Tuesday, March 22, 2011

5 years old is what’s up!

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Greyson and I were driving to the store on Sunday, a day before his 5th birthday, to buy sprinkles and frosting for his homemade chocolate cake (cake decorator I am not- but I’ll share the picture anyway) when he asked me what I do for a living ~

  • G: “Mom, what do you do for your job"?”
  • Me: “Hmm…that’s a good question”…
  • Me:  (still thinking) “I’m trying to think of a good way to describe it”
  • G:  “Just do the best you can”

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His 5th birthday celebration consisted of a fun weekend at Great Wolf Lodge (a.k.a. “MONEY PIT”), popsicles with his friends at school, a playdate with a favorite friend and cake and ice cream at home.  Mike and I gave him Marbleworks, a toy I bought when he was 9 months old and miraculously didn’t lose (considering there was a 1500 mile cross-country move between then and now, I’m patting myself on the back).

He’s proud of being 5.  He woke up on the morning of his birthday, requested purple pancakes (he got ‘em!) and told us that he was going to do the valet drop off at school.  This is a really big deal because he has absolutely refused to do drop off or pick up at school since his first day when he completely freaked out. But on Monday when Mike and I brought popsicles for snack time, his teacher told me that at drop-off he got out of the car, held his chest high with a big smile and gave her a high five. 

I can’t believe our 5lb 1oz first born baby boy is 5.  He started tee ball with Kirkland Little League today.  His uniform is #4 and something tells me he’s going to have a problem with that because he’s definitely not 4 anymore.

GREY*isms*

  • (taking a bite of a donut at Great Wolf Lodge) “This donut absolutely tastes like sausage”

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Cue the Waterworks

I came home early today because the cold, the fever, the aches, the congestion- everything that swept through my house last month, that I’ve avoided, and bragged about and shamelessly congratulated myself for…EVERYTHING hit me at once.  Yesterday afternoon.  With no warning.  And no sign of going away anytime soon.  And tonight, on St. Patrick’s Day, we were to celebrate with friends and homemade corned beef and cabbage and Bailey’s cheesecake and instead I heated up leftovers for Graham while Greyson made himself “jelly bread”.  And (I’m going to see how many times I can start a sentence with the word ‘and’) when I say he made it himself, I mean he got the bread from the pantry, the canned blackberry jam from the fridge, a plastic knife from the silverware drawer and he tore the crusts from his bread, spread the jam and he ate that sandwich as fast as he could because I had to bribe him with post-dinner ice cream and an early birthday gift for ruining his night that was to be spent with his friend Vincenzo where he surely would have ignore the corned beef and cabbage and dug straight into the cheesecake.

This boy, our boy, is going to be 5 on Monday.  While we waited for daddy to get home tonight, Greyson ran upstairs with Graham, stopped on the landing and said, “Mom, you know what I did during naptime today"?”

  • Me: “What did you do?”
  • G: (pride in his voice) “I prayed”

Cue the waterworks.

Though we missed a fun St. Patrick’s celebration, Greyson did get to spend yesterday afternoon playing with Vincenzo whose mom is quite the talent with a camera.  Thanks Mrs. Mouthy for the pics.

Tomorrow we leave for Great Wolf Lodge to celebrate Greyson’s birthday.  I hope he remembers to pray for my health tonight.  I need a little divine intervention.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Greyson Says…

…“Is Yoda a creditor?”  ~March 2, 2011

Mike is the traveler this week.  He’s in Portland for 3 days and I’m excited for him and the opportunities he’s got going on there.  He’s also getting a chance to reconnect with an old high school friend and teammate, watch movies in his hotel room, order room service and otherwise enjoy a few quiet nights.

*GREYisms*

  • G:  “Look at Graham’s boobs!”
  • Me: “Graham does not have boobs”
  • G:  “Is that a private part?”
  • Me:  “Yes”
  • G:  “That’s why you wear a broth?”

That exchange came about a week after he made a Valentine for Sara with a self portrait on the front and on the back, “a picture of me as a baby eating from Mom’s boobs”.  Yes, ladies and gentlemen, our son is obsessed with breasts and yes, Mike did take a picture of that masterpiece:

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I’ve had the most fun these past few days with the boys by myself but last night I said “isn’t it fun sometimes to just hang out with mommy, or just hang out with daddy?” and he said “no, 2 is better”.

Here’s a few other *isms* from the past few months.  If I had one day to do anything I wanted, I would just sit and listen to Greyson talk (aka philosophize).

  • G:  “A Jedi can protect me from bees, lions and hummingbirds “  ~November 2010
  • G:  “You shouldn’t drink beer or wine in the car or it will spill. It’s better to use a sippy cup” ~January 2011
  • G:  (explaining why Graham was naked in the playroom) “My brain was just thinking it should take Graham’s clothes off” ~March 2011 
  • Me:  “Hayden was a good cat, wasn’t he?”
  • G:  (sigh) “Yeah, he was a good listener”  ~March 2011

And one last deep thought, by Greyson Guenther…

  • G:  (at bedtime, recognizing that in other places in the world, people are just waking up) “It’s always light somewhere” ~March 2011 

It sure is Greyson, it sure is.