January 9th, 2013

Oh Austria

This past weekend L had the sweetest opportunity to be reacquainted with his cousin, my nephew, Cor. Last time he was in town L was at that age where an unfamiliar face was not worthy of his attention.

Now that he is three, things are clearer and he is more apt to letting people into his world; oh thank gawd we are his parents because we couldn’t even fathom the thought of not being in the “in” crowd.

The first hour was bit shaky but after that C did something amazing; he played the drums. L’s ears perked up and his heart began to open. Oh how I longed for that little voice to say his name and for him to be accepted into his world. Score.

They spent a couple of days together and like C’s dad he made a deep impression. So far L voluntarily speaks of his cousin as if he would be able to hang out in any given day but when I remind him that he is now back in Austria he responds with, “maybe tomorrow mommy”…break my heart.

The other day I was practicing the short but long awaited drum lesson from my nephew and L helped keep count…base drum @ 1 & 3 and snare @ 2 & 4…smart kid.

August 10th, 2012


Two months shy of turning 3 and your dad and I are totally digging your words. 

Mom: ‘why don’t you want to pee standing up?’

L: ‘be-cuuuuz I don’t like it’

(mom’s inner monologue: ‘because? he knows what because means? crazy kid!’)

Mom: ‘hey L, in two minutes we are going to go potty, ok?’

L: silence

Mom: ‘okay L?’

L: silence

Mom: ‘okay L? did you hear me’

L: ‘okay mommy’

Mom: ‘okay what? what did i say?’

L: ‘okay mommy’

(the whole time his nose is deep into one of his apps)

…same situation…

mom: ‘okay L, two minutes are up!  time for potty!’

L: ‘not two minutes mommy’

(mom’s inner monologue: ‘how in the hell did he know that?!’)

Mom: ‘L? did you just butt-butt? (fart)

L: (with a chuckle) ‘yeah, it stuynks!’

mom: ‘it sure does baby!’

and my favorite…

Mom: ‘L? did you poo-poo in your chones (chon-ehs) mn: underwear?’

L: (with a chuckle) ‘yeah, it’s ginormous’

Every day we are surprised with the crazy things you say.  Some things are pretty ridiculous and we can’t help but laugh our ass off.  You continue to amaze and entertain us and we can’t help but say…bring it on baby, we love it.

July 7th, 2012

chocolate milk…

July 7, 2012…I almost gave in and made a glass of chocolate milk to L…oh he would have loved it but I knew that if I did, he would never want boring old milk again. 

UGH!  I really want him to have a glass of choco milk! 

June 24th, 2012

Big Boy Weekend

It’s like Niel Armstrong said, “it’s one small step for boy, a giant step for big boy kind”….not his exact words but this weekend began L’s journey to boyhood. We said good bye to diapers and hello to big bit chones (pronounced choe-ness).

It was a gradual transition which took place within a couple of months, first we talked about the hype, which he found fasinating, then we introduced him to the purchase which took some talking into but he amused us by trying on then we hyped it again and then dove into those bad boys…he never looked back.

Then on came the potty training, with hit and misses we walked away from this weekend with a talk about the opropriate places to pee and poo which is the toilet and not his chones but it’s a WIP & we are being patient.

We will see what happens in school….I’m confident he will do fine, I am more worried about the teachers.

Then dad thought it would be a good idea to convert L’s crib into a big boy bed & L was ready front and center to lend a helping hand and get the bed started. He jumped in, tested it out and even tested his rents by jumping on his bed…that was quickly kiboshed.

Tonight as we got ready for bed he kept talking about his new bed; he’s proud.

And so are we.

You are a great kid and we can’t say it enough.

Love you to pieces.

June 3rd, 2012

devastation at the trash can

tonight at the dinner table L was being a L and wanted to have no more dinner and wanted a sweet snack, so I bargained with the dude and he ate few more bites and then attacked his orange.

he set his plate aside so that he could give his full attention to this juicy round nectar, so like normal I started to clear the table for the night and I poured the uneaten dinner into the mouth of our trash can, now called Mr. Trash Can.

tears filled his eyes, his orangey smile turned into a frown and let out a hint of a cry and as I turned around to face him he said, “not done mommy!” I felt horrible.  so, I put on Grandpa Z’s humor hat and began my spiel in hopes that my dad’s pocket of tricks was going to work on L as they had a million times with me.

i asked Mr. Trash Can if I could talk to him, all awhile L had his tear filled eyes on my, and he opened his mouth (lid) and said “yes”.  we proceeded to have a conversation about the lost dinner and Mr. Trash Can was a bit embarrassed, after looking around in his trash bin that the dinner had been eaten but apologized to L.  Mr. Trash Can asked L if he would forgive him and L’s tearless eyes were smiling and said he forgave him and all was good from that moment on.  

My heart sank to my belly when I saw how upset he was.

Thanks dad, yet again, your humor and knack for being a showman paid off. 

RIP Pop!

"talk to me mommy!"

Me and L were getting ready for the bed time ritual, while getting ready for the wash hand and brush teeth portion L sat me down on the floor and he said to my heart, “talk to me mommy!” I was so surprised to hear those words, he’s 2.5 years and normally at that time of the ritual I get, “brush teeth tomorrow mommy” but tonight was different.

