Sometimes this having kids thing is way fun.
The boiz and I got up this morning to let Amy sleep in. She has a Stampin' Up calendar demo to do as I type this and she took the morning to get ready.
Tavish insisted we get up at 6.30, so I gave him a bottle and Declan was up a few minutes later at hearing us putter in the kitchen. Our morning ablutions are a must in the Fraser household, so we three boys repaired to the water closet. Courteously, I asked Declan if he had to go pee before Daddy. (He still sleeps in a Pull-up but otherwise is totally into the whole underwear thing -- with middlin' success.)
Declan vehemently replied, "No, Daddy! I peed yesterday."
Today was a bit of a milestone for the three of us. Tavish has blessedly stopped puking on a whim and now only christens bits of the house a couple times a day. Blessed be! Combine this new lease on freedom with the full shopping list taped to the fridge and I decided it was time I could handle both wee bairns at Superstore. Tav got fussy in the cart seat stuffed next to Dex, but once I plopped him in one of the purple plastic bins (which I bring instead of using bags), he was amazingly content and transformed into a point singularity of nine month-old cuteness.
Dex further stunned me with his burgeoning vocabulary as I brought the last load of groceries in from the car. He was poised on the threshold of the front door when I entered and, as he pulled his sippy cup of milk away from his face, he furrowed his brow in a totally Elijah Wood as Frodo Baggins moment and uttered with unwonted aplomb, "There you are, Father."
I could hear the capital "F". Amy and I have no idea where he picked up the occasional "father" and "mother" appellations.
Now we're hangin' out in the basement for the afternoon. If Declan starts getting all sesquipedalian on me, I'll let you know.
I had to look that one up. But I'd lay bets that he will shortly begin calling you Simon and Amy.
Posted by: marian | Sunday, 10 December 2006 at 02:05 PM
Gee Marian, you coulda' tole us what it means... ;-) I don't think I'll give it up either. :-P
BTW Si, I keep forgetting to tell you to tell Amy... At one time I was one of Stampin' Up's best customers. Now I just dust the stuff now and then. But I've created my share of masterpieces, don'tcha know.
Glad the puking has mostly subsided. There may come a time when you'll ask him if he has to puke and he'll inform you that he did that yesterday...
Posted by: Linda | Sunday, 10 December 2006 at 06:17 PM
Just passing through, but that was cute.
Posted by: Taro | Sunday, 10 December 2006 at 08:44 PM
Yeah, Taro, that's what a lot of people said. You'll be back.
I always love a trip to the grocery with Ben. One of the local places features tiny shopping carts for the youngsters to push around, and on our last trip Ben's was brimming full while mine had barely a thing in it. He was proud of that load of loot.
It's so much fun when they throw another word out there, that you just have to share it with somebody.
Posted by: Mark | Monday, 11 December 2006 at 06:58 AM
There's something about a man that will tackle the chore of taking two wee ones to the grocery store...bonus points for it being Superstore...on a weekend!
Posted by: TerriTorial | Monday, 11 December 2006 at 07:13 AM
I'll give you credit for braving the stores...but I also remember that you love the looks you get from the ladies as you cart your little I'm-a-good-Dad chick-magnets around. So well done, Si...on both counts ;)
I'm glad to hear Tav is learning to keep his food to himself. Norah has really cut back on the post-meal spit up. I still ask her after every bottle i she has any returns she'd like to make...but thankfully, her little tummy has decided to keep it all in more often than not.
Posted by: Moksha Gren | Monday, 11 December 2006 at 08:23 AM
I just have to ask you guys -- do your babies burp well after eating? We used to pound Ben's back relentlessly to make him burp. I've heard some babies just don't burp well, and that the parents of those are easy to spot, because of the... spots.
Posted by: Mark | Monday, 11 December 2006 at 08:57 AM
Marian, I remember going through that phase with both my parents and had it scolded out of me right quick.
Linda, I bet Amy could put you to shame right now. Her collection is amazing! Both boys' next puke stage will be their own problem.
Taro, thanks!
Mark, both our sons have been great burpers. Which should come as no surprise given how professional they've both been on the follow throughs.
Terri, it's actually kind of fun when they're well behaved. Which, if they're well fed and relatively rested, Dex and Tav normally are. Thankfully.
Moksha, you're a fortunate man to see Norah keeping the deposits down now. I think ours were at the far end of the bell curve when it came to expectoration. And I was going to make mention again of the good-dad chick-magnet thing, but thought I'd best lay low after that Russian Roulette outing.
Posted by: Simon | Monday, 11 December 2006 at 10:37 AM
Mark - Norah can belch like a champ...it's just a question of whether the gas comes up alone.
Si - Sorry to risk more gunfire. I was so proud of my call-back that I forgot Amy was still packin'.
Posted by: Moksha Gren | Monday, 11 December 2006 at 01:13 PM
My son, Allen, went through the same phase of calling us by our first names. So I think it must not be uncommon.
Posted by: Alvis | Monday, 11 December 2006 at 01:53 PM
Mokker, LOL
Posted by: Linda | Monday, 11 December 2006 at 02:24 PM
Mokker, LOL
Posted by: Linda | Monday, 11 December 2006 at 02:25 PM
I take it back...
Seems I jinxed myself by bragging on my daughter. I didn't even know she was a fan of Jackson Pollock...but she produced a stunning tribute to his style on my shirt last night.
Posted by: Moksha Gren | Tuesday, 12 December 2006 at 07:53 AM