Logan: Do you know what snow turns into when it melts away?
Me: water.
Logan: NO! it turns into milk! snow is white and so is milk.
Me: are you sure?
Logan: mom, i know what i'm talkin' about.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
Kids Say the Darndest Things.
One of my favorite parts of being a mom is listening to my son. there are times i wish i could strap a video camera on his head so i could record everything and never miss a moment.
during the summer we are always spending time out on the deck bbqing and spending time with our closest friends. one evening we had just sat down to eat, and logan asked for a glass of milk. i handed it to him, and without any hesitation he looked at emilie and said "is this breast milk?" you could tell he wasn't trying to be funny, he was asking a completely serious question. i was completely caught off guard, so of course my first reaction what "what did you just say?" great, christina. ask him to repeat something he probably shouldn't have said in the first place. instead of repeating what he said, he apparently thought he had said a naughty word, so he sheepishly said "boob milk?" obvisouly he was spending too much time listening to the grown-ups at daycare...
the three of us love camping during the summer. i suppose camping just wouldn't be camping if something didn't go wrong on each trip. the 2nd time we went camping with Logan, which was Labor Day weekend, 2007. Logan was a little over 2 at the time, and just learning how to explore absolutely everything he wasn't familiar with. which included the grill. sure enough, in a split second logan walked right up to the hot grill and put his index finger on the outside, and burnt the crap out of his poor little finger. he handled it much better than i did. it blistered up, but after hanging on to a cold can of soda for awhile his spirits healed up, and his fascination with his new "owie" started. every 5 minutes we heard "look at my owie" or "i have an owie." not only did steve & i hear about it for MONTHS, but so did every other person logan was around. including train conducters when we rode Thomas the Train, and grochery store clerks, and perfect strangers. He was pretty shy about talking to new people, but it was a completely different story when he came to sharing his owie. this went on, litterly, for months. long after any traces of his owie remained. even to this day if we talk about not touching grills or anything hot he'll say "you can't do that cuz you'll get an owie, like this one.... right here...."
some kids are storytellers, some kids act things out, some kids sing. logan sings. he won't sing on command, but he loves to sing when he thinks no one is listening, mostly when he's in the bathroom. most are normal preschool songs, Twinkle Twinkle or Row Row Boat, and not-so-normal songs for a toddler. Like "Brand New Girlfriend" by Steve Holy & "Whatever You Like" by T.I. Logan absolutely loved listening to "Brand New Girlfriend", to the extent that I actually made him his own copy of a cd with nothing except that song on it, so he could listen to it over and over and over. He can't sing the whole thing, but its just as cute to hear him sing "i godda bran new girlfriend, we really jumped down the deep end...hoochie cooo..." i asked him once if he had a girlfriend yet, and he said "no, not yet, i still gotta get one." "actually, i'll probably get a whole bunch, like this many (holding up 10 fingers)."
and last but not least, proof that my innocent little boy isn't a baby anymore... (he's going to be so angry with me when i show this picture to EVERYONE when he graduates!)
during the summer we are always spending time out on the deck bbqing and spending time with our closest friends. one evening we had just sat down to eat, and logan asked for a glass of milk. i handed it to him, and without any hesitation he looked at emilie and said "is this breast milk?" you could tell he wasn't trying to be funny, he was asking a completely serious question. i was completely caught off guard, so of course my first reaction what "what did you just say?" great, christina. ask him to repeat something he probably shouldn't have said in the first place. instead of repeating what he said, he apparently thought he had said a naughty word, so he sheepishly said "boob milk?" obvisouly he was spending too much time listening to the grown-ups at daycare...
the three of us love camping during the summer. i suppose camping just wouldn't be camping if something didn't go wrong on each trip. the 2nd time we went camping with Logan, which was Labor Day weekend, 2007. Logan was a little over 2 at the time, and just learning how to explore absolutely everything he wasn't familiar with. which included the grill. sure enough, in a split second logan walked right up to the hot grill and put his index finger on the outside, and burnt the crap out of his poor little finger. he handled it much better than i did. it blistered up, but after hanging on to a cold can of soda for awhile his spirits healed up, and his fascination with his new "owie" started. every 5 minutes we heard "look at my owie" or "i have an owie." not only did steve & i hear about it for MONTHS, but so did every other person logan was around. including train conducters when we rode Thomas the Train, and grochery store clerks, and perfect strangers. He was pretty shy about talking to new people, but it was a completely different story when he came to sharing his owie. this went on, litterly, for months. long after any traces of his owie remained. even to this day if we talk about not touching grills or anything hot he'll say "you can't do that cuz you'll get an owie, like this one.... right here...."
