We now have both boys in their room, so we have the baby monitor on at night. Camden hasn't been sleeping that well because he's still getting used to his big boy bed. So I wasn't surprised when I heard him crying in the middle of the night. I got up and went to his room to check on him. It was the weirdest thing! He was sound asleep snoring with his mouth wide open, but I could still distinctly hear him crying. Loudly in fact. I'm blaming the fact that it was 2 in the morning that it took me a minute to realize it had been Kellan crying that whole time, not Camden. They sound exactly alike now!
Camden just loves his rock n roll Mickey Mouse from Aunt Courtney. Just last night we found out that Mickey sings a song and does the splits. We looked up and Camden was trying to do the splits just like Pickey!
Camden is talking up a storm now. It is REALLY hard to watch TV in the evenings. :)
Grammy bought Camden and Kellan monkey hats. Camden put one on his head and started looking around for the other hat. I had put the hat in the closet so I just watched him to see what he would do. After looking for a few seconds he turned his little hands up and said clear as a bell "I don't know where the other monkey is!" I was cracking up! He IS a real boy!
Camden found a SpongeBob Christmas ornament that was still in the package. He came and showed it to me and wanted me to take it out of the box. I wasn't sure if Nick would want him to play with it, so I told Camden- "Go ask Daddy to open it for you." He ran out of the bathroom with his little legs taking his monkey ears as fast as they could to Dad. A few minutes later he came back in the bathroom wanting me to open SpongeBob. I kept telling him to go ask Dad. He would leave and come back. This happened for several minutes. Finally, I realized, Nick had been telling Camden to ask me if he could open the box and I was telling Camden to ask Dad the same question. Poor guy was getting so confused.
Even though I say I'm not, I'm desperately trying to casually potty train Camden. The other night I had his little naked butt sitting on his potty for about 10 minutes. And...nothing... Finally I said ok Camden, stand up and we'll put a diaper on you. The minute he stood up he peed all over me. And I mean all over me.
When I dropped Camden off at school this morning he was debating on whether to cry or not. The teacher could see this so she tried to distract him with cars. Then she told me, he takes every single car they have in the room, gathers them up and plays with them in a corner so none of the other kids can play with them. This is good socializing, right?
How is Camden able to spot and name Mickey, Elmo and SpongeBob? (Pickey, Melmo, SungeBa) Does Disney take him to a commercialized training camp while we're sleeping?
My Boys
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Thursday, October 20, 2011
October 20th, 2011
Happy Birthday Grammy Gall! Thanks for all you do for us!
Camden isn't feeling well so Granfy babysat him today. We are so grateful for this, but things went a little downhill when I called to check in on them around 10am. I asked Granfy if Camden felt warm. He said a little. We discussed the Tylenol and Motrin doses. We discussed fevers a little more. Then I asked Dad, do you know how to take pictures with your phone yet? To which he answered, no, I'll just feel him to see if he's warm. At that point I decided it was time to hang up, take a Xanax and get back to work.
I was playing with Camden on the floor this week. He picked up one of Kellan's toys and asked "THAT THAT?!" (what's that?) I said, it's a butterfly, Camden. Camden then laughed hysterically and said "butt" 174 times.
We were invited to a birthday party last Saturday. There were bouncy houses, petting zoos, and so much fun to be had. After we said our goodbyes and were getting ready to leave the party, Camden went to the little girl's huge pile of gifts, picked out (I don't know how he did it) the gift we specifically brought, and started dragging it to the car. He doesn't quite get the concept of bringing a present and leaving it there.
Along the same lines, he went to a bridal shower with Grammy and Granfy over the weekend. There was a little girl there his age. When it was time to leave Camden grabbed his own diaper bag and headed to the door. Grammy and Granfy ooh'd and aaah'd over how smart he was to get his own diaper bag. Come to find out, Camden had taken one of the little girls toys and stuffed it in the diaper bag. No wonder he and the bag were in a rush to get out of there!
Kellan grabbed my phone while I was texting yesterday. When I took it back I looked and he had typed "keg" into a text message. Ummm... college isn't for a few more years, Cowbell.
