William and Michael and I went to the arboretum while we were in Davis. Boy did we have fun!
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Playing at the arboretum
William and Michael and I went to the arboretum while we were in Davis. Boy did we have fun!
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Visiting Cousins
We went to Davis March 8th through the 15th - and Will and Elizabeth got to hang out with cousin Maddy! Woo hoo! How cute are they together?
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Will turns Two!
For his birthday, we celebrated at home family style! Lasagna, Two Balloons, and a 2 Cake. Will made us sing Happy Birthday three times so he could blow out the candle three times. He liked that part a lot. We'd end, he'd say "Again!" and we'd light the candle and start over. . .
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Sissy can grab toys!
She's so proud of herself, making this toy play music by pulling on it - she literally giggles with happiness! I think this started about a week ago.
She's also desperately trying to roll from her back to her front. As I'm watching right now, she's flinging her legs over and getting herself into a full pike position on her side. . . blowing bubbles and cooing in glee that she can make it that far! :)
Just Like Daddy
William has been learning to do many new things. Among these is the dubious ability to apply deodorant. He smells excellent these days.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Trees, Hats, Drums and Desks
William would like to put his vote in for having an extended Christmas time - he brought the tree stand in from outside and said "Tree, please."
The hat he decided to wear backwards.
The drum is an awesome gift from Gretchen and David.
The desk was a gift from the Fishers - William takes a bit of time to study each day now.
First Official Sentence!
Well, today we had our first official episode of violence against Sissy. And our first real sentence from William. One made me very upset, the other very glad.
Sissy was nursing, and I could tell Will was pretty jealous. He'd come up onto the couch with us, but kept wanting more of my attention. He had stuck his foot on her head, and when I told him that was a 'no' he did it again. I raised my eyebrows in the most scornful, scary, parenting look I have, and he stopped immediately. But I knew something was coming.
He was playing with a phone that Hannah had given him, and he's opening it, closing it, playing with the battery; and all of a sudden, with great force hauls off and throws it at Sissy's head. Thank God that even though I'm a klutz I do have good reflexes. I deflected the throw, put Sissy down and proceeded to discipline William. I plunked him down in tears on the rocking chair and told him to stay there until he could tell me and Sissy 'sorry.'
After a minute of cooling down, I say, "You don't hit Sissy, ever, right?"
"Yes," he replies.
"You need to say sorry to Mama and to Sissy."
"Sorry." "Sorry Siss."
Excellent. I reinforce the "You don't hit Sissy" rule. He climbs up on the couch with us. And he's talking under his breath. . . after a minute I realize what he's saying (over and over again). . .
"Don't throw phone at Sissy." "Don't throw phone at Sissy." "Don't throw phone at Sissy."
This afternoon he's just woken up from his nap, and he's walking around saying "Don't hit Sissy." "Don't hit Sissy." "Don't hit Sissy." Here's to the boy not only making a sentence but putting the lesson into his long term memory!!
Sissy was nursing, and I could tell Will was pretty jealous. He'd come up onto the couch with us, but kept wanting more of my attention. He had stuck his foot on her head, and when I told him that was a 'no' he did it again. I raised my eyebrows in the most scornful, scary, parenting look I have, and he stopped immediately. But I knew something was coming.
He was playing with a phone that Hannah had given him, and he's opening it, closing it, playing with the battery; and all of a sudden, with great force hauls off and throws it at Sissy's head. Thank God that even though I'm a klutz I do have good reflexes. I deflected the throw, put Sissy down and proceeded to discipline William. I plunked him down in tears on the rocking chair and told him to stay there until he could tell me and Sissy 'sorry.'
After a minute of cooling down, I say, "You don't hit Sissy, ever, right?"
"Yes," he replies.
"You need to say sorry to Mama and to Sissy."
"Sorry." "Sorry Siss."
Excellent. I reinforce the "You don't hit Sissy" rule. He climbs up on the couch with us. And he's talking under his breath. . . after a minute I realize what he's saying (over and over again). . .
"Don't throw phone at Sissy." "Don't throw phone at Sissy." "Don't throw phone at Sissy."
This afternoon he's just woken up from his nap, and he's walking around saying "Don't hit Sissy." "Don't hit Sissy." "Don't hit Sissy." Here's to the boy not only making a sentence but putting the lesson into his long term memory!!
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