Little Cars, Funny Hats, and Men Wearing Lipstick?

April 6, 2012 – 9:02 am by Wesley

Dylan went to the doctor earlier this week because his knees point inward when he is standing straight, the medical term is Valgus of knee (knock kneed) as opposed to Varus of the knee (bow leggedness).  Our regular doctor referred to a specialist who took some xrays and then referred us to Shriners.  Apparently this condition is common in kids until about 4 years of age, by which time the legs should straighten out on their own as they grow, however some cases can be more severe, which I assume his is based on the continued referrals to more specialized doctors.  There are basically 4 options, which will be chosen we dont know yet.  We’ll have to wait the 6 weeks or so to see when our appointment is with Shriners.  It could turn out that they dont want to do anything quite yet and just see if he grows out of it, probably unlikely.  Two of the options are pretty similar just differ in the amount of time and work mom and dad will have to put up with casting or bracing.  Casting seems like it’d be more work since he wouldnt be able to walk and I know he would hate it, but the timeframe would be significantly less than bracing.  Bracing he would be able to walk and therefore be a bit more self reliant and able to mobilize himself, but the time period would be more taxing.  The fourth option, and also I think unlikely would be surgery.  At this point it doesnt seem like he’s grown to a point where it would be irrevirsible through other means, the specialist we saw seemed to feel the same though he didnt say so outright.  Just a mention that it would be more difficult to correct and be more likely to require surgery if he were 6 or 7 and had stopped growing at the rapid pace that small children do.


Now on to something significantly more light hearted.  Sarah was watching Golden Girls today (hurray for day time programming) when Jaedyn came in the room and asked “why is that man wearing lipstick” in reference to Bea Arthur.  Sarah told her it was a woman, Jaedyn remains unconvinced.

New Car, New Games

March 26, 2012 – 11:32 am by Wesley

Im not sure which came first, the new car or Dylan’s insistence on playing I Spy with everyone.  Jaedyn has been playing it for some time, recently when she’s been going through her beginning shpeel “I spy with my little eye something colored…” he’s been piping in with “MY TURN” while she’s talking.  Instead of trying to talk over him and the volume level in the car rising to intolerable levels she starts over anytime he says my turn, which is its own kind of annoying.  Everytime she starts he chimes in, every time he chimes in she starts over, and so on and so on to infinite until more level headed personalities (see: Dad) step in and restore order.  In retrospect I wonder how long they would keep going in circles but I dont have the patience to find out.  Regardless that portion is over and Dylan is happily included in the game and gets a turn at spying.  The first time Jaedyn actually let him talk we made him repeat himself about five times just because it was about the cutest thing we ever heard.  “I spy, my widdle eye, something…”  nine times out of ten the color is blue, the other time it’s green.  The next part of this game involves everyone’s guessing what the spyer spied.  With Jaedyn there is a chance at guessing right, though whether she has actually spied something ahead of time or waits until you give an answer she likes remains to be proven and is a subject of intense debate.  There is no guessing what Dylan has spied though.  Invariably whatever answer you give the answer is a succinct “nope”.  Even if you guess the answer he has given you, “nope”.  Here is a transcript:  Dylan – “I spy my widdle eye, something color… blue”  Me – “the sky” him – “nope” me- “the car” him – “nope” me – “your shoes” him – “nope.  Car!”  Me – “the car?”  him- “nope”  I quickly tire of this game, but still enjoy playing it.


As stated above we got a new car this past weekend, equipped with blue tooth.  Jaedyn is enthralled by “talking to the car”  She doesnt quite grasp yet that it is tied to the phone and can’t really be conversed with in the conventional sense.  I suppose you could just talk to it, but it just wouldn’t understand.  Anyhow, anytime we get in the car she wants it to talk, we tried to make a phone call the other day and I was letting her confirm the call.  She speaks very quietly though so her voice wasnt being picked up by the microphone anytime she was confirming.  The only time her order was followed through was when she said “cancel”, of course the whole process had to be started over.


Thats all for now.

Introduction to mischief

March 20, 2012 – 9:41 am by Wesley

Im not quite sure how to start this out, so I guess I’ll just start… Im Wesley, Aaron’s little brother and I have 2 kids of my own, a girl of 3 and a boy of 2.  I love them more than words could possibly express and I wish I had started blogging my experiences with them earlier than today so I could have something to look back on and remember all the stages of growing they went through.  I reread some of Aaron’s old posts and they even jogged my memory of little Liam, a nice bit of nostalgia that up ’til now I’ve missed out on, but no longer!


