Welcome to the World of Our Four Fantastic Pigs

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Right now, we love all things Pirates, Peter Pan and Rapunzel! Emmett likes to wear his hat a bit higher on his head than usual, like the pirate tricorn; as he skips, he does little hops while extending his arms out, and he tries to fly; and he wears a sheet on his head to pretend that he has long hair like Rapunzel. When asked if he could fly, Riley said that he couldn’t because he doesn’t have strings on his back; but he stands at the bottom of a big tree out in the backyard yelling “Rapunzel, where are you? Let down your hair!” And Tessa loves to pick things up and waive them around and pretend that she is sword fighting.

Tessa also LOVES our new sandbox, which means that about a gallon of sand is brought inside every day. She likes to fill and empty the buckets, while flinging sand on any and all in the vicinity. It is not for the fainthearted. Or those that prefer to remain sand-free. In addition to sandbox play, Tessa is still working hard to keep up with the boys. Right now that means that she likes to wear their clothes and go where they go. The luster of preschool, however, has worn off and she doesn’t like to follow the boys into the building. After the first week, Tessa asked her teacher for her backpack so that she could leave.

Riley is big into bugs and squirmy things. He is a catch-and-release guy, though, which makes Mom happy. Often times Riley is unaware of his own strength relative to the little bugs and they end up squished. Rolly Pollys beware. Other times though, he steps on them on purpose and then says “Bug all done!” He is afraid of spiders and all manner of “sting-bugs,” as he should be. He loves to throw rocks, to Mom and Dad’s chagrin, and sometimes he throws rocks at the bugs he would rather not touch.

As always, Emmett is the leader of all pretend play. Whether he is dressing up like Woody from Toy Story, complete with hat and boots; or draping toilet paper around his head and trailing it around the house like Rapunzel from the movie Tangled, he loves to watch movies and the re-enact them. Good thing he loves being outside so much too, or he’d turn into a baby couch potato!

Birthday season is coming up next month, starting with Riley in October. Fast on the heels of that party is October, and we are still deciding what to dress up as. So stay tuned and see what we choose!

See ya,
Emmett, Riley, and Tessa

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Well Played, Sir

As some of you might know, we played musical rooms recently, with Tessa and Riley ending up in the same room, and Emmett-as the elder statesman by almost 11 months-getting to sleep solamente. For some reason, in this specific situation Riley took to heart the responsibility of being the older brother. Once Mom and Dad leave the room, Riley (who sleeps in a toddler-bed and thus has access to the entire room) loads Tessa’s crib up with books, stuffed animals, blocks and even booty cream. Because of this, their room had to be cleared of everything that isn’t ok to make its way into Tessa’s crib.

Emmett, similarly, had a room purging. But of a slightly different sort. Because Emmett is a, shall we say, spirited young man who needs little rest, he is often awake while the little ones are still snoozing away. What to do with this extra time? First, the plan was to dismantle all monitoring devices. Both kids’ rooms have a video monitor, and Emmett, for a few nights in a row, disrupted the angle. That, apparently, was unsatisfying because the next move was to pull the plug on it. A few nights of this and the camera was removed from the room entirely. Monitoring devices gone? Check.

Second was an escape attempt. We all know that Emmett believes that there is something fun going on somewhere close by, and that he is driven to find that good time. An escape would mean that his possibilities were almost limitless. Emmett unlocked the windows and used the crank to open them up. Thanks goodness those little fingers, while obviously idle, are not strong enough to pull the screen free. Nevertheless, as the windows opening in the middle of the night sets off the alarm, the cranks had to be removed from the room.

Hmmmm. Escape attempt foiled. What comes next? If Emmett can’t find the party nearby, he will throw his own party. To begin with, he figured that he’d put the lights on all night long. What better way to see all the toys and books in his room? Although reading books is, generally, not frowned upon, if the choice is an exhausted yet literate Emmett or a well-rested and compliant Emmett, any parent in their right mind with three kids under the age of 4 will always choose the latter. So, the light bulbs had to be unscrewed.

