Poor Nate

Natester had a little accident in nursery this morning. Of course, it was on my watch!

The cupboard doors were opened and kiddos were playing with they toys. Nate was walking and holding on to the door and (you see where this is going?) someone slammed the door right when Nate's fingers were in the door hinge. Ugh. All I remember is Nate turning around with the split-second-pre-cry-look holding his smooshed-flat, white finger out. Sorry, that was probably too graphic. It makes my stomach turn still. I have a picture of it, but I'll spare you!

Long story short, he should be ok. Our remedy was some tylenol, ice cream, and a long nap. It'll be tough keeping a band-aid on his finger though!

Ice cream for a smooshed finger.

I'm proud to say that there was a lot of blood, but nothing got on his white shirt!

 

Until we left him alone in his highchair and he got the band-aid off. That's not ketchup on his shirt....

John is our in-house doctor. I'm so thankful he does "injuries" so well!

DIY - TUTORIAL - HANDMADE - 12 EASY STEPS

Gotcha! Like there's any way on earth I'd know how to do a "tutorial"! Ha!

This is just for Keri. Don't over-analyze it though. I know the right side has 2 extra sticker-outers, and my door mat is crooked, the windows are dirty, and the door has marks all over it. BUT, when you're driving by the house at speed, you don't even notice it.... or the gianormous spider that's living between the house and the bushes!

It's that time!

Last night I had a wet-your-britches-laughing moment. (Not literally - sickos!)

Before I start the story - I guess I have been very structured with what the boys do recently (or something!). We have "breakfast time", "play time", "book time", "nap time", "milk time"... you get the idea. Well, James has picked up on this and whenever he wants to do something, it's automatically THAT time.

I was fixing dinner last night when James pulled a chair over to the counter to "elp Mom". 

He climbed up on the chair, yelled: "BROCKWEY TIME!!!", threw his mouth open as wide as it would go, and reached over for a handful of (still frozen) broccoli!

{He was kind enough to recreate the scene for me}

Still frozen there, too. Weird kid!

Recent pics

Ready for a walk.

Nate just found out he's turning 1 soon!

Can you see the indent for his belly? That's for real!

This was me trying to take a picture of the boys sitting together on the couch....

I never got the picture.

Crawling with Nate-Nate

Gun Show!!

"James, can you help Nate do a Gun Show?"

Grandma Ronk found Thomas pj's ("Tommy pee-gees") for James! I have to hide them in the middle of the pj pile or he won't want to wear anything else!

 

Carruthers Wrestle-Mania

With the boys' combined birthday money, we bought a train table off Craigslist. John tried to spend some time setting up the tracks with them, but he said Nate was like a dinosaur coming in after them - tearing apart anything they tried to build!

It's very intense.

I only add this picture to laugh at James - what a little hoarder with his trains!

"Nate - the T-Rex Destructor"

My "Creative Mothering Skills" came back to bite me last night!

To date, Nate hasn't really cared what toy he's playing with as long as he has a toy to play with. This is handy because James has so many "special" toys he's gotten as gifts recently. Any time Nate plays with one I've been teaching James to say "please" to ask for it then find a different toy for Nate to play with.

Well, last night, I was putting clothes away in their room and I overheard this scene:

Nate was playing with a "neutral toy" as I like to call it.
James said "please".
James took the toy from Nate.
Nate started wailing.
James walked over, picked up a way less cool toy, and handed it to Nate.
James bent down to show Nate the toy and said "Oooooooh"! (You know that voice - the one that tries to make something way more exciting than it actually is.)
Nate still wanted the first toy.
I laughed. Hard.

I suppose the principle is correct - Execution may need some work!

I love Daddy!

Finding a costume

for this cutie-patooty!

Yes, that is part of the potty seat next to him. Don't judge!

LOVE this! I just can't bear to spend $40 on a Halloween costume!

Isn't this hilarious!

Get it? Because Nate IS a Cookie Monster....  :-)

This is John's vote.

My God is so Great

<   Preface to this video: Please excuse my voice. Ugh. You'll do anything for your kids, right! :-)   >

James and I were singing in the car last night. It was too cute to not record. And it's too cute not to post. 

Enjoy!

James' 2 year Dr. appointment

Once again, I was humbled and humiliated at the doctor this morning. James was a super-nice-pleasant kid to everyone except the nurse and Dr. Jacobs! Like, seriously, what are you supposed to do with an arm-full of stuff, a stroller with Nate, and a 2 year old who refuses to step on the scale and goes limp-legged when you try to lift him on? Not only that, but almost humorously, when Dr. Jacobs was doing his check-up, James was yelling "NO! NO! Ouch! No! Ouch!". Lol. I just held his arms down and rolled with it. 

I'm sure the doctor is used to it, right??  :-/

This is the look of "why did you bring me here anyway?".

Other than THAT, James looks great!

At 2 years old:

Weight:  25.6 lbs  (18th %)
Height:  34"  (37th %)
HC:  19"  (58th %)

James also got his iron-level blood draw this morning. Despite the awesome band-aid with a smiley face and the treat that the nurse gave him, he wasn't a happy camper.

At least he won't need to go back until next year!

A happy walk to follow last week's disaster!