yesterday morning when we were driving to daycare miles informed me that it was just him and me. i said, well, yes it’s just like that except ozzie is here too.
he thought for a minute and then said, “dad, it’s just me and you and ozzie and miles and daddy!” it’s getting a little crowded up in there.
erica and i got a babysitter at the last minute on tuesday evening to go spend a little time with friends. our usual babysitter is the daughter of one of the ladies who work in the infant room at the daycare. she has a friend who lives with her during the week so they usually both come over for the babysitting.
oz was asleep when we left and both girls were sufficiently impressed with miles’ thomas the tank engine bathrobe that he didn’t squawk at all when we left. but after hanging out with britta and brandon for about 45 minutes we got a call saying that ozzie had thrown up. everywhere. twice. so we headed home.
we walked into the house to find two barfed-on, grossed-out 17 year-olds, oz wearing only a diaper, and miles sproinging around on the couch chanting, “ozzie barped! ozzie barped!!”
oz stayed home on wednesday but went back around lunchtime on thursday. about an hour later miles got sent home. erica was also feeling cruddy on thursday and i had my turn on friday. on saturday night erica had to take oz to the hospital because he was screaming his face off. he ended up being asleep by the time they got there, but at least we were able to make sure he wasn’t dehydrated.
hopefully we’re out of the woods now. no one got sent home from school or work today so at least there’s that.
yesterday miles and i had a sick day together. he was feeling more chipper than i was. i made coffee but couldn’t drink it so it was sitting on the end table while we watched tv and played. when miles noticed i wasn’t drinking it he said, “daddy, let me try you’s coffee.” i made sure i t wasn’t too hot and passed it to him. he took a little sip and said, “daddy, it good.” and passed it back. what’s it called when a king has someone to taste his food for him? he’s my that.
the real killer is that sometimes when miles and i have been hanging out together by ourselves for a while, out of the blue he’ll say, “daddy, it’s just me and you, daddy.”
miles: i want a fire, dad.
aaron: okay, as soon as i’m done i’ll start one.
miles: what are you do-ning, dad?
aaron: i’m flattening these boxes so that i can put them with the recycling.
miles: wow.
aaron: what?
miles: my say “wow”, dad.
our little ozzle is such a weirdo. this is his ratface. while he skrinkles up his nose and squinches his eyes he breathes in and out of his nose really fast and loud. he usually does it because erica starts doing it at him. then he does a funny machine-gun sounding fake laugh. he’s really learning how to put on a show. i checked with the daycare ladies this morning and they said they didn’t teach him patty-cake so he just developed all his “roll it” skills on his own.
my guy miles has developed a real affinity for having his clothes warmed in the dryer. it’s totally ridiculous, but when a skinny little guy is shivering from slamming two sippy cups of cold milk and he throws his arms around your neck and says, “daddy, make me warm!” you’d do it too. plus, it’s always fun to hear him say, “daddy, i got hot pants!!”
just heard npr commentators describe michelle obama’s outfit as “mustard? buttercream? deep, pale yellow brocade. jackie kennedy sort of outfit.” i certainly hope she’s not wearing my mental picture. maybe stick to pledge drive, guys?
hey, fancy meeting you here! how’ve you been? we’re good, had a great christmas, lots of snow. well, more than we’re used to around these parts. enough to shut down the town for a weekend until everyone got over it and ventured outside. it bought us a few extra days at home to celebrate with the boys. this was half awesome and half crazy-making.
we haven’t really told miles anything about santa but whatever he’s picked up at daycare prompted him to shout, “santa’s coming!!” whenever he noticed that there was snow falling outside.
miles absolutely loved the christmas tree. every time we got home he would check on all his favorite ornaments. he liked to give me a tour of the tree every few days in case i had forgotten what we had on there. he would remind us every few minutes the he was “looking with mine eyes!” which of course, wasn’t always true, but he managed not to break anything in spite of the time he ran down the hall and into the room and heaved a rugby ball into the tree. i’m not sure what his intention was with that.
miles has entered some crazy pre-teen phase. i think he’s just figuring out how to express preferences. no matter what we tell him we’re about to do he announces loudly, “i no wanna (fill-in-the-blank).” then two seconds later he tells us he wants to do the thing he just said he didn’t want to do. most of the time these aren’t things he has any say in, we’re going to do them or not do them regardless of his official position, but it gets really irritating to constantly have him chirping his dissent, especially when we’re trying to do something fun for him.
he’s also decided that he doesn’t like the idea of taking naps or really going to sleep in any form. in practice he’s still pretty cooperative about it. but anytime he thinks we might possibly be thinking about putting him to sleep he blurts out, “i don’t wanna kake a nap!” and we’re like, dude, you just woke up five minutes ago. he also really doesn’t ever want to go home. he just never wants the party to end.
oh, speaking of that, miles has started being into the dancing. every once in a while he’ll get off the couch and just announce that he needs to dance. then he’ll say, “daddy, turn on the mugik, dad.” he’s got some pretty intense moves.
ozzie is quickly coming up on his first birthday. he’s just a big bundle of smiles. he’s really taken to the crawling and has entered the puts everything in his mouth, constantly trying to take a bath in the dog bowl phase.
he loves to hang out near miles and try to check out what miles is playing with. which causes miles to say, “no, oz!” in a sort of weary voice. which makes me laugh because it’s so funny to me that miles always calls him ozzie except when he’s irritated and then it’s always oz.
ozzie is all about the standing, especially in the bathtub. he likes to stand up without steadying himself on anything and then wave his arms around or bang on something, just to show us that he can keep his balance.
he’s also super into rolling it and patting it and marking it with a ‘B’. he can’t hear the words “roll it” without circling his fat little fists around each other.
yesterday, after consulting with the ladies at daycare, we decided that we weren’t crazy, he definitely says, “yeah” and knows how to use it in the proper context, usually involving food. there is also some conjecture that he says “what”, “mama” and “dada”.
those are the stories from here for now.
here’s what i’ll be doing for the next two days:
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