The response to this over the next few nights was an unpleasant one. Anything heavy became a projectile that unerringly made its way to the door. An ability to ignore loud crashes and wood threatening to split is not easy to cultivate. Yet, we are sure Mom and Dad have been actively developing this skill. When playing deaf did no good, everything not fixed down to the floor was removed from Emmett’s room. This move, understandably, elicited first fury and then repeated apologies.

After two nights of nothing but carpet to play with, a sort of detente was reached and the toys were restored. We are all hoping for the end of this cold war, but as the key to Emmett’s modus operandi is to be one step ahead of his opponent, we are-none of us-holding our breath. What comes next for Emmett? Only time will tell.

As for Riley and Tessa, the first few nights of only having stuffed animals and a few books were hard ones. Riley, in the middle of the night, reached under his bed to retrieve a pacifier that had rolled away (he opts to sleep on the floor) and got his ginormous dome stuck under the edge. Thanks goodness Tessa and Riley’s monitor is still intact because when Mom and Dad heard Riley saying, Riley needs help! Riley stuck!, they could tune in, see what the problem was, and take action. A few nights later, according to Riley, a large monkey came out of the closet and took his bunny. This would seem bad enough, but the monkey actually gave the bunny to Tessa-in her crib. Although Riley can stuff anything grab-able into her crib, pulling things out presents a bit of a challenge. Tessa, being a loving younger sister who feels indebted to Riley for the cornucopia of toys he provides nightly, gave the bunny back to Riley. But Riley didn’t forgive or forget that mean monkey. Rest assured, Riley always remembers to close the closet door before going to bed.

Emmett, Riley, and Tessa

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Summer Fun

Hi All!

We have been enjoying our hot, hot summer. We got a new pool for our backyard, and it has a shipwreck theme, so there are sharks, a sunken ship, and treasure on it. Riley loves splashing water on the sharks, and Tessa just like splashing. Emmett, in the beginning of the summer, got used to going outside into the pool and striping down (because who doesn’t love a good skinny-dip?). This turned out to be a bit of an issue when we were at the mall and Emmett attempted to take off his clothes to jump into the fountain. But we’ve nipped that in the bud, and now everyone has to keep at least their diaper on to play in the pool. Since it has been super hot here, we all use Tally’s doggie door to go outside to get to the pool. We prefer it to the big door; it is just our size!

Riley and Emmett have continued in school throughout the summer. Each two weeks there is a new theme and we’ve had Camping, Search and Rescue, Firetrucks, and Pirates already. Riley made an ocean-in-a-bottle for himself and brought it home where everyone could argue over who gets to play with it, which was nice. Emmett has been painting fish and octopi and sharks and such. And Tessa can’t wait until she starts school in August! All of the other kids in her class have birthdays around the same time as her, early winter, and she’s already met a bunch of them while dropping and picking up the boys from school. She’s very excited and has already picked out her backpack and lunch box!

We’ve become a bit like the three musketeers these days… Always doing everything together. We make messes together and we fight over our toys together and we go outside together. When it is time to come inside, we all run away from Mom and Dad together, laughing and thinking that we are playing a wonderful gam. But when it is time to go upstairs to get ready for bed, we usually all head upstairs together because we like to run in the hall and play games before we get tucked in.

We had a great switch up with rooms last month: Emmett now has his own bedroom, and Riley and Tessa share a room. This worked out well for everyone as Emmett needs less sleep then the two little ones. Since moving in together, Riley has refused to sleep in his bed, and he sleeps at the foot of Tessa’s crib every night. In the beginning, he would put toys and books into her crib, thinking that he was helping her. But after a long talk (and a few time-outs), Riley realized that putting things into Tessa’s crib is dangerous and that he needs to play with the toys by himself. As for Emmett, he enjoys having his own space and when everyone wakes up in the morning, sometimes he asks the others to leave him alone in his room for a bit so he can have some alone-time before coming out to play.