We went to a birthday party in Chandler on Sunday. It was just Nick, Kellan and I in the car. (Camden was with Grammy and Granfy) Mind you, the drive time is about 35 minutes. Nick came up with his own version of "The Devil went down to Georgia" called "Kellan went down to Chandler" and sang it the whole way down there.
We picked up Camden and went to the birthday party. Popular boys! There were bouncy houses, cotton candy machines, and cakes galore. What does Camden play with? The ice in the coolers. He transfered all the ice from one cooler to another then back again. Good thing these parents spent all that money on party favors. They could have just provided free ice and our kid would have been happy.
I was standing by the couch watching the boys play on the blanket. Kellan was rolling around happily on the floor. Camden walked over to Kellan, stopped, and then dramatically "tripped" over Kellan and "hurt" himself. Luckily Kellan thinks his older brother is just hilarious.
Yesterday we were getting Kellan ready for school. We put him in his "That's it I'm calling Grandma" outfit. Camden started pointing to his chest and yelling. I could not figure out for the life of me what he was doing. Of course I immediately thought it was a seizure and got the phone ready to call the doctor. But no, his shirt said "Grandma loves me." He was just trying to point out that they both had Grandma shirts on. My little genius. Not only is he going to be a model and athlete- he's also going to have the world's highest IQ.
I was ecstatic when I was at the doctor with Camden on Wednesday and he weighed 19 pounds. I am blocking out the fact that he had on jammies, shoes, and a plastic "Melmo" clutched in each hand. That's 19 for the books.
While we were waiting for the doctor Camden was playing with the fire trucks on the floor. He kept sweeping his hand across the floor and looking at it. I told him not to do that because they floor might be dirty. So he raised his eyebrows up to his hairline, stared me down, and rubbed his hand from one side of the waiting room floor to the other. Then watched to see what I would do. I'm laughing now that it's a day later, but I did disown him for about 30 seconds.
Kellan had his first school pictures taken. They are pretty much the cutest thing I have ever seen. His little tongue is sticking out in each shot. I'm hoping it's teething and not a sign of being a trouble maker.
We'll never be able to listen to the radio again. Are the Bee Gee's still in the Top 40? Camden has a "Pickey" (Mickey Mouse) CD and the second you turn on the car he screams PICKEY! until you put the CD in.
Row row row your boat....
Camden isn't feeling well so Granfy babysat him today. We are so grateful for this, but things went a little downhill when I called to check in on them around 10am. I asked Granfy if Camden felt warm. He said a little. We discussed the Tylenol and Motrin doses. We discussed fevers a little more. Then I asked Dad, do you know how to take pictures with your phone yet? To which he answered, no, I'll just feel him to see if he's warm. At that point I decided it was time to hang up, take a Xanax and get back to work.
I was playing with Camden on the floor this week. He picked up one of Kellan's toys and asked "THAT THAT?!" (what's that?) I said, it's a butterfly, Camden. Camden then laughed hysterically and said "butt" 174 times.
We were invited to a birthday party last Saturday. There were bouncy houses, petting zoos, and so much fun to be had. After we said our goodbyes and were getting ready to leave the party, Camden went to the little girl's huge pile of gifts, picked out (I don't know how he did it) the gift we specifically brought, and started dragging it to the car. He doesn't quite get the concept of bringing a present and leaving it there.
Along the same lines, he went to a bridal shower with Grammy and Granfy over the weekend. There was a little girl there his age. When it was time to leave Camden grabbed his own diaper bag and headed to the door. Grammy and Granfy ooh'd and aaah'd over how smart he was to get his own diaper bag. Come to find out, Camden had taken one of the little girls toys and stuffed it in the diaper bag. No wonder he and the bag were in a rush to get out of there!
Kellan grabbed my phone while I was texting yesterday. When I took it back I looked and he had typed "keg" into a text message. Ummm... college isn't for a few more years, Cowbell.
