Day 18: Why Timmy Is Awesome

Because he’s never met a person he can’t be friends with (the other day he hugged around the waist a complete stranger sitting outside our local Amish bulk store – YIKES!)

Today, he wrote his very first story problem: “Mom loves Timmy. How many did she love him?” (I answered 10. He said, “Mom, it’s a story problem.” Apparently there aren’t supposed to be numbers in those.)

Tonight he sat down at the only seat at the dinner table that didn’t have a plate at it and didn’t realize it until Erin pointed it out to him.

This afternoon, we played Uno and did hidden pictures and looked up jokes on the Highlights website. He can even use the mouse by himself.

When Megan got to go with Grandma by herself, he cried loudly. I told him I thought he’d survive. “No,” he sobbed from his car seat, “I don’t think I will survive!”

Because this is how he ate breakfast one day last week:

And then, he had this exchange with one of the teachers today:

She: “Timmy, how old are you?”

Tim: “I’m the number between 3 and 5.”

She: “When is your birthday?”

Tim: “December 29.”

“So,” she said, “your birthday is right after what?”

Tim: Halloween!

 

Days in the Life

Last week, I had a head cold that wiped out my attention span. I felt fine, for the most part, but couldn’t focus on anything for any length of time. Also, in that week, I had dinner guests on 3 different days and a family birthday party here on Saturday. Good times.

On Saturday, we had Megan’s birthday party. She is five years of crazy fun. Will do another Megan post at some future time, but the gathering went very well. My grandparents came down. Grandma told Pam that she was there with her dad (“That old guy,” she called Grandpa), and she told Grandpa on the drive home that they’d been at a Cathcart reunion all day. Megan got everything she wanted, including an Anna costume, complete with wand and shoes. And she helped me decorate her cake, which wasn’t my best offering, but she loved it. So that was all that mattered.

This week was the Zanesville Kids consignment sale, so I had to prep that, and MOPS, on Monday. We’re still having issues with set up, so I took all 4 from the bus to ZCMA and set up myself (30 min. prep + 1 hour drive). But they had fun, and it went fine. But I am not happy that I have to do the setup myself pretty much all year.

Anyway, Tuesday was MOPS and more prep. I was beat.

Wednesday, we dropped off the consignment stuff and celebrated Megan’s actual birthday. She got a princess backpack on her birthday, and she asked me before bed if she “could go to school tomorrow.” She was deeply saddened when I told her no. Poor kid. Next August is a long time away. 🙂

Today, I cleaned. I cleaned the kitchen, the dining room, swept the floor, picked up all the trash. I did some laundry. I edited. In the afternoon, I washed toys that were dirty and mildewed. I also washed the stroller and two large coolers that were too gross to use. I tidied and made supper and cleaned up supper and Eric did homework with kids. Then baths and prayers and bed. A day in the life for sure.

Other events of note from today. I forgot to make the twins’  lunches this morning. Oops. I remembered at 8:15. Between then and 8:30 when we had to go up to meet the bus, Megan let the puppies (accidentally) into the basement THREE times. Three. Seriously?

Also, tonight, Timmy peed in the potty for the first time. He asked to go when I finished. Would not take no for an answer. Pulled down his pants and asked for me to take off his diaper. I lifted him up and (it took him a minute)…he peed! He was very proud. I made a big deal of it. He got a Starburst for doing it. Of course, I still have no intention of potty training the kid yet. Not.gonna.happen. But hey, if he’s going to demand a chance, I’ll let him try. Oh, the joy…

Winter Wonderings

So here I am on a cold, snowy afternoon characterized by the unusual reality that I don’t have much pressing for my time right now. I’m between writing jobs. Two of the crazies are at school, the other two are napping. I’m almost caught up on laundry. I should do some house-keeping. But instead, I’m going to recap a few things from the last few…well, from the recent past!

The holidays were busy, but good. I accidentally overbooked myself on writing projects (feast or famine, feast or famine), so that did complicate things. But overall, we had a good time. Lots of family. The kids seemed to enjoy themselves. Eric had his first real break in months and made the most of his 10 days off with work on the new house, hanging with us, and generally relaxing. It was nice. And now we’re working to get back into the swing of things and of normal life again. And that is good, too.

