Yeah it's been a while
OK so it's been nearly a month since my last update. What can I say, I'm out LIVING my life. But since Daddy keeps giving me attitude for not updating, I'll put what few thoughts I have in my head in writing.
Well for starters, it looks like I have the memory of a gnat. I tried to log onto this thing over and over and couldn't remember how to do it. I scrolled up and down and up and down looking for the damn icon to click on. Finally after the 6th scroll I found it. And here we are.
So Matthew's talking a lot more now, and he's picking up new words each day. The other day he came up with "boo" after playing with his friend Avery, and "ow" after he hit his head and I said "ow, that must hurt". Now everytime he bonks his head, he looks right at us and says "ow". And tonight he learned our neighbour's name is Bill. Only he pronounces it "bi-ooooooww". OK, I don't know how to spell phonetically so you'll just have to imagine it in your own heads. Oh, and Grampa (my Dad) is "papa".
He's started crying when Daddy drops him off at the babysitter's. I think it's just because the last two times he's gone there he's been extremely tired and cranky. He's like his Mommy; when we're tired we're both real bitches!
We should be getting a sandbox soon. Woohoo! Grampa (aka papa) is building us a box, and it would've been done by now but apparently 8 ft by 8 ft is too big for a sandbox. I dunno, I disagree but I've been out-voted so it's gone back for modifications. I see nothing wrong with having a sandbox bigger than my king size bed. We have to fit Matthew, his friends Avery and Riley, and me in there (possibly Daddy too) along with 2 Tonka trucks, a few rakes and shovels, some of those plastic starfish and seashell moulds, and a few buckets. However with the new dimensions I have a feeling I've been ousted from the sandbox party. D'oh!
In unrelated news, Daddy is currently playing some training/tutorial video way too loud and it's annoying the heck out of me. It's so boring it would put me to sleep if it weren't so darn loud!
OK that's all I have to say. See, much ado about nothing. Now I've said my piece/peace, I'm going to bed (yes it's only 9 pm, what of it?).
Nighty night!
Well for starters, it looks like I have the memory of a gnat. I tried to log onto this thing over and over and couldn't remember how to do it. I scrolled up and down and up and down looking for the damn icon to click on. Finally after the 6th scroll I found it. And here we are.
So Matthew's talking a lot more now, and he's picking up new words each day. The other day he came up with "boo" after playing with his friend Avery, and "ow" after he hit his head and I said "ow, that must hurt". Now everytime he bonks his head, he looks right at us and says "ow". And tonight he learned our neighbour's name is Bill. Only he pronounces it "bi-ooooooww". OK, I don't know how to spell phonetically so you'll just have to imagine it in your own heads. Oh, and Grampa (my Dad) is "papa".
He's started crying when Daddy drops him off at the babysitter's. I think it's just because the last two times he's gone there he's been extremely tired and cranky. He's like his Mommy; when we're tired we're both real bitches!
We should be getting a sandbox soon. Woohoo! Grampa (aka papa) is building us a box, and it would've been done by now but apparently 8 ft by 8 ft is too big for a sandbox. I dunno, I disagree but I've been out-voted so it's gone back for modifications. I see nothing wrong with having a sandbox bigger than my king size bed. We have to fit Matthew, his friends Avery and Riley, and me in there (possibly Daddy too) along with 2 Tonka trucks, a few rakes and shovels, some of those plastic starfish and seashell moulds, and a few buckets. However with the new dimensions I have a feeling I've been ousted from the sandbox party. D'oh!
In unrelated news, Daddy is currently playing some training/tutorial video way too loud and it's annoying the heck out of me. It's so boring it would put me to sleep if it weren't so darn loud!
OK that's all I have to say. See, much ado about nothing. Now I've said my piece/peace, I'm going to bed (yes it's only 9 pm, what of it?).
Nighty night!
posted by Mommy Shmear at
8:48 PM
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