Vivian has instilled her fear of public pooping on poor Rose. I don't mean dropping a load in front of people...I just mean the preference to poop in your home toilet. Rose prefers not to drop a deuce at school, but last week, she got brave with her bathroom behaviors.
When Vivian picked up Rose in the carpool line at school, Rose jumped in the car and reported to Vivian that she had a secret to tell her. Therefore, she whispered to Vivian, "I pooped at school today." Vivian tried to show her enthusiasm, and told Rose how great it was that she pooped at school and how proud she was of her and how she shouldn't be ashamed to poop at other places when she really has to go.
Rose then reported part 2 of her story..."It's still in my pants." Yepper, she had a turd in her underwear. Good times.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
The Yorks Hit Disney...and left their mark(s)
I'll start with a pre-Disney teta milk story and slowly move into poop stories from Disney. Well, Liane has been trying (although not too hard) to wean Chloe for a couple of weeks. Because they were going to Disney, Liane wanted to get her used to taking a bottle so she could leave her. She figured Chloe would slow them down at the parks, and she's not going to remember any of it anyway. Chloe still loves herself some teta sucking, but mostly at night. Clearly, however, nobody wants to volunteer to keep Chloe overnight knowing full well that she'll be waking up screaming for some boobie.
The first couple of nights of trial weaning, Liane would give Jason a bottle for him to give to Chloe when she cried at night. Chloe was not having any of it. She was pissed. Once she learned that the bottle getting shoved in her face meant that she wasn't getting a teta, she started to rebel. On the second night, she punched Jason in the nose when he approached her with a bottle, and he got a bloody nose. She's tough.
By the third night, Carley was at her wits end. When Chloe started crying, Carley screamed, "Give that baby teta milk. I can't sleep!" Liane gave up, and Chloe didn't get weaned and ended up in Disney. Oh well. When Liane realized Chloe was making the trip, she asked my dad if he wanted to join them. He said, "Let me think about it...." (2 second pause) "No thanks." My dad is a smart man.
While in Disney, the York escapades continued. Apparently, Carley was too busy one day to go to the bathroom to take a dump. Therefore, she just went right in her pants. They cleaned her up, discarded her underwear, and took her back to the park sans panties. That night, they had reservations at the Castle. Cooper was sitting at the table complaining about his itchy butt. He was saying, "Hey guys, my butt itches" very loudly. I'm sure their dining neighbors were probably thrilled with the ambiance they were creating. Alice later confessed that Cooper was complaining of an itchy butt when she babysat him before they left, but she told him to tell his parents. She said it wasn't her responsibility to investigate that situation.
So, Cooper had an itchy butt, and then Carley decided she had to poop again. Jason took her to the bathroom but quickly hurried back and said, "We have to get out of here." Carley had pooped all the way to the bathroom and since she had on no panties, her poop spilled out and left a trail from their table to the bathroom in Cinderella's castle.
They quickly collected their belongings and prepared to dine and dash, but Cooper being Cooper stepped directly into a pile of poop and got it all over himself right after Jason said, "Watch your step, son." It just doesn't get any better than this! They took the tran back to the hotel, and Cooper kept begging Jason to sit in his lap. Needless to say, he had to stay in his own seat...Jason was not wanting the poopies on him too.
The first couple of nights of trial weaning, Liane would give Jason a bottle for him to give to Chloe when she cried at night. Chloe was not having any of it. She was pissed. Once she learned that the bottle getting shoved in her face meant that she wasn't getting a teta, she started to rebel. On the second night, she punched Jason in the nose when he approached her with a bottle, and he got a bloody nose. She's tough.
By the third night, Carley was at her wits end. When Chloe started crying, Carley screamed, "Give that baby teta milk. I can't sleep!" Liane gave up, and Chloe didn't get weaned and ended up in Disney. Oh well. When Liane realized Chloe was making the trip, she asked my dad if he wanted to join them. He said, "Let me think about it...." (2 second pause) "No thanks." My dad is a smart man.
While in Disney, the York escapades continued. Apparently, Carley was too busy one day to go to the bathroom to take a dump. Therefore, she just went right in her pants. They cleaned her up, discarded her underwear, and took her back to the park sans panties. That night, they had reservations at the Castle. Cooper was sitting at the table complaining about his itchy butt. He was saying, "Hey guys, my butt itches" very loudly. I'm sure their dining neighbors were probably thrilled with the ambiance they were creating. Alice later confessed that Cooper was complaining of an itchy butt when she babysat him before they left, but she told him to tell his parents. She said it wasn't her responsibility to investigate that situation.
So, Cooper had an itchy butt, and then Carley decided she had to poop again. Jason took her to the bathroom but quickly hurried back and said, "We have to get out of here." Carley had pooped all the way to the bathroom and since she had on no panties, her poop spilled out and left a trail from their table to the bathroom in Cinderella's castle.
