carsick

last weekend jer took the boys up to meme & papa's house to spend the night.  on the drive up harrison got sick.  he vomited all over himself and his car seat.  his tummy settled down some and we were planning to let him stay the night but harrison decided that he wanted to come back home.  on the way home he got sick again.  lovely. 

by the way, if you ever need to hose down a car seat i highly recommend taking them to the car wash.  the high powered sprayer and soap work miracles!!

continuing on...  today i was reading the book alexander and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day to harrison.  it is one of my all time favorites!  there is a part where alexander is riding to school in the car pool and he doesn't get a window seat in the car.  this, of course, is terrible and horrible so alexander exclaims that he is going to get carsick.  

harrison asked, "what's carsick?"

i said, "it's when you puke in the car."

harrison said, "just like me."

 : )

sad but true

a real life conversation...

harrison woke up early from his nap today.  in an effort to get him a bit more rest we read books quietly together on my bed.  when "quiet time" was over we headed downstairs for a snack.

mommy:  (with outstretched arms) will you carry me?

harrison:  (with a cute little scrunched up face) i think you're too heavy. 

sigh.

out of the mouths of babes...

a real life conversation...

mommy: hey, mister, please climb down off the baby gate.

harrison: look at me!  i'm up high!

mommy: yes, i see that you are up high.

harrison: i climb a ladder.

mommy: well, no, that's not a ladder, and it's not a step stool.  it's a baby gate and it's not made for climbing.

harrison: yeah, that be pretty dangerous! 

my brother's wedding

i heart fall

who wouldn't love a season that allows for cute pictures of little boys wearing their hoods?

like mother, like son

today, for the very first time, i attempted to take the boys for a walk by carrying graham in the baby bjorn and pushing harrison in the stroller.  let me tell you, it was a WORK OUT.  i have friends who think this could be an excellent way to get some exercise, drop a few pounds, increase some endorphins, blah, blah, blah.  me?  i really don't think i'll be doing it again.  ever.

i'll keep you posted on that one. 

after i set graham (and myself) free from the bjorn, harrison thought it would be fun to give it a whirl...

grahamer rammer

listen here, you little troublemaker...you are not yet ten months old and...

have already taken your first steps, finally got a tooth, are beginning to get into everything, can turn pages on your books all by yourself, make us laugh all the time, love to eat puffs, love to chase your brother around the house, love to sit in the grass and eat leaves, and have a zest for life that makes your mommy very tired.  it's time for you to slow down a bit, mister man!

yesterday i took a few moments to myself and left you unattended.  (aka:  mama needed to go potty).  everything was fine until i heard you crying.  i came out of the master bathroom to find this (in the guest bathroom)...

that really didn't explain why you were crying, though.  that is, until i looked a bit closer...

apparently, son, you were sad because your fun had, literally, run out.  

thanks for always making us smile, sweet boy!!  we LOVE you!