And we're off!

Pookie is a runner.  Well, at the moment, it's more of a skip / gallop as apposed to a run.  Regardless, the kid is fast on his feet.  Normally, this isn't too much of a problem.  My middle brother was a runner, so I know that I can't take my eye off of Pookie, because he will disappear.  Generally if he does wander, he's not too far away.  Until today.

We were working in the garden.  I was trying to get the rest of my plants planted.  Sometime this week we're getting a sprinkler system put in, plus the beds still need to be mulched and I just want all the plants in place.  As we are going along, Rob's guys come by.  Pookie, of course is thrilled to see the trucks.  I needed to talk to one of the guys for a minute, to go over business what-not, and during that time, Pookie disappeared.  Thank goodness Rob's guys started to look for Pookie.  We checked the front yard, the back yard, behind the garage, in the garage, and a quick check of the neighbors yard.  As I was checking the house, one of the guys found Pookie.  He was on the far side of the neighbors house.  I have never been so scared.  I know Pookie was only missing for a couple of minutes, but it felt like forever.  It is the most disgustingly sick feeling, with a large dash of panic on top.  

It's really too bad that they don't make an electric fence for kids.  I would so invest in one.  I know, it is my duty as a parent to keep an eye on my child.  I'm not the first parent to misplace a child, and I know I won't be the last.  It's funny, we keep our pets on leashes and make sure that they are properly fenced in.  Kids are a whole other story.  I've heard that using a tether on a child is just bad parenting.  Can't you teach your kid to stay with you and not run off?  Sorry, I have a very inquisitive child that likes to disappear.  I think I would rather make sure my child is safe, thanks for asking though.  At two, Pookie doesn't have the brain development to realize that running off is a really, really bad idea.  So I think that I will be investing in some rope and a dog run.  I don't care if I have to tie Pookie in knots, I'm not loosing that kid again.  I guess I'm going to be "that" parent on the street.  

Socks

Pookie is obsessed with socks.  The socks have to be just right on his foot, not too tight and not too baggy.  Apparently they have to be properly aligned, as well.  He will ask me to fix his socks through out the day.  I guess they need adjusting from time to time.  Pookie can get very cranky if his socks are not properly situated on his feet.  It also helps if they are blue socks.  Sometimes I can get away with other colors, but blue is the definite favorite.  Pookie can get very cranky if he is not wearing socks.  Although, sometimes it is okay to wear shoes without socks.  But as soon as the shoes come off, he needs to put his socks back on.

Not only is he obsessed with his own foot wear, he is very concerned about other peoples foot wear.  I like to go around barefoot if possible.  This completely throws Pookie for a loop.  He will go into my room and either get my slippers or find a pair of socks, then bring them over to me.  Pookie will proceed to shove the slippers at me and insist that I put them on my feet.  You can see him getting agitated if you are not wearing something on your feet.  

I think this whole thing is hilarious   He seems to have inherited some sock quirks from my side of the family.  My middle brother is fanatical about seams in his socks.  They drive him nuts.  Plus, the socks have to be just so, otherwise he starts to have issues.  Then there is my mom, she hates bare feet.  She doesn't like the feeling of different textures from the floor / ground on her feet.  She even wears socks with her sandals.  Not that there is necessarily anything wrong with wearing socks with sandals, but that look wouldn't be my first choice.  Although, I think at this point in her life, comfort trumps anything else.  It will be interesting to see where Pookie's sock obsession takes him.  

Dinner disaster 2013

Polenta.

I've heard some great things about polenta.  How versatile it is.  It can be creamy or firm.  You can put just about anything in it or on top of it.  It can be creamy yummy goodness.  Or so I have heard...

Every so often, I want to try something new for dinner.  I am always looking for new ways to put the same handful of stuff together.  Every time I go to the grocery store, I keep my eye out for anything different that could fit in Pookie's list of safe foods.  As I was going through the pasta aisle and saw some instant polenta.  I've never had polenta before, but I thought I would try it out.  I think instant polenta might have been my first mistake.