They quickly collected their belongings and prepared to dine and dash, but Cooper being Cooper stepped directly into a pile of poop and got it all over himself right after Jason said, "Watch your step, son." It just doesn't get any better than this! They took the tran back to the hotel, and Cooper kept begging Jason to sit in his lap. Needless to say, he had to stay in his own seat...Jason was not wanting the poopies on him too.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Abuelitos
There is just nothing like a grandparent. They love their grand kids and spoil them rotten. They see the good in everything they do. They will rearrange their entire lives to spend time with their grand kids, and if you need them, they are there without even blinking. Well, I'm talking about the most amazing grandparents in the world...our children's grandparents. I just have no idea how we would manage without them.
My dad watches them all at least one day a week and usually takes a baby for a spend the night party weekly. Billy's dad comes several nights a week to help us get them to bed, and he also helps at least one day a week. Marmie comes by some evenings, and she has a full baby rotation schedule, where she will check out a different baby each weekend.
I often take for granted what amazing grandparents they all are. I will talk to a friend or colleague who asks if we have help, and I will tell her about the grandparents, and I always hear the same thing, "I wish my parents/my in-laws helped that much." Most of the time the grandparents come for birthday parties and help when something major is going on, but otherwise, they are not involved. I can't even imagine this!
Coming from my background, where my grandparents were like a second and third set of parents to me, I wouldn't have it any other way. I treasured the relationships I had with Nata, Ka, Nachi, and Go. They made me who I am today. I want our kids' grandparents to help shape their lives. It really does take a village! In our case, we could use 3 villages! I guess we'll take the one really big village we have.
Papa taking the kids for a spin on one of his babysitting days. Our neighbors always comment on how many different people they see with our kids cruising the streets.
Pop-pop Zeigler holding Will and Marie back so that they don't go playing in the street. It's really hard to control 3 toddlers when you set foot outside.
Marmie with Tiny, aka Marie. Marmie is especially happy because Miss Marie has warmed up to her a lot lately. Marie went through a rough period with separation anxiety. She wanted only mommy all the time. She's pretty over it now, but Abby has stepped up to the plate and wants more mommy-time. In fact, if she sits in my lap to read a book, and Will decides to join us, she pushes him off and screams at the top of her lungs. Nice. I can already feel the sibling love.
My dad watches them all at least one day a week and usually takes a baby for a spend the night party weekly. Billy's dad comes several nights a week to help us get them to bed, and he also helps at least one day a week. Marmie comes by some evenings, and she has a full baby rotation schedule, where she will check out a different baby each weekend.
I often take for granted what amazing grandparents they all are. I will talk to a friend or colleague who asks if we have help, and I will tell her about the grandparents, and I always hear the same thing, "I wish my parents/my in-laws helped that much." Most of the time the grandparents come for birthday parties and help when something major is going on, but otherwise, they are not involved. I can't even imagine this!
Coming from my background, where my grandparents were like a second and third set of parents to me, I wouldn't have it any other way. I treasured the relationships I had with Nata, Ka, Nachi, and Go. They made me who I am today. I want our kids' grandparents to help shape their lives. It really does take a village! In our case, we could use 3 villages! I guess we'll take the one really big village we have.
Papa taking the kids for a spin on one of his babysitting days. Our neighbors always comment on how many different people they see with our kids cruising the streets. 
Pop-pop Zeigler holding Will and Marie back so that they don't go playing in the street. It's really hard to control 3 toddlers when you set foot outside. 
Marmie with Tiny, aka Marie. Marmie is especially happy because Miss Marie has warmed up to her a lot lately. Marie went through a rough period with separation anxiety. She wanted only mommy all the time. She's pretty over it now, but Abby has stepped up to the plate and wants more mommy-time. In fact, if she sits in my lap to read a book, and Will decides to join us, she pushes him off and screams at the top of her lungs. Nice. I can already feel the sibling love. Sunday, October 18, 2009
Just pics...no time
Sorry I haven't had much time to blog it out. I am super busy with work right now, and I'm heading into a very hectic travel season. However, I have so many cute pictures, and I wanted to at least get those up here for you all to enjoy!
Also, I wanted to give a weight and length update from their 15 month checkup:
Abby is 23 lbs, 5 ozs (55th percentile) and 32 1/4 inches (90th percentile).
Will is 22 lbs, 5 ozs (25th percentile) and 31 1/4 inches (50th percentile).
Marie is 21 lbs, 4 ozs (35th percentile) and 30 7/8 inches (55th percentile).
We went to Lily's birthday party, and it was cold out! Marie barfed in the car on the way there so we arrived in style...with a baby covered in vomit. Anyway, they had tons of fun at the party. They had a petting zoo and pony rides. We'll get some pics of the pony rides posted later.
Look at Abby's crazy hair. It's super curly, and when she wakes up from naps, it's all over the place.
Will and Abby crammed themselves into this tiny corner. Soon, a fight broke out, and we had to separate them. Alice wants me to post a video of baby's fighting. I'll have to instigate something and get out the recorder.
Is that a daycare center? No, it's our family room. Toys everywhere!
This was last month, but I forgot to get the picture up, and it's too cute not to post. Here is our trio, along with several of Billy's friends children. From right to left, we have the Sce Twins, The Zeigler trips, Ben Elliott, and Carina Magnus. So many adorable kids!
