cravings

With my last two pregnancies, I had cravings, sure, but never anything out of hand, Chris never ran out to the store at midnight for a package of Ring Dings, etc. But last night I started craving crab rangoon and guacamole. LIKE BAD. Real bad. Like, I must eat these items very soon or I am probably going to die. I will have to stop by Chipotle and Kam Sheng when Chris gets home today. Because when I think of crab rangoon and guacamole, my mouth starts watering uncontrollably. Must.Eat.Crab.Rangoon.And.Guacamole.Today. Soon. Very soon. You're welcome, baby 3.

One for the books

The above picture is what I saw today when we were leaving the pool. It was quite scary, actually, seeing my sweet, blonde-haired, blue-eyed Owen turn into the aforepictured creature. Backstory: we have been at the pool every day, all morning for the last few weeks. Owen has had swim lessons this week, and after lessons today, we stayed and swam with Gavin, Kinley and Megan. All was great (with the exception of Wade being incredibly crabby) until it was time to leave. We had to be home by 11, so we got the kids out of the pool at 10:40 and got dried off. Now, to exit the pool, you have to press a button to make the gate open. Owen didn't get to press the button. Heaven help us. As I wrote in a prior post, he has a mile-wide streak of STUBBORN in him, and by golly, he wanted to press that button. But I didn't feel like getting the key from megan, opening the gate for him to go BACK in, just so he could push the button. Did I mention I was also holding wade, our pool bag, 2 wet towels, a life jacket and car keys?

So, I told Owen that he could press the button tomorrow at swim class. And if that was the wrong thing to say, that was it. He FREAKED THE EFF OUT and threw a tantrum of a magnitude that has never been seen my myself before. It was awful. So I got our stuff in the car, got wade in the car, and then scooped owen up (while he is fighting, kicking and screaming) and put him in his carseat (since the pool is like 3 seconds from us in the neighborhood, I didn't bother strapping him in. Mistake #1) He got out of his seat, and opened his door, determined to get back in the pool and press that danged button. This went on for a few minutes, all the while he is screaming and speaking in tongues. Did I mention that my friend Megan and her beautifully behaved children were in the car, witnessing the madness? Ya, true story. So, after a while, I yanked his crazy ay-ess-ess out of the car, gave his bum a swift swat and gave his face a stern talking-to. He FINALLY calmed down after I told him I wasn't going to listen to his nonsense until he could speak nicely. So he said, "Mommy, I need to kiss you!" except he really said "mommy, i need a TISSUE." and then all was better. Thankfully. It was the worst fit he has ever had. Ever. Ack.

Differences

Chris and I were discussing the differences between our boys the other night. In looks, and personalities. Interesting stuff.

Owen: Looks exactly like Chris. Blonde hair, blue eyes, great smile, and just extremely adorable in general. Personality? He's his momma's boy. One might think that because he looks exactly like Chris, he would have his laid-back, easy-going, old-boy personality. NOT SO. That little boy is me in a blonde 3 year old body. He is stubborn, hard-headed, and digs his heels in when he doesn't agree with something he feels strongly about. Just like momma. Let's just say that if I was on a certain Florida jury that was deliberating on a certain sociopath murderer mom's trial, a verdict wouldn't have been delivered in less than 11 hours!! Nope, we would have sat in that jury room until everyone agreed with me that she was GUILTY (um, duh, dummies!) or we would have had a hung jury on our hands. Excuse the rant, I have Nancy Grace on in the background and she is still fired up! Rightfully so! Anyways, back to Owen. He is so strong willed. We have to be soooo strict with him. Not in a bad way, or a stifling way at all; but he has to have clear and consistent boundaries, because if he sees a weakness, look out. He is a SUPER amazing and sweet, and big hearted little guy. :o) He always looks out for his friends, he adores Wade, is generally extremely well behaved (re: consistent boundaries!), and just a love bug.

Wade: Looks exactly like me, but has facial expressions that remind us of Owen! He has a head full of brown hair that has gotten really light from playing outside this summer. He has the biggest brown eyes EVER, and the most adorable little smile that is actually not "little" at all. When he smiles, it takes over his whole entire face! One of my favorite things about Wade is his "floppy ear." When he was born, the nurse handed him to me after he had been cleaned up, and Chris and I noticed his right ear was almost folded in half! It was drooping down, and Chris said, "ummm....what's going on with his ear??" Apparently while he was in my tummy, his ear was folded against his head, so it took a few days of life on the outside, and keeping his ear tucked under his hat for it to straighten out. But still to this day, that ear sticks out a wee bit more than the other ear, and because of that it gets extra kisses. Personality? He is so Chris. Wade has a huge streak of STINKER in him. He is the goofiest little guy, always looking for something silly to do, funny sounds to make, funny ways to use toys to make Owen laugh, etc. He is also a tease. He will take Owen's sippy cup from him, and then I will say "Wade...give O his cup back." And then Wade will hold the cup out and say "here!" for Owen to grab it....and then right when Owen is about to grab it, Wade will throw it out of Owen's reach and then start cracking up. One thing that is great about Wade, is that although he is already an incredibly ornery child, he is really laid-back and doesn't have the strong will that Owen does. So disciplining him won't be as challenging, because he (hopefully) won't resist, like Owen does. ;)