Say what?!

Daddy:  "Beau, who's your girlfriend?" 

Beau: "Grace...and Mommy." 

That's right.  And that's the way it should always be...

Here we go!

This morning Beau and Charlie both woke up at 5:30 a.m. and proceeded to "talk" to each other from their rooms.  Finally Beau yelled over the monitor, "Mommy!  Charlie and I is awake!"

When I got to the top of the stairs, Beau was already waiting there for me.  He greeted me not with a "good morning" or a hug or a kiss.  Instead he said, "I go see Miss Tiffany now?!"  I think both kiddos were excited about starting the day in their new classrooms.  Hope the teachers were ready! 

Say what?!

"Mommy, go give Daddy a kiss, say your prayers and go to sleep." 

Beau saw me pick up his blanket to take him upstairs to go to bed.  I guess he figured I couldn't put him to sleep if he put me to sleep first.  Way to strike first Beau! 

What a difference a year makes!

A little token of affection from the boys to their teachers.

Today was Beau's last day in his "young threes" classroom.  Tomorrow he moves up to the "old threes" class with Miss Tiffany.  (Yes, I know what you're thinking, "Old threes?  He's not even three yet!"  I don't ask questions...) 

Beau is really happy and so am I, but we're both going to miss Miss TT and Miss Sheri.  I thought I'd look back at how much he has changed in the last year. 

Then:  Size 5 shoe  

Now:  Size 7 or 8 shoe

Then:  Just starting to work on forming sentences  

Now:  Holding random conversations with the cashier at the grocery check out

 Then:  Still a little curious and cautious about Charlie Boy

Now:  Charlie Boy's best friend

Then:  Easily bribed with stickers

Now:  Easily bribed with pencils

Then:  Refused to poop at school

Now:  Potty trained and can't get enough of the toilet...any toilet for that matter

Then:  Loved being naked

Now:  Loves being naked - I guess some things never change

Oh how time has flown...how did this little boy go from this to THIS...

And, we can't leave Charlie out.  Charlie will be entering the "old ones" classroom tomorrow.  He's going to miss Miss  Terri and Miss Brayley, but luckily Miss Lauren will be moving up with him.

No, I don't have any pictures of his first day at school...but these were taken around the same time. 

 Then:  Trying to sit up unassisted

Now:  Never sits still

Then:  Rolling from front to back and back to front

Now:  Running, running, running

Then:  Smiling at music

Now:  Dancing to the rhythm

He's such a big boy!  They both are. 

Say what?!

Last night Beau took the initiative to say his prayers all by himself. It went a little something like this:

"Now I way me, down to sleep,

I pway the Ward my soul to takes.

If I should dies, before I wake,

mommy I'm gonna spank you on your heiney!"

(Followed by uncontrollable laughter...)

Is it just me?

So I was flipping through some photos on my phone the other day, and I couldn't help but notice a trend at the Brian Residence. 

What do you think? 

 Notice a common thread in these photos?

 Seriously?  When did PANTS become optional?  Is this a boy thing?  A summer thing? 

 Que cera.  I suppose this is just another one of those "Joys of Being the Mother of Boys." 

Sew....what have you been up to?

That title was for you, Rebecca. 

Every Tuesday at school is Water Day for Beau. You bring a swim suit and towel and the kiddos get to play in sprinklers, the water slide, and a kiddie pool for half the day. (Provided of course, the heat index doesn't get past 101 degrees...which has happened WAY TOO OFTEN this summer.) 

We've been instructed to bring the suit and towel in a plastic bag for storage afterwards.  After a few days of using an old Target bag, I thought, "Surely, we can do something cuter than this."  Then, I thought about Rebecca again.  (Didn't think you'd be mentioned in this blog post twice, now did you?)  A little while back she made these precious zippered bags...with waterproof lining!  How perfect?! 

