Monday, August 30, 2010

How to diaper my boy

Graham has decided he no longer wants to wear diapers.  I don't understand why, or how, this realization has dawned on my almost eight month old, but it has.  This is how it works:
-I lay him down
-he flips over
-I flip him back over and get one snap off of his shirt...
-and already he's flipped back over
-This continues until all snaps are undone
-Sit up and stretch my back because I am hunched over on the floor because the changing table doesn't work anymore (why you may ask) because he has almost flipped off of it too many times...sigh
-While I was stretching he has crawled to his nightlight and is trying to get it off the wall
-I drag him back and begin to undo his diaper
-The constant flipping continues...but this time there is screaming involved...on both parties
-If there is a "surprise" in the diaper I proceed to wipe it off of the feet, ankles, knees, my hands, my elbows and what ever is left on the bum-bum
-Sit up and stretch again...wipe brow of the tiny beads of sweat
-Realize he is no longer in the room...check the bathroom first because he has discovered the toilet...see him pulling up on the toilet...gross!
-lay him down again and start handing him toy after toy
-toys no longer work...start making crazy monkey sounds to get his attention
-monkey sounds work for one side of the diaper...now he is bored...
-flips over again
-start making popping sounds
-popping sounds work for the second side
-AND HE'S DIAPERED!
-do victory dance
-fall on my face from exhaustion
-realize he's left the room again

Saturday, August 28, 2010

The First Word

So yesterday was an exciting day in the Holland house.  My little man Graham said his first word!! 

In the morning he always watches his daddy go out the front door to work.  Since he has learned to crawl, he takes off for the door...usually crying.  Yesterday he took off for the door, hollering at the top of his lungs, dadadadadadadadada!  I thought, "oh, how cute...there's no way he said dada though."  For the rest of the morning I proceeded to brainwash my son with
"say mama...mama...mamamamamamamamama"  And each time he would laugh at me.
Lunch time came around and we loaded up and headed to McDonalds (still too hot for the park down here).  I joined two of my best buds for chicken nuggets, apples, and dirty playground feet, only to hear them say "I think Graham is saying dada!"  Well...I was still not ready to give in. 
For the next couple of hours I kicked up the brainwashing a notch...I had Lilly join me.  So between the two of us we said "mama" about 4.5 billion times.  And each time Graham would laugh at me. 
As Tim pulled into the driveway I said "Lilly, Daddy's home," only to hear my little man scream "DADA" and ferociously crawl to the front door. 
So I gave in.  My little man, who only wants ME at 2am, and who only chews on ME with sweet potatoes all over his face, and who crawls over mountains of laundry to get to ME...said Dada first. 
At least he is the greatest Dada in the world.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Here I go!!!

Ok, so I'm new to this whole...blogging thing...but I guess I will give it a try! 

I was recently inspired by Aunt Sue to write a book about life at the Holland house.  She came down from Iowa for a visit and felt that our house held some interesting things that other folks might like to read.  Maybe it was the way my daughter turned into an oompa-loompa after eating strawberries, or the fact that my son likes licking floor vents...I don't know what made her think that someone might find our life funny!  Either way, the thought of attempting a book scared me, but blogging could be fun!  I'm kind of looking at it like a diary!  Except you have discovered it under my bed and are reading it...shame on you!

So I will now raise my glass to my first blog entry and call it a night...and hope that I can learn to navigate this site and make my page look more appealing.  And I can only hope that my next entry will be even better!

To all you pro-bloggers out there...if you have any tips I would appreciate them.