Monday, September 29, 2008

I'm Not Your Sunshine

Recently my mother was singing You are My Sunshine to Soren.

Grandma: You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me...
Soren: No, grandma, sorry I am not your sunshine, I am my momma's sunshine.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

The Fall Festival

We went to the Corvallis Fall Festival today. The perfect weather really added to the fun.

Soren's first cotton candy:
He liked talking to the police officer. Peter asked the officer who he helps when he goes to emergencies and Soren was enthralled listening to all the details.
But the police car was beyond thrilling for him. He just couldn't get enough of it!

Hopefully this is the first AND LAST time we ever seen him in this position!

Friday, September 26, 2008

Not I the Letter

I guess Soren has really tuned into the whole concept of the alphabet lately. But I have to say that it is slowing down his speech. Suprising? Check out how he now feels the need to express himself:

"I, not I the letter, but I was playing with my trains. It was fun. I, not I the letter, but I liked playing with Emily..."

I'm ready for him to start saying "And you, not u the letter, but you..." but that hasn't happened yet.

Monday, September 22, 2008

Mady and the Super Tomato

Soren absolutely and totally adores our next door neighbor Mady. Anytime he hears a voice outside he runs to the window to see if it is her (it is a wonder our neighbors don't feel like we stalk them.) Last weekend Mady came over and Soren gave her the grand tour of the garden.

She found the world's largest tomato hiding deep in one of the bushes!

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Saturday, September 20, 2008

This Post Comes Without Pictures

Friday night was one of the worst mommy experiences EVER. Awhile after I put Soren to bed I heard him crying hysterically. I ran to his room and at first I thought he was having a nightmare. He was laying on his side, completely immobile, and crying hysterically. I couldn't tell if his eyes were open since it was dark. I started trying to calm him down. That is when he sobbed out the story.

Get this: he had zipped the tip of his penis into the zipper of his jammies!

He wouldn't let me get anywhere near the thing, so I called for Peter. Thank heavens he is 1) decisive and 2) an owner of the particular equipment involved (somehow this makes me think that he knows more about how to handle such types of emergencies). He instructed me to hold Soren's arms down and he pulled the zipper back down. Soren totally screamed. I mean SCREAMED. Once he was free, I just held him until he could stop sobbing.

I looked as much as I could (he wasn't very open to any action in that area) and didn't see any blood or major trauma. So I just put him to bed. Upon closer examination this morning I confirmed that he didn't sustain any lasting damage. Phew. Our poor kid almost circumcised himself.

I'm not sure what the particular lesson there is. Does this mean that little boys need to wear underwear under their zippered pajamas? Are they supposed to wear underwear under all their pajamas? Again, not being an owner of said equipment I kind of thought it might be nice to not always be so constrained. Why don't little boys come with instruction manuals?

Side note: I didn't really know whether to post this story on the blog. I mean, I include the big and small details of our daily life so it made sense that way. But I wondered if this one kind of crossed the line into the personal realm. Penises kind of seem to be by definition kind of personal, no? I gave Peter the deciding vote. His answer - brace yourself - was that I should post it because almost everyone who reads this is female and therefore likes to hear about traumatic penis injuries just to make up for their penis envy. [Insert eye roll] I think he got an A in his Freudian Psychology class.

Friday, September 19, 2008

No More Diapers!

Soren decided last week that he's done with wearing a diaper at night. It actually came quite suddenly, so it kind of surprised me. I expected him to stay dry at night for awhile while still wearing a diaper. Then we'd know he'd be ready to go without one. But that wasn't quite his plan.

While we were in Atlanta I checked on him two nights in a row only to find that after I put him to bed he'd taken his diaper off by himself!
The first night I put it back on while he was sleeping. But he woke up dry the next morning. So when he took it off the second night and said that he didn't need a diaper any more, I decided to see what would happen. He's been dry every night since! He'll sometimes wake up during the night and call for me to take him to the potty, but he hasn't had an accident at all.

Now, if only we could get him to make that same transition away from the binky!

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Hotel Logistics

You know, staying in a hotel room with a three year old requires a bit of creative thinking. While it is interesting to wander around and explore new cities, you just can't do it all day long. In order to have a less tantrum-prone child, it really is neccessary to have a certain amount of downtime in the hotel every day. So, we've learned a few tricks:

1) Always have snacks on hand.
2) Bring some new toys that will entertain him in the room for a little while.
3) If you don't get upgraded to a suite, make your own! Here you'll see that we've converted our regular hotel room into a 2-bedroom suite.

It can be such a nightmare if we can't get him to go to sleep in another "room". In situations where it just isn't possible, I have to admit that Peter and I have resorted to hiding on the floor just so he can't see us while he's falling asleep. Otherwise he just wants to talk and won't fall asleep for hours!

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Noon in the Garden of Good and Evil

Today we made some sidetrips a shortways out of Savannah. We walked around Buenoventure Cemetary which was part of the movie Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. Wow! It was so amazing with all the spanish moss dripping from the trees. If it had been any time other than high noon, it might have been kind of creepy.
Soren really liked climbing around (though we did manage to keep him off the actual gravestones.) He really didn't seem to grasp the concept of what a cemetary was exactly which was just fine for now.
We also stopped at Fort Pulaski which was a fort built during the time of the civil war.

The highlight of the day was definitely Tybee Island. Fun, sun and sand!
It is incredible how much warmer the Atlantic is than the Pacific. It was literally like stepping into bathwater.
There were lots of kids for Soren to run and splash around with.
The longer we stayed, the braver he got about running into the waves.
It was a great, fun and sunny day.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Lots of Fun in Savannah!

