My Boys
Friday, January 27, 2012
Thursday, January 26, 2012
January 26th, 2012
Camden's new thing is saying "Yummy Yummy" to every food he sees. He still doesn't eat of course, but apparently it looks "Yummy Yummy" to him...
I handed Camden a puzzle piece with a "W" on it and asked him what letter it was. He replied "green". He's a genius.
We were at the doctor's office waiting and it was taking forever. Camden looked at me and asked Doctor, sleeping? Ha!
Here are the animal's stats. Camden James Tilley 19.6 lbs 31 inches. Kellan Hix Tilley 16.3 lbs 27 inches 18.4 head. :)
Grammy and I were at WalMart with Camden. He spotted a balloon that had floated away and was waaaay up in the rafters. He looked at Grammy to get it for him. Grammy smiled and said- I can't get that, Camden, it's way too high! Camden looked right back at Grammy with a serious face and said "Reemee, jump!"
Poor Cowbell's on an antibiotic right now. Can't seem to get over this congestion. The little cow is miserable. :(
So, Camden's been growling lately when he's upset. Until now, I had no idea where this had come from. Then, while on the phone with Grammy, she growled. I was like, what was that?! She responded that she growled because she got stuck at a yellow light. The light bulb went off in our heads as to how Camden picked this up...
Last night, Camden kept opening a drawer in the bathroom and putting his cars in it. I asked him repeatedly not to do that. When he did it again, I opened the drawer and took his car and put it out of his reach. I fully expected a full blown temper tantrum at this point, but instead, clear as a bell, he said Momma, you're being mean. I imploded.
I handed Camden a puzzle piece with a "W" on it and asked him what letter it was. He replied "green". He's a genius.
We were at the doctor's office waiting and it was taking forever. Camden looked at me and asked Doctor, sleeping? Ha!
Here are the animal's stats. Camden James Tilley 19.6 lbs 31 inches. Kellan Hix Tilley 16.3 lbs 27 inches 18.4 head. :)
Grammy and I were at WalMart with Camden. He spotted a balloon that had floated away and was waaaay up in the rafters. He looked at Grammy to get it for him. Grammy smiled and said- I can't get that, Camden, it's way too high! Camden looked right back at Grammy with a serious face and said "Reemee, jump!"
Poor Cowbell's on an antibiotic right now. Can't seem to get over this congestion. The little cow is miserable. :(
So, Camden's been growling lately when he's upset. Until now, I had no idea where this had come from. Then, while on the phone with Grammy, she growled. I was like, what was that?! She responded that she growled because she got stuck at a yellow light. The light bulb went off in our heads as to how Camden picked this up...
Last night, Camden kept opening a drawer in the bathroom and putting his cars in it. I asked him repeatedly not to do that. When he did it again, I opened the drawer and took his car and put it out of his reach. I fully expected a full blown temper tantrum at this point, but instead, clear as a bell, he said Momma, you're being mean. I imploded.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
January 5th, 2012
I was working out in the living room this morning and Camden was absolutely cracking up as he watched me. I don't blame him. I can only imagine what I looked like. Well... there goes my fitness instructor career.
Granfy loves singing his made up song to Camden. The minute he begins singing, Camden points at Granfy and yells "NO!". Granfy, of course, finds this absolutely hilarious. So whenever Camden misbehaves, I blame it on Granfy. It can't be our parenting.
Camden asked me to get his puzzle down the other day. He sat on the floor as I was bringing it to him. I had almost set it in front of him when he accidentally knocked over his sippy cup. I stopped and said "Camden, first pick up your sippy cup". Camden surprised me by doing what I said right away. I happily set the puzzle down in front of Camden. Once the puzzle was within his reach, he purposefully knocked over his sippy cup and looked at me. That little...
Last night Camden had Lucky Charms dipped in Spaghettios for dinner.
So school supposedly does not play favorites. Let me know what you think after reading this. Camden has a truck at school that he's particularly fond of. The teachers save this truck for him, by putting it high up on a shelf and presenting it to him when he walks in the door. If they don't give it to him right away, he walks right into the room and does a quick survey to make sure no one is playing with his truck. The kids also know this is "Camden's" truck. A boy happened to be playing with the truck and a little girl named MacKenzie ran up to the teacher pointing and shouting "Camden's truck! Camden's truck!" I blame both school and Granfy for any behavioral problems Camden may have...
Poor Camden had a rough night the other night. I think he's getting a molar, because he was holding both sides of his cheeks saying "Howie!" I finally took him out on the couch to sleep with me. He would be fine with me sharing his pillow and then it would make him mad. I spent most of the night flipping from one side of the couch to the other. When he was ready for me to have my head on his pillow again he would tap me, point at the pillow and say "Wite Dere!" Which meant he wanted my head "right there."
I know there aren't too many Kellan stories. That's because he's a perfect little angel in every way. (I wonder if that statement will ever come back to bite me in the butt...?)
Granfy loves singing his made up song to Camden. The minute he begins singing, Camden points at Granfy and yells "NO!". Granfy, of course, finds this absolutely hilarious. So whenever Camden misbehaves, I blame it on Granfy. It can't be our parenting.
Camden asked me to get his puzzle down the other day. He sat on the floor as I was bringing it to him. I had almost set it in front of him when he accidentally knocked over his sippy cup. I stopped and said "Camden, first pick up your sippy cup". Camden surprised me by doing what I said right away. I happily set the puzzle down in front of Camden. Once the puzzle was within his reach, he purposefully knocked over his sippy cup and looked at me. That little...
