Raising Watsons

Tucker hasn’t quite mastered the use of fork and spoon yet but we felt it was a good time to expand his utensil repertoire.

He wasn’t 100% sure of their intended use at first.

SUCCESS!!!

The night was rough – 37 weeks preggo Mom was given a fat and bloody lip delivered via head butt from the Lil Man. On the inside, Lil Ms had a foot stuck for about a day in the same spot resulting in internal belly bruising. A persistent cough kept Mom and Dad up most of the night till around 2am when they found solace on the couch and the guest bed, respectively.

Tucker was up early, which is normally the time for our cherished family snuggle/sleep time. The alternate sleeping arrangements threw the little dude, plus Dad had to leave for work early resulting in morning interruptus, which if you’re Tucker looks a little something like this:

milk is too coooold
i need more cereal
no, not milk, I want juice
i need more milk IN my cereal
cereal all done, I wanna ride the fire truck
i don’t want to go to school
noooooooo, don’t take off my payamas
NO SHOES
crocks!
my feet are all dirty
oh, it’s just sand
i want that oooone.  yellow oooone.  (winter jacket which is too small)
no, mama. blue. jacket. is. too. small. (actually fits)
nooooo jacket
I don’t want sunglasses
it’s too bwight outside
where are my red sunglasses?
i don’t want blue ones

At this time, lunch packed, car loaded, door locked and grouchy toddler a foot from the car I realize it’s picture day. It’s picture day and Tucker is dressed like a 2 year old hobo because his school believes heavily in “sensation (aka – messy) play”.

It wasn’t easy, but Mom and Tucker managed to put on a respectable outfit and compromise on a jacket-less, blue sunglasses day. Tucker looked great.  We won’t be showing any pictures of busted up, exhausted mom.

Times are tough in the Big (bouncy) House.  No shoes, no food, no drinks.

Boys hanging out, looking for trouble..

best to keep your allies close

in case you need to break out

but most of the time they just toss you back in.

A boy on his own could start to lose it around here!

If you do break out, be prepared for a new identity and a fresh start.

Tucker’s dinner: broccoli, green beans, pork spare rib, miso soup, seaweed, lo mein, chicken, crab, pork bun, sesame bun, fruit (grapes, bananas, peaches, pears) and ice cream. And a fortune cookie.

Rather than owning two cribs, we decided to make the move to a big boy bed for Tucker. Naturally, Ben and I have been anxious about the change/future psychiatric bills to lighten the emotional baggage but once again he proved far more adaptable than we expected. Tucker was THRILLED.

About the Big Boy Bed – This is an Ikea model that will someday flip over so the bed is a top bunk with a play area underneath. Outfitted with Pottery Barn transportation sheets and quilt, there’s a side-rail not picture here. Ben painted the bottom and side panels with chalkboard paint and eventually we’ll put some cork board on the upper panels to display artwork. (Space pajamas not included)

“I’m a frog!”