Where Do They Come Up With This Stuff?

For those of you who are "friends" with me on Facebook, this first story will be a "repeat", but I need to document it here on the blog.  I take the posts from the blog and keep the stories to share with Drew later as he's older - to serve as a reminder for all the little things I would normally forget.

STORY #1 - Name Change
On Tuesday evening I was giving Drew a bath.  And he threw out something I think is rather profound for a three-year-old.  Here's the conversation that went down:

Drew: "I have something to announce.  I changed my name today"
Me: "What's your new name"
Drew: "Rocky Balboa"

I needed Dave to finish up with Drew's bath while I did a few things on the computer.  As the two of them are in his bedroom, I hear Drew start in again with Dave.

Drew: "I changed my name today to 'lil Rocky Balboa"
Dave: "You did huh, you're my Little Rocky Balboa?"
Drew: "No it's 'lil Rocky"

Fast forward about an hour, and I'm laying in bed with Drew.  Because he's changed his name and all... here's now that conversation went down.

Me: "Goodnight Rocky, I love you"
Drew: "I love you to Adrian.  Your name changed today to Adrian"
Me:

Drew:  "It's not funny!" (he's clearly embarrassed because I was laughing)
Me: "You're right it's not funny.  It's adorable"
Drew: "I"m not adorable, I'm tough like Rocky!"

So fast forward to this morning, it's share day at school - and when Drew realized this he instantly asked to bring his Rocky Poncho to School for share day.  When we get to school he has to show Ms. Jonelle his poncho and explain that its what Rocky wears before he fights. 

She laughs and tells me about how ever since on of the girls in his class decided her name changed to Ariel (as in The Little Mermaid) Drew decided that his name was Rocky.  And that when she calls on him for something she has to say "Drew Rocky", and sometimes he makes her say "Drew Rocky Balboa".  So now we have some background to the name change thing that has recently had us chuckling at home.

STORY #2 - Drew's a Grown-up, well when he wants to be
Here's the second story for you today.  For weeks, if not months, Drew is obsessed with thinking he's older than he is.  Heaven forbid you say he's too little/young to do something. He'll tell you he's a big boy.  He's even thrown out that he's a grown-up (although he's recently decided that grown-ups have hair all over so he's not a grown-up yet... that story is for another blog someday).

So last night after work I was making dinner, trying to put out a few work fires, do the dishes/empty the dishwasher, answering Dave's questions, holding the Spider-man punching bag so Drew could  pound on him, playing some movies for Drew... you know the daily grind for working Mothers.

So needless to say I was a little frustrated and feeling stretched a little thin... and the whining from a certain nameless child was pushing me over the edge.  When I served Drew dinner, he was whining how he didn't want to eat that (oops I threw the nameless child under the bus).  And then the cup I put his milk in wasn't good enough.  Again, the daily grind.

After the incessant complains about the cup.. I told him he couldn't have a cup with a lid because they were all dirty, so he could have the one he had now.. or the hot wheels cup.  He opted for hot wheels - I guess it was cooler than the Red Robin cup I had given him initially LOL.

I then threw in a crack about how I keep having to dirty cups for him, so he's going to learn how to do his own dishes.  Here was our tableside "discussion":

Drew: "I won't ever, never do dishes, because that's for grown ups." 
Me: "Oh yes you will, why do you think I had kids in the first place"
Drew: "I can't do dishes because, it will hurt me"
Me: "It won't hurt you.  You'll do dishes when I tell you to"
Drew: "I won't ever be big, so I can't do dishes".

So tell me, why is it that kids want to grow-up and be big... but only when it suits them?

Preschool Web-Slinger

Last week, a surprise visitor stopped by Drew's Preschool in honor of a special little girl who was turning 4.

As I mentioned Drew's Preschool Teacher's Daughter is infatuated with Spider-Man.  So a certain someone was asked to dress up as the Marvel charachter.

Yet again, Drew was clueless that it was his Daddy dressed in the costume. The Birthday girl and a few other kids had it figured out - announcing that it was really "Drew's Daddy".   (Neither Dave or I have real names when it comes to anyone at the preschool... we're just "Drew's Mommy" or "Drew's Daddy".)

It's a Bird. No, It's a Plane...

On Saturday Drew was invited to a birthday party for his friend at school - coincidentally it's also his teacher's daughter (who we went to Tahoe with last month).  And this wasn't any ordinary birthday party, but a Spider-man party where the kids had to come in costume.

I managed to avoid the Rocky costume this time around - seeing as I didn't need Drew to pretend one of the other kids were Ivan Drago or Apollo Creed.  So we recycled an existing costume we had....

That's right, Drew was the man of steel - Superman! 

There's Drew standing in line to take his turn with the pinata... the birthday girl's older sister is to the right of Drew, and a few of his classmates are to the left of him.

While Drew was happy while he was there, he was less than thrilled to leave.  That was evident by the 45 minute tantrum he threw as we were leaving... the entire ride home... and after we got home.  Apparently leaving Ms. Stephanie's house (where the party was thrown) proved to be this Superman's kryptonite.   Needless to say a 3 year old's temperament can change faster than a speeding bullet - in case you were wondering

Double Dipper

Last night for dinner I just didn't have it in me to re-heat the leftovers I'd pulled out.  So we decided to head over to Chevy's.  That's when things took an interesting turn.

See for yourself:



Yes that would be Drew eating Salsa. Salsa! And he was willingly pulling out the chunks of tomatoes - and eating them! Of course we didn't tell him they were tomatoes for fear he'd change his mind.

And yes, my kid is a double - or rather a quadruple - dipper.

Say What?

Three-year-olds are notorious for their imaginations - and Drew is notorious for his quick and witty one-liners.  Last weekend he through out a couple of classics... well at least his Daddy and I thought so.

While sitting on the bed at the hotel in Lake Tahoe Drew just announces:
"I"m the best".
Can anyone say narcissistic? 
I suppose it's because we're always telling him how cute and adorable he is - or when he does something especially cute we say "you're the best".  I guess we're kinda creating a monster.


Then a short time later, after we returned from sledding and Dave took off his ski hat, Drew asks Dave to kneel down.  He then goes on to kiss his hair and state:
"Daddy, you smell doinkery".

For those that are confused... "doinkers" in our household are hairs that are out of place.  So the fact that Drew said Dave's essentially smelled doinkery (a totally made up word... you know since doinkers wasn't exactly made up...).

This age can have it's rough moments, but it's little things like this that make me love this kid and age so much!

More Fuel to the Rocky Fire

Daddy had a brilliant idea a few weeks ago, to you know... encourage Drew's recent Rocky Balboa addiction.  Here's a video of the surprise Drew received on Monday:



He's one happy camper!

Needless to say Drew didn't take that shirt off all night, until we told him he had to suit up for swimming lessons.  I think it's safe to say he has a new favorite shirt.

For the record, Dave bought the iron-on transfers from someone on eBay (located in Australia).  And Daddy has a matching one too - in his size.  So be on the lookout for some Rocky fanatics in future posts!

Let's Go Sledding!

Sunday was a MUCH better day to go sledding.  So after packing up at the motel, we loaded up and headed back over to Nevada to our beloved sledding slope.

Since the family photo the day before was such a fiasco - I wanted to grab one at the beginning of our trip.

Drew was patient enough for one take, and then it was time to get a few runs in!

Here's a video of Daddy & Drew sledding...

Drew was happy being the line leader and getting the farthest down the hill.

After getting enough sled runs in, we decided to play in the snow for a bit before heading home - and I mean home.

Then the boys decided to throw snowballs at the photographer - me.  Drew thought it was pretty funny when he nailed me.