We went to a birthday party in Chandler on Sunday. It was just Nick, Kellan and I in the car. (Camden was with Grammy and Granfy) Mind you, the drive time is about 35 minutes. Nick came up with his own version of "The Devil went down to Georgia" called "Kellan went down to Chandler" and sang it the whole way down there.
We picked up Camden and went to the birthday party. Popular boys! There were bouncy houses, cotton candy machines, and cakes galore. What does Camden play with? The ice in the coolers. He transfered all the ice from one cooler to another then back again. Good thing these parents spent all that money on party favors. They could have just provided free ice and our kid would have been happy.
I was standing by the couch watching the boys play on the blanket. Kellan was rolling around happily on the floor. Camden walked over to Kellan, stopped, and then dramatically "tripped" over Kellan and "hurt" himself. Luckily Kellan thinks his older brother is just hilarious.
Yesterday we were getting Kellan ready for school. We put him in his "That's it I'm calling Grandma" outfit. Camden started pointing to his chest and yelling. I could not figure out for the life of me what he was doing. Of course I immediately thought it was a seizure and got the phone ready to call the doctor. But no, his shirt said "Grandma loves me." He was just trying to point out that they both had Grandma shirts on. My little genius. Not only is he going to be a model and athlete- he's also going to have the world's highest IQ.
I was ecstatic when I was at the doctor with Camden on Wednesday and he weighed 19 pounds. I am blocking out the fact that he had on jammies, shoes, and a plastic "Melmo" clutched in each hand. That's 19 for the books.
While we were waiting for the doctor Camden was playing with the fire trucks on the floor. He kept sweeping his hand across the floor and looking at it. I told him not to do that because they floor might be dirty. So he raised his eyebrows up to his hairline, stared me down, and rubbed his hand from one side of the waiting room floor to the other. Then watched to see what I would do. I'm laughing now that it's a day later, but I did disown him for about 30 seconds.
Kellan had his first school pictures taken. They are pretty much the cutest thing I have ever seen. His little tongue is sticking out in each shot. I'm hoping it's teething and not a sign of being a trouble maker.
We'll never be able to listen to the radio again. Are the Bee Gee's still in the Top 40? Camden has a "Pickey" (Mickey Mouse) CD and the second you turn on the car he screams PICKEY! until you put the CD in.
Row row row your boat....
Thursday, October 13, 2011
October 13th, 2011
Camden had his two year check up yesterday and weighs a whopping 18 lbs. Sigh! Maybe when he's 3 he'll be able to sit in a forward facing car seat.
I called school yesterday and the Director said she had gone into Kellan's room and right when she walked in, Kellan lifted his arm and waved at her. She said she laughed all day about that. He sure knows who to kiss up to. I haven't seen a child care discount yet, but I'm sure it's coming.
Daddy taught Camden a helpful tip the other day. When Camden wakes up it's still dark in the house. When we take him to the fridge to get his sippy cup the bright light from the fridge causes him to dramatically turn his head and bury his face in our shoulder. So Dad taught him how to cover his eyes! The funny part about this is that Camden starts covering his eyes as soon as we leave his bedroom. Even though there's still about 50 steps to the fridge. He's making sure he's well prepared.
When I went to pick up the kids yesterday there were some differences between them. I stopped by Kellan's room first so they could get him in his car seat while I went to get Camden. Kellan was in the middle of the floor playing with another little kid. They were kind of swatting (socializing) at each other. All was well with Cowbell, so I went to Camden's room. There were only 4 kids left, including Camden. 3 kids were sitting in a circle with the teacher playing some game and singing. 1 kid was running full speed at the cement wall, stopping right before he got there, and then throwing the flaming bright pink flamingo he was carrying at the wall...repeatedly! Guess which kid was mine? Sigh...
Camden is so ready to potty train, I swear! He yelled POO POO! I dropped everything and got the potty. He sat on it and pooped, but he did still have his diaper on. I still count this as a victory.
I then took his diaper off and while he was reading his book on the pot his face turned bright red and he grunted, but alas... no poo poo.
