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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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On the First Day of Christmas…

The holidays this year were so much fun! For Hanukkah, we learned the prayer and how to light the candles on the menorah. We all wanted to blow out the candles, as if they were on a birthday cake. But after the first night, we caught on to the fact that they are supposed to burn all the way down. And although we kept it pretty low key for all of the holidays, we all loved going over to Pop-pop’s house to open presents and to have Christmas dinner.

Pop-pop gave Emmett a camera, which he is still figuring out how to use. But it’s great because he can take pictures on it, he can review the pictures he’s taken, and he can upload all of the pictures to the computer! So far, he’s mostly taken shots of the floor, so we haven’t uploaded anything. But he’s a really fast learner, and we are all sure that before we know it, he will be giving lessons on how to frame the perfect shot.

Pop-pop gave Riley a huge 4-wheeler. It rumbles, it plays music, it moves. Everyone thinks it’s fantastic. Even our little cousin, Ellie, loved playing with it. And she usually likes shoes and hand bags. That’s how cool it is.

Tessa got some clothes from Pop-pop, which is nice because she’s set up for a lift of hand-me-downs unless her closet is otherwise augmented through gifts.

Mom and Dad got us great stocking stuffers too. We got a Beauty and the Beast book, which Riley and Emmett constantly “take turns” reading. We got a bunch of things that roll or bounce or shake, and Tessa got a teething necklace that both she and Emmett like to chew on. Believe it or not, these little stocking stuffers were almost more of a hit in the house than the big presents were.

But hanging out at Pop-pop’s, helping everyone open their gifts, and eating dinner while watching Beauty and the Beast and Cars 2 on the television was what was the most fun. You can check out the pictures, we all loved the unwrapping (except for Tessa, who just loved the wrapping and tissue paper). And we loved playing with everyone who was there.

Next month, we have Tessa’s first birthday, so there is another present holiday to look forward to. Then, after January, we have a lull in holidays until next October. Mom and Dad were thinking of celebrating Emmett’s half-birthday instead, so we’ll see if that happens. They were also talking about just having one huge party for all three of our birthdays next December… There are a lot of ideas on the table. We’ll see which one works out!

Have a wonderful New Year’s!
Emmett, Riley and Tessa (T-bone)

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Still going strong…

I’ve gone from working on walking with stability, to jumping off of the steps, off of the couch, and between pieces of furniture. Although Mom and Dad really wanted me to walk when it was hard for me, now that I am running and jumping and diving, they think that it was maybe easier when I was just crawling. Whereas Emmett will look and assess the situation when he is deciding to do something, I will dive in head-first and hope that there is someone there to catch me.

Speaking of catching, Dad thinks that I have some serious talent when it comes to throwing. I was playing a game with him, where I ran across the room and, when he turned his back to me, I threw a squishy ball at his head. (Believe me, it was fun for him too.) And guess what? I hit him in the head every single time. He said that he couldn’t have done that. I was spot on, without fail. That’s some mad skills…

I just finished an art class, which, frankly, was not my favorite. It was all painting, and I am not really a fan of mess. I didn’t want to get my hands dirty with paint. I only wanted to squeeze the paint out of the containers. So, next month both Emmett and I are going to do swim lessons. First time for both of us, but we love the water, so Mom and Dad are hoping that it goes well since I can be very stubborn when I don’t like something.

In fact, I’ve heard Mom and Dad talk about how Emmett is kind of tough because he has very specific ideas about how things should go. But in reality, I am able to get much more upset and I am less easily distracted when I latch onto an idea. Anyway, I guess it evens out. In the end, we are both super fantastic, so that’s all that matters. Super fantastic.

I like to refer to myself in the third person. Riley’s bunny, I tell people. Or Riley pretzel? when I’m asking for something. I also like to tell on Emmett. Emmett trouble, I say. When people came over for my birthday party, Emmett has just gotten into trouble for smacking me, so I told everyone: Emmett trouble. Emmett hurt Riley. I sometimes like to reiterate how I feel about Emmett’s smelly bunny: Emmett bunny, yuck, I say. Mom’s favorite is when I ask: Mama snuggle Riley? She says it’s very cute.

Talk soon,
Riley

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What A Week!

Riley’s birthday; Halloween; and Emmett’s first day of school… So many things happened this past week, and they all went great!

First, Riley’s birthday… He was very excited for the first time ever to see what was under the wrapping paper. He played a bit with the tissue paper, but not much. He got a Thomas the Train flashlight, and so did Emmett, and they have both been big hits. He also got a chalk board that he draws on, a block-train he disassembles, some books he reads over and over, and some blocks he stacks. All very exciting things. Mom and Dad gave him a race track, and he and Emmett enjoy racing their cars all the way to the end. He asked for doughnuts in lieu of cake. Mom and Dad put a candle on top of an iced star, he blew it out (and theoretically made a wish) and then went to town. The icing got all over his hands, but he ate all but two bites of the doughnut. He loved it! I had fun being played with and cuddled by all of the guests. Mom and Dad have some great pictures of me, Riley, and Emmett before, during, and after the party-so check out what’s posted.

Then came Halloween. Like years past, we went over to Grandpa Bob’s (or Pop-Pop’s) and we hit up the entire cul-de-sac. I was dressed as a kitty cat, Riley was a spotted doggie, and Emmett was Spiderman. I was very excited to go along, as this was my first real Halloween. Next year, I’m hoping to hold a big bag of candy and say trick-or-treat when we go up to everyone’s front door. Since I’m not really walking yet, I just enjoyed being carried by Mom and Dad. The boys, though, did great with taking not one, but two handfuls of candy from every house. When someone wanted to give just one piece of candy to Emmett or Riley, they made it clear that they expected more than that. For the most part, everyone was happy to give them extra candy. Although neither of them said trick-or-treat, they both said ‘hi,’ ‘thank you,’ and ‘bye.’ So some of the nice-ities were observed. The funny thing though was that Emmett didn’t want candy after we’d all come in to check out our haul. He asked for cheese.

Finally, this past Tuesday, the day after Halloween, was Emmett’s first day of school. We were all very excited about it, but – if truth be known – a bit unsure of how things were going to go. When Mom and Dad took him into his class room a bit early so that he could meet the teachers, he wasn’t happy about it at all. He wanted to go in the front door of the school building, not the side door that led directly to the preschool classroom. Also, there were no kids in there yet and everything that Emmett knew about school included the fact that there were a lot of other kids involved. But once Mom and Dad led him through the front door and around the hallway to the preschool classroom, and once the other kids arrived, he fell right into the swing of things. No crying. Just excitement. His teacher said he was the star of song-time and that he was full of big, belly laughs that made the other kids stop to see what was so great. Emmett’s teacher’s exact words were, “he was very charming.” He made an art project that he brought home and put up in the kitchen, and he was excited to do it again the next day…

Except that we had a blizzard and class was cancelled the next day. We have some pictures of the boys playing in the snow with Dad. Hopefully, Mom gets around to posting those too. What’s up with Me? I am staring to furniture surf, and generally pulling myself up on everything. I enjoy copying when someone makes a clucking noise with their tongue. I also will scrunch up my face and snort. This is super cute, I’m told. And it also shows off all of my teeth! My favorite toy to play with is a set of keys, and if someone takes them away from me (usually Riley) I cry until I get them back. Believe me, I know how this works….

Well, next time we blog will be after Thanksgiving. Dad is looking forward to some good time off from his Master’s Program at school and Mom is hoping that the new year brings a bit more calm days for everyone here… Stage 5 Clinger anyone? (Riley you know I’m talking about you!)

Take care,
Tessa

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