Part of the fun of these business trips is that sometimes we can add in excursions that we might otherwise not have gotten to do. A trip to Savannah is one of those excursions. As much history and reputation as Savannah has, it is hard to end up all the way across the country in this small, out of the way town. But being Atlanta makes a weekend jaunt really feasible.

We arrived last night to our quaint (if tiny) hotel in the historic district. Awesome location. Soren immediately wanted to jump on all the tour trolleys whizzing around town, but it was pretty late, so we put him off on that until this morning. We did a tour of the town by trolley this morning. What a beautiful and fascinating place. I'm not sure that Soren memorized any of the interesting details our guide passed along, but he sure liked riding on the trolley. Especially when the guide rang the bell.

We spent most of the rest of the day wandering around town. Checking out the sights. Like the beautiful horses and carriages:
We did fit in quite a few breaks in the air-conditioned coffee shops and soda fountains too.
And we took a good look at some of the more interesting architectural details:
Savannah is full of beautiful, tree-filled squares.
And when we got tired of all the heat and walking we took a break in our hotel.
And had a refreshing dip in the rooftop pool. Look at the beautiful view!
Soren insisted on stripping down completely upon exiting the pool. I pretty much had to wrestle him to the ground to get a towel wrapped around him so he wouldn't be streaking through the hotel hallways on the way back to the room...
Although the towel didn't make it all the way back to the room!
After a nice nap (not just for Soren!) we headed back out for a small ferry ride across the river. There are all sorts of options for paddle boat tours, dinner cruises and the like, but we just wanted to get out on a boat. And this free ferry that just transports you across the river was brightly painted and caught Soren's eye. So we thought we'd just take a quick there-and-back trip to get a ride on the boat. It was fun and we enjoyed it, but when we got off, Soren looked around and asked, "Is this the same place we got on?" When we told him that indeed it was you could see that he was bewildered at the lack of logic in getting on a ferry and not actually going somewhere. He replied, "That makes none sense!"
The historic district of Savannah is up on a bluff, so when you leave the river area you need to climb some pretty steep stairs!
Then, dinner at the Pirates' House restaurant, matey! Their children's menu could be folded into a pirate's hat!
So of course we all needed to get in on the game!
But, I guess it isn't too surprising, the Pirate's House had real pirates walking around. Oy. The restaurant was set up like a big old house with lots smaller rooms. There were about 20 people eating in the room we were in. We enjoyed a lovely meal and after he finished Soren was walking around the table. There was a group of about 10 women at the table next to us celebrating someone's birthday. So of course the pirate came to entertain them. But he made a grand and loud entrance and scared the living daylights out of Soren! Soren was howling in terror! The pirate was trying to apologize. I was trying to calm Soren down. But he just wasn't having it. Soren was absolutely furious. I mean really, really furious. He totally chewed out the pirate! "That is not nice! You should not scare people! People are eating here!" I was actually shocked at how articulate he could be in spite of the terror. He had tears rolling down his face, but he wouldn't back down one iota and let that pirate off the hook for scaring him.
Poor guy. I finally just had to take him outside to calm down. We talked a lot about where pirates might be in this town (only in the restaurant.) But I have to say that part of me is really proud at how well he defended himself.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

All Atlanta Roads Lead To Olympic Park!

You know, we've done things in Atlanta other than go to the park... the Coca Cola Museum, The Children's Museum, and the best Aquarium we've ever been too. How is it that all of our photos are of our fun in Centenniel Olympic Park?

We're in Atlanta!

I'm in Atlanta for work. Peter and Soren joined me on Tuesday. Yesterday afternoon we had a great time downtown in the Olympic park playing in the fountains.
After lots of walking and (for Soren) running around and around and around the fountain, we headed out for a great dinner. I had to capture this moment below because it struck me as one of those things we'll regret teaching Soren someday!
The boys ate a big meal, and were really looking forward to their strawberry shortcake. They had forks in hand from the moment they placed the order!
It wasn't a disappointment with it arrived!
Yum! Yum! Yum!

Monday, September 08, 2008

Update on The Hair

Well, as I mentioned recently, Soren suddenly became terrified of having his hair washed. The other night I decided that no matter what, it was going to get done.

So, I braced myself with a steely reserve and we got into the shower together. We played around for a little while and then I handed him a washcloth and told him to hold it tightly over his eyes. And you know what? He did!

I scrubbed his hair and used my handy specialty rinse thingy. No muss, no fuss. And suddenly his locks were clean and fresh again!

After we finished I complimented him on what a great job he had done. He was totally nonplussed, "Yeah, dad does that to me sometimes. Now I don't smell like a chicken."

I did burst out laughing at the chicken observation. But I don't know where he got the idea that he does this with Peter all the time, because I have it from a pretty reliable source that that is not the case. Oh well, no more need for dreadlock instructions.

A Quick Stop at the Children's Museum

We're members of the local children's museum. We joined again because we have some upcoming trips to cities that also have children's museums and by joining one you get admission to all of them. One of the very best things about being a member is that it makes it suddenly ok to just drop in for a quick 45 minute visit. Instead of feeling obliged to spend a few hours there to get your money's worth, you can drop in whenever you have a spare hour. So we go quite often.

We stopped in the other day to break up some of our errands.

Soren tried out a game that he hadn't tried before. It had a touchscreen and I think he was supposed to guide his fish through some levels of development. Er, well, it was a bit of a struggle for him...
Fortunately he can't read, so he doesn't know his dire fate.
There was another room that had a cool reflection screen that allowed us to move and watch our reflections change on the screen...
This is me posing to take the picture...I used the flash this time so you could see Soren doing his wiggling.