Showing posts with label Gabe's hands. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gabe's hands. Show all posts

Friday, July 13, 2007

Happy Father's Day 2006

It was a perfect night for some type of outdoor activity with the family! I got off work at 5pm, and we decided to pack the boys up and head out for a Louisville Bats game. The Bats are the AA baseball team associated with the Cincinnati Reds, and they play right here at Louisville Slugger Field. We've been here for just under two years and haven't been yet. This was also the gift that we gave to Chet LAST Father's Day. Since I was pregnant, we moved last summer, and Ladan would have had a heart attack if any fireworks were set off, we didn't end up going last year. I'm glad we waited. It was tons of fun!





And a little bit of a sentimental photo for you... Baby Gabe holding his daddy's hand.

Ladan has been saying some hilarious things lately, so I thought I'd catch up on those...
  • Ladan has been a bit quick to tell us "no" sometimes, so we've been working on the "Yes, Mom" or "Yes, Dad" response. This afternoon, he was being a bit noisy, so I explained that he needed to speak more quietly. Before he could even argue, I reminded him that the appropriate response is "Yes, Mom." He complied. A few seconds later, he was talking in the hallway (to himself--I have no idea where he gets it). He walked in to me and said, "That's not too noisy. Now you say, 'Yes, Ladan.'" I mean, really, what can you do except smile at that?! I did gently remind him that he's not in charge, and I thanked him for quieting down.
  • I mentioned in a previous post that we've been instructing Ladan to call out to God for help when he has scary dreams. Well, the other night, he started screaming bloody murder. I usually let him work it out on his own, but this time his cry was different, so I went in. When I walked through the door, I asked, "What's wrong, Buddy?" He responded with urgency, "Please, God, help me! I'm scared!" He had worked up a sweat and was shaking. I asked him about his dream, and he described something about a basketball coming at him and making him fall off his bed. So we prayed, and he reminded me that God will help him when he's scared. He also reminded me that God will help me when I'm scared.
  • We rented Flipper, the movie, last week. It's the version with Paul Hogan (aka Crocodile Dundee) and Elijah Wood. There's a scene where Paul Hogan comes up out of the water after skiing and he has a dripping cigar in his mouth. Ladan saw that scene the other day and exclaimed, "Oh, no! His hot gog (hot dog) is all wet!" I had no idea what to say, so I just said, "Oh, wow!" Except I kept laughing, so Ladan knew something was up. He added with great seriousness, "Mommy, it's a hot gog," as if I was really silly for laughing at a wet hot dog.
  • Last night, I was laying beside Ladan in his bed. He likes for me to "carry" him, which basically just entails letting him lay on my arm and putting my other arm around him while he lays there. We were just quietly laying in his bed, me carrying him, and he said, "Mom, Jesus is riding on a white horse." Remembering that we've had this conversation before, I asked Ladan how he knows that Jesus is riding on a white horse. He replied, "It's in the Bible." GREAT! Here's the funny part... he went on to say, "Mom, I saw Jesus riding a water buffalo." And I thought we were getting somewhere. :)

One of my friends from the Columbia days has three boys, and two of them are just about a year ahead of each of our boys. When I explained to her about a year and a half ago that we have a hard time getting Ladan to eat meat or much of a variety of anything for that matter, she told me to just be patient. She had a similar experience and encouraged me, saying that as soon as we had another child and he started eating solids, Ladan would see him eating new foods and want to keep up with the little guy. Well, she was right on! Today, Chet got out the sliced turkey (just an aside... please make sure your deli meat is nitrate/nitrite free) to see if Gabe would want some. He was rejecting a bunch of his baby food, but he was clearly hungry. Well, Ladan saw Gabe eating that turkey and asked for some himself. He proceeded to eat two entire slices of turkey. He has never actually swallowed turkey after chewing it, so this is super-exciting!


My neighbors and I are heading to a farmer's market in the morning to get some fresh produce, and I'm pretty excited about it! I always buy fresh anyway, but at this particular market we get $10 of free produce. I'm excited to see what we find!

Saturday, June 23, 2007

I Hear Ladan Screaming

I'm working on another post that will highlight much more of our weekend, Ladan's birthday, my mom's surgery/recovery, etc. In the meantime, I wanted to jot a few stories down from today...

Chet and I were debriefing at the end of the day, and Ladan was interrupting and being generally defiant. When we corrected him, he began to argue with me (which he knows he's not supposed to do). I told him he needed to go sit in his room for a few minutes and that I'd be in to talk to him when I finished talking with Chet. He happily went into his room as if he didn't know he was in trouble.

After a couple of minutes, he obviously figured it out. He started crying. And then he started calling my name very loudly.... "Mommy! Mommy!" (repeats this at least 10 more times)... then "Phyllis! Phyllis!" (repeats this only a couple more times)... then he calls out down the hall, "I hear Ladan screaming! Do you hear Ladan screaming? I hear Ladan screaming!" At this point, Chet and I cracked up (quietly of course so he wasn't totally encouraged to continue interrupting our conversation). But I couldn't wipe the smile off my face before I went to his room. When I arrived, Ladan quickly apologized, we discussed his behavior and what he should do differently in the future, and we moved on with the evening. Of course, he ended up disobeying in the same fashion a while later and didn't get off quite as easily. Apparently, "Yes, Mom" is not a natural phrase for a 3-year-old to say when he's corrected or when he's asked to wait patiently.

He ended the evening playing with the new toolbox and tool set he received for his birthday from Gigi and Danny Joe. He's loving it so far. Because of the rushed nature of our arrival here in Louisville yesterday and the fact that I've worked two shifts since then, most of his birthday gifts are still out in the van. Tomorrow night's project...

At about midnight, Gabe woke up to drink a bottle. Random aside... he's almost 9 months old, and he almost always still wakes up at least once. He's pretty skinny, so I always go ahead and feed him, but if we go to that 9-month check-up, and he's beefed up a bit, he'll be crying it out in no time. Okay, back to the story at hand... I was holding him while he held his bottle. He doesn't use his thumbs in an opposing fashion when he drinks; rather, he cups his hands--kind of funny and pretty cute. Well, I couldn't help but look at his tiny little hands holding that bottle up and just enjoying how the Lord designed such an amazing creature. He's my tiny little guy, but Lord willing, one day he'll grow up to be a man. I started to imagine his much larger, very strong hands. It's my job to protect him now, but in no time, he'll be the one protecting me. God is so gracious!