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So…I don’t do rodents. Do.not.do.rodents. Gross! I’m pretty sure my kids will be more than hard-pressed to talk me into even the fluffiest of rodent pets. Just…shudder! Anyway, not surprisingly, we have lots of mice (not pet ones) in the doublewide (in, under, above, throughout…), but more surprisingly, I have not had much trouble with them getting on my counter. Until this winter. Suddenly, there were traces of mice on my counter. Mouse poop…YUCK! Also, he hauled an entire still-wrapped Hershey’s kiss from inside a cup of candy on the far side of the stove back across the stove to the sink area, stripped its wrapper and ate (or disappeared with) the entire piece of candy. Leaving nothing but the wrapper. What kind of mouse does that?!? (By the way the upside of the whole thing is that I’ve actually been cleaning up my kitchen all.the.way before I go to bed at night. I mean, I can’t always control the amount of food crumbs scattered about on the carpets, but if I leave those and clean my counters, maybe the mice will stay on the floor, right?)

Anyway, since I don’t do rodents, Eric is responsible for all mouse traps: baiting, setting, finding, removing with dead things in tow. Seriously, I’ve been known to leave a dead mouse in the trap in the corner for a whole day until Eric is home to take it out. I don’t do rodents. So anyway, Eric remembered, after a few days, to set the trap one night before we went to bed. That night, I woke up to the oddest sound. I could NOT figure out what the kids were doing. Out into the living room at 1 a.m. to realize the sound was coming from the kitchen, not the bedrooms. Realizing what it likely was…I went back to bed. I heard that mousetrap being smacked around more than once that night, and when Eric got up he found a “big guy” of a mouse (Eric’s words), head in the trap, clear on the other side of the kitchen from where the trap had been set. Apparently, it hadn’t snapped his neck when it released, and he flailed around my kitchen floor all night until he ended up by the back door too strangled to move any more or whatever. Eric took him outside to freeze the rest of the way to his demise. And I haven’t had any more signs of mice on my counters since then.

Me: 1, Mouse: dead. Yay!

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In happier news, my sweet little Timmy guy turned 2 just after Christmas. He is just the happiest, fun little guy, and we love him to pieces. I should do a whole post about him, but for the sake of “who-knows-when-I’ll-blog-again” reality, I’ll just give you a quick update here.

  • Timmy hates peanut butter. He will not eat it. Refuses anything with PB on it. Crazy!
  • In the last three weeks, he has suddenly grown a ton. Not necessarily taller as much as he just suddenly looks and acts like a bigger kid instead of a baby. Thankfully, the amount of snuggling has actually gone up with this recent spurt, but he’s quickly becoming a preschooler, instead of my baby-toddler!
  • Also in the last three weeks, Tim’s verbal skills have taken off like a rocket. Suddenly, what had been, until now, mostly grunts and pointing has turned into actual words and syllables and phrases. He says the numbers 1-9 (I didn’t know this). He can do some colors (I didn’t know this). He actually names some people, some toys, and some of his food (I didn’t know he could do that either). I think that, by my birthday, he’ll be predominantly verbal. How fun!!
  • Also, I have to give most of the credit for his new verbal skills to Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. I really need to start working with him more. 🙂
  • And because, he’s just adorable…here’s my sweet little guy:

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Yesterday, we had a snow day. At one point, Erin tattled that Megan was coloring lipstick on herself with marker (and on her teeth and such). I announced that no one should be drawing on themselves with markers – or others, for that matter. No markers on skin. A few minutes later, I walked out of a bedroom and realized the bathroom door was ajar. I pushed on it to see Alex, on the stool, shirtless, a purple marker in one hand. His other hand was already purple and he was on his way up the arm. He looked up at me, eyes wide. I said, “What are you doing? I just said not to… – wait, are you turning yourself into a purple minion?”  Yes. Yes, he was.

Needless to say, I burst out laughing. If I’d been a few minutes later, he’d have been half-purple before I caught him. He wouldn’t tell me what he’d been planning either. He was truly bummed I wouldn’t let him color himself purple. Thankfully, he doesn’t have access to body paint!

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I’m knitting a hat. First one ever. I might actually finish it before the end of winter! This would be a first for me (finishing a knitting project within the season I started it, I mean)!

