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Mr. Bugs new favorite pass time is building a tower with his large cardboard blocks, and throwing his stuffed angry bird at it while making the various sound effects from the game.

You know you’re a mom when:  While digging through your purse you find a spare pair of toddler underwear.  (hey it rhymes!)

The fourth of July family gathering was fun, but not nearly as much as it used to be.  Hardly anyone showed up this year.  None of the kids cousins came for them to play with.  Mr. Bug did have a great blast with a puppy named Roscoe though.  I need to get the boys a dog.


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It is miserably hot.  Just awful.  I don’t think it gets below 85 degrees, even at 2 in the morning.  My boys are active, and love going outside.  Right now, I hate taking them outside.  Mr. Bugs face gets all red in less than 5 minutes.  He’s dripping sweat from the moment he walks out the door.  Squeaker is smart, and stays in the shade of the car port.  The playground equipment across the street is too hot to play on, so we just stay in the yard.  We rarely stay out more than about 20 minutes.  Everyone gets a little ice cream as soon as we go back inside, and a nice cool bath.  Is summer over yet.

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I fed Mr. Bug a slice of jalapeno pepper. Yeah, bad idea.

Look, I knew he wouldn’t like it, but the reaction I got was so, so, so much worse than I imagined it would be.

It started much like you would expect. After following me around the kitchen insisting “Want bite! Want bite!” I finally caved and gave him a small piece, knowing he would hate it. He took a bite and started going, “ahhh, ahhh, yuck.” Then he threw it away and wandered into the living room. I thought we were done.

Then he comes back into the kitchen with whining a bit, and he’s scraping at his tongue with his hand. So I give him a glass of water. This does nothing to help, and now he’s full on crying, while practically gagging himself with his efforts to scrape the spicy taste off his tongue.

I now try giving him milk, again, to no avail. He’s getting hysterical; crying, coughing, gagging. I feel like the worst mother in the world.

I try to get him to drink more milk, while rocking him back and forth trying to calm him down. I wash his hands in case some of the oils are still on his hands, and making things worse. Between sobs he asks me for “nummies.” It’s been a while since he nursed, but I nurse him anyway, and it seems to calm him.

But when we’re done nursing, he starts crying again. I look online, and see a suggestion that lemon juice will cut the oils, and grab some out of the refrigerator. I squirt a ton of it into his mouth, and five minutes later, he’s fine, though still sniffling a bit. Thank you google.

Forty-five minutes after first giving him the pepper, and he’s finally calmed down. I sing him a few songs and tuck him into bed. I think he must have had a cut on his tongue, or a tooth coming in; some sort of open wound to cause that severe a reaction. It’s not like I gave him chilian death peppers, it’s just a jalapeno.

Well, live and learn.

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June 16, 2012 · 7:16 pm


It’s been a big month for squeaker.  He’s now crawling, waving, clapping.  He can say hi and dada.  He has also finally gotten his first tooth.  Dada is said indiscriminately, and appears to mean “pick me up”.
In other news, you know you’re a mom when:   You accidentally dip your onion ring in the baby food instead of the dip.

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Outer Space

Mr. Bug is obsessed with outer space.  He wants to read books about it, color pictures of planets, play with rocket ships, etc.  He has glow in the dark stars on his ceiling already, but now I’m looking for more space oriented stuff to decorate with.  The hardest part is finding good pre-k oriented stuff on the topic.  Mostly I’ve been looking at kindergarten/1st grade type activities, and adapting them.  He can name all the planets, recognize half of them on site, spell all the planet names, tell you simple identifying features (jupiter is the biggest planet), and identify a picture of the milky way.  One cute thing he did was upon seeing a picture of outer space replete with stars, galaxies, nebulas, etc.  he said “lot’s and lot’s of outer space.”  Yes, there is quite a lot of it.

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bumps and lumps

Mr. Bug climbs on everything.  It must be a boy thing, because none of his female peers do it.  He recently decided that jumping off of things he climbs is a good idea.  This is actually even more hazardous than it would normally be as he doesn’t really know how to jump, so really he just throws himself off of things while yelling “I jump!”  We wound up with two big bumps in two days, one of which actually broke the skin and bled a little.  I also now realize that cartoon bumps weren’t much of an exaggeration.  The worst part is he won’t let me put ice on the bumps.  He doesn’t like how cold it feels, and he’s never much been one for sitting still.  So I can’t even get the swelling down, though I’m really not sure how important it is to do so.  He also has bumps and bruises all over his legs and, for the most part, I have no idea exactly when or how they occurred.  He’s constantly running, and tripping, and climbing, and jumping, and falling.

Squeaker also has bumps, though not nearly so severe.  More like little red marks that last a day.  This is because Mr. Bugs idea of sharing a toy with his brother usually consists of him throwing it in the play pen, or shoving it in squeakers face.  Squeaker doesn’t seem to mind most of the time, and when he does cry it seems to be more out of surprise than actual hurt.  I guess it won’t be long before they’re actively fighting with each-other the way my brothers did.  Even play fights typically ended with a few new bruises for them.  Sometimes I wonder what other moms might think.  But then I figure, if they have active boys like mine, they’ll understand.

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Potty training update

It’s been a month now since I started potty training.  Mr. Bug is doing wonderfully.  He lets me know when he has to pee.  Sometimes he will take his underwear off and go without telling me.  I find out because he needs help getting the underwear  back on.  About 50% of the time he poops in the potty on his own.  We still have accidents there, but he’s getting better every day.  I leave underwear on him at night, and we have only had three night time accidents this month.  I am so glad to be done changing his diapers.

Speaking of diapers, Squeaker is back in disposables most of the time.  He has a hard time rolling over or getting up onto his knees when he’s in the cloth, likely because they’re so bulky.  Two days of disposables, and he’s starting to do that pre-crawling thing where they get up on their knees and rock back and forth a few times before flopping down.  I’ll start using the cloth more regularly again once he get the hang of the whole crawling thing.


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