"Tomorrow"

Today at work I got a message from Miss Kim, the very fantastic daycare provider who takes care of Colm on Monday's and Friday's.  Her message to me was that Mr. Colm was having a hard time going potty on the potty today.  When asked, he would respond , "not right now".  Later in the day, she asked him again.  This time he responded "how about tomorrow?!"

Seems like someone doesn't want to stop playing long enough to go potty on the potty.

Future Olympian?

Since the Olympics began, we have let Colm stay up a little past his normal bedtime to watch some "special sports".  It makes him feel special and he has especially taken to speed skating, skiing and snowboarding.  (He's not so interested in figure skating.)  The other day, I came home from judging a gymnastics meet and I find him running in circles around the house with him bent over at the waist with one arm tucked behind his back.  What was he doing, you might ask???  Speed skating, of course!

Later that night, he proceeded to show me how he can jump and turn in the air and do a "double woo".  A "double woo" is of course something you see everyday in the snowboard half pipe!

Or what about the time he ran down the hallway stopped abruptly, bent his knees and best over at the waist.  After a very brief moment (like everything moment is for Colm), he yells out "woosh" and jumps.  Can you pick the sport?  Ski Jumping!

If I find rocks in my kitchen when I get home tomorrow, I'll know they've been watching curling!

Going to Work

On Wednesday, we had one of those rare moments where we were stranded.  Grandma Donna had jury duty, Grandma Pat was in Florida and Miss Kim was very sick.  Now what??!!!  Well, we got kinda lucky.  Colm had his three year medical check up that morning.  By the time that was done, we only had a couple hours to kill before lunch time.  So, I did what any self-respecting mom would do if you had to go to work!  I packed a bag of toys and took him with me!

At one point during our two hour stay at my office, Colm was sitting next to me in my office chair (I was using one that didn't fit at my desk, but oh well).  He was watching a DVD on his portable player, had his pen and notebook on one side of it and he proceeded to do "work".  Then he saw a piece of legislation on my desk.  He asked if that's the kind of laws I work work on.  Yep, it was.  So he asked that it be put on the other side of his portable DVD player.  After a couple of thoughtful moments "studying" the legislation, he looked at me and said:

"Mommy, is this the Mason suckie law?  Because if it is, I still think it's silly!"

I'm four. . .

On Friday, Colm was sick.  He had a decent fever and one of the worst ear infections I can remember.  With Grandma Donna out of town and Ryan and I "having" to go to work for various reasons, we reached out to "other Grandma".  Yes, "other Grandma" is the term of endearment for Ryan's mom.  During one of the high points of the day, while totally drugged on Tylenol Colm managed to tell his Grandma he was four years old.  This is an interesting thought considering that we had had his third birthday party the Sunday before.

Never leaving a stone unturned, the very smart-witted Colm informed his Grandma he was four because he had two birthdays in the past week, the party on Sunday and his actual birthday day the previous Wednesday.  When a 2/3/4 year old had two birthday parties in one week, one could assume you could add two years to your current age.  Right?

Ug, I have a cold. . .

So I'm faster at updating Facebook than I am at completing a blog entry.  If you're caught up on FB this is old news to you, Colm is sick.  Two ear infections, in fact.  Yesterday afternoon Colm got up from his nap and boldly exclaimed "Ug, I have a cold!"

This morning, he continued by saying "Mommy, I'm sick!"  When your child proclaims his illness it makes you sick to your stomach.  I immediately called his doctors office!

Unfortunately, they decided that they have regularly scheduled meetings on Thursday and don't turn their phones on until whenever they are done.  Do they say this in their automated message?  NO!  I called every two minutes beginning at 8:00 a.m.  Ryan continued when I went to a meeting at 9:00 and didn't get through to anyone until 9:50!  Almost two hours and no one but an automated messaged saying the office opened at 8!  Then they couldn't get us in!  My choices were to make him suffer until the after hours clinic opened at 5 or wait until the offered appointment at 3:30 tomorrow!  SERIOUSLY??!!!  How hard is it to change an automated message on a machine or have one person staff the phones???  There wasn't even a nurse staffing the nurse line.  MSU Peds, you disappointed me today!

Kaka Beer

Last Saturday, Ryan, Colm and I went out to dinner in an attempt to keep our freshly cleaned kitchen clean prior to Colm's birthday party on Sunday.  Colm's location of choice - A & W of course!  Where else would an almost three year old want to go. 

In the process of ordering food, I decided to treat myself to a root beer float.  In an effort to keep up on Colm's ongoing missions to "seek out new life and new civilization and to boldly try new foods" he took a sip.  I think the fizz took him by surprise.  Regardless, he "manned up" and kept eating and drinking his own lemonade.  At the conclusion of our meal, our generous server offered me a refill on the root beer.  Of course, this blog post wouldn't be complete without a "Colmism" so here it is:

"Mommy, you shouldn't drink that beer, it's not good for the baby in your belly!"  And yes, he said it as loud as he possibly could.

Thanks for watching out for me, Buddy!

How to get rid of a sucky when dealing with a future politician

A few months ago when we moved to Mason I informed my rather quick-witted two and a half year old that "suckies" were not allowed in our newfound home, Mason, if you are over the age of 2. In fact, it's against the law. He took the news like a champ and promptly refrained from the sucky first at nap time, then at night. All this while transitioning into a "big boy" bed.

I was ecstatic! No crying, no fussing, so questioning of authority. If it was that easy, I wouldn't be writing about it!

We moved into our new house in September and one evening in October I was working at home and watching legislative session streaming on the computer life from the Capitol. Colm asked me what I was doing and I told him that I was reading a law that the guys on the screen were thinking about passing. This is how the conversation proceeded:

"Can you find all laws on the computer?"

"Yes, Colm. Mommy can look up all laws of all time on the computer?"

"Even the Mason ones?"

"Yes, Colm."

"Then I would like to see the sucky law, I think it's silly."

Yes, my son is growing up to be a politician!

Mommy! S-T-O-P means STOP!

Whoever thought teaching a 2, almost 3 year old to spell and learn his shapes made a big mistake. For the second time in a matter of months I have been called out while supposedly rolling through a stop sign. Each time, at the top of his lungs, from the back seat Colm yells, "MOMMY, S-T-O-P MEANS STOP!"

This very loud exclamation is followed by a lengthy discussion of what a stop sign looks like. Something like, "Mommy, that red sign, the octagon, it means you need to stop".

I think I'll blame Grandma Donna on this one. Whose idea was it to have her watch the young mister three days a week anyway?

Stay tuned, I'll fill you in about the illegal pacifiers in Mason, MI!