But, Rebecca's were monogrammed.  I don't have a machine to do that.  But I couldn't possibly send Beau to school with a plain bag, right?  Then I figured, this is going to be my first attempt at a zipper, might as well be my first attempt at applique!  So, armed with a few fat squares of fabric, some vinyl, a couple zippers and a package of heat n bond, I gave it my best shot...

Pardon the wrinkled fabric...you can't exactly iron vinyl...

Nice and water proof.  Perfect for wet swimsuits!

Not too shabby...

And I had so much fun with the bags I made one for Marc and Henry! 

Dancing machine

We call this the "Charlie Stomp."  No, he does not have much rhythm; but man, he loves to dance.  That's right. I said dance.  Don't laugh...this is Charlie dancing. 

Say what?!

Beau:  "Daddy, I go watch Toy Story now."

Daddy:  "No, Beau. You didn't eat your dinner so you don't get to watch Toy Story."

Beau:  "Daddy, I go watch Toy Story now."

Daddy:  "Beau, I said, 'no.'"

Beau:  "Daddy, I said, 'yes.'  Now let's watch Toy Story." 

Say what?!

"He must just be really dense."

Dr. Richard, Charlie's pediatrician, reacting to the news that his weight actually puts him UNDER the 50th percentile. 

Say what?!

Beau:  "Mommy, I just want to be naked." 

And so it begins...

Later that night...

Beau:  "Mommy, I have a penis."

Mommy:  "Yes, Beau you have a penis."

Beau:  "And Charlie has a penis."

Mommy:  "Yes, Charlie has a penis."

Beau:  "And Daddy has a penis."

Mommy:  "Yes, Daddy has a penis."

Beau:  "Mommy, you have a penis?"

Mommy:  "No, Beau.  Mommy does not have a penis."

Beau then looked at me befuddled - actually scratching his head in confusion...

Beau:  "Silly Mommy, sure you have a penis!"

I just smiled.  I really didn't want to get into an anatomy lesson with a two and a half year old at 7:30 p.m.  We'll save that for later.  Or, for Daddy time. 

Blame it on the rain

I couldn't write that title without Milli Vanilli popping into my head.  What could have been...*sigh*

Anyway, Sunday it rained all day.  Scratch that.  The heavens opened and the bottomed dropped out.  Unfortunately we were not able to go to the pool as planned.  Quite a bummer since Beau was stoked about practicing what he had learned in his swimming lesson the day before.  Man, I almost wrote that with a straight face.  More on that memorable lesson to follow. 

There are few things tougher as a mother of two very young and very active little boys than finding something to do with them.inside.all.day.long.  I was not very successful.  Below is a sampling of our day. 

Come on sunshine!  I can't do more weekends like this!!

Summertime, summertime, sum...sum...summertime...

Enjoying some (baby) pool time. 

Say what?!

Charlie:  "Kick it!"

Charlie has always loved to throw balls, but now he loves kicking them. And he wants you to know it. 

Beau:  "And I'm gonna look like a penguin." 

Now that we have Beau on board with a plane trip in September for Agustin's wedding, I'm trying to get him excited about his role as ringbearer.  I tried to describe his attire, a tux, and might have, maybe, sort of mentioned that he will look like a penguin.  I did this once...three weeks ago.  Now when you ask him about the trip he exclaims how he will look like a penguin.  Que cera. 

Say what?!

Beau:  "No, you first." 

This morning Beau rushed to the door as we were about to leave, opened it for Billy and I and ushered us out the house like a little gentleman.  We are obviously doing something right. 

Feet don't fail me now!

Now that the jig is up, Charlie is a walking machine.  He's a maniac walking all over the house from room to room.  The video above was actually cut short as I had to be near him as he crawled up the stairs.  He's EVERYWHERE!

He's usually pretty noisy, often carrying a bat so that he can hit everything in his path.  (If you listen closely you can hear him saying, "Bam!  Bam!" in the video.)  But sometimes, he's pretty stealthy - sneaking up on you when you least expect it.  I love that he's walking now.  He loves that he is walking now.  All in all, the Brian residence is much happier these days. 