some kids are storytellers, some kids act things out, some kids sing. logan sings. he won't sing on command, but he loves to sing when he thinks no one is listening, mostly when he's in the bathroom. most are normal preschool songs, Twinkle Twinkle or Row Row Boat, and not-so-normal songs for a toddler. Like "Brand New Girlfriend" by Steve Holy & "Whatever You Like" by T.I. Logan absolutely loved listening to "Brand New Girlfriend", to the extent that I actually made him his own copy of a cd with nothing except that song on it, so he could listen to it over and over and over. He can't sing the whole thing, but its just as cute to hear him sing "i godda bran new girlfriend, we really jumped down the deep end...hoochie cooo..." i asked him once if he had a girlfriend yet, and he said "no, not yet, i still gotta get one." "actually, i'll probably get a whole bunch, like this many (holding up 10 fingers)."
and last but not least, proof that my innocent little boy isn't a baby anymore... (he's going to be so angry with me when i show this picture to EVERYONE when he graduates!)
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Meet Blue Blue Blankie.
after much demand (erin) i've decided to create this blog to share stories about logan. logan has aquired the nickname linus from steve & i due to his constant companionship with his favorite blanket, Blue Blue. we've tried several times to get rid of blue blue or trade him in for something new, but repeated attempts were closely followed by repeated rejections. Blue Blue is here to stay, whether we like it or not.
for those of you who haven't had the pleasure of being introduced to 'blue' (as its called around our house) i'll explain a little about it. or him. logan refers to blue as a 'him', and when asked how he knows if a blanket is a boy or a girl, the answer is simple. blue is a boy color, so that makes him a boy. duh mom. blue was a baby gift i got when i was pregnant with logan. actually, i got two of the exact same blanket, so technically there are 2 blue's, one at daycare and one at home. obvisouly the persons who got them for me had no idea that i hate winnie-the-pooh, because the blankets have small squares on the bottom with pictures of pooh and the rest of his annoying gang. when logan was smaller he loved playing with the fringes on the ends of the blanket, and over time became inseperable from it. the blanket has been dragged through dirt, used as a super hero cape, napkin, kleenex, mop, and just about everything else logan has thought of. worst of all, he gets chewed on. i'm not sure why, but logan certinally enjoys it.
now that we've given up trying to persuade logan to let go of blue, we're focusing on trying to get him to stop putting it into his mouth. if we tell him to take it out of his mouth he responds with "i'm going to chew on it when i'm in my bed and the door is closed and you can't see me." smart kid.
mom & dad's attempt of getting rid of blue blue. part one.
on christmas eve steve & i sat down with logan and told him that it would be a really nice thing to do if he left blue under the christmas tree for santa to pick up and take to a little baby who doesn't have a blanket. we tried to bargain, saying that santa would probably even leave a giant remote-controlled trackhoe for him if he let a baby have blue. logan went with the story for a few minutes, and then abruptly rejected it. leaving santa under the tree is a no-go. after winning the battle, logan went to bed happily with blue blue. the next morning, after Logan found his trackhoe he looked at me and said "see, santa gave me a trackhoe anyways, & i didn't even give him my blue."
mom & dad's attempt of getting rid of blue blue. part two.
technically, we weren't actually trying to get rid of blue, we just tried not to go out of our way to accomodate logan & blue's demands. logan loves to try anything he can think of to avoid going to sleep. about a week or so ago he came out of his bedroom, after supposedly going to sleep 45 minutes earlier and told his he couldn't find blue. fed up that he's out of his room steve told him he was going to just have to go to sleep without blue and look for him in the morning. logan was NOT happy. for the next five minutes or so all we could hear coming from logan's room was "blllllllllluuuuueee blllllllllllllluuue where are you? bllllllluuuuue bllllllllluuue i miss you" sob sob, cry cry. over and over, and suddenly the crying stops, and in chipper, clam, doesn't-sound-like-he-was-ever-crying voice we hear "oh, there you are." logan had blue back and was fast asleep within a few minutes.
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