Our latest endeavor is that Riley is potty training! (And Emmett is half-heartedly following suit.) We all have high hopes that Riley will be potty trained before too long and that Emmett will want to do it too. Right now, both boys want stickers and stamps and are working hard to earn them by sitting on the potty. But Emmett is very determined to do things his own way, and he doesn’t like to stop what he’s doing to go into the bathroom when he can just keep wearing a diaper. So…. We’ll keep you informed as to how that all plays out.

We are going to the Zoo on Thursday to check out the new elephant area, so we’ll let you know how that goes when we blog next month!

See you soon…

With love,
Emmett, Riley, and Tessa

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Riley Do it Himself

In case there was any question out there, I am a determined, motivated, independent little man. From a very early age (Yes! Even earlier than 2-years-old.), I have wanted to do things all by myself. Sometimes this is messy, like when I wanted to feed myself oatmeal before I had really mastered getting the spoon from the bowl to my mouth. And sometimes this can be very helpful, like when I want to put on Tessa’s diaper or fold laundry with Mom and Dad. Anyway, I want to try almost everything and I want to do it without help.

When I decide to do this, I say, “Riley do it himself.” If it is something that I can’t really do all alone, and if Mom and Dad keep trying to help me, I will start to wail, jump up and down, and yell repeatedly, “Riley do it himself! Riley do it himself!” If it is something that I did all alone, kind of in secret, and then I show Mom and Dad, I will say proudly, while pointing to indicating what I did, “Riley did it himself.” There are many different ways that I can say it, and-of course-they all mean something just a little bit different.

Because I really enjoy recounting events (or telling on Emmett or Tessa) I often use this phrase to tell a story. For instance, I was telling Mom that I was outside playing with Dad and Tessa and Emmett and I fell down and hurt my leg. When Dad brought me inside to get a band-aid, I opened it up and put it on all by myself. But this is how it came out: “Riley outside. Fell. Owe-y leg. Owe-y leg. Inside. Inside come. Daddy band aid. And.. And… And… Riley did it himself. Trash, band aid. Riley did it himself. Leg. Band aid, leg. Owe-y all gone. Owe-y all gone. Riley did it himself.” Imagine all of that said, pacifier in mouth, while nodding earnestly.

I can dress myself now, shirt and pants-although sometimes I prefer to have help with the pants. In that case, I say, “Mommy do it herself.” I can put my shoes on myself, too. I can clean up my own messes and I can go upstairs to get my bunny when I’ve left her behind. But in both of those cases, I often ask, “Mommy clean up herself?” or “Daddy get bunny himself?”

I like to ask Emmett stuff. Like when we are driving, when we hit this one point in the neighborhood, I always say, “Emmett, you see the big truck?” But sometimes I ask, “Emmett, shirt himself?” or “Emmett, binket himself?” (That last one would be that Emmett got his blanket all by himself.) Suffice it to say, we are all doing things all by ourselves now.

Later,
R

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Beawies, Please

I love to talk. And it’s not just to hear myself speak. I need validation, so if you don’t repeat what I say, I will keep saying it over, and over, and over, and over until you do repeat me. I will tell you all about the big trucks coming up (big cucks), or the bugs that I find outside (put bugs in bug home?), or how I enjoy picking the berries on the bushes (Riley pick beawies).

I have recently also developed a slightly uncontrollable volume level issue. When we get dressed in the morning, I like to put my own shirt on. Instead of saying, Can I put that shirt on by myself Mom? It usually comes out as “Riley do it himself! Riley do it himself!” Very loud. But when it comes to putting on pants, I usually say “Mama do it herself,” which means I only want Mom to put my pants on. I’m still partial to Mom helping me. Whether it is a diaper change or getting dressed, I will say “No Dada. Mama! Mama!”

