Trick or treat!

Nate was especially excited about Halloween this year - for the first time, he really understood the process of dressing up and getting lots of candy - and we counted down the days. The only problem is that this year, I couldn't just buy him a costume that he would wear. He was EXTREMELY PICKY about his costume - I let him look on Amazon.com and he scrolled through a thousand costumes, and the only thing he wanted to be was "a boy" (Charlie Brown), a giraffe, and an apple. Weird, right? He also wanted to be "a bone" (the skeleton costume that he wore when he was 1 1/2, which Theo wore this year). We ended up just letting him loose in Party City and he picked out "Lil' Frankie."

 Lil' Frankie, doing his best Frankenstein impression.

 

Lil' Bones, looking identical to his big brother, except maybe a little happier.

Ready to dominate the candy scene in Madison Park.

Crawling around like little babies. No reason. But if Nate does it, Theo does it.

A kiss, and a hug, and a lip

Whenever I leave for work in the morning, the boys go out on the porch to wave goodbye. Lately, Nate has been demanding that I give him "a kiss and a hug and a lip (kiss)." If I forget -- or if I fail to do all three -- he gets very upset. Not only that, but now I must give Theo and Dada a kiss and a hug and a lip. Sometimes I tell him that I don't want to kiss Dada, but he makes me do it anyway.

In the evenings, Chuck leaves to do work at a coffeeshop, and Theo, Nate and I squeeze together on the porch steps and wave goodbye to him. Nate insists that he give each of us a kiss, a hug, and a lip again. Theo will gleefully wave and say, "bye! seeyasoon! missyou!" And then we'll look at the moon and the stars, and I'll corral them inside so we can get ready for bed.

I know there will come a time when the boys won't even look up from their iPhone/laptop/whatever-gadget-exists-then to acknowledge that one of us is leaving, so I cherish the enthusiastic goodbyes and sloppy lips kisses while I have them. They'll be too cool for me soon enough.

Our physical genius and his shoe fetish

Always trying to keep up with his big brother Nate -- who's been known to chest-bump him as a sign of his superiority -- Theo is advanced when it comes to physical skills. Mamma Daley first coined the phrase "physical genius." Just after his 1st birthday, Theo saw that Nate's t-ball set was turned over. He proceeded to put the t-ball stand upright, place the ball on top of it, pick up the bat, and HIT THE BALL! Some kids can't even walk at a year old, yet Theo can play ball with the preschoolers. Physical genius. Since then, Theo has proven his supreme physical abilities by unscrewing and re-screwing the caps of water bottles, removing batteries from all of our remote controls, and running shoelaces through beads.

Another interesting quality of our youngest is his affinity for shoes. He hates being barefoot, and will bring us his shoes and tell us, "On! On!" Sometimes, even as I'm putting him to bed, he'll see his shoes on the dresser and reaches out to them, begging me to put them over his pajama feet. But even better, Theo LOVES wearing his mommy's high-heeled shoes and boots. He'll bring them to me and ask me to put them on him, zip up the boots and clip-clop down the hallway like a real lady. For some reason, he never wants to wear Chuck's shoes -- and the fancier the women's shoes, the better. Chuck insists that it's only because I wear a size 5 and so my shoes fit better (it's true - I'm pretty sure he'll be wearing my size by second grade), plus they make more noise. And a few weeks ago, when Chuck got his shiny new sneakers, Theo caught sight of them and had to put them on immediately. Of course, they just fell off, so Theo opted to put on my fancy green sandals instead.

Maine was wicked awesome!

After our 21-hour-long drive to Minnesota, we continued our tour of the "M" states and headed up to Maine to spend time with the Daleys. We decided to break up our trip and stay overnight in Kingston, NY, at Chuck's Mamma's house, but unfortunately, didn't arrive until 6am (yes, we left late, and we got stuck in miserable miles-long traffic in Virginia). So after a short nap in NY, we were on the road again for Maine -- what everyone calls "the camp" on Frye Island, in the middle of Sebago Lake. There are four cabins with no electricity or running water, but also a fabulous bathhouse with a shower, sink, toilet, and refrigerator.

The boys LOVED swimming in the lake and playing with the sand. And we had no idea, but Wylie is an amazing swimmer and spent the majority of her days chasing ducks around the lake.

 

 Playing with Mamma, who Nate deemed the "sand monster."

 Wylie in hot pursuit of some ducks.

 

 Shooting hoops with Dad.

 

Theo wakes up at the crack of dawn and enjoys some Froot Loops on the beach.

Crashing at Great-Mamma's house in the middle of a heat wave. Red and sweaty!

Minnesota!

