Oops, so it has been almost a month since I posted. In the baby land that I live in, I don't even know where to start with the leaps and bounds that my children have grown and changed in that month. I mean, do you start with the "Pull My Finger" Story (sure to be an instant classic), do you report that Zach can now sit up on his own (after he has fallen onto his big gut) and has almost perfected the eye rake, do you talk about Maddie's new ability to call small birds to our home with her whistling ability and Ben's really annoying attempt at copying her, or perhaps you talk about Ben's new tactic of getting out of trouble by throwing Matt and I's words right back at us. Hmmm, one at a time I guess.
I have to start with Pull My Finger because it is a crowd pleaser with it's cuteness (okay grossness) and the fact that it showcases something that their daddy has taught his son. So Ben and Maddie were standing on the landing between our living room and basement. I hear him saying "Maddie, pull my finger, pull my finger. When you pull my finger I fart." So after some prodding, she did indeed pull his finger at which point you see Ben's face change from one of amusement to one of uncertainity. He came upstairs and says "Mom, I pooped my pants". Yes, dad may have taught him the "pull my finger" gag, but has yet to sit down with his son and talk about the poop/fart separator. Nice.
Secondly, Zach is so big! Tonight when I went to check on him in his crib he was sitting up and looked pretty amused with himself that he got there. He is truly a Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde. We have started "ferberizing" him and making him cry through his waking up at night instead of going in, rocking him, then probably feeding him and then finally just bringing him into bed so that we can get some sleep. So instead we let him throw these monster fits. I mean it is ridiculous. I am lucky that on the nights the windows are open DHS hasn't shown up on our doorstep. But, keep your fingers crossed, the last two nights he has done pretty well.So Maddie learned to whistle. It was really random and I have no idea where she picked it up. But, I was listening to her and Ben on their monitor one naptime and I got really freaked out because I heard someone whistling. Who was this intruder in our house that instead of trying to kidnap my kids breaks in to whistle to them? So I run downstairs to see Maddie in her bed, whistling a little tune. She pretty much does it on command now. She LOVES Kindermusik and is pretty much the star of the class. Perhaps a musical prodigy on our hands. Uncle Jeremy will have to start some guitar lessons soon.
So that explain the Whistling part of my title, so how about the trucker. I have decided that there is probably a 90% chance that Ben may become a trucker when he grows up. He loves to hook the wagon up to his Big Wheel or Jeep and pull it around, but he has to have stuff in his "trailer". Whether it be his scooter or his sister, he does a great job of keeping an eye on his cargo and has only slammed into my van once (that I saw) while he was watching his cargo instead of watching where he was going. And speaking of Ben, if you plan on yelling at him any time in the near future, you better hope you have an answer for having your words thrown right back at you, because all Matt and I can do is laugh. I wanted him to come in the house the other night and he was throwing a fit, so I took him aside in a very motherly way and said (can you believe this, I'm such a mom) "now you listen to me mister" to which he replied "now you listen to me mom" (try keeping a straight face during that) but I maintained composure and said "you have two options, option number one you go in the house" to which he said "you have two options, YOU go in the house". To which I cracked up. Matt got a dose of the other day when he told Ben "You don't talk to me that way" to which Ben replied "YOU don't talk to ME that way". So precious.
Anyway, that is my update for now. I have some OP pizza waiting for me and can't really believe I have stayed away from it this long.
P.S. My plans for this blog are to eventually print them out so that my kids will have some sort of scrapbook/baby book and will know that their mom did try to chronicle their lives in some small way. But, I also want to chronicle what else is going on in our lives and to that end, would like to officially welcome Samuel James Holter Dunn to the world. We can't wait to meet you!
