Archive for January, 2013

Walking Walking Walking

January 19, 2013 8:10 pm

This afternoon Trevor finally realized that he could stand up on his own. Now we have realized that he could do this for several weeks now but he has been too afraid to let go of our hands even though we weren’t really holding him up. He finally got up the courage to stay standing rather than immediately plopping himself down onto his bottom when we let go. Since he was standing he figured he might as well try giving walking a shot too…

My little puppy

8:04 pm

It seems we got a little puppy when I wasn’t looking.

When Steve came home the other evening, Trevor crawled over to him, nuzzled against his leg and panted excitedly. Then he pulled himself up like a little doggy standing with its hind legs and panted some more in excitement with drool dripping down his chin.

Woof Woof

Tabasco Free Zone

January 10, 2013 9:31 am

A while back, Jace brought a Thermos of chili for lunch and wanted to bring Tabasco sauce with him. I gave him the whole jar to pack in his lunch and bring back home at the end of the day.
Which he did.
And he said he used it, and he liked it, and we thought no more of it.

Last night at dinner, the topic of Tabasco sauce came up again, and Jace mentioned that though he had used it in his lunch at school, he had waited until nobody was looking before he added it to his chili.

“Because I don’t think we’re allowed to have Tabasco sauce at school.”
“Why not?”
“Well… at the front door where the 5th graders go in, there’s a sign that says something like… let me think… it says something like Tabasco Free Emergency.”
“Tabasco Free Emergency?”
“or Tabasco Free Zone…”

But of course! I should have realized that.
Most schools in the country are Tabasco Free zones. No chewing Tabasco, no smoking Tabasco, …

Remind me to follow up with a separate conversation about whether or not the right way to approach prohibited activities is just to do them when nobody else is looking.

The years go by

January 5, 2013 8:58 pm

I was sitting here pondering a friend’s comment than I say each age is harder than the last. I think maybe because just as I get the hang of how to handle a 4 year old, 5 year olds bring new challenges that I have no clue how to handle. Unfortunately kids don’t come with owners manuals and thus we have to figure out how to do it as we go along. And as soon as we get one age figured out, they go and grow, bringing a whole new set of issues to contend with. But I still stand by my statement that it shouldn’t be called the terrible twos but rather the trying threes. Five is definitely no picnic either although I hear it is much worse with boys than girls.

Interestingly, so many people have told me that 2 is way more than twice the work of one. Not feeling that at all. Obviously there are twice the number of bedtimes to do, lunches to make etc but I am finding babyhood so much easier this time around. That Jace is older too might help. At 5 he is just more self sufficient and can, occasionally, actually help out by gathering things we need to leave or amusing Trevor while I go to the bathroom. It is the small things right?

(C) Steve and Heather Leibman, 2007.