Its very interesting to me noting the differences between my kids, some are minor differences, some are less minor.  For example Jaedyn was never a super curious child, she got into some cabinets sometimes and pulled out tupperware or pots and pans, thankfully she never banged them together and made that ungodly racket she mostly just carried them from place to place for mom and dad to pick up later.  She never got into things on counters or was much interested in going through drawers.  Dylan on the other hand is into EVERYTHING.  Things I put up on the counter and assume are safely out of reach are usually not so.  He’s quite an ingenuitive kid when there is something he wants to get at.  He throws things off of our balcony, usually toys but really whatever he can get his paws on.  This particular trait showed itself this morning in a rather alarming fashion.  He received a bath toy yesterday encased in plastic.  You know the type of plastic I mean, the thick stuff that is all but impossible to open without a chain saw and several friends on standby in case you seriously injure yourself.  Dylan, perhaps sensing the formidability of his opponent brought his potty from the bathroom which doubles as a stool, climbed and retrieved a pair of scissors in hopes of extricating elmo from his plastic prison.  Jaedyn discovered him attempting to help the prisoner escape and, quickly and correctly deducing that this was an opportunity to tell on her brother, ran and told her mom.  Im not really sure how to curb these tendencies at chaos, perhaps some sort of electric fence type set up around all the restricted areas.


December 20, 2004 – 11:57 am by Aaron

Jen and I just got back from Hawaii. We had a blast! Jen ran in the Honolulu Marathon. She ran to raise money for the American Stroke Assosiation. She ran the marathon in 6 hours, 35 minutes. Quite an accomplishment! Congratulations Jen!

Uh Oh Sloppy Joe

August 23, 2004 – 2:50 pm by Aaron

Liam is becoming more and more verbal and it’s so much fun to be a part of. It seems like every day he’s spouting off with more and more words in his repertoire. Just last night I told him to tell momma “more juice please” and he ran into the kitchen “Momma, more juice please.” Of course, when he said it it was more like “Momma, mow juss peese” and even that really doesn’t do justice to how cute he sounds when he talks.

My favorite thing that he says is “sloppy joe” because it sounds like “soppa doe” and it just cracks me up every time. This morning Jen drove me to the train station and in the car I was trying to get him to say “uh oh, sloppy joe” but he had seen a school bus and all he could say was “big bus” “big bus” and he said it a good dozen or so times. Then, a few minutes later as we were turing into the train station out pops “uh oh soppa doe” for no apparent reason. I thought it was hysterical. I think maybe Jen is tired of hearing “soppa doe.”

He’s at that stage where we won’t think he’s listening and the next thing we hear is him repeating something we just said. It’s so much fun to see him growing and learning and trying new words. I was putting some clothes away the other night and he pointed to a hanger that was lying on the bed and he chattered something, so I said “that’s a hanger.” He tried to say it but it came out “hobber” or “hodder”. I kept saying “hanger” and he would repeat “hodder.” Finally I got down on his level and over enunciated “h a n g e r” stressing the ng and he got it! “Hanger” he said, but with just a little too much stress on the g.

One thing we try to do is, instead of telling him no and correcting him when he mispronounces a word, we just repeat the word with the correct pronunciation. Usually he will keep trying until he gets it right.


June 15, 2004 – 11:20 am by Aaron

No, the house did not burn down. Liam did not get hold of a box of matches. What Liam did do was say “Fire.” Pretty exciting, eh. It’s not his first word, not by far. He’s actually at a stage where he repeats words that he hears all the time. (I’ve been trying to get his mom to clean up her language) The exciting thing is that he said “fire” very clearly and concisely. I was telling Jen a story about a fire I had seen along side a road not far from our house. As I was telling her about the fire, Liam suddenly popped out with “fire.” It was so clear and perfect, no rounding of the ‘r’ at all. We looked at each other, Jen and I, and just started laughing. That of course spurred Liam on to say “fire” several more times. So we took him to the nursery at church saying “fire, fire.” Luckily he did not cause a panic and get us into trouble. Since then he has not been quite so eager to show off his enunciation, which is good from a public safety point of view but discouraging for a proud parent.

The Routine

March 4, 2004 – 11:56 am by Aaron

It started out simply enough: I love my son and I like to give him kisses (smoochies) when he goes to bed or when I leave him. So at a very early age I could say “Give daddy a smoochie,” and he would turn his head toward me, lips offered up for kissing, no pucker. That’s how it started. Simple.

Along with kisses, however, naturally comes hugs. So it wasn’t very long before “big hugs” was added to the night time ritual. I say “Can I get big hugs?” and he will lay his head on my shoulder for about two seconds, sometimes three if I’m lucky.

