Thursday, March 15, 2012
Friday, March 9, 2012
Its not a Story...Its a Book!
The title of this post is one of my favorite sayings from Grayson. One evening Dusty was helping Grayson take a shower (he thinks he is big like dad already, baths are boring) and Grayson was insisting that they not use any soap.
Grayson: I don't want any soap
Dad: Grayson, you will use soap. End of Story
Grayson: ITS NOT A STORY, ITS A BOOK!!!!!
He has no idea how right he is. Our life is one big book of stories. I'm a very lucky girl with a great husband. He may need reminded of what exactly he needs to do in order to help, but overall he has made good progress. For Starters on my luck... I never would have passed physics class in high school without him. When we were told to make a rocket and it had to fly I remember asking him where the directions were. Pretty sure that there was laughter when I was informed that there were none. Good thing I wore that front zip sweater shirt that I wasn't aware he could see down when he stood behind me while I was at my desk. Sealed the deal in that classroom partnership.
I'm not sure if I am just mean, have high expectations, or am just spoiled, but EVERY TIME Grayson got up as a newborn... Dusty got up with me. He would change diapers, get bottles, sit up and talk to me. I am always suprised how many of my friends have husbands that aren't willing to do this. Maybe its a combination of a great husband and the fact that he married a wife with high expectations. Probably the waking up in the middle of the night and all his help when my mom was sick... made me really see how great he was. He spent a lot of time with my mom when she was staying with us while she was sick both when I was pregnant and after Grayson was born. He was always willing to go sit with her at the hospital if she had a procedure and I couldn't be there. He also spent many evenings at home alone with a newborn while I ran up to the hospital to check in with mom. Plus he gets bonus points for watching "Rock of Love" with mom and myself. Not sure why she liked that trash, but we all ended up addicted. I know he was tired all those nights that he helped out. I remember one night he got up with me and I asked him to get a bottle while I changed Gray's diaper. He came back in 5 minutes later (insert continuously crying baby noises that might remind you of your goal) with a glass of milk and a few cookies. Guess he forgot what he was supposed to be doing. I'm sure my tone was not nice when he came back in as I'm particularly grumpy when I wake up in the middle of the night, but looking back this is hysterical!
For those of you who know my husband well... you know that he has crazy little habits. His coworkers at his last job created something they referred to as DST for Dustin Standard Time. He is ALWAYS late. And he always underestimates the amount of time a project will take. He also is a little crazy without his Concerta. I have to remember to keep the cabinets stocked for his mid-night snack when his meds wear off. He also can talk forever. Not that this is a bad thing but I did have to giggle when someone once said to me "You have a great husband and I always enjoy talking to him, but I have to plan ahead and make sure I have at least 30 minutes free before I call" Oh... and he bites his teeth together when he is falling asleep. Its a crazy habit and I once thought maybe it was just small muscle twitches so I put my pinky between his teeth and boy did it really hurt when he accidently bit me. Serves me right for being so stupid.
I could probably spend a great deal of time writing about what makes him so great (with a few paragraphs on what he can do to make me angry) but then this whole thing would get really sappy and thats not our style.
Most romantic things my husband does for me (or that I prefer over flowers)
1. Change diapers
2. Bathe children
3. Change the litter box
4. Clean up hairballs the animals have coughed up(better he does this because I usually just get sick when I do it and that will create another mess)
5. Fold the laundry
Grayson: I don't want any soap
Dad: Grayson, you will use soap. End of Story
Grayson: ITS NOT A STORY, ITS A BOOK!!!!!
He has no idea how right he is. Our life is one big book of stories. I'm a very lucky girl with a great husband. He may need reminded of what exactly he needs to do in order to help, but overall he has made good progress. For Starters on my luck... I never would have passed physics class in high school without him. When we were told to make a rocket and it had to fly I remember asking him where the directions were. Pretty sure that there was laughter when I was informed that there were none. Good thing I wore that front zip sweater shirt that I wasn't aware he could see down when he stood behind me while I was at my desk. Sealed the deal in that classroom partnership.
I'm not sure if I am just mean, have high expectations, or am just spoiled, but EVERY TIME Grayson got up as a newborn... Dusty got up with me. He would change diapers, get bottles, sit up and talk to me. I am always suprised how many of my friends have husbands that aren't willing to do this. Maybe its a combination of a great husband and the fact that he married a wife with high expectations. Probably the waking up in the middle of the night and all his help when my mom was sick... made me really see how great he was. He spent a lot of time with my mom when she was staying with us while she was sick both when I was pregnant and after Grayson was born. He was always willing to go sit with her at the hospital if she had a procedure and I couldn't be there. He also spent many evenings at home alone with a newborn while I ran up to the hospital to check in with mom. Plus he gets bonus points for watching "Rock of Love" with mom and myself. Not sure why she liked that trash, but we all ended up addicted. I know he was tired all those nights that he helped out. I remember one night he got up with me and I asked him to get a bottle while I changed Gray's diaper. He came back in 5 minutes later (insert continuously crying baby noises that might remind you of your goal) with a glass of milk and a few cookies. Guess he forgot what he was supposed to be doing. I'm sure my tone was not nice when he came back in as I'm particularly grumpy when I wake up in the middle of the night, but looking back this is hysterical!
