Everett the pretender

Everett has learned how to pretend.  I mean, really pretend.  He's known how to pretend to eat play food, be a monster, etc. for a long time, but yesterday was something beyond that.  He was pretending to drive his car downtown to go buy gum (a bit of an obsession at the moment) then bringing the "gum" back to me to chew on.  He would then think of a new location (wal-mart, the co-op, county market, mcdonalds) and ask me which direction to go.  If I actually pointed out the literal direction of said locations, he would say, "NO!  It not that way!"  Sorry?  It was hilarious.  I remember the days of pretending fondly and hope he has a nice long run of living in an imaginary world all from his own creation.

Oh, and some more awesome sayings lately.

E: "I don't like mooses!"  Me: "why not?"  E: "They could step on me."  Me: "Good point."
Brian: "Bye, Everett!"  E: "Where you goin'?"  B: "To the woods."  E: "Oh.  You find wolf-es.  I no like wolf-es.  I scary wolf-es."
E: "I wan watch baby eyening spying time."  Yeah, just try and guess that one.... (baby signing time)

Busy week meal plan

I say it's going to be a busy week, but really, last week was crazy.  And yes, I know I haven't done a meal plan in ages, but shush.  Last week, I had a full daycare ALL week.  That means two extra babies every work day from about 7:45-5.  Oh, and Brian was gone from 6 AM Tuesday morning until around 10:30 PM Thursday night.  PHEW!
This week, I only have full daycare M, W, Th, half of Tuesday, and one extra baby on Friday.  BUT Brian will be gone for a wedding from Wednesday through Sunday.  Oh, and I'm running my first 10K on Saturday.  Riiiight.
So here's the meal plan!

Dinners for October 9-16

Sunday, October 9 – birthday dinner with grandparents

Monday, October 10 – shepherd’s pie (apple/brie melts for lunch)

Tuesday, October 11 – whitefish, baked potatoes and veggies, and apple cranberry pie with oatmeal cookie crust

Wednesday, October 12 (Brian gone) – frozen meal

Thursday, October 13 (Brian gone) –  Slow cooker bean soup (maybe something like this)

Friday, October 14 (Brian gone, night before race) – Spaghetti

Saturday, October 15 (Brian gone, night after race) – leftover soup

Sunday, October 16 (Brian maybe gone) – leftovers or pasties

Everett-isms

Just a sampling from the past few days.
"Wonder Pets share celery.  Maybe I go in t.v. and share celery with Wonder Pets!"
"I not very good at tinker toys." (That one nearly broke my heart!)
"Oh my!  Goodness gracious!  Sakes alive!  Holy cow!  Big one!" (saw an excavator working up close)
"I watch a little bit of t.v. please?"
"They're playing football?  Oh, I LIKE football!  Maybe I play with them.  They squish me?"
Me: "Guess what."  Everett: "orange!"  Me: "orange???"  Everett: "we have some orange."  (He was apparently still thinking about what he wanted for a snack and I had moved on...)
(To Brian) "I like bein with you.  With no one else."
(To a daycare baby) "You crawled!  Hooray!  Good job!"
"This sharp?"  Me: "yes, so you shouldn't really touch it." (orange peeler) Everett: "I be really careful."
"You singin backyard?!?"  Me: "umm...yes."  E: "WHY!?  It stuck in your head?"
"I need some snuggles" (as he lies down on my lap)

Crawling!

Aaand he's crawling!  I'm in trouble.

Everett is 2 years and 10 months, Callum is 7 months and 5 days

Growing before my eyes

When Everett was a baby, it seemed like his clothes got tighter and smaller day by day until I would finally pack them up and put them away, pulling out the stash of the next size's clothes.  This is not the case with Callum.  I think he saves up all his growth spurt time and piles it into a few hours, or maaaybe a day.  I can think of more than one occasion when I've looked at him and thought, "you are bigger than you were yesterday!"  It's like he's one size, takes a nice long nap, wakes up and has grown two inches and two pounds.  The most recent event occurred Thursday night as I had flopped him onto my belly to burp him during his bedtime nursing.  With his head tucked under my chin, I realized that his feet were down at my thighs.  And they so hadn't been the night before.  That, and he was heavy.  He's up at around 20 lbs now and boy can I tell when I have him perched on my hip because leaving him on the floor with his toys is apparently equated in his mind to abandoning him on a cold dark street in the middle of an unknown city.
Maybe it's that I'm more keenly aware that he is growing too fast, or maybe he grows at the speed of light.  You never know...  This horrible concept of my baby "growing" was only intensified yesterday when I was watching the tiniest, cutest little nearly 5 month old girl.  She was just the cutest little peanut and couldn't have weighed 15lbs.  I picked her up and nearly threw her to the ceiling.  I'm so used to lugging these enormous 7-8 month olds all day (and the occasional nearly 3 year old who is half my size).
Since my almighty super mom powers apparently do not extend into the "restriction of growing up/getting bigger" field, I guess I just have to deal with this and make sure to snuggle and kiss every squishy baby cheek, downy baby hair, and rolly baby body while I have the chance.  That, and whisper to my boys: "I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always.  As long as I'm living, my baby you'll be." (Robert Munsch)

Everett is 2 years and 10 months, Callum is 7 months and 4 days