I still ask for Cooper. This is more of a declaration, “Coco gone,” than wondering where he is. I will tell strangers that Coco is gone, too. But I am warming up to Tally. I hug her, and I give her kisses. And I say that she had soft fur. She won’t eat food out of my hand the way that Cooper did, and sometimes when she won’t take some food from me, I will throw it at her. But, in general, Tally and I are becoming fast friends.

My favorite thing this week is bugs. I caught some moths and put them into my bug house. I watched them fly (bugs fly!) and when they stopped moving, even just for a second, I will say “Bugs fall down.” We are studying bugs at school, so it is great that I just got a butterfly net and a bug house. When I took my months into school the other day, all the other kids loved to look at them. I think that they are much better than the class hamster. But that’s mostly because I think the hamster is out to get me. I tell Mom about the scary and mean hamster often. She assures me that it is a nice hamster, but I’m not buying it.

Chat soon,
Riley

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New Stuff

Emmett is talking more, pleasantly doing things when asked, and being a very nice big brother. Not to say that he was not a wonderful little man before this month, but it seems like he has officially moved beyond the “terrible twos” and he’s gliding nicely into the three’s with a sense of confidence and goodwill. (As Emmett leaves this stage behind, however, Riley has picked up Emmett’s mantle and has run with it.) Emmett has developed a new fondness for all things-Barbie. Both he and Riley love to watch Barbie of Swan Lake, which they were given by their babysitter. And often, a poor choice can be nipped in the bud with an offer of watching Barbie.

We have a new flock of baby chickens in the garage. After an alarmingly high mortality rate during the first few days, we have managed to stay stable at 24 new birds. Riley LOVES the chicks. He enjoys checking on them every few hours. He snuggles them, pets them, and tells them “night-night.” Offering to see the chicks is a great way to lure all of the babies upstairs when it is nap- or bedtime. Tessa says “buck-buck” when asked what sound a chicken makes. And she has also been heard to ask to see the chicks. She is crazy verbal for a one-year-old.

Tessa is walking everywhere. Riley likes to yell, “Tessa is walking!” when she chooses to hoof it on two-feet. (Versus crawling.) her balance is developing nicely. Oddly enough, Emmett is more likely to give her hugs if she is standing. But Riley likes to push her over. He thinks that it is less of an issue if he pushes her over with something, like taking a toy and using it to unbalance her. Regardless, we are working on putting the kabosh on that one…

Riley likes to point things out to everyone. If Daddy yawns, he’ll say “Dada tired.” If he sees a bruise on Mommy’s leg, he’ll say “Mama ouchy knee.” He’s the resident newscaster, keeping everyone in the house up-to-date on the goings on and ensuring that no one misses anything. He has an important job and takes it seriously.

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Treading Water, But in a Good Way

Do you know how sometimes you work and you work, and still you seem to end up in the same place at the end of each day? Sometimes this can be a frustrating thing, and sometimes-if each day, although the same, is a great day-it can be wonderful. Well, we are all mostly having great days. Tessa is walking; I am talking more and more each day; and Riley just started school and is loving it.

Riley and I are playing outside a ton and enjoying the warmer weather. Tessa is also playing outside, but since she’s just starting to walk, she mostly rides in the backpack when everyone goes out. Check out the pictures of Riley and I splashing in the snow melt. We were both mud-balls when all was said-and-done, but we loved every minute of it.

We are getting a new flock of chickens in about 2 weeks, and Riley keeps asking, “Baby chickens?” They’ll live in the garage until they get bigger and until it’s warm enough for them to be moved into the coop, so we are all looking forward to being able to watch and play with them. Just another sign that Spring is on it’s way!

Sorry, there is nothing fantastically funny to report. Everyday high-jinx and wrestling and painting and dressing up and playing outside and exploring. More of the same. Treading water, but in a good way.

Talk soon,
Emmett

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Tessa Turned One!