I called school yesterday and the Director said she had gone into Kellan's room and right when she walked in, Kellan lifted his arm and waved at her. She said she laughed all day about that. He sure knows who to kiss up to. I haven't seen a child care discount yet, but I'm sure it's coming.
Daddy taught Camden a helpful tip the other day. When Camden wakes up it's still dark in the house. When we take him to the fridge to get his sippy cup the bright light from the fridge causes him to dramatically turn his head and bury his face in our shoulder. So Dad taught him how to cover his eyes! The funny part about this is that Camden starts covering his eyes as soon as we leave his bedroom. Even though there's still about 50 steps to the fridge. He's making sure he's well prepared.
When I went to pick up the kids yesterday there were some differences between them. I stopped by Kellan's room first so they could get him in his car seat while I went to get Camden. Kellan was in the middle of the floor playing with another little kid. They were kind of swatting (socializing) at each other. All was well with Cowbell, so I went to Camden's room. There were only 4 kids left, including Camden. 3 kids were sitting in a circle with the teacher playing some game and singing. 1 kid was running full speed at the cement wall, stopping right before he got there, and then throwing the flaming bright pink flamingo he was carrying at the wall...repeatedly! Guess which kid was mine? Sigh...
Camden is so ready to potty train, I swear! He yelled POO POO! I dropped everything and got the potty. He sat on it and pooped, but he did still have his diaper on. I still count this as a victory.
I then took his diaper off and while he was reading his book on the pot his face turned bright red and he grunted, but alas... no poo poo.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
October 11th, 2011
Happy 2nd Birthday Camden James Tilley! Oh yea... and Happy Anniversary, Nick. :)
The other day, Camden was helping Nana do laundry. He helped load the clothes from the washer to the dryer. He then pushed the clean clothes basket to Nana's room to fold. He wouldn't let her carry the basket. Then they put another load in the wash and Camden shut the washer door on Nana's head.
While Camden was home last week with Nana, he was standing by the TV. He let out a huge toot and then backed up so Nana could smell to see if it was just a toot or something more. He couldn't walk toward Nana and then turn around, he had to back into her.
On the day of Camden's birthday party, Nana was giving him a bath. I was out in the living room eating the snacks before the guests arrived. As Camden was getting out of the tub he asked "Mom, work?" I have never felt so guilty in my life.
Sunday morning, we brought Camden in our room when he woke up. At about 6:30 he started to get antsy to get up and play. Nick and I were not ready to get up. So Nick put Camden on the floor and said go find Nana.Camden walked all the way across the house to Nana's room and started knocking on her door and saying Nana wake up. Nana was cracking up and lucky for us, got up to play with him!
I took the boys to Walgreens by myself after work yesterday to pick up a prescription. It was chaotic. Kellan was crying and would only stop if I made funny faces at him. Camden refused to put his shoes on, so I had to try to keep him sitting in the grocery cart. This was no small feat. As I was talking to the pharmacist trying to learn the proper instructions on how to medicate my child, Camden was screaming "AIRPLANE!" at the top of his lungs. He had pulled my Southwest credit card out of my purse and obviously he was thrilled with the fact there was an airplane on it. I looked at the pharmacist and said, is it just me or does it seem like I have 50 kids with me. She gave me a sympathetic smile as I looked down and saw that Camden had pulled my Xanax prescription out of my purse and was shaking it like a rattle.
I tried to hightail it out of there, but you can only go so fast pushing and steering a cart with one hand, making funny faces, and restraining a shoeless boy with the other hand. It was the slowest getaway ever...
Camden got a birthday card that had stickers in it yesterday. I handed him the stickers and he immediately began to peel them off the paper and stick them to his face. I have no idea where this came from. It was time to eat dinner so I tried to peel the (75) stickers off his face. He screamed! All throughout the night I would try to take the stickers off, but that would have been the beginning of World War 3. Finally, once he was snoring in his bed, I peeled the stickers off one by one. Lesson learned.
The other day, Camden was helping Nana do laundry. He helped load the clothes from the washer to the dryer. He then pushed the clean clothes basket to Nana's room to fold. He wouldn't let her carry the basket. Then they put another load in the wash and Camden shut the washer door on Nana's head.