Rob had a very late day yesterday, so of course I thought that was a great time to do a dinner experiment   I had some steak tips, carrots and polenta.  Well, the carrots came out really well.  But it is hard to screw up carrots.  The steak tips were a little chewy, but were edible.

Then we come to the polenta.  I read the instructions on the package.  It seemed easy enough.  I got out a pan, filled in the appropriate amount of water, tossed in some salt and waited for it to come to a boil.  I think my second mistake was using too small of a pan.  The water came to a boil and I started to add the polenta in, mixing all the while.  Well, wouldn't you know, boiling polenta is like a volcanic explosion.  It landed on at least three walls, the floor, all over the stove and me.  Of course this is the point that Pookie comes into the kitchen to "help."  I scooted Pookie out of the kitchen, at which point he has a melt down.  I couldn't leave the polenta all over the kitchen to harden into rock.  So I got out my cleaner and cleaned off the stove, walls and floors before sitting down to dinner.  I get Pookie's dinner all set as he is continuing his melt down.  Nothing like an over tired, over hungry two year old.  I finally sit down to eat and the polenta is horrible.  It has become a congealed hot mess.  Ugh.

Then to top of the whole hot mess of the dinner, as I was getting the dishes into the sink, Pookie knocked over my glass and spilled cranberry juice everywhere.  It was on the table, on the my chair and all over the floor.  Double ugh.

At some point I want to try polenta again.  However, I think I am done with the instant stuff.  

Crafts make me itch (sometimes)

I can not believe how fast this year has been flying by.  My crafting kick that started sometime last fall has continued into this year.  Out of my current queue of projects I have finished three and I have at least two more to go.  But as the way projects go, more always find a way of tacking themselves on.  I will post pictures soon!  I just haven't had a chance to download what I already have.  So far I made another baby set.  Only this time, in addition to a blanket and hat, I made a cute stripey crew neck sweater.  Something cute for an older baby.

My aunt requested a burlap wreath for her birthday.  I was excited to try something new.  I've never made one before and I went searching online looking for various ideas.  I finally got Pookie down for his nap.  (Oh!  P.S. Pookie is finally taking naps in his crib again!  And sometimes he actually SLEEPS!)  I got all my supplies out and got to work.  Well, wouldn't you know it, almost half way through, my mouth started to feel funny.  My lips kind of went numb, then my tongue started to feel funny and then my neck started itching.  Yep, I was having an allergic reaction to burlap*.  Ugh.  So I took some benadryl and finished making the wreath.  However, I still had to finish decorating it.  I plunked it in the office thinking that hopefully it was just a contact issue and as long as I didn't touch my face while handling it, there wouldn't be a problem.  Silly me.  I'm in the office the next day checking my email and I start feeling funny and getting itchy.  Apparently it was an air borne thing not a contact thing.  Oy vey.  I take some more benadryl and get a couple of garbage bags to put the wreath into.  Then I moved the darn thing to the garage.

My ever thought full honey pie set up the saw horse in the garage and gave me a face mask so I could finish my project.  (On a side note, I would highly recommend brushing your teeth really well after eating hummus if you are going to be putting a mask on.)  I did manage to finish my project with minimal itching.  I did stick it back into it's garbage bags.  I have no idea what I am going to do with the darn thing on my aunts birthday.  I can't be in the same room as it.  Maybe we can stick it on the back deck and she can open it as we are leaving.  I guess we'll cross that bridge when it comes.

*Burlap is the kind of texture the material is, but burlap can be made out of jute, flax or hemp fibers.

When all else fails, blame it on Santa

There are all sorts of mile stones in a persons life.  Pookie has just hit a new one.  Around this age, kids start telling fibs.  At two, kids can't distinguish between fantasy and reality.  On the flip side, this means his imagination is working.  

