Sawyer:
For a while now, Sawyer's had this obsession with paperclips. He'll find one and put it in his mouth lightening fast and start munching. You would be surprised at the abundance of paperclips in almost all locations. It was starting to get beyond frustrating and I could not for the life of me figure out why he thought paperclips were to eat. And just this week it dawned on me..Penguins of Madagascar. I've already mentioned how much he loves that movie. If you haven't seen it, there's a penguin in it that eats pretty much whatever and can also regurgitate things when convenient. He totally eats a paperclip or two and then coughs them up later to help pick locks. So now that I've solved why my two-year-old thinks paperclips should be consumed, I have to figure out how to explain to him that he still shouldn't eat them. I think I'm going with semi-lying and telling him that only penguins eat paperclips because I feel entirely confident that he will not be getting the chance to feed a penguin anytime soon.
He got to do a couple of play dates this week. The first was with a friend from high school and her little girls. The oldest is only a couple of months older than Sawyer so they got along well, more parallel play than anything else but there were some fun interactions. Most of my friends' kids are closer to a year or more older than Sawyer so he has a hard time playing with them even though he would like to. It was nice for him to have someone more his speed I think.
The second play date was with a bunch of the girls from my bunko (bunco?) group and their cute kiddos. They're all older than Sawyer except for the babies but he had fun with sticks and wood chips and sitting on the playground steps. He was absolutely terrified of crossing the bridge to get to the slides (total mystery) which I only found out after trying to help him cross thinking he just needed assistance. He gripped the bar as tight as humanly possibly while screaming when I tried to guide him across the bridge.
The last date was with me. I took him down to the Staheli Family Farm. He has recognized that I have Taylor Swift's "Welcome to New York" on my playlist because it's the intro to the movie Secret Life of Pets. As soon as we get in the car he requests to hear "puppies" on repeat. So I got to listen to that over and over for forty-five minutes on the way down and back. But he sits with the biggest grin on his face the whole time, every time, so I kind of love it.
I think his favorite part about the farm was the egg hunt. Egg hunts give me major anxiety when the age groups aren't split up. The older kids just can't help themselves. They WILL try to get every egg. But each kid only had to get one or more eggs to trade in for a prize bag. Sawyer got two. He might have gotten more but the second one was one that had been smashed by the stampede and he was insistent that every single piece of plastic egg make it into his basket.
He wasn't overly impressed by the animals they had (even though there were fun ones) and preferred to pick up rocks from one spot and place them in another. Toddlers. But he was really excited to take a picture with the Easter Bunny. I was surprised because he tends to get a little anxious if he thinks I'm leaving him, especially if we're somewhere new. But he sat right down and jabbered away trying his best to have a conversation with the rabbit and tried to continue it even as the next kids were posing for a picture.
It was nice for me to have some one on one time with him. I've missed interacting with him without being distracted.
Dawson:
Dawson somehow is getting more fussy as he gets older. I think it's mostly because he's becoming more and more aware of everything. And he's very aware of his preference for being held. If he's awake and not nursing/being held, he's usually crying. Yesterday, I fed him and then put him down so I could bathe Sawyer and get him dressed. Dawson cried. I soothed him for minute but then needed to get ready myself since we actually needed to leave the house. Put Dawson down. He cried. He was nice for the car ride but as soon as we got home and I needed to make lunch, he cried. But when I do get to hold him, it's the sweetest thing because he loves to just rest his cheek against mine and snuggle. He'll occasionally look up and smile at me then go right back to nestling in by my cheek. And then I feel bad for getting mad at him because he's so heart melting.
My mom watched him for me Saturday morning while I played with Sawyer and held him for about five hours straight and he was in heaven. And he was nice and actually took a bottle while he was with her (and didn't take an hour to eat it). Miracles happen.
Cetaphil seems to be the answer for his dry skin. I tried a few different things and they seemed to work for a few days, but then it was like his skin adapted? It would become super dry all over again. But Cetaphil has been going strong for at least a week now.
Dillon:
Dillon took me on a Tuesday date to see Beauty and the Beast. Going to movies on Tuesdays is a steal of a deal. I've learned to buy my tickets early though because getting there even twenty minutes early is going to result in a lame seat because the whole town seems to flock to the theater on Tuesdays. Some poor lady was in my seat when we got there, so that was awkward. I always hate situations like that. I would have just picked a different seat but I didn't want to risk taking someone else's. After assuring her that I had, indeed, purchased that seat number, and proving it by showing her my ticket, she left to get it sorted out and moved to a different seat.
We really enjoyed the movie! Dillon is such a good sport and is never too good to hit up a more ''chick flick" type movie with me. I can only assume that can be attributed to having only sisters. Beauty and the Beast was funnier than we thought it would be and we both left thinking it would be worth buying.
Dillon had committed to helping with the ward Spring Cleanup Saturday morning but, because of the weather, it turned out that they didn't do it. So instead, he volunteered to set up chairs for Stake Conference but they kept delaying it and it turned out they didn't do it until about the time I came home with the boys. So Dillon could have come to play with us but he was a good sport and did some cleaning in the house instead (bless him). After he set up chairs, he borrowed my dad's chainsaw and took care of some much needed yard grooming.
DaNae:
Most of my week has already been outlined but it was a really good week for me. There was a lot of playing and my house was sufficiently ignored which I'm only partially regretting. I do need to buckle down and do some cleaning before we go out of town this weekend though.
I won a free skirt through my friend's Lularoe group (do some shopping!) which was completely awesome. I feel like I never win those types of things but, then again, I also feel like everybody says that. The clothes are stinkin' comfy and I love the skirt I got. It's nice and spring-y.
I experienced my first public nursing while at the park with my bunko girls. It was about as wonderful as I anticipated (sarcasm). I'm 90% confident one or two of those poor girls saw parts of me that I try to keep to myself. I can't decide if it's better or worse than if they had been strangers. But they were nice and understanding with mine and Dawson's struggling feeding session. I'm just not blessed to be able to gracefully and discreetly feed my kid.
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| Picking up the shattered Easter egg. |
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| Yeah..I don't really care about these animals Mom. I'd rather.. |
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| ...pick up rocks and... |
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| ...put them in this tire. |
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| Every picture I took looked like this because he wouldn't stop talking to the bunny to look at me. |
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| The few minutes in the car I got to pick the song that played. |
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| He was delighted that we found minion bathwash/shampoo. We had to get a Kevin and a Stuart. |
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| Some honesty: We debated whether or not attempting Stake Conference was worth it with two kids but they did really good! We lasted an hour and forty-five minutes out of a two hour meeting before Sawyer had had enough. More honesty: my numb tailbone and bum were relieved to stand up and leave a little early. |
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