Odds and Ends

We are tired at the Brian residence...

It's summer time and we are just blowing and going.  Here's some highlights from the last month or so. 

Yep, this about sums up the trip.

The boys had off for Memorial Day (and the Friday before...weird, no?) and so did I. Since Billy was stuck in the office I called up good ole Paw Paw and asked if he wanted to tag along to the Aquarium.  He agreed and the trip went as expected. 

One thing Beau loved - BIRDIES.  He even fed them by himself without freaking out. 

Charlie was everywhere, wanting to see and touch - and if we would have let him - eat everything he saw.  Beau panicked and screamed and decided maybe he didn't care for fishes so much afterall. 

Yes, I do think I'll have a bite of that dressed cheeseburger.  This kid eats EVERYTHING.

But, hamburgers and ice cream cones make everything better.  And the day was a success. 

Birdie watching.

By the way, Beau is obessesed with birds.  He can name about five different species and can spot them from 100 yards away.  It's quite impressive.  The other morning I saw him standing by our window with his toy shotgun.  He yelled out, "Pale!  Pale!"  (Yes, I know.  Weird.  But that's his "gun" noise.  We've tried to teach him better to no avail.)  I asked what he was doing.  And he very calmly told me, shooting birdies.  Billy was so proud.  (PS - the below video may have been recorded over a month ago.  I'm admittedly a bit behind.) 

Charlie is a walking machine.  I am so relieved.  It's not that I thought he was developmentally delayed, it's just that...well, he's heavy. I was tired of carrying him around.

As some of you know, Beau called Cheerios reindeer food.  It's my fault really.  But now, he calls Honey Nut Cheerios "Daddios".  I don't know where that came from but it makes me smile everytime he says it. 

He's getting better at it - honest. 

Charlie now eats with a spoon.  He hasn't quite mastered the skill yet.  But he demands a spoon 100% of the time and he tries his darnedest...with much success...at every meal. 

In September we are taking Beau to Billy's cousin's wedding in Austin, Texas.  Actually, Beau is IN the wedding.  He's the ring bearer.  We'll be flying to the event and I've already started preparing him for the occasion.  Dee Dee bought Beau a toy airplane to make flying seem fun.  But as of now our conversations go like this: 

Mommy:  "Beau, do you want to fly in an airplane?" 

Beau:  "No.  I don't think so.  Thanks." 

Hmmm...we'll have to keep working on that one. 

Billy got a Big "Fake" Green Egg last month.  He loves it.  I swear he would leave me for the thing.  Honestly, this does not worry me except I don't think he'd be willing to take at least one of the boys with him.  I cannot be a single mom.  But still, I am enjoying his products...



Say What?!

A little conversation I had with Charlie's teacher just before we left for vacation...

Me:  "Ms. Terri!  Charlie walked about eight feet all by himself this morning!"

Ms. Terri:  Blank stare.

Me:  "He's been walking at school already, hasn't he?"

Ms. Terri:  "I'm sorry, honey.  He's been walking here for over a week.  We just assumed he was walking at home too." 

That little turkey, Charlie, apparently has been walking since late-May.  He only recently decided to walk at home.  Or maybe I should say, he only recently got caught walking at home. 

A family vacation (Lapoon style)

We recently took the boys to the beach for the first time.  We've been looking forward to this for quite some time.  Beau, quite frankly, has not stopped talking about the trip for months.  Usually his conversations went a little like this: 

Mommy:  "Beau, want to go to the beach?"

Beau:  "Yea!  We can feed the lions yogurt on the beach?"

Mommy:  "Uh, sure."

But of course, this is the Brian family.  Things cannot go smoothly as planned.  Let's just say running into a pride of lions on the beach would have been more pleasant than some of what we encountered. 