So he picked the topics and I lead the discussion, he asked me to dance because his first topic was music, so we danced.

After we brushed teeth, we picked out books and had three more talks and ended with his favorite reads…it was an absolute honor to sit and talk to my little guy…I hope we never stop.

¡Te quiero tanto mijo!

March 28th, 2012

The Haps

L has been pretty active lately, he’s taken us down some smooth roads and some bumpy roads but all in all we are surviving…well, at least he is.

As I type he is quietly calling out, “daddy”, last week it was mommy but lately mommy’s taken a backseat because she’s been laying on her lazy ass recuperating from her wisdom teeth surgery…oh what fun.  For the past 2 years L has been a great sleeper, we go through our routine and bam! the boy is asleep.  For the past month he’s been turning a few tricks, asking for water before he hits the sack or he will ask for two more minutes of holding and rocking before he turns in for the night but now, he will ask for that and go on a quiet rant about how much he wants to go downstairs or that he wants either me or his super dad.  At first, my heart would break, I know what’s its like to have to go to bed but want to hang with the rents, well, not necessarily the rents, I just wanted to hang out and watch Dallas or Knotslanding but who cares, I didn’t want to go to sleep. I know all about asking for those little things just to get a few more seconds of cuddle time and still I give in but lately, dad and I have been holding our ground, turning the other cheek and starring at one another waiting for one of us to give each other the go ahead to go upstairs and ask mijo what his deal is.  It’s important to know that we both are weak when it comes to L and we both cave in and when we do we normally tell each other the same thing…” we are setting precedence!” And at times that works and then there are times that it doesn’t.  He’s been falling asleep pretty late, not by our control, we put him to bed on time but he falls asleep and hour sometimes two hours later; it’s hard but we are trying to be strong…boy we are trying.  One thing is for sure, and I’ve repeated this many times, L has a strong attitude and when he is determined to get his way he will fight tooth and nail for what he feels is right…that will go a long way when he gets older but for now, this is one protest he cannot win. (he is still quietly asking for daddy)

Feats of strengths, this boy is strong and when he has to fight us off he will turn green and throw us into a frenzy; case in point, nebulizer and eye medication.  A few months ago we had to give him breathing treatments and through tears and screams we put him through the GREAT NEBULIZER (say that with a deep manly voice, w/ a hint of echo).  Most of those tears and screams were his but some were ours. We had never heard him scream for vengeance and it scared the shit out of us but for many days we had to endure the punishment of the GREAT NEBULIZER.  Every night i would say, “come on nebulizer people! make a product that doesn’t sound like it’s going to eat your child, the parents and the freaking cat and make something quieter and friendlier!”  The mask alone are pretty scary, like, 1970’s slasher movie scary, COME ON! (and now he is quietly asking for mommy, no daddy, yup daddy it is).  For a month, L would say, “no breathing treatments mommy. treatments, go away!”; for a freaking month we had to hear that and it simply killed us.  He really showed us that he has super human strength…like made mutant strength.

Now, he’s onto eye drops for his allergies and pink eye, he screams but not like nebulizer screams, it’s just the normal, “NO EYE DROPS!” scream and that my friend we can handle.

Now for the fun stuff!

L is in soccer and he LOVES IT!  I’ve never seen him get so stoked about anything before in his life but the minute he knows it’s Sunday, he is jumping around and chanting, “soccer practice! my soccer practice!”  He really surprised us with his mad dribbling skills and how well he kicks the ball.  He’s getting better at the drills and we are having a blast, running around and helping him listen to his coach…she’s really cute and I think he thinks so too.  It’s great to see the parents interact with their kids and I love watching K teach L and coach him on his drills…melt my heart!

Swimming lessons are in two weeks and I can’t wait!

L’s become a real comedian and he is totally showing us how well he can take a joke,  we love watching him laugh at jokes or laugh at movie scenes.  He has a knack for keeping our funny bone alive and what can I say, his adorable smile resonates though out the day for us.  He is a delight.

I think he finally hit the sleep button. 

Speaking of, my painkillers are starting to take it ‘s toll and I should be hitting the sack myself.

I miss you tumblr, blog you later!

February 3rd, 2012


Dear L, While you are dreaming about spaghetti and crayons, me and your daddy were discussing the pros and cons of private school. Yeah, we know we have a few years ahead of us but it’s not too early to discuss. Bottom line, your dad hates uniforms because they oppose individuality and your mom has more confidence in you that you will beat the system and rise above the message. I personally feel that uniforms are the least of our worries and that education and proper attention from both your parents and the school will help cure you into a bad ass. BUT to your dad’s defense…he loves you and he wants to see you in a right place instead of some shitty place that will determine your future…after all, we don’t want you to feel that you are limited to making money from reality shows and or the unmentionable…stripping. …which makes me reflect on a Simpson’s episode where Bart didn’t get the proper education and he wound up being a stripper at the local boom-boom lounge. You’ll watch that episode when you get older…it’s funny but to the point of every parent. Just know this, we want the best for you and our actions are riding on pure love, nothing more and nothing less…I am your mother, and I approve this disclaimer.