Tonight

Tonight we did the bedtime routine--race up the stairs, brush our teeth together (I wonder when brushing his teeth will stop being an incentive for Tycho to go to bed? Probably--hopefully--for as long as he uses that fluoride-free, yummy, fruity toothpaste that he can swallow), pajamas, family prayer, sing a slow song, and, finally, night night.

Tycho never had trouble with his graduation to the big boy bed. If anything, bedtime got easier when we got it six months ago. But, I always assumed that it took him awhile to go to sleep, that maybe he even got out of bed and messed around in his room or something (seems like something he would do).

Tonight, right after we put Tycho to bed, I went in our bedroom to get changed, turned on the light... and tripped a breaker. Then the search for the breaker box began. First thing, Jacob told me to look in Tycho's closet. My thoughts: argh, but we just got him in there and now he'll wanna get out and be part of the action! Wrong. I went in there not even two minutes after he went down and he was fast asleep. My opening the creaky closet and looking for the breaker box with a flashlight didn't wake him either.

HA! The kid takes after me! I've always been able to go to sleep as soon as my head hits the pillow. It's a gift.

Life

Yesterday I had a doctor's appointment (p.s. I have passed the 150-lb-mark and still gaining strong. Ugh. Went from 148 to 152 in two weeks. The nurse said it's okay to blame it on Labor Day eating. I like her.)

Everything is perfect/normal/right on schedule. Doc went over my chart a few times, asked me questions about everything, and then declared that I am a "model patient" and that maybe I should produce babies professionally. He was joking about that second part... I think.

He asked me if I'm going to breastfeed (chya!) and when I said "chya!" he got all excited and put one more check mark in the column that makes me his favorite patient. He told me that, for reasons unbeknownst to him, the percentage of mothers in Sherman who breastfeed their babies is significantly less than the average in the United States... only about ten percent! Let's get with the program, Sherman.

In other news, Endless Shrimp has started up again at Red Lobster, the very thing Jacob has been salivating over ever since... well, ever since it ended last year. So we are going today in celebration of the normalness of my pregnancy, because there has to be a celebration if we're going out to eat. I wonder how Tycho will fare this year? Because about this time last year, we went to Red Lobster with these lovely people, and we ladies ended up leaving the men to the endless eating to go outside with our boys so they would stop creating mayhem at the table. It was a good time all around.

Speaking of the little monster (and I mean that in the best way possible), Tycho officially has all the colors down pat! Now we are working on counting to ten. So far, you can say one number and he can tell you the next number in a consecutive manner, but only up to seven. For some reason seven and beyond is really hard to remember. Also, we found out that it's MUCH easier to get him dressed in the morning if we let him pick his own underwear and clothes. I took a picture this morning por ejemplo... just know that the outfit he picked this morning is actually tame and matches well compared to what he usually chooses. And, in case you wanted to know, he chose the Elmo underwear (who wouldn't?)

(jumping on the bed)

(he didn't feel like smiling for a proper picture after I took him away from jumping on the bed... can you blame him?)


p.s. Instead of hearing that I'm progressing normally, I'd rather hear, "Oh my goodness, I said your due date is November 9? I meant September 9! Let's get that baby out of you!" Oh, well, a girl can dream.

Oh, And Here's Some Pictures

This is what Tycho looks like when he gets scared watching the beginning of Monster's Inc (yes, every time we watch it, he gets scared):


Classic... covering the eyes, but leaving a space between the fingers so you can still watch. I did not teach him to do this, it came naturally.


Covering the mouth also works.


Folding the arms. He was actually saying "scary" as this picture was taken.


And this is just a cute picture that we took last week:

Just A Little Story

Rather than attempt to catch up about pregnancy, potty training, our anniversary, my birthday, my vacation, the recent trip to Houston, switching phone plans, the job hunt, and anything else I would have been able to drum up to write about had I felt like it, I'm just gonna tell a story. A Tycho story (is there any other kind?).

Today I came downstairs and saw Tycho... playing musical chairs by himself? I don't know what he was doing, but he had the chairs pulled out from the table and he was walking around and around, touching each one as he passed. He didn't see me watching him. I decided to see what would happen because it's not often that he plays by himself. He continued in this manner, humming to himself, and eating out of a yogurt cup (talk about multitasking!) until he accidentally spilled a little bit of yogurt on one of the chairs. He looked around... I thought he was looking around to see if anyone saw him spill it, but then I saw him notice a towel on top of the table and he got this "Aha!" look on his face. He stood there for a second (my guess is trying to figure out how best to get the towel), pushed one of the chairs back, and then used that chair to climb up on the table to get the towel. All of this while still holding the yogurt cup in one hand. He got the towel, realized he couldn't climb back down without a spare hand (remember, he's still holding the yogurt cup and now the towel as well), threw the towel on the ground, and then climbed down to retrieve it so he could clean up the spill. For some reason, this is remarkable to me. Not just how he did it, but the fact that he didn't go get someone to clean it up for him, or even just leave it there for someone to find later. Anyway, it was a dry towel and he made the chair all sticky by rubbing around the yogurt with the dry towel--I decided this was my queue to help him out, so I came in and helped him clean it up with soap and water. The whole scenario made me wonder if this is why I come across so many sticky things in my own home. Has he done this before? Who knows... but, if that is the case, then I'm glad my son is so awesome that I'm just coming across sticky things, rather than things with ignored, crusted-on, old food. Ah, tender mercies.