At one time Liam liked to hit us. It wasn’t in anger, it seemed to be more of a way to release built up emotion. Most of the time he was happy when he would let loose with a wild smack. So we taught him “nice touches.” When he would hit, we would take his hand and put it to our face, where the smack had just landed, and we’d tell him “nice touches, buddy.” For awhile he would smack, say “no, no” and then do the gentle touch immediately afterward. Now all we have to do is ask for “nice touches” and he will gently stroke our cheek. I somehow incorporated this into the goodnight/goodbye routine.

The most recent addition to our ritual is the ever popular “head-butt.” He, for some strange reason, has always enjoyed bonking his head into mine when we rough house. So a couple of weeks ago we bonked heads, on purpose, and I said, “that’s a head-butt.” Then I bonked him again and said “head-butt.” Then I just said, “head-butt” without bonking him and he bonked me. A tradition was born.

Liam is not and never has been a very cuddly child; he doesn’t sit still long enough to be cuddly, unless he’s not feeling well. And when he’s hurt, he doesn’t much care for coddling or comfort. When we put him to bed, we don’t get to hold him or rock him or anything. The minute you’re in his bedroom and the light goes off, he’s leaning toward his crib saying, “night night.” The routine came about as a way to get him to stay in my arms long enough for me to vent all my daddy lovey dovey feelings onto him. So each night I go through the whole routine, sometimes twice, sometimes until he’s tired of it. “Give daddy smoochies.” “Big hugs.” “Can I have nice touches?” “Give daddy a head-butt.” And he obediently performs each part of the ritual, leaning toward the crib and saying “night night” between each part.

I wonder what silly act will become part of our routine next.

Pull My Finger

February 2, 2004 – 11:57 am by Aaron

This is one of Liam’s latest favorite things to do – and no, it’s not what you’re thinking. He has discovered that grabbing my finger and pulling will entice me to follow him more or less anywhere he goes. When he first discovered this novelty, he would grab my finger and pull me around the house with no clear destination in mind. He would walk a little ways, stop, look around, turn and head back the way we had just came from. Sometimes we’d end up in the kitchen, sometimes at the shelf where the videos are stored, and sometimes just in the middle of the room. It was all very cute and amusing. Then, one day, the game changed – in a couple of different ways. First, he always has a destination now, and it’s always the same: he invariably leads me to the door leading from the kitchen to the garage, where the dogs get to stay when it’s raining outside. Usually I just open the door and say, “Yup, there’s the garage,” then I close the door and he’s satisfied. The other change in the routine is that he no longer holds onto my finger for the entire trip, now he just pulls long enough to know that I’m following. If I stop, he comes back, grabs my finger and pulls until I follow, then he lets go again. Now he just expects me to follow him – he knows who the leader is, and who is the slave.

Captain Curious

January 12, 2004 – 11:08 am by Aaron

That’s right, I’m the uncrowned king of all the blog slackers. The sad thing is that I have such good intentions. I write posts in my head all the time, but then, by the time I get around to writing, the topic is no longer pertinent. I wish I could just get into the habit of writing a little something every day. I’ve never been good about keeping journals. The idea has always fascinated me, and I’ve started several, but it never seems to last. Either that or I write page after page of “nothing interesting happened today.” Pretty lame. I would promise here and now to be more diligent, but I’ve promised that very thing a number of times and chances are you wouldn’t believe me at this point.

Liam has started saying “Thank you.” When he says it, it sounds like “too too” or “tee too.” He pretty much only says it when you tell him to. He’ll want something and I will, of course, give it to him, then I’ll say, “say ‘thank you’” and he says his “tee too,” and toddles off to find something to get into.

He’s very curious. I call him Captain Curious, or Mr. Mischievous. If he can see it and it’s within his reach, he’s going to get it: remote controls, books, keys, glasses, cans of soda, anything within any zippered or snapped compartment, his/your/anyone’s shoes/socks, videos, CDs, food, yes… everything. If we tell him no he can’t have a certain thing, he gets mad and either cries or throws the item in question, often times both.

It’s been a struggle trying to get him to stop throwing things when he’s angry. Slapping his hand does absolutely no good, smacking his bottom gets more of a reaction but I’m not convinced he knows why. Someone recently suggested ignoring the unwanted behavior, so I guess we’re going to try that. The thing is, he needs to have some kind of outlet for his anger and I’m not sure how to redirect it or what to redirect it to. Suggestions are welcome.

A New Year

January 2, 2004 – 9:22 am by Aaron

Well, the holidays are past and a new year is upon us. After all the anticipation, shopping and general hoopla, it’s hard to believe it’s all over. For me, this was a very enjoyable Christmas/New Year holiday season. I got to spend time with my family and with Jennifer’s family and it was all just good quality family time. Liam was not too excited about opening gifts yet. He liked playing with the crinkled up wrapping paper after it had been torn off the gifts, and he likes the gifts he got, but he didn’t want much to do with the actual unwrapping. I’m sure that will be different next year.