Tessa was super-cute in her new, purple tutu. And she dug right into her pink, frosted cupcake! In short, she celebrated her first birthday like a pro. We had the regulars come over to lavish Tessa with love, and she got some wonderful birthday presents. Stuffed animals, a talking soccer ball, a talking book, some clothes, a picnic basket… So many things to play with! Tessa still prefers the tissue paper to the toys being unwrapped, but she is slowly getting into the toys themselves.

We celebrated a day early, and that entire day was about Tessa. She got presents from Mom and Dad that morning, and she got to eat her favorite breakfast-eggs. We all played together around the house before nap: At the chalk board, with our farm animals, downstairs on the trampoline. And then right after nap, everyone showed up to play with us! As was each and every recent birthday, it was great.

Everyone else had a great time too. I was showing off for the guests, as usual. And although Emmett wasn’t feeling too well (we were all just about to get a cold that only now is making it’s final rounds in the family) he enjoyed unwrapping presents and eating cupcakes. Mom and Dad had a good time keeping an eye on us and chatting with everyone. Good times.

Talk to you all soon,
Riley

I would like to say, as a post-script, that Tessa does seem to be a bit advanced. She’s getting into her terrible two’s already, is what I am trying to get at. Diva-like behavior took hold right after the party, and although it’s not constant, it is fairly consistent. She’s more demanding than before. And, with a focus that’s kind of creepy, she will not be deterred. Finally, the tantrum that comes when she doesn’t get her way is reminiscent of, well, me! We’ll see what Mom and Dad do to nip this in the bud, so stay tuned…

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New Pictures!

Check out the new pics Mom just added. They are from Mom and Dad’s cell phone cameras, and some are from as far back as this past summer…

Enjoy!

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Things I Love: January 2012 Edition

I like to ride on my bicycle and pretend to jump over things in it, lifting the front end and yelling “Boom!.” When I’m doing this, Mom thinks that it looks like I should have a lift, shocks, and some ground effects on my ride. Emmett, Tessa, and I, we all have our own vehicles and we cruise the upstairs hallway in them. (Tessa walks behind her princess car, but Emmett and I ride.) Sometimes there are some pile-ups, but we say “beep-beep” and get moving on our way.

I love to count. I, however, don’t believe in the number seven. My counting to ten goes like this: One, two, three, four, five, six, Mommmy, eight, nine, ten. I got very upset when Mom tried to teach me the number seven. So for now, it’s Mommmy for me.

I love to wrestle with Tessa. Now, for those of you out there that think that she may be too small for this, I will tell you that she is the one that instigates the wrestling. Mommy will corroborate this. Tessa puts down her head and crawls as fast as she can into me, sometimes pushing me over. Then she grabs for my pacifier and steam rolls me until we are both rolling on the floor. Ok: It is true that, from time to time, I start the wrestling by pinning her to the floor when she’s in mid-crawl. But she is an equal opportunist with the face pulling and the hair pulling and the steam rolling. Mom used to tell me to get off of her and to be gentle with her. But now, she only says this when Tessa is standing and I am trying to pull her to the floor by her head.

I love to jump into the pool. Do I love swimming? Not so much. But I am fearless when Mom or Dad is standing in the pool waiting to catch me! Even our swim instructor said that she could tell I was quite a risk-taker.

I’m sure that I’ve mentioned this before, but I LOVE cookies and donuts. Emmett and I had quite the power struggle with Dad when we were learning to behave in the grocery store. Dad would offer a cookie if we behaved, but when we went to the bakery to get it, Emmett and I told him we preferred donuts and we stood our ground. We didn’t actually get donuts (or cookies for that matter) that day at the store, as you can imagine. Now, we are both more flexible with our baked goods requests. And it’s been a few weeks since we’ve been carried, kicking and screaming, out of the store.

Tessa’s birthday party (she’s ONE!) is on Sunday and I’m looking forward to this, as there will be cupcakes and presents. I’ll let you know how it goes…

Riley out

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