At the end of June, we traveled to Minnesota for the Team Vogel vs. Cancer benefit and to visit all of our Vogel/Wissman relatives. The benefit was an amazing success, and we were able to spend a lot of time with family. Nate and Theo especially enjoyed their cousin Brody.

 The three Vogel grandsons.

 

 Theo with Cousin Brody.

 The deer park.

 At the Lakeview Drive-In, just a block from where I grew up. 

We went to a park pretty much every day, and Nate and Theo both got to enjoy my parents' swimming pool. The drive wasn't too bad either way -- it was our fourth trek to Minnesota and we made the best time: 20.5 hours.

Next up: we're heading to Maine this weekend!

Beach trip

We kicked off June with a trip to Charleston - to house sit for Sue and Charlie. Let me tell you, it was hard work, lounging by their pool on the marsh and relaxing on the beach. Actually, there wasn't much relaxing, chasing two boys around, but we had a lot of fun!

 

 Nate builds a sand castle -- more like a pile of sand.

 Theo tidies up the beach.

 

 He doesn't like getting dirty.

 The boys build a lagoon.

Theo practices his downward dog pose.

Big boys

Once again, I'm trying to cover two months worth of blogging in a single entry. Sigh. Where does the time go?

The first huge milestone was Nate's 3rd birthday on April 12. It was the first year when he really anticipated his birthday, the cake, and the presents. Of course, in spite of several more expensive presents, his favorite was a $3 pack of letter flashcards.

For the past year or so, Nate has been closer to normal at his pediatrician visits, like 75th percentile. But this past visit, Nate weighed in at 36 lbs. and measured 40 inches long -- putting him in the 97th percentile for height and 93rd for weight. Is that crazy? He looks like a 4-year-old. I can be terribly self-conscious when he throws a fit in public or when his Pull-Up is showing because people think he's older than he really is. I wonder if he will average out or if he will always be big. I told him that he'll be bigger than me someday, which he thinks is pretty awesome.

Theo just had his 15 month appointment, weighing in at 24lb. 10oz and measuring 32.5 inches long. That puts him in the 80th percentile for height (same as last time) and 55th percentile for weight (up from 45th last time). He's become a better eater in the past few months and loves eggs with broccoli and spinach, yogurt, applesauce, grilled cheese, and pancakes. He still doesn't like milk too much, but we try to get him to drink as much as possible, and the yogurt makes up for some of it. And I'm still nursing him, but it doesn't have the calcium he gets from whole milk.

Theo is like a mini-Nate these days, climbing all over the furniture, running around, copying everything his big brother does. His baby days are over (sniff, sniff). Also, we've entered the "terrible 1s," which means stubborn fits and arching his back to protest whenever we say "no." But when he's not throwing a tantrum, he's very mellow and really sweet.

Theo is starting to talk, with words we can actually understand. "Dada" is his favorite, of course. "Mama" sounds more like "Baba," but I'll take it. He's in a destructive phase, which can be a problem because Nate loves to put things in order (letters, colors, shapes, etc.). The two of them play very well together - cars, trains, going through this tunnel we have, jumping on the bed. They'll just giggle at each other. It's pretty adorable.

Potty Time!

Since Nate turned 2, we've been dreading potty training. He is the most stubborn kid ever born, a cruel punishment for super-stubborn me and painfully stubborn Chuck. So when it comes to being patient, trying and failing but trying again (a theme song from the DVD "Elmo's Potty Time"), and delayed gratification ("if you pee on the potty, you get an M&M!"), Nate's stubbornness just results in a loud, weepy ball of frustration.

We casually tried potty training last year, and our pediatrician said that maybe he just wasn't ready and to hold off until closer to his 3rd birthday. Then my aunt Sue, who's taught a class of 2- and 3-year-olds for 10 years (God help her), said that my pediatrician was a wuss and that I needed to just stop putting diapers on him. We did a little bit of both. On the weekends, I would let him go without a diaper or pants around the house. He usually ended up peeing on the floor. It got so bad that Chuck demanded, "HE'S NOT GOING WITHOUT DIAPERS UNTIL HE'S POTTY TRAINED!" I would put him on the potty and sit there with him. We would go through these alphabet flashcards (his favorite thing ever), and a few times, he got relaxed enough that he started to go. But he never told us he had to go, which actually meant that we (me and Chuck) were potty trained, not him.

But a couple weekends ago, something clicked. "Mommy, I haffa go potty!" I put him on the potty, he pointed his wiener down, and he went! We let him wear his undies (he has a variety of Diego, Sesame Street and Super Why undies) during the day. Sometimes he would start to go in them, but for the most part he would tell us he had to go, we'd put him on the potty AND HE WOULD GO AGAIN! Then, during the week, he would go. And he would even go at school. Now he never wears a diaper during the day -- just Pull-Ups if we're going somewhere and of course at night because he still SOAKS it.

