LittleD.com

March 12, 2005 family

Okay, so the little man wanted his own website. This kid already knows how to do graphic design in PSP, move files in and out of folders (he insists on having his own folders and actually has created sub-folders ON HIS OWN, to store his work in ‘catagories, Mom’) and I’m about to start teaching him animation. He likes to read about anything and everything and if he gets our taxes done before Daren, I would not be surprised. Is there nothing this child doesn’t want to learn?

He is extremely smart. Case in point. I’m upstairs on the computer - surprise surprise. I spot Little D beelining it to his room with a sad face and follow him into his bedroom and eventually tickle this story out of him….it took about 10 minutes to finally make him crack.

Turns out, Big D is down in the basement doing manly things with tools and such. He starts cleaning the basement and mutters under his breath, “Why does Mommy make such a big mess?”

Little D replies, “Okay Mister Nag,” and subsequently gets sent to his room.

I laughed out loud, and high fived Little D and thanked him for having my back. See? Smart kid. Smart ass sometimes, but hey - he comes by it honestly.

He is on a playdate tonight at Gramma and Papa’s, but he wants to ‘launch his site.’ So without further ado….

All text is typed by Dylan. Once he gets the hang of posting his own photos, I’m sure he’ll have loads of things to show you - like his soldiers in his castle and his Crayola Window Writers and just how big his brain is….

Congratulations Dylan. Mom and Dad are Super Duper Proud of You.

Every. Single. Day.

Love Mom and Mister Nag

8 Months? Stop this baby train!!!! It’s outta control!

March 8, 2005 family

Dearest Thomas,

Since your arrival 8 months ago, we have had many nicknames for you:

Mista T
T-bird
Little Man (although your brother did have that one first so it’s a hand-me-down….get used to it kid, we aren’t rich!)
Babyface
Spongebaby Crankypants
Loudmouth
Agent Milkface
and my personal favorite:
Thomas the Tank Engine.

This last one is entirely justified , because you my “Sweet Peanut Butta Butt” are in the 400,000 percentile for weight and height. You’re way over most kids and it’s slightly scary that you are wearing 18 and 24 months sizes. The sheer size of you, (and me having to lift you) keeps gas in our chiropractor’s car (Big shout out to Dr. Jeff!).

On the same note, you are definitely big enough to be sleeping through the night. As in 12 hours. As in what the textbook says you babies are supposed to have per night. Hell I would settle for 8. Okay even 6. But most nights you are up 2, 3 and 4 times…..what’s up buddy boy? Are you trying out for the NFL anytime soon and need to eat THAT MUCH?? Are you on ‘Baby-’Roids??’ Well lemme tell you something “Mista P to da Double O,” I have cleared it with the lovely doctor who delivered you and she went to school for a really long time to give me the go ahead to put your cute little butt on cow’s milk. You better believe that’s happening in one month, “Sir Stink-A-Lot” because I wanna sleep more than an average of 3 hours in a row and feel human again! Daddy gave you about a teaspoon’s worth of milk out of his milk glass at dinner tonight and you FREAKING. LOVED. IT. Your little teeth were clinking against the glass in your ruthless quest to get more. You would have clawed your Dad’s eyes out had I not rushed off to produce another gallon for you. I wanted to go buy bags of Homo right then and switch you over immediately. Unfortunately that isn’t how it works. We have to do it GRADUALLY…..yeah, cuz so far the textbooks have been BANG ON about you….Sure they have.

You are clapping now. We say “YAY!” and you put your precious little hands together and clap. You usually begin to topple over in the process but to see the joy on your face that you are communicating with us is a beautiful thing. And to hear communication from you that is not screaming is, well, fucking awesome. I love you kid, but good gawd, the screaming and whining….your brother never did that. Ever.

We also have to lower your crib mattress this weekend, “Oliver Overachiever,” because you can not only sit up from a laying down position, you can also pull yourself up to a kneeling position. Yeah. Showoff. I’d like to see you rearrange the livingroom and build the rec room your Dad has been putting off. That would be great. And get a job while you’re at it, “Stinkpot.”

Ruffy likes Peekaboo as much as you do. While I sing “Peek-a-booooo,” she starts up singing too…you just look at Ruffy and I like we belong in the loony bin, which is probably true, but you don’t talk yet, so best of luck sending us there!

You’ve said Mama and Daddy in the last 3 days and as much as we want to hear those words from your mouth, I’m pretty sure that when you do say a word and mean it, it’ll be Ruffy. Or FOOD. Whichever. Take your time. We know from past experience, there is no rush at all!

One thing that has changed alot in the last month is the amount of times in a day we can make you laugh….Dylan loves to blow in your face or rip up napkins, Daddy is a throw-you-in-the-air-ruff-and-tumble-until-Mama-has-a-coronary type of Dad, and Mommy makes silly faces and sings to you all day long. You are a joy to be around and we all love your little butt so so much darling….

Love Mama