For those of you who know my husband well... you know that he has crazy little habits. His coworkers at his last job created something they referred to as DST for Dustin Standard Time. He is ALWAYS late. And he always underestimates the amount of time a project will take. He also is a little crazy without his Concerta. I have to remember to keep the cabinets stocked for his mid-night snack when his meds wear off. He also can talk forever. Not that this is a bad thing but I did have to giggle when someone once said to me "You have a great husband and I always enjoy talking to him, but I have to plan ahead and make sure I have at least 30 minutes free before I call" Oh... and he bites his teeth together when he is falling asleep. Its a crazy habit and I once thought maybe it was just small muscle twitches so I put my pinky between his teeth and boy did it really hurt when he accidently bit me. Serves me right for being so stupid.
I could probably spend a great deal of time writing about what makes him so great (with a few paragraphs on what he can do to make me angry) but then this whole thing would get really sappy and thats not our style.
Most romantic things my husband does for me (or that I prefer over flowers)
1. Change diapers
2. Bathe children
3. Change the litter box
4. Clean up hairballs the animals have coughed up(better he does this because I usually just get sick when I do it and that will create another mess)
5. Fold the laundry
Friday, March 2, 2012
From Within the Walls of the Bathroom Stall
I'm not sure if I have mentioned before how I find it interesting that Grayson frequently has to use the restroom when we go out to dinner. Tonight was no different. Middle of waiting for our food and I get the "Mom, I have to go poop!" and you know immediately to respond before he repeats it louder to ensure that anyone willing to listen will hear. So off we go to the Women's Restroom. (Dad says that the men's room is usually too dirty for him to take Grayson) After a long discussion about why the toilet he chose had a whiter color than the stall next to us (the light was above selected stall) we proceeded to tell me who at the dinner table he was friends with. We had gone to dinner with our family friends Sarah and Chad and their son Noah.
Grayson: "Mom, I like Chad and Noah. They are my friends"
Mom: "What about Ms Sarah, don't you still like her too?"
Grayson: "No."
Mom: "Why?"
Grayson: "I don't like her, she is a gruril (girl)"
Mom: "You don't like Ms Sarah?"
Grayson: "No. I don't like girls anymore"
Well guess we don't have to worry about a first date anytime soon, but I was unaware that this was the age the "I don't like girls" thing started. Really this is a far cry from the stories his dad tells about his kindergarten girlfriends (of which there were apparently many and naptime was a favorite time to kiss).
Finally got Grayson off that topic since there were plenty of girls coming in and out of the restroom during our stay. Then we went on to how his pooping made more room for his food that was getting cold because he was taking so long. He also asked about each and every noise he heard. This generally slows down the process (especially when he tries to peer underneath the stall wall to see who is next to him) so I kept asking if he was finished and telling him to hurry as best he could. He finally said
"Mom, I just want to sit here and keep talking"
Great. Pretty sure I heard a chuckle from the next stall over. The laughing only gets louder when they hear
"GOODBYE POOP!!" as he flushed the toilet.
Maybe all of this stems from me forcing him to the library only to have him beg to check out Dinosaur Train. (A PBS kids show for those of you who don't know). What kind of mom lets her kid check out a DVD at the library instead of making him get books??
Grayson: "Mom, I like Chad and Noah. They are my friends"
Mom: "What about Ms Sarah, don't you still like her too?"
Grayson: "No."
Mom: "Why?"
Grayson: "I don't like her, she is a gruril (girl)"
Mom: "You don't like Ms Sarah?"
Grayson: "No. I don't like girls anymore"
Well guess we don't have to worry about a first date anytime soon, but I was unaware that this was the age the "I don't like girls" thing started. Really this is a far cry from the stories his dad tells about his kindergarten girlfriends (of which there were apparently many and naptime was a favorite time to kiss).
Finally got Grayson off that topic since there were plenty of girls coming in and out of the restroom during our stay. Then we went on to how his pooping made more room for his food that was getting cold because he was taking so long. He also asked about each and every noise he heard. This generally slows down the process (especially when he tries to peer underneath the stall wall to see who is next to him) so I kept asking if he was finished and telling him to hurry as best he could. He finally said
"Mom, I just want to sit here and keep talking"
Great. Pretty sure I heard a chuckle from the next stall over. The laughing only gets louder when they hear
"GOODBYE POOP!!" as he flushed the toilet.
Maybe all of this stems from me forcing him to the library only to have him beg to check out Dinosaur Train. (A PBS kids show for those of you who don't know). What kind of mom lets her kid check out a DVD at the library instead of making him get books??
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