Karakoe Madness!

On Friday night we had an impromptu evening with Drew's Day Care Provider - Ms Stephanie and family.  We went over there to BBQ and have some libations.  Oh and some of the fun of the evening... karaoke!

Let's just get to the point.  We can't sing, but we had some of the most fun that night as we've had in a very long time!  Here are the photos  - and the evidence to prove it!

Before the music got started the kids were playing in the Spider-man Jumpy House.  Drew managed to last maybe 5 minutes before he twisted his knee and was a mess. (Drew has his back to the camera, and Troy is the face you see).

Now onto the blackmail, I mean the great fun the adults had that night...

Enough embarrassing photos, time for the embarrassing videos....

First up, Dave and Brian.  Singing a "We Are the Champions"



Then it's the ladies turn to make a fool of themselves.  "1-2-3" by Gloria Estefan.



I think that's enough embarrassment for at least a year....

Scrapbook Saturday - First Halloween

OK so I've been on a two week hiatus with Scrapbook Saturdays - my apologies.  But I'm back with a few weeks lined up.  And what I'm most excited about - is the Mother's Day gift to ourselves.  My Mom and I are locking ourselves up in a hotel and scrapbooking the weekend away.  With a little R&R thrown in there too...

So here's another page from Drew's first year book - his first Halloween.

I started with an orange paper, with a black paper, and then another orange overlay.  I put some embellishments in the corners - and cut out a few of Drew's photos and placed them in the middle.  The part I really like is the squares I used for the letters. 

It was a tool from Creative Memories - the square punch.  It has two sizes, so it's perfect for this very effect.  The stamps were from a set my friend Lisa owns. 

My 2 Year Old Read to Me!

I've mentioned before that our Day Care Provider - Ms. Stephanie has been working with Drew on his sight words.  He knows more than 60 words by sight alone - he can spell a good about a third of them too.

Last weekend at the garage sale, my parents were getting rid of an old/extra copy of a Dr. Seuss classic.

Drew was busy for the entire garage sale playing with items he never touches at home or at Grammy's.  So in his "digging" he spotted this book and recognized some of the words on the cover from his flashcards and various movies.

As a little experiment, I had him read me this story.  We opened the first page (which repeats the title), and he spotted a few words right off the bat - "red" and "blue".  Then I had him follow my finger as he actually read the words in the right order.

He read about 6 or 7 pages before he started to get antsy and hit a few harder words.  So off he went to dig into more stuff we were trying to get pawn off on other people.

My Mom is my witness - he was literally reading this book.  Is it too soon to send our applications to Ivy League Schools?

Celebrating Cinco de Mayo

It was a date night at home for Cinco de Mayo this year.  The couple - Drew and I (Daddy ditched us for the night for softball - the 7pm game that stretched into the wee hours of the morning).

So to celebrate we had to start with some cervezas - for me, not Drew.

My date was busy avoiding me at first - playing with his letters.

Finally dinner was ready.  Well it was dinner for me - Drew is not into enchiladas. 

Instead Drew settled on a Lunchable.

Not bad for a Cinco de Mayo celebration for two.

"I Don't Love You"

I thought for sure I had another ten years or so before the "I hate yous" and the "I don't love yous" started.  I mean isn't that classic teenager behavior?  OK I'll even go so far to say as the tween years.  But at two?

Last Thursday, I got my first "I don't love you Mommy".  OUCH!

The offense - leaving Drew to lay by himself in his room at night.  You know the parenting technique of tucking your child in, and then going about your evening?  Apparently that's a big no-no in Drew's book.

A few days go by and bedtimes go fairly smoothly, and then wham on Monday night while Dave's at Softball I get it again: "I don't love you Mommy".

I tried to reason with my toddler (that's an oxymoron if I ever heard one - reasoning with a toddler...) that it's not nice to say you don't love Mommy, that it hurts Mommy's feelings.  I asked him how he would feel if I said "I don't love Drew".  I asked if he liked that - and of course he said "no".  Then proceeded to say again, "I don't love you Mommy".

That's when I gave up and said "Ok, good night."

Just a little note..

Since Drew started going to day care I received daily notes about what he did.  Things like when he ate, when he slept, his diapers and anything interesting to note.

Now that he's pretty much potty trained we don't get these reports anymore, since every day is essentially like the next.  About the only time we get a note, is if she needs something like pull-ups or if he did something interesting.

On Friday I received the following Note:

Worked on his numbers today.  He knows 1-50 and probably up to 100 he just doesn't want to finish his numbers with me.

Knows 60 of the words on my sight words flashcards.  That's not counting a few colors that are not in it.

Knows about 10 Presidents.  (Kills me he knows some that I don't even know)

We started on spelling shapes today.  I bet by late next week he will know those too by sight.

Wow!

"I'm Priceless"

This past Saturday it was Garage Sale Day at Grammy and GrampC's.  It's the annual, clear-the-crap-out-of-your-house-and-make-what-you-can day.  Our final take home - $46 and change. 

Drew was mighty fiesty early in the day - after going to bed late, and getting up at 5:30am.  Needless to say at 9am, he was in desperate need for a nap, but that didn't happen.  So as the good parents we are, we tried to sell him at the garage sale.  However if you asked him how much he was, he's say: "I'm priceless".  Thanks a lot GrampC for teaching Drew that one - we could've at least made an extra $10.

To keep Drew out of our customer's hair, we managed to entertain him in Grammy and GrampC's front yard.  First it was teaching him how to roll down the grassy hill.

Oh and the hula hoop, Grammy wasn't able to sell that one after all - Drew laid claim on that one. 

We did however sell one of Drew's old toys that he played with for the first time as some guy came up to buy it.  I congratulate us for distracting him enough to say goodbye to it, and we pulled him in the house for a well timed "juice break".

Another great distraction... the pipe near the front tree that apparently housed Oscar the Grouch.  Drew kept yelling into the pipe "Hello in There"!

It was a great day to just hang out outside, enjoy family and well, make a few bucks.