Sunday, July 26, 2009

Cheers and Jeers

Cheers for free balloons at the Teeter.

Jeers for having to explain to a heartbroken two-year-old what happened to his let-go balloon.


Thumbs up to Imse Vimsy reusable swim diapers (which today successfully prevented a diaper full of diarrhea from leaking into the pool).

Thumbs down to diapers full of diarrhea. Particularly reusable diapers full of diarrhea.


Yay for the first 25 minutes of the Elmo in Grouchland movie.

Boo to the scene 25 minutes into Elmo in Grouchland in which Elmo falls down Oscar's trashcan down a trash pipe to Grouchland, which caused the boys to go into hysterics and the DVD player to be turned off.


Hooray for Nurse Cynthia's visit on Sunday! Cynthia was Cooper's night nurse from the week he came home from the NICU until the trach came out. Cooper loves some Cynthia.


Cheers for my triple jogger.

Jeers for bad drivers who only look left and not right for oncoming triple joggers before turning. You know who you are.


Congrats on a job well done to Zach and Charlie for feeding stale bread to the Freedom Park ducks.

Not so much to Cooper for eating the stale bread and not sharing with the ducks.



Thursday, July 23, 2009

The real reason he talks to a drawer

This is a photo of the crotch of the boy's diapers. Is it just me or is Elmo drunk?

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Fruit Toot Toot

Charlie eats a lot of fruit. A LOT of fruit. And because he eats a lot of fruit, he has a lot of gas. (Apologies to future Charlie reading this blog... but it's true.)

Charlie is extremely proud to fart in front of us. He laughs and laughs, and each time I say something like, "Charlie--- Excuse you!!!" (Gotta have polite kids, right??)

So this weekend, Charlie lets one rip and starts laughing. "Charlie!!" I say. He looks at me and laughs. And what does he say to me? "Scuse you. Scuse you."
Of course. Can't say he doesn't have manners.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Just a scar

This weekend Cooper tried to put on his passy-muir valve (the valve he used to wear over his trach to let him talk). For a second, he forgot about his naked neck... (And compare that to this:, taken about 10 months ago)

And this snippet exemplifies the reason I can barely keep my eyes open after 9pm. Adorable, but exhausting. (And just for the record, all 3 were fully dressed when we went outside that morning...)

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

And one day it will be Buttface.

Zach ("Dak") has finally started to say Cooper's name. Well, kind of. He calls him Poo Poo. Kind of cute now. Not so cute later.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

The New 'Nack Bowl

The boys got nutso excited last week when I brought them home a gift. A talking Elmo potty.

I didn't actually buy the potty expecting the boys to become potty trained yet -- I'm not holding out hope for that for another year. But, Charlie likes to tell me when he is "tinky," so I thought it would be a good idea for the three of them to see a little potty next to mommy and daddy's big potty.

Had I kept the receipt, I would have already returned $24.99 potty o'trouble.

Muchos problemas with this potty. The biggest prob is that it only holds one boy. Go figure. This has led to pushing and shoving and screaming and tears over who is the King of the Potty -- a title which enables the winner to stand (yes, stand) in the potty and gloat, and make the potty's Elmo's voice shout "Fantastico!" (I unknowingly bought the bi-lingual version. Who knew toilets spoke Spanish? Maybe I'd have done better in Spanish if my toilet talked to me and told me how great I was).

The second and third biggest problems are that Charlie thinks the potty is a snack bowl (the day I brought it home I caught him pouring in a box of raisins) and Cooper and Zach think it is a really cool toy. It talks and laughs, after all.

I did try sitting Charlie on the potty once. He was terrified -- bottom on the seat and legs up in the air. I think he was afraid of what Senor Elmo might say to him. Or maybe that there are some nacks in there that he didn't want to ruin.

So now it is adios to the Elmo potty. In a few months we'll get 3 nondescript and quiet potties and try again.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Cooper Update

Coop and Daddy spent the night at the hospital last night, and now Cooper is home and running around like nothing ever happened. The surgery went well, though his recovery from the anesthesia was a bit rough. The trach hole is official gone!!