Things That Make You Go #@%*&!

This is what happens when you have a little monkey who insists on swinging from things that aren't, oh, I don't know IMBEDDED INTO A STUD. And the conversation goes something like this:

Mason (rubbing eyes): I want that circle thing back in the wall.

Mom: Well, I think the hole makes that impossible right now. We'll have to fix it. Are your eyes okay?

Mason: No!

Mom (with a sigh): Mason, didn't I ask you not to swing from it like a monkey?

Mason: Yeah.

Mom: Then why did you do it?

Mason: Because it's a swing!

So I took my friend's advice to grab the camera. Mason ran off before I could get a picture of him with his face covered in sheetrock. Did I mention he happened to be wearing his bicycle helmet when this happened? At least he believes in workplace safety. (Or he learned something from earlier today when he tried to climb an unopened ladder that landed on his head. Other than a small scrape on his forehead, he's just fine). His eyes survived this run in with sheetrock/paint/drywall. We can only hope he'll be so lucky when he "helps" us fix the wall.

Mason: Decoded

As three year olds will do, Mason keeps on saying things that make us turn our heads and shake with silent laughter. Half the time, we wouldn't really want him to know that we think he's funny because we wouldn't want him to repeat himself. (For example: He approached a total stranger at the grocery store and told him "My mom hits me." What he neglected to mention was I had accidentally bumped into him with the cart. I was about six shades of purple.) He also has a funny way of explaining himself sometimes, so I thought I would share a few of his latest gems.

• Last morning = yesterday; or sometimes a vague time period when he can't recall when something happened.
• "Let's do it today!" = I want to do it right now, even if you just told me no.
• "Is it nooning?" = Are the railroad crossings down?
• Shower-bath = allowing the bathtub to fill with water as he showers, and then turning off the water and splashing in it for hours on end.
• "Poop happens." = pretty self explanatory in a potty-training scenario. Also not a great comfort when you're the responsible party for cleaning up after said accident.
• "Right there, right there, right there -- BOOM!" = a delightful game where you repeatedly point to the spot you're about to punch and then punch it. Claire is not a big fan of this game.
• "I'm thirsty." = I'm going to drink all of your water. He prefers my hospital mug over anything else, even when I've filled the other hospital mug for him.
• "I need a snack." = I want junk food/candy.
• "I want to be a digger!" = I want chocolate milk. I'm going to scoop amazing amounts of Nesquick into my milk if you'll let me.
• Chocolate sandwich = new treat introduced by dad consisting of two graham cracker halves held together with chocolate frosting. Oh, all right, mom likes them as well.
• "That scared me out of the crap!"
• "Where are the handles?" = he has taken to pulling the stitched edging off some of his blankets into loops, and then puts his fingers through the loops. After a twisting incident that resulted in hysterics, I cut the loops on one blanket, only to find several more later that day. He reserves this mostly for his "candy blankets". We have one with Tootsie Pop logos and one with Junior Mint logos.

He also recently asked me "Mom, how do you close your mouth?" ... much to his father's delight. I wish I could actually keep track of all the funny things he says, but half the time I'm so busy trying to cover up my initial reaction that I can't write them down.

Two Month Checkup

Height: 23.4 inches

Weight: 10 lbs. 11 oz.

Head: 15.2 inches

Our little miss had a good checkup yesterday for her two-month visit. She was 40th percentile for weight, 80th percentile for height, and 40th percentile for head circumference. She's tall and skinny, but more importantly she's right around average and growing well. She's following the growth curve she started on. I guess that means we can expect her to remain petite for the time being. I'll have to keep watching it so I don't drop her pants/shorts/bloomers every time I pick her up because she's so skinny her clothes don't want to stay on. She's too long for the smaller sized stuff, though. I wish I had those problems!

Otherwise, she's progressing normally. She smiles and coos and is getting social like that with people besides her mama now. She's sleeping around 8 hours each night, which is great. It does mean I feed her a little more often during the day, but I'm okay with that! She's pretty determined to sit up and her little neck muscles are getting stronger every day. We're getting a handle on her likes and dislikes, but if we misstep she sure lets us know. And when she got her shots, her voice found a whole new octave for her displeasure. It was so sad! As you can see from the top picture, though, her sadness didn't last long.

The Smell of Summer

Last night as I put Mason to bed, I took a moment to really breathe him in. I don't do it too often because he usually won't hold still that long. He smelled like an intoxicating combination of sun, grass, dirt, and sunscreen. It may not sound that pleasant, but it was the smell of summer and the smell of my little boy and I loved it.

