Wednesday, January 28, 2015

They thought he was a she

Twice this past weekend Lars was referred to as ‘she’ or ‘her’.   That’s the first time in a long time (like tiny baby long time) that that’s happened.  It didn’t bother me, I attempted to drop the hint in conversation and say something like, ”Hey, Buddy/Bubba” or “he’s so silly” and leave it at that. 
To me and Bob it seemed crazy because he obviously looks like a little boy but maybe that’s just because we know him so well.

Lars, while at times is 500% boy, tearing stuff up, wrestling, funny fart/poop jokes, burping, wanting to pee on everything, and getting incredibly dirty has some  (what society may consider) girly interests.

First, he likes the color pink.  He likes it because it’s a pretty color and he hasn’t yet conformed to the idea that it’s a girly color.  It’s only a girly color because we’ve made it a girly color.  All Lars knows is that he likes it.  Second, he loves arts and crafts…loves them.  I can buy Lars glitter, paper and glue on sequins, and he's happy as a lark.   *side-note…I think glitter was created by the devil and I despise it. 

He will often ask me to be a ballerina with him in the living room. I (as a former wannabe ballerina) am constantly dancing around the house.  I’ll chasse and twirl around the kitchen and do pirouettes in the living room.  Lars sees me and for him it’s pure fun.  Twirling around with our hands in the air till we’re dizzy and leaping across the living room is a favorite pastime.

Lars also refuses to wear jeans or any pants that aren’t exactly like pajama bottoms and I’m not going to fight him or force him to wear something he doesn’t want to and also I don't blame him.  It’s not a battle I’m willing to fight.  I don’t care what he wears.  As long as he’s dressed appropriately for the weather and activity, I don’t care. So,  I buy him leggings.  Sometimes I will splurge and get him some super cute ones on Etsy and other times I buy them in the girls section at Target or the thrift store. They are cheap, they pass for pajamas and I personally think he looks adorable in them.  It’s a win-win situation.

Same goes with is hair; I’m not going to fight it.   The last time Lars got a haircut he actually asked me to get one...out of nowhere.   His hair now is getting long and I’ve asked him several times if he wants to get a haircut and make it short.  He says nope, he wants it long.  So he gets to keep it long.

Maybe it was the combination of the leggings and having a hood on so his hair looked longer, that he passed for a girl, but Lars didn't care and after thinking about it, neither did we.    

We, as parents of this awesome 2.5 year old obviously make a lot of decisions for him and there are definitely battles I will 'fight' such as what he eats, how he treats other people, what toys he can have.  We understand he’s 2 and he’s not fully capable to make all decisions, but I feel like when it comes to things like clothes, hair and what color he wants for his sippy cups or paint he should get to make those decisions.

We were pretending to drive to Africa

eating the cedar berries off the trees. 

it's days like this that I can't imagine not living in the country

nature walking

hill country morning's never disappoint

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

I cry in the car...

I have a fairly long commute to and from work...about 45 mins each way.  Some days it zooms by, I enjoy the scenery and my music and I'm there before I know it. Other days I dread the long drive, hate having to usually pee about 10 mins from my destination and getting stuck behind a construction truck that moves at the speed of a slow turtle.  Basically, some days I enjoy the quiet time and some days I don't.

I usually fill my time with loud singing and the occasional phone call (hands free of course when I make it to ATX) but sometimes my thoughts start to roam and I get deep.  And in the passed few weeks I've cried.  Why, you ask.  Because............... I simply cannot believe my baby boy is going to be turning 3 this year.  I know...I know. It's cliche and sappy and it's only January but y'all I have no control over it.

I had no issues with the second birthday or EVEN the first, but this turning three thing is for the birds.  What is it about turning three that has me all in a sappy mommy mess?  I don't know.....

Lars has grown up so much in the passed year and I think it just really hit me...hard. While I know he is still so little and a mere 3 years on the planet is nothing, he's definitely made some leaps and bounds.

He's potty trained, which shockingly went much smoother than I had ever thought possible. He doesn't want a booster seat at a restaurant anymore.  He tells me all the time that he can do it by himself...'i got it, mama'.  He has full blown conversations with me about his day.  He knows where stuff is when I can't find, clothes, stuffed animals, his toothbrush.  He's just growing up and it's hard.  As joyous and most of the time hysterical to see him interact with the world, it's also tough.

oh man...these 2.  i just can't get enough. 

Saturday morning chocolate chip waffles

eating icicles off the trees

I'm not sure who loves Bob's new (old) Ford truck more...

y'all remember the human seat belt, right? To clarify we were just driving around the property. 

putting on the new plates...and eating the icicles off the front. 

boy loves icicles.

I hope whenever we decide to sale this house that the person who buys it likes chalk art bc
I'm not so sure that chalk is coming off.  Our house is like a giant chalk board for Lars and I love it. 

my precious Maw Maw who passed away in March made these beautiful beaded and embroidered pieces.  For as long as I can remember they have been hanging in their house and for as long as I can remember I have loved them.  Now, I feel ever so lucky to have them hanging in my house. I was not planning on hanging one in Lars' room, but when I took them out of the paper he begged for this one in his room.  He told me it was a mommy peacock and a baby peacock.  I,of course didn't break the news that I think it's a mommy and daddy peacock.  So we rearranged his collage wall for the addition.  He loves it and I think it's perfect.  It's just so special. 

The other hangs in my living room and adds a nice element of fancy to the place.  My maw maw, while a bit of a tomboy loved fancy :) 

Thursday, January 8, 2015

Happy Twenty 15

Well that was always the holidays flew by.  Ours were filled with family, travel, good food, baking and entirely way too much sugar! So, it was perfect!

We are now getting back to normal, having serious holiday depression and weaning off the sugar.  Lars has been asking for 'treats' everyday since the holidays were officially over.  It's hard when your 2 year old has been munching on a few different treats everyday for two weeks to try and get back to normal.  But we're getting there..slowly but surely.  I desperately try to keep treats to a minimum.  Sometimes it's easy and sometimes it seems impossible.  It's hard to find a balance between not being too restrictive and letting the treats run free.  The struggle is definitely real. 

This passed weekend was the last weekend before Bob and I both went back to work so we wanted to do something fun (but laid back)with Lars. That was the plan but most of the weekend was rainy and cold and our house was filled with lots of snotty noses and coughing so we spent Friday and Saturday inside nice and warm in our jammies watching movies and eating popcorn.  But Sunday ended up being the most beautiful day!! It was gorgeous.  So we headed to Blanco to walk around and get some fresh air and we all had a wonderful time. 

The old courthouse in Blanco made for a fun time and some cool pictures.  I tried to explain to Lars that Bob works in a courthouse and all he could keep asking me was, "does daddy get to stand on the stage?" ....

the 'stage' 

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