Monday, October 15, 2012

Things from facebook

From Carrie:

Asmund is growing up! Today as I put him in his car seat he asked me not to pat his bottom--not in the car or outside or going up the stairs etc etc etc. I told him very seriously that I would stop, that he had the right to decide who gets to pat his bottom because that is part of his body. I'm kinda sad--no more baby tush! He's a big kid who's outgrown that!! I'm also pretty excited that I got to...
have an open talk about respecting another person's body, and get to model that for him. As a child who was frequently spanked in the old "pull down your pants and lean over" method, I never felt like I had control over my body. Parents are the people children learn respect from--here's hoping I can give that gift to my kids!




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From me:


Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Me want lots of cookies in my tummy!


This morning's awesomeness:
Asmund: "Daddy, wake up!!
Dennis: "I want to sleep longer."
Asmund: "It's morning, silly poop!"


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From Carrie: Watching Dennis teach Asmund to use the typewriter last night, all I could think of was the sense of security and well being Asmund and Wystan will have all their lives from the love of their Dad. I married the best man I know. :)

Nothing like being woken up by "MAMA!! Wipe mine bobbom!!" HAHA!!

 

Monday, September 17, 2012

From Carrie

Asmund is informing Ron that he has a "poop pot" gun. Carl gave his groomsmen nerf guns. We now have two in the house and EVERYTHING is fair game.

More great things

When Asmund and I were heading downstairs while Wystan was sleeping, Asmund wanted to write a note for Wy. He took a pen and paper, and in scribbly lines, wrote: "Me, daddy, downstairs, movie." I added, "Be sure to let him know he can come down when he wakes up." "You, come, downstairs, awake."

When we asked Asmund how he felt about having another baby brother or sister, his eyes widened as he smiled. Then he pouted. "What's wrong?" we asked. "No sister!" We are in the process of telling him either would be wonderful. :)

Monday, September 10, 2012

Daddy, you are my dude

Monday, July 2, 2012

Updates

Our three-year-old snuck out of bed, grabbed a steak knife to open our cabinet without handles to get to the DVDs, and watched Spider-Man. What's next? A beer?

After I put on the movie he wanted to see, Asmund called me his "Cookie Daddy."

From Carrie:

Respecting my son's individuality means buying him the (ugly) yarn he picked for his hat. Having bounderies means makeing him choose from the sales shelf. Here we come orangy-browny-bluey "rwar rwar hat"!

Dennis is Asmund/Santa's sled. Santa has lots of reindeer-Poopie, Cookie, Bubbles, Bad Guy, Batman, Superman...and suddenly we've crossed genres. :)

Good cop/bad cop in toddler speak-cookie daddy/poopie mommy.

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Updates with superheroes

Asmund and Wystan are really into The Avengers and Spider-Man. We watch the trailers for the movies, as, even the cartoons are a little too violent. I should get Spider-Man and his Amazing Friends.

Here are more updates:

Me: Did you count the superheroes? Asmund: Uh-huh. How many are there? Lots!

Asmund: Me home, you home. (mi casa, su casa)

Carrie found amazing superhero shirts today--The Avengers sans Hulk with Spider-Man. Wystan points at his shirt, puts his hands up, and goes "Eeeerrrrrrrrrrr."

From Carrie:

Asmund just made R2D2 with my canners and sieve. He makes the sieve turn and beep and in addition to this awesomness has informed us that he is Yoda.