I breathe in Claire on a regular basis. She doesn't smell like summer or little kid yet, just like a baby which is also wonderful in its own way.

What smells make you think of summer and childhood?

Murphy is my co-pilot

Our air conditioner went out, which really sucks. When I left to take Mason to swimming lessons, it was 87 degrees inside despite Alan's best efforts. Not to mention the fact that we haven't financially recovered from maternity leave yet, and I'm not back to working my normal number of hours yet. Safe to say I wanted to jump in the pool with Mason. Alan was a rockstar yesterday and got it fixed. It ended up being a capacitor. In our area, large power surges are not uncommon. According to the HVAC guy, he's repaired lots of these out here. Finding the part was easy and it was only a $15 part. The steep part was... are you ready for it?... labor at $95/hour. Seriously.

While we were working on that, Alan noticed that our water heater was running constantly into the drain next to it through a pipe. The pipe is not all that uncommon, but the valve being open isn't normal, either. A trip to Home Depot revealed the reason: the valve on the overflow commonly fails after a few years. They don't make 'em this way any more, so we will have to invest in an overflow tank. But don't worry, it's been leaking at least 5 gallons of water. Per day. In the summer. Alan inquired about our water bill, and I hadn't noticed a huge difference because I was expecting an increase anyway due to summer water usage.

In addition, we caught a large flying rock with Alan's windshield coming home from American Fork Canyon. With the drastic change in temperature from being parked in the sun to the garage, the rock chip turned into a crack. And registration is due by the end of July. We may have to buy a new windshield. Honestly.

They say things come in threes. I hope they don't mean multiples of three.

Our New Summer Home

We took our new used camping trailer out for its inaugural run. It was just a quick overnight trip up American Fork canyon to accomplish two goals: first, figure out what we're missing and what we still need to take a longer camping trip. Second, to ensure Mason got a small taste of the outdoors. He's been begging to go camping since the last time we went camping at Flaming Gorge last September after all.

We met with mixed results, although I would say leaning on the more successful side. We accomplished both of our goals, although we forgot to take a notepad and a pen to write lists with. This was a huge problem since I'm a compulsive list maker. I'm working through that disappointment.

We had a busy day before we could leave, so we didn't get up there until dinner time. I had half-prepared our meal ahead of time, and Alan finished it up and put it all together while I was feeding the baby (again-- I swear, feeding the infant is at least 70% of my day, and this trip was no different). We ate dinner before it got too dark outside and took Mason for a bike ride/walk to go exploring. We found this beautiful (all right, it was also kind of disgusting with all the moss and standing water) pond area where the boys climbed on some fallen logs and tossed some rocks into the water. The dogs thought it was a great place to lay down also, so they were soaking wet and they loved every minute of it.

Our first night in the trailer was mostly okay, but somewhat eventful. We pulled the dogs inside because we were in bear country, and Samson doesn't have the greatest track record with animals larger than he is. We set up the Pack 'N Play for Claire to sleep in as well. So between the two kids and two dogs out in the "living area", there wasn't a whole lot of space. It meant Rio ended up sleeping on the heating vent for half the night and panting profusely if the heater kicked on.

On the other hand, it was so nice to be in a bed while we were camping. Mason was super excited to sleep on the couch that pulls into a bed. We got him a light stick that glows for 12 hours, and he used that as a night light. Claire slept through the night quite soundly. The only real hitch was that Mason kept crying. He wasn't exactly waking up. Apparently at some point, he rolled right out of bed. I have no recollection of this. Thank goodness Alan was there and woke up so Mason didn't finish out the night on the floor with the puppies.

In the morning, we woke up surprisingly late. Both kids slept in until 0830! Alan had the great idea to show Mason how you can buy the small boxes of cereal and cut along the dotted line to make a sort of bowl for your cereal. He was totally fascinated. It was also the first time he's had Cocoa Krispies, because for the most part I'm a cereal purist and refuse to let him get anything with too much sugar in it (although I've caved on the occasional box of Froot Loops, a.k.a "Colors"). After breakfast, we packed up and took Mason on a Nature Trail located just barely down the canyon from the Timpanogos Cave trail. He loved being out on a walk. I loved that it wasn't much of a hike, since I forgot the sling and/or Snugli and I was carrying Claire.

After the hike, we stopped back at the trailer to pack up sandwiches and stuff for a small picnic at Silver Lake. Mason finally got to throw some rocks in "big water"and ate several chocolate/mint cookies (thank you, Anne!). To call it a hit would be a huge understatement. He capped off the perfect day by helping dad pack up and hook up the trailer before we headed home. He's already secured the promise of a much longer camping trip to come.