Last night Camden had Lucky Charms dipped in Spaghettios for dinner.
So school supposedly does not play favorites. Let me know what you think after reading this. Camden has a truck at school that he's particularly fond of. The teachers save this truck for him, by putting it high up on a shelf and presenting it to him when he walks in the door. If they don't give it to him right away, he walks right into the room and does a quick survey to make sure no one is playing with his truck. The kids also know this is "Camden's" truck. A boy happened to be playing with the truck and a little girl named MacKenzie ran up to the teacher pointing and shouting "Camden's truck! Camden's truck!" I blame both school and Granfy for any behavioral problems Camden may have...
Poor Camden had a rough night the other night. I think he's getting a molar, because he was holding both sides of his cheeks saying "Howie!" I finally took him out on the couch to sleep with me. He would be fine with me sharing his pillow and then it would make him mad. I spent most of the night flipping from one side of the couch to the other. When he was ready for me to have my head on his pillow again he would tap me, point at the pillow and say "Wite Dere!" Which meant he wanted my head "right there."
I know there aren't too many Kellan stories. That's because he's a perfect little angel in every way. (I wonder if that statement will ever come back to bite me in the butt...?)
Monday, January 2, 2012
January 2nd, 2012
Happy New Year! May God bless us all in 2012 and beyond!
Kellan was in his swing when Camden picked up the Lions Mickey Mouse and said "ready?" and threw it up in the air. Kellan thought this was the absolute funniest thing in the history of histories. That's all the encouragement Camden needed. This game went on for a while. I thought I would sit at the dining room table and check some emails while they were occupied. I could hear their every move (who couldn't) so I went to work. Then, of course, Camden thought it would be funny to get a little closer to landing the Mickey on Kellan's head when he threw it. After one particularly close call, I got up and started walking over toward them. Camden came at me and yelled "NO! MOMMA CHAIR SIT NOW!" and proceeded to push me back to the dining room chair. I was so amazed at his ability to put so many words together at once (yes, it's a sentence to me) that I just went and sat back down. Camden and Kellan continued their comedy act, and I lost a little bit of parental credibility...
Over the weekend I had just walked in the door when Nick had to leave. We were tag team parenting. After I set my stuff down, Camden insisted I follow him to his bedroom. As I came around the corner, I realized the bedroom doors were shut. I said, "Camden, I'm thinking Daddy has these doors closed for a reason..." but that didn't stop the determination of this 2 year old. We kept walking and as we got to the bedroom doors Camden grunted for me to open them. I was curious to see where this was going, so I did. After entering the room I realized the closet doors were shut as well. Feeling I could be redundant with Camden instead of mustering up the energy to make a new sentence I once again said "Camden, I'm thinking Daddy has these doors closed for a reason..." And Camden, who felt no need to be creative with me, grunted for me to open these doors as well.
I did and looked at Camden. He took a big step back, smiled and pointed waaaay up high to the top shelf of the closet. Then he looked and me with his smile and said "ball!" I knew that Nick had put the bat and ball up there for a reason. I didn't want to even think about what I knew had happened. Camden was probably hitting his younger/bigger brother with the bat. So I made a feeble attempt to reach the ball and said "I'm sorry, Camden. The ball is too high up. I can't reach it." He looked at me and said "Jump!". I fell over...
Kellan was in his swing when Camden picked up the Lions Mickey Mouse and said "ready?" and threw it up in the air. Kellan thought this was the absolute funniest thing in the history of histories. That's all the encouragement Camden needed. This game went on for a while. I thought I would sit at the dining room table and check some emails while they were occupied. I could hear their every move (who couldn't) so I went to work. Then, of course, Camden thought it would be funny to get a little closer to landing the Mickey on Kellan's head when he threw it. After one particularly close call, I got up and started walking over toward them. Camden came at me and yelled "NO! MOMMA CHAIR SIT NOW!" and proceeded to push me back to the dining room chair. I was so amazed at his ability to put so many words together at once (yes, it's a sentence to me) that I just went and sat back down. Camden and Kellan continued their comedy act, and I lost a little bit of parental credibility...
Over the weekend I had just walked in the door when Nick had to leave. We were tag team parenting. After I set my stuff down, Camden insisted I follow him to his bedroom. As I came around the corner, I realized the bedroom doors were shut. I said, "Camden, I'm thinking Daddy has these doors closed for a reason..." but that didn't stop the determination of this 2 year old. We kept walking and as we got to the bedroom doors Camden grunted for me to open them. I was curious to see where this was going, so I did. After entering the room I realized the closet doors were shut as well. Feeling I could be redundant with Camden instead of mustering up the energy to make a new sentence I once again said "Camden, I'm thinking Daddy has these doors closed for a reason..." And Camden, who felt no need to be creative with me, grunted for me to open these doors as well.
I did and looked at Camden. He took a big step back, smiled and pointed waaaay up high to the top shelf of the closet. Then he looked and me with his smile and said "ball!" I knew that Nick had put the bat and ball up there for a reason. I didn't want to even think about what I knew had happened. Camden was probably hitting his younger/bigger brother with the bat. So I made a feeble attempt to reach the ball and said "I'm sorry, Camden. The ball is too high up. I can't reach it." He looked at me and said "Jump!". I fell over...
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