Sunday, November 24, 2013

November

It's birthday month!  Given our limited funds, it's mainly birthday month for X, but I don't mind.  Giving a two year old a cool new toy is a lot of fun.  He's not old enough to ask for things for his birthday, but he is old enough to take delight in them.  Oh, and it's November and we're hanging out in swimsuits on the beach.  The novelty of this has not worn off.

Sharing cupcakes with the library staff.

Then we went to the playground.

Birthday morning, still in his jammies while daddy tries to secretly set up the train table.

Success!  He loves it!

Hanging out at the beach on Saturday sporting Cars jijis.

Hanging out at the beach on Sunday.

Dad makes a wicked kiddie pool!

Saturday, November 2, 2013

More X Chronicles

My cat decided that my Macbook Pro needed a bath.  While Bobby experiences the Apple store for the first time, dipping into our massive savings account (e.g. the credit card) to pay whatever ungodly sum the geniuses demand of us, I am using his computer to blog.  So no pictures this time.  You'll just have to wait for your cuteness fix.

X has decided that since he loves his Cars pajamas, he should only wear his Cars pajamas.  Ever.  He'll sit on the floor, arms crossed over his chest, and declare "no shirt! no shirt!" as his poor daddy tries to entice him--"how about monster truck shirt?  Superhero shirt?"-- to let himself be undressed in the morning.  When he's home, he will find his Cars jammies and thrust them into my lap.  When I set them aside, he will cry out in frustration and put them back in my lap.  He can't understand why his Mommy doesn't get that he wants to put his Cars jammies on.   We have started storing Cars jammies in a place where he can't see or reach them.  At bedtime, he parades around in his Cars jammies, eyeballing himself in the mirror.  "Cars jiji's! Cars jijis!"  One wonders why we wasted money on his other pajamas.  Or, for that matter, what we'll do if the temperature starts dropping at night again, necessitating pajama pants.  Cars jammies are shortie pajamas.  At least we live in a tropical climate.

He has learned how to use the Netflix app on the ipad.  Since he can select what he wants to watch from a pretty expansive list, we are getting an interesting glimpse into his mind.  He loves the "Thomas the Train" theme song and a little cartoon with a car and a bus.  He never watches anything for more than a minute or two. Last night, he watched the first half of the opening sequence to "Daddy Day Care" at least 20 times.  He watched the little boy get up and brush his teeth while "Walking on Sunshine" played, but he was not interested in anything after that.   I deleted the Netflix app after he went to bed.  As it turns out, an adult's tolerance for repetitions of the first minute of "Walking on Sunshine" is significantly lower than a toddler's.

Oh, and Halloween happened.  My precocious troublemaker with blue eyes and wild blond hair went as Calvin.  I went as Hobbes.  Bobby, who looks a good deal like Walter White with the right clothes, went as Breaking Bad's antihero.  Candy was had.  Mostly by mom and dad.