While Camden was home last week with Nana, he was standing by the TV. He let out a huge toot and then backed up so Nana could smell to see if it was just a toot or something more. He couldn't walk toward Nana and then turn around, he had to back into her.
On the day of Camden's birthday party, Nana was giving him a bath. I was out in the living room eating the snacks before the guests arrived. As Camden was getting out of the tub he asked "Mom, work?" I have never felt so guilty in my life.
Sunday morning, we brought Camden in our room when he woke up. At about 6:30 he started to get antsy to get up and play. Nick and I were not ready to get up. So Nick put Camden on the floor and said go find Nana.Camden walked all the way across the house to Nana's room and started knocking on her door and saying Nana wake up. Nana was cracking up and lucky for us, got up to play with him!
I took the boys to Walgreens by myself after work yesterday to pick up a prescription. It was chaotic. Kellan was crying and would only stop if I made funny faces at him. Camden refused to put his shoes on, so I had to try to keep him sitting in the grocery cart. This was no small feat. As I was talking to the pharmacist trying to learn the proper instructions on how to medicate my child, Camden was screaming "AIRPLANE!" at the top of his lungs. He had pulled my Southwest credit card out of my purse and obviously he was thrilled with the fact there was an airplane on it. I looked at the pharmacist and said, is it just me or does it seem like I have 50 kids with me. She gave me a sympathetic smile as I looked down and saw that Camden had pulled my Xanax prescription out of my purse and was shaking it like a rattle.
I tried to hightail it out of there, but you can only go so fast pushing and steering a cart with one hand, making funny faces, and restraining a shoeless boy with the other hand. It was the slowest getaway ever...
Camden got a birthday card that had stickers in it yesterday. I handed him the stickers and he immediately began to peel them off the paper and stick them to his face. I have no idea where this came from. It was time to eat dinner so I tried to peel the (75) stickers off his face. He screamed! All throughout the night I would try to take the stickers off, but that would have been the beginning of World War 3. Finally, once he was snoring in his bed, I peeled the stickers off one by one. Lesson learned.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
October 6th, 2011
This morning as I was getting ready I could only make out mumblings of Camden and Nana talking. Then all of the sudden I heard Camden scream "THANK TOU!" at the top of his lungs. My mother's heart was warm with pride. I had a little smile on my face as I continued to get ready. Then I heard the biggest crash ever! My first reaction was to run out there and make sure everyone was still alive. My 2nd and final reaction was to play 'possum. I quietly slipped into the closet to make sure I would not have to know about or clean up whatever had just happened out in the living room. Whatever I did worked. When I emerged from my dressing quarters looking professional and eager for a hard days work, all I found in the living room was my youngest son dressed and ready for school. All the bottles made and the diaper bag packed. My oldest son sitting sweetly in his high chair and breakfast waiting for me. This was all courtesy of Nana of course. I still don't know what the crash was, but everything and everybody seems to be in tact. So eh!
As I was leaving for work Camden came barreling to the back door. It was so hard to have to say bye and shut the door on him so I could go to work. My heart was aching and I felt so guilty. As I was loading 30 pounder, I mean Kellan, into the truck, I could hear the back door handle jiggling. I almost got in the car and continued on my way, then I thought I better go lock that back door and make sure Camden's ok. I braced myself for another tearful goodbye from my sweet eldest. child, but in the 15 seconds it had taken me to get Kellan in the truck and come back to the house, Camden had forgotten all about his mother. I opened the back door carefully and he was so engrossed in a game of Camden against the wall soccer that he didn't even notice me. Or if he did, he chose to act like I didn't exist. To make myself feel better, I looked in on Kellan before I got in the drivers seat. He did his usual, search my face and rack his brain on how he knew me again. "This girl looks familiar, but I can't quite put my finger on... Oh Yea! (BIG GRIN) Momma!" Kellan will not just smile at anyone. He is very particular.
We can't wait for Camden's birthday party on Saturday! Can't believe my monkey puppy is two!
