Thursday, March 10, 2011

The Most Beautiful Girl

Some pictures of my precious Peyton.  Sorry, I just can't resist.

When I saw this, I said to the sono lady, "You are going to think I'm crazy, but I can totally see my son in this picture!"  She laughed and told me a lot of moms say that sort of thing. But for reals, she looks like her brother.

I see you!  You should be able to see her eyes,bridge of her nose and the palate bone (mouth).

Curled up in a ball, and occasionally with her feet in her face, is how she spent 90% of the appointment.  She's snug as a little baby bug in a rug.  In this picture you should see the side of her head in the top left corner, her right arm curled up with her fist covering her face.  Her little legs are also curled up and her feet are crossed.

After this appointment, I was given the all clear and told everything is looking perfectly average.  Phew!

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

So Stinkin Cute

As Pman gets older and more vocal he is saying the cutest freaking things. I love that people read this blog, but I keep it mostly as a timeline/journal for my life and times and as proof that I am living the dream...err something.

Presenting a short list of cute things P says that I just do not have the heart to correct/make me laugh out loud every single time he says them:

He calls Nutri Grain bars, and the like, Good Mormin Bars. (as in morning, not Mormon, although it sounds a lot like Mormon when he says it...)

Since we are (read: still) working on potty training, he spends a lot of time with Josh and I in the bathroom, on the toilet. When he does what we are hoping he does, pee in the pot, we make a HUGE deal out of it. "I'm so proud of you Parker!!" Now when we (J and I) go to the bathroom P-pot will say, "Oh Mommy, I so poud of you!" (intention typo)

Josh also started teaching him the art of standing up whilst you whizz. Since I do not do this, I'm not quite sure how to handle it, but P insists on doing it this way.  We have changed many socks and wiped off the floor, toilet and walls many many...many times in the last few days.  His lack of aim is remarkable.

The other day we went hiking with some friends, my melancholy P cried the. whole. time. (except when he was eating his Good Mormin Bar while sitting on a wog.) Later that night when J asked P about his day, P related a fairly accurate tale. When I asked him why he cried during the hike he said, "I was being rude."

He has been hitting my belly recently and randomly. When I asked him why he does that he replies "I'm giving Peyton high 5."

Brussels sprouts are bussel shouts and he loves them. LOVES them. Peanut Butter is Petey Butter.  He often will sigh, "Anyway" as if he is just so spent by the conversation he just needs to get away.

Smarties are farties, which in the mind of a two year old is always a funny word.

At school they are working on identifying emotions and connecting the emotion to an action. For example, Mint chocolate chip ice cream makes me happy. SweetP's teacher asked him what makes him sad and he said, "When Mommy leaves." (oh. my. god!!) She then asked, "What makes you happy?" He said, "Going to Mimi and Pop-Pop's house."

There are more, these are the highlights, or these are all that my pregnant head can retain at the moment.

My favorite new vocal development is when he tells me, unprompted, that he loves me. "I love you, Mommy."