Pookie has been a little more cantankerous the past couple of days.  Our schedules are all out of whack, which tends to wreak havoc.  The other day I was getting my list together to go grocery shopping.  Mind you, I am also getting breakfast together and really, I'm not awake yet at this point.  I have the freezer open to check to see what I need more of and Pookie decides to grab the bag of frozen corn.  Not only does he grab the bag, but he pulls the clip off the top.  Then he proceeds to drop the bag.  Before I can stop him he picks up the bag of corn from the wrong end and corn goes everywhere.  Erg.  I make a noise of frustration and Pookie heads for the hills.  I manage to get the frozen corn out of the freezer and swept up off the floor.  I have a feeling that I am going to be finding corn kernels in random spots in my freezer for the next several months.  At this point the toast is definitely on the toasty end and I take a couple of gulps of my now cold coffee trying to wake myself up a little more before going to talk with Pookie.

Pookie has very wisely set up camp in a corner of his room.  He is looking very ashamed of himself.  I picked him up and we sat down on the glider and I asked him what happened.  To which he responded "Saanta Claws dop con" (aka Santa Claus dropped the corn).  Hum, I don't think Santa was in the building, I think that Pookie dropped the corn.  Pookie continued to insist that Santa was the one who did it.  I gently told him that I saw Pookie drop it, that it was an accident and accidents happen.  I then told him that he needed to say 'sorry' for dropping the corn.  He really wasn't having any of that, however I asked him if he was sorry that it dropped and he said yes.  Really, I kind of like Pookie's tactic, just blame it on Santa Claus. 

Favorite parent

Pookie has been going through a stage where he is glued to my side.  Rob's been feeling a little bit left out.  Then the Blizzard of '13 hit and Rob was gone from mid day on Friday and got back home in the afternoon on Sunday.  Rob did manage to stop by the house twice 50-ish hours that he was out.  But really, the time that Rob was home, he was asleep for most of it.  We're talking at total of 5 hours at home over the course of two days.  Pookie really missed his Dada and boy, did I know it!  For the most part Pookie is a good kid.  He's active, but he will listen to what I am telling him.  Over the the span of the blizzard, Pookie had one issue after another.  He was not a happy little camper. 

Then Rob came home.  Pookie was ecstatic to see his Dada.  I was telling Rob how Pookie kept having issues over the weekend and I mentioned that Pookie really missed him.  Rob was a little surprised that Pookie missed him so much.  Seeing as he's been having such a Mama's boy streak going on.  However, Rob was relieved and happy that Pookie missed him.  Nothing like a little validation that even though Pookie is going though a clingy stage with one of us, he still loves both of us. 

On a side note, it was really funny to watch Pookie's reaction to the amount of snow that we got.  We got about 30" here, plus the drifts.  We had to get a front end loader to clear our driveway.  Pookie was ecstatic about the 'Big Truck'!  I did manage to get Pookie out in the snow.  At first he wanted nothing to do with going outside.  But once we got out he had a lot of fun helping me shovel the walkways. 

Bath time

My little guy has just turned two.  I have no idea where the past two years have gone.  I had a funny moment the other day that gave me a flash back to when Pookie was little.  Pookie has his bath time in the kitchen sink.  He fits and my back and knees don't hurt after.  It works for now.  Pookie loves his bath time.  I blow bubbles and he tries to eat them.  I think that child would eat just about anything.  He has a lot of fun splashing around and getting Mama wet.  As I was finishing up cleaning Pookie off, I thought about his first bath at home. 

The winter Pookie was born, it was cold and we had a LOT of snow.  Like, so much snow, I didn't see Rob for about three months because he was either out plowing or he was sleeping.  My mom came out for a visit right after we got home from the hospital to help us out.  We had been home for a day or two, and we decided to give Pookie a bath.  I got everything ready.  I turned up the heat in the house, I made sure that we had enough towels and that the water was at a nice warm temperature.  Because Pookie still had the umbilical cord stump attached, he needed to have a sponge bath.  I got everything set up on the changing table and my mom and I got to work on bathing Pookie.  About half way through, I looked at Pookie's face and his lips were blue.  Poor thing was cold!  I hadn't had him home for even a week, and I managed to turn my son blue.  Talk about Mom-of-the-Year Award!  We quickly finished his bath and got him all wrapped up like a burrito.  We got him all toasty warm and pink again in no time. 

Flash forward two years and now he is running around the house almost naked before his bath.  Pookie radiates heat, between Pookie and Rob, I have two personal space heaters.  It is astounding how much one little person can change in the span of two years.