Oct 31

Great fun was had. We actually socialized with adults. My mom rocks. She took Tommy for the night. He go out with his cousins and get some treats. It was a really good day. Homemade costumes rock. It comes in handy to have an engineer with a full arsenal of tools to construct my vision...

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A boy conflicted

In a week where the Tigers are in a pennant race, and the MSU game is on the schedule for big blue, one boy stands conflicted. What to wear?????? Who needs my support the most today? Okay, both is an acceptable answer. Thank goodness. Don't know what he would have done if he had to choose.

Just so that you know that I am not exaggerating... This is the boy that usually watches Blues Clues in the morning when mommy doesn't have to be to work until 9:30. This morning, he finished breakfast, went over to the couch and said, "Mommy, I need to watch football or baseball."

I turned on sports center, and he watched for 5 minutes while I finished packing his lunch. Daddy and Pop Row Row should be so proud.

Between Daddy and Tommy, I feel my days of TV are very numbered. I have insisted that we only have one TV in the house thus far. I enjoy the fact that we do not watch all that much when T is awake, but I just do not have a good feeling about this. Do other two year olds enjoy sports center recaps?

Light writing

Oh... the fun!!!

So, if you have never learned to light wright with your digital camera, you must. it is quite fun.

T is almost 2

I can not believe how old he is.. i refuse to believe it. he is still one for another couple of weeks... he is still my sweet little baby boy..but he will tell you, "I am not a baby, I am a big boy."

I know I am bias as his mother, but I sewar to you, it does not get any cuter than my sweet little Tommy...

the darndest things

Some recent Tommy sayings:

"Oh...I made a big mess mamma."

"I want more watermelon, Lisa." (daycare teacher: "Tommy that is all of the watermelon your mommy packed") "It's okay, just call mamma."

"Can I please see pop row row in a few minutes?"

"Mia, I ride a train, did you ride a train?"

"I got a owie on my elmo" (Daddy, "You mean your elbow, Tommy?") "Yes, my elmo."

"Mamma, I spitting. Spitting is a bad idea. Spitting rude, okay mamma?"

He is all over this communicating thing. It is pretty cute. Had a fantastic weekend with my family. He misses "Uncle Bill and everybody" a lot.

The dog, the myth, the legend

Dash, the wonder doggie, has a new forever home. He has retired to a lake house. He is loving it, and so are his new family members. He has a little furry brother to play with, and a great yard and house situation. We have been looking to do this for about six months now, but were waiting for the right family to come around. It was incredibly difficult on us to make this decision, but in the end it was for the best. He is a fantastic pet, but he has an unusually high amount of dander, making it very difficult for our family and friends with allergies to enjoy a visit to our house. We also have found ourselves traveling more, and it just was not working. We hemmed and hawed about it for quite a while. Tommy does not seem to be too worried about it either, he has only asked about Dash twice since the move, and I just tell him, "Dash lives with a new family now." and that seems to be satisfactory to him. I thought Tommy would ask more questions, but he simply has moved on pretty quickly. Matt and I miss him terribly, but are happy that he is happy. It has been a week now, and it is still strange for Matt and I to go to bed without the furry little dude following along to the room. We still are careful about not leaving the door open for more than about a half second. It was very weird for me to come home to see Matt mowing the lawn without this happy little guy tied out to the tree, enjoying the breeze. But... no more barking when the garage door opens, no more kicking him off of the couch every time I get back into the living room, and best of all, the vacuuming situation will be drastically different. We may be able to vacuum without having to dump out the container 3 times before we are finished. Still, it is a little odd. But Dash is very okay with this decision, I have been in contact with his new mommy, and he has transitioned beautifully. It is just a little odd for us. It is what it is. I guess I can look forward to being able to wear black pants again without making sure that I have a lint roller in the car. If nothing else, there is always that.