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On a less happy note, my grandfather passed away on Tuesday, January 6. He would have been 92 this Saturday. It was a good week, emotional of course, but good. His life was well lived. He loved Jesus. He was getting tired. And he passed easily and painlessly at home. Eric and I drove to Buffalo (5.5 hours each way) in a day to make the calling hours, but getting the chance to say goodbye was worth it (and 10 hours alone in a quiet car with Eric was nice, too!). Of course, we will all miss him. Very, very much. But we are rejoicing that he is finally home.

Actually, though, of all the things that filled 2014 for us, grief had one of the largest places. My uncle and grandfather passed away. Eric lost his grandfather and two great-uncles. The local church we attend lost a couple more older saints. The town’s community was rocked by a hunting death on a Monday. The nearby Amish community lost a bishop most tragically in a farming accident the following day. It has been a hard, hard year. And honestly, I’ll be okay if 2015 is much less sad.

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Looking ahead, our house is coming along. We have a full roof (it took almost 2 weeks after the shingles were complete to have the ridge vent installed, and it rained regularly during that time). We have a furnace. The stone work is finished. The electrical is roughed-in. The insulation is being installed this week, with the dry wall to follow soon. The siding guy was out measuring yesterday. So we are definitely making progress. Of course, the sheer number of details that have to be decided once the walls are done – yikes! But hey, we’ll get it all done, one piece at a time. And then you are all invited to come see it!

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And I think that’s about all that was floating around in my head for right now. I’m sure there’s more. I’m sure I need to start blogging every day or two again. Maybe that will be a good goal to set for 2015 for myself. We shall see, though. We shall see.

Happy Wednesday!

Day 17: Timmy

So I never did an official “Timmy is 18 months old!” post. He’s now 21 months old, almost 22, but hey, better late than never!

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Our Timmy is quite the adventurer. He loves big trucks and equipment. Semis, dump trucks, fire engines, skid steers – he loves them all. Even a pickup truck will bring a squeal of delight as we drive somewhere. I even downloaded some big truck coloring pages for him to color, which were a big hit! But he doesn’t just want to watch the vehicles. He wants to drive them! He loves to get in the driver side of the car or van and push the buttons and steer back and forth. He even tries to put the keys into the steering column. Thankfully, he hasn’t figured that one out yet, but he’s gotten close a couple of times.

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Verbally, Tim’s not particularly motivated to move forward. Apparently, his grunts and vague sounds are enough to communicate so he sees no need to give us actual words and syllables. He does “yeah” while nodding his head. He has a number of words, really, but he won’t say them on cue. And he prefers to use sounds instead of words. Tractors are “beep-beep,” cows are “da boooo.” Large equipment all say “Wee-oh” though that really means fire engine. Monkeys are “ah-ah” and so on and so on. He can, however, tell a whole knock-knock joke with his “timmy-speak” which is kind of entertaining. It goes something like this:

T: Nah-nah.

Us: Who’s there?

T: Da-doh.

Us: Daddy who?

T: Ma-ma!

Um…right. But he’s super cute while he says it, so we laugh every time.

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Speaking of cute, Timmy definitely qualifies. He’s got a smile that will melt your heart, though it’s a good bit ornery, too. His whole face lights up when he’s happy. And his whole self melts into a puddle when he’s sad. He gives giant hugs, and when he wants your attention (okay, my attention), he climbs up behind me, leans around my shoulder and repeats “Mam. Mam. Mam. Mam.” until I finally go “Timmy, WHAT?” Apparently, he’s figured out that being last could make him less noticed…and he’s compensating now. Yay.

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Timmy loves Mo Willems. LOVES anything he writes. He likes to sing “Itsy Bitsy Spider” and “Pop Goes the Weasel” (though another recent favorite was Andy Grammar’s “Keep Your Head Up” – go figure). He does the motions for the spider, sometimes. And sometimes, he’ll sing EIEIO during Old MacDonald. Sometimes. If he’s in the mood. And if he doesn’t think too many people are watching. 😉

He really loves his siblings. Erin is, generally, his favorite. They are both social and respond similarly. But he LOVES doing boy-stuff with Alex. If you’re chasing Alex through the house, so is Timmy. Knocking down towers – he’s in. Running in circles or bouncing on couch cushions – Timmy’s right there, too. He’s pretty sure he’s a big kid. Or about to be…at any second.

