Saturday, May 26, 2012

Major Mammory Meltdown

There we were, my boys and I, laying in my bed in a big cuddle, as so happens almost every delightful morning.  I had just finished nursing Avery, and the wee ones and I were settling down to read some stories before venturing downstairs for breakfast and yet more stories.

I started to pay a bit of attention to Rohan, reading him one of his all time favourite books (the Lorax, my little environmentalist), when Avery, in usually form, decides that this extra attention to his brother is absolutely unacceptable.  After a bought of stream rolling us he decided that the only other option to take my full attention would be to nurse yet again.

Now, don't get me wrong here, I still very much enjoy our nursing/cuddle time.  Even though he pinches and punches me.  Even though I have to press my arm firmly against the unnursed teat to prevent him from sliding his hand up/down my shirt and kneading the other breast or, gag, trying to tweak the nipple.  Uggh.  But I refuse to nurse him on the same kind of regular basis that he required as an infant.  Besides the fact that he really does not need it to keep him alive and that the more he nurses, the more I produce, I just want my boobies to myself for a while!

So anyway, back to the story.  Avery started aggressively signing milk in my face and contorting himself into the most optimal nursing position.  I told him in no uncertain terms that we were all done and that there was none left. Well I don't know if he woke up on the wrong side of the bed that fateful morning, but he started getting pretty mad at me.  Well actually, not so much me as my unavailable mammories.  He shoved his face right up close to my sacks of liquid gold and yelled at them as if he were telling them the whats what of his nursing desire.

Hilarious.  His face right up to them screaming at the top of his lungs.  I think he even gave them a couple of closed fist punches he was so mad.  Oh man, if I was a tougher mom than I am, and not totally amused and smitten by his temper, I would probably be attempting the weaning process about now. 

Nope.  Not me.  Onward in the world of jug reduction!

Friday, May 18, 2012


Who would have thought?  a toothbrush!

Avery spent more time with the bike than his bro!

The middle of his 4 hour Bakyardigan a thon!

Finally testing the big boy bike!
A few pictures of the previously mentioned day of birth celebrations!  Dang these are some cute kids of mine!

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

How to Rock your 4th Birthday

If you have ever thought to yourself  'how would I rock my birthday if I was a wee lad of 4?'  well, I have some tips straight from the source for ya.

First you need to wake up way too early in the morning to the sounds of your little brother making screamy whiny sounds for no good reason.  You will then need to stay put in your bed until your mom finally arrives with a stack of sneaky multigrain (healthy) pancakes with mounds of maple syrup, and a bottomless glass of apple juice, all placed lovingly on a special tray, sat with a wrapped present from grandma.

Next you eat more pancakes then you ever have before, drink more apple juice then your body can possibly handle and delightedly place super cool stickers on your super cool buzz buzz toothbrush, personalizing grandma's gift yo!

The next logical step would be an out right refusal to leave the bed.  Then, grudgingly leave the bed, but absolutely refuse to get out of your jammies.  A declared Pajama Rama Day!

Next, take a leisurely stroll, seated comfortably in a stroller like a king, demanding stuff from your servant (mother).

After purchasing some dinner goods from the store, go home and sit in from of the computer and watch Backyardigans .........for the rest of the day, while eating popcorn on the couch, in your pajamas, and drinking (spilling) a tall glass of milk.  Only pausing your show in order to pee, poop and check out your awesome, rad, big boy two wheeler bike that your super awesome, rad parents got for you for your birthday.  Ride it for a second in the porch, go directly back to the computer and back to the beloved Backyardigans.  Backyardigan-athon commences.

After an astonishing 4 straight hours glued to the computer, finally drag yourself outside in order to enjoy the last remaining rays of sun before dinner.

Top this rock awesome day off with a meal consisting of eggs benedict and steamed broccoli with hollandaise.  The only possible way to end this day would be more stories then you are ever allowed to have, milk and water before bed, and drifting off to dream land cuddled up with birthday EVER!