Our belly button bandit, Marie. She's totally obsessed with it. Always pokes at it. I have to clean it out every couple of days with an alcohol swab because I'm afraid she's going to get an infection from all the touching.
Abby decided she was not tired enough to take a morning nap in her bed, but she needed to rest her eyes when lunch time rolled around. We are working on trying to get them down to one nap a day, and it's not going so well. Can you tell?
Also, I wanted to give a weight and length update from their 15 month checkup:
Abby is 23 lbs, 5 ozs (55th percentile) and 32 1/4 inches (90th percentile).
Will is 22 lbs, 5 ozs (25th percentile) and 31 1/4 inches (50th percentile).
Marie is 21 lbs, 4 ozs (35th percentile) and 30 7/8 inches (55th percentile).
We went to Lily's birthday party, and it was cold out! Marie barfed in the car on the way there so we arrived in style...with a baby covered in vomit. Anyway, they had tons of fun at the party. They had a petting zoo and pony rides. We'll get some pics of the pony rides posted later. 
Look at Abby's crazy hair. It's super curly, and when she wakes up from naps, it's all over the place. 
Will and Abby crammed themselves into this tiny corner. Soon, a fight broke out, and we had to separate them. Alice wants me to post a video of baby's fighting. I'll have to instigate something and get out the recorder. 
Is that a daycare center? No, it's our family room. Toys everywhere! 
This was last month, but I forgot to get the picture up, and it's too cute not to post. Here is our trio, along with several of Billy's friends children. From right to left, we have the Sce Twins, The Zeigler trips, Ben Elliott, and Carina Magnus. So many adorable kids!
Our belly button bandit, Marie. She's totally obsessed with it. Always pokes at it. I have to clean it out every couple of days with an alcohol swab because I'm afraid she's going to get an infection from all the touching.
Abby decided she was not tired enough to take a morning nap in her bed, but she needed to rest her eyes when lunch time rolled around. We are working on trying to get them down to one nap a day, and it's not going so well. Can you tell?Thursday, October 1, 2009
Last resort
Last Sunday, Will was not feeling well. He was feverish, cranky, had a runny nose, and was just generally miserable. We went to my dad's house for lunch as usual, and Cooper took a special interest in Will's sickness.
I was walking around holding Will trying to soothe him, and Cooper was following me, trying to help. He first suggested we put him in the crib because he might be tired. We tried that...Will cried harder. Cooper said, "That didn't work." The next suggestion was that we rock him. I sat in the rocking chair, and Will kept crying. Cooper said that perhaps singing would help. Therefore, we sang a couple of rounds of "Happy Birthday" and then "The Itsy Bitsy Spider." Unsuccessful.
Finally, Cooper turned to me and said, "Leslie, I think he's going to need some teta milk." As I've mentioned in other posts, teta is the word for boob in Spanish. This was Cooper's last resort option. I told Cooper that I didn't have any teta milk; it was all dried up. His response was, "OH, BROTHER!" Then he said, "Well, I'll just ask my mom to warm him up a bottle." He looked very disappointed by this option...like he knew it was clearly not going to work. That kid cracks me up all the time.
We ended up at an after-hours clinic with Will that night because I couldn't get his fever down--it was over 102 after taking Tylenol. When we got to the clinic, it was 104! He had tonsillitis, double ear infection, and his molars were breaking through. Poor little man. I spent 2 or 3 sleepless nights caring for him, but he's better now. I'm just hoping the tonsillitis doesn't spread to the little ladies.
Well, back by popular demand, I have new baby videos. Check them out below. I have drafted my tributes to Will and Marie, but I'm still putting the finishing touches on them. Those are coming soon!
I was walking around holding Will trying to soothe him, and Cooper was following me, trying to help. He first suggested we put him in the crib because he might be tired. We tried that...Will cried harder. Cooper said, "That didn't work." The next suggestion was that we rock him. I sat in the rocking chair, and Will kept crying. Cooper said that perhaps singing would help. Therefore, we sang a couple of rounds of "Happy Birthday" and then "The Itsy Bitsy Spider." Unsuccessful.
Finally, Cooper turned to me and said, "Leslie, I think he's going to need some teta milk." As I've mentioned in other posts, teta is the word for boob in Spanish. This was Cooper's last resort option. I told Cooper that I didn't have any teta milk; it was all dried up. His response was, "OH, BROTHER!" Then he said, "Well, I'll just ask my mom to warm him up a bottle." He looked very disappointed by this option...like he knew it was clearly not going to work. That kid cracks me up all the time.
We ended up at an after-hours clinic with Will that night because I couldn't get his fever down--it was over 102 after taking Tylenol. When we got to the clinic, it was 104! He had tonsillitis, double ear infection, and his molars were breaking through. Poor little man. I spent 2 or 3 sleepless nights caring for him, but he's better now. I'm just hoping the tonsillitis doesn't spread to the little ladies.
Well, back by popular demand, I have new baby videos. Check them out below. I have drafted my tributes to Will and Marie, but I'm still putting the finishing touches on them. Those are coming soon!
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