Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Bubbles Bubbles

Chase got to pretend to be in his Bubbles Bubbles book on Monday. This feat of make believe was made possible by his friend Joshua who had found a little troll and put him under a spell. While held captive by the sorcery, the little demon was forced to continually shoot magic bubbles at the young children. The poor indentured troll could not be freed from his bewitchment until all of the children had felt true joy and thus smiled at his antics. As you can see, my little man was going to make that troll work for his freedom.

I will figure out your secret ole bubble spitter, and only then will I grant you the smile that will set you free. (insert wicked laugh here)

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Why can't I take it with me?

I have decided that I want to bring the pond when we move to the new house. I don't see anything unreasonable about this request, do you?

Scissors + Drew = Trouble

Recent days have proven to be a bit trying as Chase has been a giant cranky pants with the appetite of a grown man to boot. I am not kidding when I say that he has increased his formula intake by 50% these last couple of days. If I'm just a couple of minutes late with his new feeding schedule, he starts clutching at his shirt and screaming as if the hunger is eating a hole the size of Chicago in his stomach. It has been exhausting, and at the end of the day, I hand the child off to his father and proceed to watch tv and stuff my face with chocolate until I have fallen into a sugar induced stupor.
So needless to say, I was much looking forward to having dinner with my girlfriends this week. While I was out inhaling the child free air as if I'd never had a breath before, events were unfolding at our house that would forever change the Noodle. Ok...not forever, but for a month at least. You see, since we think the crankies may be caused by incoming teeth, we've been giving Chase Tylenol to try to lessen the poor little guy's pain. Unfortunately, he does not value this act of kindness on our part and therefore often fights the eyedropper full of medicinal goodness as if it contained battery acid. Well, during one of these battles, the hair around his right ear took a hit for the team and thus became covered in cherry flavored tylenol. Thank goodness it was dye free as I feel he's a little young to begin a punk faze. Andy was supposed to wash the gunk out of his hair while I was out flitting the night away. Here is where the trouble begins...
It seems that my husband decided it would be easier to cut--yes cut--the hair rather than wash out the sticky tonic. Sure, he claims that the hair was bugging Chase because it was too long around his ears, but I maintain my assertion that the man was trying to find an easy way out. So little noodle got a hair cut from daddy while mom was across town scarfing down her strawberry shortcake.

It was already 10 by the time I returned home, so I didn't get to see the handy work firsthand, but I knew it was bad by the way Drew mumbled under his breath and averted his eyes when I asked him for details on the evening's events. The next morning when I went to extract the little gremlin from his crib, I almost turned and walked out of the room thinking I had gone into the wrong nursery. This certainly wasn't my child is a baby, an infant, a lil dumpling--certainly not this grown up little boy looking at me through the bars. How can a few little snips from an untrained hand make my little babe appear so much older? It has to be an illusion brought about by the change in hair style because my baby isn't actually going to grow into a little boy. And he certainly isn't going to become a teenager, go off to college, find a girlfriend and get married in Bali by a cruise ship captain. Not going to happen...not on my watch.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Public Service Announcement #4256789

Due to the cancellation of both Veronica Mars and Gilmore Girls as well as the impending slew of reruns that I will be forced to watch as all of my favorite shows go on summer hiatus, I will be in a state of mourning for the next three months. Please send flowers, jewelry or chocolate.

This message has been brought to you by the Make a Mellon Happy Foundation.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Hello Tokyo?!?

Tonight as it was nearing Noodle's bedtime, the crankies decided to come out in full force. As I was lying on the floor trying every trick imaginable to get the fuss monster back into hiding, Andy called from the Teeter to ask me the all important question of if I wanted 1 or 2 boxes of CapNCrunch. (Just 1 which was only $0.60 after coupon--no applause necessary) Well from that moment on Young Master Chase was entranced by the phone. He spent the next 20 minutes turning that phone over in his hands...front to back, front to back, front to back. He was pressing so many buttons that I am sure that he reached several of his business associates in Japan. Every once in a while, his little noodle body would shake in what I can only assume was his victory dance. Kind of like how after his daddy has negotiated a beauty of a contract, the man celebrates by moving his hands in a motion that is a cross between a Vegas Poker Dealer and Shooter McGavin from Happy Gilmore while the words "Wheeling and Dealing, Wheeling and Dealing" gush in a continuous cycle from his mouth. I am sure if the little rugrat could talk, he'd have been chanting his own little triumphant mantra. Like father, like son.

Sunday, May 06, 2007

Old McNoodle had a farm...

We went to Great Country Farms today with David, Danielle and Nate. Chase loved seeing all of the animals even the ones that gave him really disappointed glares when we didn't offer them anything to nibble on. This wasn't really our fault though as most of the little food dispensers were empty...I was fully prepared to cough up $.25 for a mini handful of dried corn, so it certainly isn't my fault that the goat had to go without his munchies today. Some of the animals sought their revenge by trying to chew my shirt or pants, and one overly ambitious pony even tried to chew Chase's fish toy right off of his stroller.

The highlight of Noodle's trip had to be sitting on the tractor with Daddy. He must have been playing the Old McDonald song in his head because his little body was just bopping away as he held on to the steering wheel. The world should be very afraid when it comes time for him to drive because judging by today's steering agility, I'm inclined to believe that Chase will be some what of a spastic driver. Just like mama.

Look at me up here on this big tractor. I'm not afraid of heights...yet.

Vrrooom Vrrooom...Where's a field for me to till?

No nibble for me, eh? Fine, I'll eat your little fishy here. Next time bring the good stuff or else!

Saturday, May 05, 2007

Cheerios, Boosters and Ice Cream

We went to the Cheesecake Factory for dinner tonight. Chase was a little man in his booster seat eating cheerios. He wasn't super interested in the bread or chicken, but he opened his mouth like a little bird for the ice cream. When he realized that he had gotten his last bite, he threw a little temper tantrum and tried to pull the plate toward him. The screams were quickly halted though when we pulled out his Bubbles Bubbles book. Thank you lord for Elmo and Sesame Street.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

And the weed grows on

He won't stop growing, and it seems that everyday brings new changes and accomplishments. At 9.5 months, little noodle has the following skills to add to his resume.

1) He's figured out that pressing the yellow button on his radio makes the music play.
2) He sticks his tongue out of the side of his mouth ALL THE TIME.
3) He's climbed to the top of our stairs now--three times.
4) He's eating cheerios and macaroni & cheese.
5) He wave's bye bye and gives five.
6) He'll repeat sounds...especially blowing raspberries.
7) He can open and close the screen door on the porch.
9) He can sit in a booster chair at the long as someone is sitting nearby to keep an eye on him
10) He twists and turns around backwards in shopping carts.
11) He dances to music by shaking his head no and bouncing.
12) He understands the word "No", but frequently chooses to ignore it.

Quite an impressive list, don't you think?