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Really, Timmy is still jolly and fun. He dances to music, nods along to questions on Mickey Mouse, and asks to watch Curious George all the time. He’s starting to really push his boundaries, so we are definitely into the Terrible Two’s. But we love him to pieces, and we are so very blessed to have that little man in our midst.

Love ya, Tim-Tim!

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10 Years, 17 Months

Today is a big day in our house.

One one hand, today marks our ten-year anniversary. I hear the old fashioned way to celebrate is a gift in tin or aluminum. The ‘modern’ list mentions diamond jewelry. We went the pizza-for-dinner, watch-a-movie-with-the-kids route instead (Rio was the movie, in case you were wondering). And Eric bought me flowers. Let’s just say he knows me pretty well by now, so he bought me flowers I can plant outside and not feel guilty about forgetting to water them.

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And we did spend some time looking at pictures from that crazy day. The kids enjoyed seeing us. Alex wanted to know why we looked so different (I told him it’s because I haven’t slept for 5 years. ;-)) Mostly I’m just thankful we could look at the pictures because for some reason we could not find them on the computer (we did finally find the cds and got them uploaded where we can back them up regularly…whew!)

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Of course, I can do all the “can’t believe it’s been 10 years” and “wow, we’ve been through so much” and that would be true. But I’ll just say this: in the last decade, we’ve done a lot of fun stuff and some hard stuff (like the first six months of parenting twins). But in the last year, we stepped it up a notch, stepped out, together, to try for something more than we had before. It’s been harder than I could have imagined. But it is ours. And I cannot imagine doing this life with anyone other than Eric Hogue. He grounds me. He puts up with my crazy ups-n-downs. He never, ever complains. And I’m so very grateful for these years. I hope to have many, many more. But for tonight, I’m just so glad I have all the memories we’ve made and I have his hand to hold.

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On a different note…on the other hand, to complete the parallel structure from above… today is also the day that Timmy turns 17 months old! What a crazy, funny, wonderful little guy he is, too.

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He’s in that stage of frustration. He knows what he wants. But pointing and grunting isn’t working anymore. He jabbers, thinking he’s saying something real, repeating the same syllables with the same inflections, over and over. But…it means nothing. I’m really hoping we see a huge leap forward in his verbal skills soon.

Of course, there are some words that he can do. He does “down” a lot. Also “done.” And “fishy” is pretty clear these days. He does call me by name, though it’s always “da mama.” Eric was “Da-doh” for a while, but now it’s slipping into “ba-ba,” which is odd because Timmy has a clear word for my dad which is “pa-pa.” And they’re clearly not the same word. So I’m not sure what the connection is. But it makes sense to Tim. Sometimes he seems to have an actual name for Erin, and sometimes Alex. But Megan’s got nothing yet.

He LOVES books. Loves them. He will sit and flip through the books, pointing out the pictures and hearing the words over and over. He just discovered a Rainbow Fish color book that he reads constantly. And he loves to make elephant sounds. Occasionally we can get a cow sound, but it comes out “boo” and he does no other animals sounds at all.

The boy never walks. He runs. Always. You put him down, he puts one foot out in front and then he runs until he falls down or gets where he meant to go. He climbs everything. Falls off of things regularly. He eats markers. Eats.them. And he still loves to put on play hats whenever he gets the chance. He plays chase and very desperately wants to be big enough to do the stuff Alex can do. In a couple of years, we will have quite a duo of boy-ness to enjoy.

Timmy loves to be outside. He loves to swing (but prefers the big kids’ swings). He’s already figured out how to let himself out the door (not good for me) and get back in (better for me), but he would stay outside all day if he could. He likes to ‘drive’ things, turning steering wheels and messing with levers or knobs. We’re working to break his addiction to electronics (he likes that he can touch the pictures and something happens), but he’s better than he used to be.

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Really, at 17 months, he’s just a sweet and fabulous little man. I’m so glad he still likes to snuggle, especially at bedtime. And he’s still my jolly soul. He’s got a laugh that will melt your heart. But he’s definitely growing up. I’m just so glad to be along for his ride. So very, very glad.

So yes, today is a big day in our house. 10 years and 17 months. Can’t wait to see where we go from here!