Fess Up Friday

I am a very lazy cook on weekends. More often than not, we have leftovers from the week on weekends and meal preparation requires just pushing a button on the microwave. This past weekend, I was even more lazy than normal. Saturday we went out to breakfast AND lunch (part of it was celebratory, as Alan got a bonus at work). Since we were pretty full from going out to eat twice, dinner was whatever we could scrounge together from the fridge. Sunday morning I did make a breakfast of scrambled eggs and muffins. For lunch on Sunday, Landon ate the rest of his muffin and an orange. And for dinner, he had a taco (tortilla with melted butter and cinnamon-sugar) and another orange. See what I mean by "lazy?"

At 39 weeks pregnant, I've found that I've been quite crabby lately. So parenting a 3 year old can be especially difficult when he talks back or is disobedient. I've thought more than once this week, "I can't wait to go to the hospital because it will be a nice break from Landon." Not "I can't wait to go to the hospital to give birth to our second son," but to use the hospital as respite from my current son. Crazy pregnancy hormones.

Fess Up Friday

This is what happens when you're 38 weeks pregnant and opt to take a nap rather than unload the dishwasher, reload it, and rinse out the cans for recycling.

Reincarnation

If I believed in reincarnation (which I don't),

I'm pretty sure Landon would have been a fish in a previous life.

We went to Wisconsin Dells earlier this week and Landon was totally in his element.

With 4 different waterparks to play at, all we needed to do was say "waterpark"

and Landon would strip down to his diaper and have his swimsuit on.

He was fearless, too. He braved the wave pool with Daddy, as well as whatever big waterslides they would let him on.

This was certainly the smallest slide he went on, but the most convenient because he would slide down and quickly go back up the stairs to do it again. I kid you not, he must have went down this one at least 100 times. The boy does not know his limits...

...unlike his cousins, who knew their limits and would take breaks from the water. But, I suppose if one truly was a fish, taking "breaks" from the water would be perilous to one's health.

Fess Up Friday

This week, we (and by "we," I mean Alan) unintentionally created an indoor park for Landon. "Now what's so bad about that?," you're probably wondering. Well, let me explain. Alan came home from work the other day to find Landon driving his toy cars with Iowa Grandma. They had created a ramp out of our fold-up TV trays, but Alan, being an engineer and lover of fast cars, figured that wasn't good enough. So he went to the garage and came back in with a slew of cardboard. He then proceeded to construct a ramp going down our basement (carpeted and somewhat steep) stairs for Landon to race the cars down. It didn't take long for the ramp to become a slide for our very adventurous three year old to slide down (oh yeah, Grandma even took a turn!). It even got to the point where Landon took another piece of cardboard and sat on that before going down the cardboard slide (like a toboggan) to get more speed. Slightly dangerous? Yes, but, oh so fun.

True Minnesotan

Only a true Minnesotan would insist on riding his tricycle in 20 degree weather.

Banking Kisses

Lately at bedtime, Landon asks Alan and I how many kisses each of us wants and how many hugs. We'll each throw out our desired number of kisses and hugs and Landon may or may not counter-offer with his own number. Sometimes, I'll request 7 kisses and 4 hugs or 5 hugs and 9 kisses or another random combination. Somedays, Landon forgoes my request and requests 20 kisses. We count together as we exchange kisses and hugs and then it's Daddy's turn for this "game". I'm loving this ritual now because, sadly, the day will come when Landon will announce he's "too old" for a bedtime kiss or hug and, as a result, I'm banking kisses.

On a side note: Yes, I know it's Friday. Yes, I know I'm 2 weeks overdue for a Fess Up Friday post. But, I have other stuff that I want to blog (and no other time to do it) so Fess Up Friday has been kind of put to the back burner, for now. Sorry!

Fess Up Friday - Family Version

Here's a first. A Fess Up Friday post that incorporates confessions from every member of our family. And it all centers around one unfortunate incident that happened on Wednesday.

Kimberly - After grocery shopping on Wednesday, I carried in the first batch of groceries, as well as my purse and keys (stupidly). I left the door open while I went to get the last bag of groceries.

Landon - Mommy asked for my help carrying in the toilet paper and I wasn't willing to help. Mommy said I couldn't play outside if I didn't help so I proceeded to throw a tantrum. So, while I was outside crying and Mommy went to get the last batch of groceries, I took the opportunity to go inside and locked both locks of the back door. Despite Mommy knocking, then banging on the door, and yelling for me to let her in, I did not unlock the door.

Kimberly - I honestly thought Landon was going to let me in, so I hesitated going over to my neighbor's house to get our spare key. After 15 minutes of being outside, I swallowed my pride and made my way next door, to find that they weren't home. At this point, I was swearing and praying and panicking all at once.

Landon - I did eventually let Bentley out of my room, where we keep her when we go out. Despite Bentley's whines and cries at the back door, I didn't let Bentley outside, because I knew if I let her out that would give Mommy the chance to come back in and I wasn't willing to let that happen because Mommy made it very clear there would be consequences.

Alan - Kimberly called me at work using some random guy's cell phone who was walking down our street that she flagged down. "I need you to come home right now," she explained. "Okay," I replied, "What's wrong?" "Landon locked me out of the house. I'm using this man's cell phone to call you. Come home!," was her frantic response. I laughed and said, "I'll be right there." "This is NOT funny," she said before hanging up the phone.

When I pulled up to the house an eternity later (or that's what it seemed like to Kimberly who had already been outside for at least 25 minutes before calling me and my office is at least 20 minutes away), I smiled and stifled a laugh at my wife who was not very happy standing on the back step. "This is NOT funny," she reiterated. To which I replied, "It kind of is," before getting an icy look and cold shoulder from Kimberly.

Kimberly - After Alan let me in and he disciplined Landon (because I was too angry to), Landon came up to me and said, "I'm sorry." I looked at him and so-not-biblically told him, "I can't forgive you right now. I'm just too angry."

Landon - Later, after rest time and being forgiven by Mommy, we did go outside to play. I decided to climb over the snow bank to peek in the kitchen window, just as Mommy had done earlier in the day. "Let me in. Open the door right now," I shouted at the window, imitating how funny Mommy looked and sounded when she had done the same thing just hours earlier.

And that concludes our first ever family confessional on Fess Up Friday. See you next week!