We left Thursday afternoon.  We loaded up the Suburban with all our junk then me, Billy, Beau, Charlie, Maw Maw, Paw Paw and Nan jumped in.  The ride was pretty smooth.  That is until we got about thirty miles out from our destination.  Riding along Highway 59 Charlie got sick.  Very sick.  Know what I learned?  As a mother your first instinct when your child throws up is to catch it.  Yep.  Charlie started yaking and I held my hands out to try and protect him (and the upholstery too).  Alas, I was unsuccessful.  He and I were covered in vomit.  Awesome.  (I did manage to protect the car and all the blankets and pillows surrounding us.  So there's that...) 

We stopped at the nearest gas station and took out the poor, confused baby.  After some serious cleaning with baby wipes and napkins and one costume change (yea, I couldn't get to my clothes so I wasn't so lucky) off we went. 

When we arrived to the beach the weather was just nasty.  We stayed in for dinner, called it an early night and hit the hay praying for better weather the next day. 

Charlie threw up in the middle of the night.  Awesome.

We awoke the next morning to only slightly better weather.  However, Charlie was a significantly happier baby.  Hooray!  Something is going right. 

After a large breakfast (because that's what you do right before you put on your bikini), we ventured downstairs for some fun in the sun (that is tongue in check as we had partly cloudy weather all day long).  But, in the end we had a great time.  It never got too hot and it never rained on us.  Beau LOVED playing in the sand, making sandcastles and destroying other people's creations.  Charlie would have dove headfirst into the Gulf if I would have let him.  A little time in the pool and then we retired upstairs to clean up and go to dinner to celebrate Nan's birthday. 

After a only mildly eventful dinner we got back to the condo and relaxed.  Outstanding.  No rain and no vomit.  It was a successful day.

And then we woke up. 

Torrential downpours had hit the panhandle of Florida and there was no end in sight.  We needed something indoors to do with the boys.  Our best option was the Chuck E Cheese thirty miles away in Pensacola.  No worries - let's go! 

Did I mention there were torrential downpours?  Oh, and fun tidbit of information - on Saturday, Pensacola saw it's largest rainfall since 1887.  1887.  And we were there.  In a car.  With screaming kids.  Awesome.  It took us two hours to get there because all the roads were flooded.  Cars were stranded everywhere.  It was pretty scary.  But, we finally made it to Chuck E Cheese. 

The boys had a blast.  Who cares if the pizza was less than stellar?  We were relatively dry and they were unmistakably happy. 

Then we drove home.  We decided not to even try the back roads and instead took interstate all the way back.  It took us about 30 miles out of the way, but there was no worry about washing away.  Driving down Highway 59 I smelled something...then I heard something.  Like clockwork, out went my hands and Beau delivered - throwing up all over me.  What is it with Highway 59?!  Beau got very sick and was so upset.  Between the vomiting and tears I tried desperately to clean him up.  We stopped at the nearest gas station and performed the same routine.  Once again, I did not get a costume change because I had only brought a change of clothes for the boys.  Awesome. 

Back at the condo the weather had cleared.  Beau had taken some medicine and felt much better.  It was around 6:00 p.m. and the beach was full of people (presumably because everyone had been cooped up all day).  We decided to go for a family walk on the beach.  It was probably the most fun we had the entire time.  We were soaking wet and covered in sand by the time it was all said and done, but we had a blast.  We came home, showered up and put the boys to bed.  It was a good day. 

And then I woke up...at 3:00 a.m...hugging the toilet. The stomach bug had struck.  That little devil! 

The next morning we packed up.  We looked for an alternate route to Highway 59, because REALLY?  Did we want to tempt fate?  Against our better judgment we took Highway 59.  While we stopped for breakfast, Beau got sick again.  But, hey, at least it wasn't in the car. 

We arrived safely in Mandeville in time for a late lunch and a long afternoon nap.  We're all still reeling a bit from the trip.  But I think the good memories will probably outlive the bad...I think.