Keep It Simple Silly...Toddler organization

So my son has always been the type to like a tidy room, tidy house...all that jazz. All I have to say to my little man of barely three is, "uh oh, our house is not happy. Let's clean up." and he is throwing toys in his toybox and shoving books into his bookshelf faster than Lightning McQueen can say "KaCHOW."

My daughter on the other hand is a little bit of a tornado. She moves stealthily and quickly...and rips apart a closet, a bedroom, the living room, her room in a matter of seconds.

So for her, I tried something different. Something very simple and very effective. She is keeping her room more organized, when I tell her to clean up, she AND her brother both utilize my little organization system. And here it is.

One big box for pretty much all her toys

One bucket for all her dollhouse dolls and ponies

And one bucket for all her kitchen supplies and fake food.

I know it doesn't seem like much, but it has really help keep things a little less crazy in her room. :)

Nothing like

a two year old who just stops walking.
ya.
just stops. won't let you put him on his feet...crawling around the house and afraid to stand.
first you think..."knock it off and walk."
then "okay already...what is going on?"
then "should I take him to the doc?"
then "naaa...it will get better on its own"
then "what time can I get him an appt?"
then "arthritis?? infection?? worse case leukemia?"
then "you want me to hold him down how?"
then "when are the test results coming back?"
then "why isn't he walking??"
then "phew" because he placed both feet firmly on the ground and began walking.

really makes you appreciate good health when you are going from doc to lab to specialist in just a few days. and all because...from what we gather from the mancub...he stuck his leg into the spaces between the bars in his crib and got it stuck.and pulled it out.hard.

Toolbox

For my boy's birthday last year...my dad made the big boy a toybox...shaped like an oldfashioned toolbox. too cute.

and since then, my little bug calls it his toolbox.

and on friday he decided to take every last toy out of it. with the help of sissy of course. note the deer in headlights look upon her face.

MeeMee, Ya, that's Meeeee

Yes, Mee Mee. And that would be ME, ME *waving and jumping*.
My Itty baby girl calls me MeeMee instead of Mommy, and I kind of love it. I especially love it because she has been calling me Mommy and Momma for quite some time and my son didn't say that til he was like 18 months old. But MeeMee. That just melts me heart. (said with a pirate voice)

Ya.

That's the other one. She answers everything with YA now. OH MY GOODNESS. so cute.
"Sissy, do you want to eat?" "Ya."
"Did you make poopoo?" "Ya."
"Do you love your Bubba?" "Ya."

I can't stand it...it's so cute.
No walking yet...but she sure does know how to get around, that one.


Lastly, we totally believe in teaching the babes the correct names for their "private parts" in fact, we don't use the words private parts either. So sonny boy was leaving off the VA part of the female anatomy off when he would say it, but I would just say, No, it's VA-gina...
anyhoooos. He started putting VA infront of everthing...like, VaPenis. Va-yotion (va lotion). Vamac&cheese..ya.
sooo
We went on a walk the other night. I was pulling the kids in their wagon. we start to pass a house where someone is weeding their garden. guess who decides it's time to say the word correctly? That's right. That would be little man...
i was mortified, and rightly so. i really hate the word...and quickly changed the subject to dogs. followed closely by a chorus of little bitty voices "woofing" in the wagon.

I Just Loooooove What You Have Done With the Place...

While he was supposed to be sleeping all snug in his bed, with visions of monster trucks driving wrecklessly in his head...

It got awefully quiet and we thought he was sleeping, sure he complained...and then he did a little more singing...but we really thought he was happily making mimi's...

About a couple hours he started making noise again. My husband went into his room to get him up and get a fresh diaper on him. He walks in to find that Captian Destructo had visited our boy's room during Saturday's naptime. Daddy is slightly hurt because, ya know, this was the room we spent dreaming in and planning and working on before little man arrived two years ago. He asks his little boy, "Did you do that?" and monkey answers, "I pull it. I pull it haaaaarrrrrd." How do you keep a smile off your face with an answer like that?

Thank goodness one roll of border was not enough to do the whole room originally, we almost have an entire roll left over...Just not something we really really wanted to re-DO.