Don't Yike...

DH was gone for a week. He was relaxing in Hawaii going scuba diving and to the movie theatre. He claims it was a work trip but somehow I wonder. Anyway things around here were crazy, they usually are, but this was on a much more uncontrolled scale. LD was a bit 2.5yo-ish. Being obstinate and doing the exact opposite of what I asked. His newest thing is "LD don't yike ..." insert pretty much whatever it is you're trying to get him to do, eat, wear, etc. The kid apparently doesn't like anything. I was stumped as to where he came up with that phrase, unlike when he occasionally lets a naughty curse word fly. I know where he heard those. DH is quite embarrassed to be married to someone who can out curse a sailor. One afternoon I was making dinner and listening to DH read Green Eggs and Ham to LD for about the 6th time in a row and it dawned on me, Dr. Seuss you rascal, you. When I shared my enlightenment with DH he told me he no longer yikes Dr. Seuss. I tend to agree. I've been working so hard to teach myself to cook and when I proudly serve up a new dish and my 2.5yo promptly tells me he doesn't yike it, my spirits are a bit crushed. I try to remind myself it's a phase and soon he'll be 3 and onto the next scary/annoying/frustrating phase.   I'll admit I did smile a little when he told me, "LD don't yike Daddy." when we had finished a Skype call with him in Hawaii. I agree son, I agree. Sometimes Mommy doesn't yike Daddy either. Especially when he's getting 8+ hours of sleep in a balmy 85 degree tropical locale and I'm outside shoveling the sidewalk in 19 degree weather.

So It Begins...

The new year and the welcome addition of CJ to our family left me feeling like it was time for a new space. A new place to document our adventures as s family. And let's face it Mama's one busy lady lately and hoping she can keep up with one blog. So as the new year unfolds I pledge to better document the moments that are lives are comprised of.