Sounds great, right? Well, I said Nate was potty trained, but he's not poopy trained. Meaning, the first thing the kids get is the sensation of having to pee, but pooping is a different story. So where is he pooping? In those cute Diego/Sesame Street/Super Why undies that are otherwise completely dry. And I can tell you, cleaning poop out of undies is about a bzillion times worse than cleaning Nate's adult-sized poop out of his diaper. I'm hoping he catches on soon ...

Theo's 1-year stats

 Theo had his 12-month pediatrician appointment last week. He weighed in at 22 lb. 2 oz. and measured 30.5 inches long. That's 45th percentile for weight and 75th percentile for height. Not that I ever compare my boys, but Nate was exactly the same length at 1 year, but weighed 24 lb. 9 oz. (both were in 75th percentile). Theo never had Nate's full face and chunky legs -- and he certainly doesn't have his brother's appetite, preferring to play with his food rather than eat it. You can imagine how after raising the "human garbage disposal," this completely blows my mind.

"No, Mommy, you eat it!"

Sad news

I'm sad to report that our beloved kitty Truman is no longer with us. He had been missing for about a month and we just assumed he had wandered off and would show up eventually -- he's always been a very resourceful outdoor cat. Unfortunately, he was stuck in a neighbor's crawl space and she didn't find him until it was too late. We brought him back home and buried him in our backyard with a kitty toy and a can of his favorite food. He was a birthday gift to Chuck the first year we were dating in 2002, and it's hard to imagine life without him. But we have lots of great memories, from him trying to rape Yeats (not really) to how he always would jump in the shower with Chuck when he was a kitty to his super-loud purring whenever he would snuggle with us. RIP Truman -- you were the best kitty ever!

Happy 1st birthday, Theo!

Somehow, my little baby Theo is already 1 year old. It doesn't seem like it's been that long since he was a newborn squirming around in our arms, meeting his big brother Nate, smiling for the first time, learning to sit up, to crawl, to walk ... the time goes by much faster with the second child! But compared to a big kid like Nate, Theo still seems like a baby to me.

We celebrated the Big 1 with a little party at our house with Auntie Mary and Uncle Adam, and our friend Sue Ann and her 2-month-old Eric. Theo is just about the pickiest eater I've ever met (in stark contrast to his brother), but surprise -- he loves cake!

 A cake with real cars that you can play with when the cake is gone! 

(The letters and numbers were Nate's favorite part.)

 

The Great Cake Massacre.

The Daley crew.

"But Mommy, where are all of MY presents?"

Theo started walking a couple months ago and is now a pro. He's still not that great about getting himself up without pulling up on furniture (or my pant leg), but once he's up and walking, he can make some serious distance in no time. Give him a couple more weeks and he'll be running!

The Holi-daze

No, I haven't posted anything in two months, and have yet to cover Christmas, which was a month ago. So let's catch up:

After two successful drives to Minnesota over the summer, we made our first wintertime attempt, knowing how miserable flying can be over the holidays. If we got sidetracked by snow, we figured we could just stop at a hotel. Our drive up to Minnesota was the easiest ever -- the roads were perfectly dry, and we bypassed Chicago entirely by taking I-74, which was technically longer but we made it in 20 hours, our best time so far. Unfortunately, on the drive back, we ended up passing through a terrible snowstorm with nowhere to turn off (not that we were eager to pull off in the middle of W.V. anyway ...)

Nate and Theo loved every minute of Minnesota. They got so much attention from the whole family and got to bond with their cousin Brody. Nate kept asking him, "Brody, you wanna play cars?" It was pretty adorable. Nate and Brody also got to sit at their own personal Toy Story kids table, where Brody could see how the human garbage disposal could wolf down as much food as his dad. Also, Nate is as tall as Brody now. But Brody is still the boss.

Santa comes to Grandma and Grandpa Wissman's house every year. Nate refused to look at him.

Best buds. "Bwody, you wanna play cars?"

 Where all the cool kids sit.

After getting back from Minnesota, we ramped up for another Christmas with the Daleys. Nate and Theo enjoyed all the attention. If you can believe it, they got even more toys, including a train set from Mamma and Grampy!

Theo loves to destroy the train set, and Nate will tell him, "Stop it, Theo. You're making a mess! You need a time out!"

Christmas with the Daleys was fun at first, but then Theo got the pukes and couldn't keep anything down. He lost a whole pound and still had random puking episodes for a whole week. Even worse, he gave it to Mamma, who was stuck in bed with the sickness for a couple days. :( We hope everyone will be healthy for the next family get-together.