At the end of the day, and truly, through-out it in its entirety, Tobin is such a sweet little boy. His smile, and his loves. He constantly exudes a quiet - and extremely loud - sweet nature. He makes me smile when I desperately don't feel like it. He always greets me with a huge smile and matched excitement. He makes my days wonderful. I think it's safe to say he does the same for everyone else as well.
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