As I was leaving for work Camden came barreling to the back door. It was so hard to have to say bye and shut the door on him so I could go to work. My heart was aching and I felt so guilty. As I was loading 30 pounder, I mean Kellan, into the truck, I could hear the back door handle jiggling. I almost got in the car and continued on my way, then I thought I better go lock that back door and make sure Camden's ok. I braced myself for another tearful goodbye from my sweet eldest. child, but in the 15 seconds it had taken me to get Kellan in the truck and come back to the house, Camden had forgotten all about his mother. I opened the back door carefully and he was so engrossed in a game of Camden against the wall soccer that he didn't even notice me. Or if he did, he chose to act like I didn't exist. To make myself feel better, I looked in on Kellan before I got in the drivers seat. He did his usual, search my face and rack his brain on how he knew me again. "This girl looks familiar, but I can't quite put my finger on... Oh Yea! (BIG GRIN) Momma!" Kellan will not just smile at anyone. He is very particular.
We can't wait for Camden's birthday party on Saturday! Can't believe my monkey puppy is two!
Monday, October 3, 2011
October 3rd, 2011
So over the weekend, Camden went to the Tupperware cupboard, got out his orange Cheerio's bowl and went to the pantry. I, of course, jumped up and got him some Cheerio's. (If he'll eat, I want him to eat). He did his little saunter out of the kitchen to the back of the couch. He then shook his orange bowl so Cheerio's flew everywhere. I just looked at him with disbelief. I said, you pick all these up right now young man. So Camden got down on his hands and knees and ate every single Cheerio right off the ground. I can't even comprehend what went through his mind to make him do that. He did follow my instructions to pick up the mess though. Who needs a dog when you have a Camden?
Saturday, October 1, 2011
October 1st, 2011
Yay! It's October!
Nana and I went and saw Harry Potter today. The movie was good and leaving Dad home with the boys was nice. :)
Camden was a little "needy" all day today. Right before I checked myself into the hospital to have a nervous breakdown, Nana took Camden to play outside. In the 95 degree heat. But, that's what Nana's are for.
Cowbell is going to be crawling any day. He is doing pushups like crazy, and slightly army crawling. He doesn't seem any closer to sitting by himself, but he sure can pose holding his cute (big) head up!
Camden thought it was hilarious to try to knock the wind out of me today. I was laying on the floor playing with him and that became a game. He sobbed when I made him stop. "Terrible Two's" Of course he's advanced in that area.
I am determined to potty train Camden without saying I'm trying to potty train him. Every time I ask him if he wants to sit on the potty he yells "No!" and shakes his head.
I saw him standing in the corner clearly pooping today, I ran over and said Camden do you want to poop in the potty. I took his diaper off and set (slammed) him on his little potty. The results? He stopped pooping stuck his finger on his butt cheek, rubbed poop all over himself and the potty, and got not a single speck of poop in the toilet.
I'd call that a win? Right?... Hello?..
Nana and I went and saw Harry Potter today. The movie was good and leaving Dad home with the boys was nice. :)
Camden was a little "needy" all day today. Right before I checked myself into the hospital to have a nervous breakdown, Nana took Camden to play outside. In the 95 degree heat. But, that's what Nana's are for.
Cowbell is going to be crawling any day. He is doing pushups like crazy, and slightly army crawling. He doesn't seem any closer to sitting by himself, but he sure can pose holding his cute (big) head up!
Camden thought it was hilarious to try to knock the wind out of me today. I was laying on the floor playing with him and that became a game. He sobbed when I made him stop. "Terrible Two's" Of course he's advanced in that area.
I am determined to potty train Camden without saying I'm trying to potty train him. Every time I ask him if he wants to sit on the potty he yells "No!" and shakes his head.
I saw him standing in the corner clearly pooping today, I ran over and said Camden do you want to poop in the potty. I took his diaper off and set (slammed) him on his little potty. The results? He stopped pooping stuck his finger on his butt cheek, rubbed poop all over himself and the potty, and got not a single speck of poop in the toilet.
I'd call that a win? Right?... Hello?..
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