Mamu's 3! -- Part 1

Well, it's official.

We're now the parents of a 3 year old.

On Monday, I began to relive all of the events that happened on that day 3 years ago. The early wake up (4:30 am). How Jason was NOT thrilled about the 4:30 wake-up, but we had to be at the hospital by 6 am for the 7:30 c-section. You see, Mamu was 2 weeks late and not planning on leaving ANY time soon. Since I had an emergency c-section with Bebe, induction was not an option. Hence, the 4:30 am wake up call for the 7:30 surgery. I digress. As I looked at the clock, I would be transported back to that time. The waiting. The fact I couldn't figure out how to work the sink -- there were no handles! It turns out, there were feet things you pushed. How can a 9+ month pregnant woman see foot pedals? Well, at 7:55 - right as morning announcements were going on at school - I remembered the time that my doctor said - "It's a boy!" Jason got to hold him and watch them clean him up - he was NOT happy about being evicted.

SO, to celebrate our newly minted 3 year old, we celebrated a day early. AND we even got up early for it - not as early as that birthday, but you know - out of the house by 8:45 early. Or, Mamu wakes up at 5:30 am early. Whichever.

Instead of having a big party with his friends over, we took a ride on Thomas the Tank Engine! He was in a town close by and since it was so close to his birthday (and a tad pricey), we decided to make that his celebration. We invited MG, Grandaddy, and Auntie to come along and we had a great time!

Those Thomas people really took care of us and we had a great time. Sadly, it didn't get above 45 degrees and was cloudy all day ( super frowny face since it had been 85 degrees and sunny the day before, but that's Texas weather for you!), but we had a great time anyway!

Here's some of the pictures. I made Mamu's shirt and his hat. His name is embroidered on the front of the hat and I added the Thomas fabric from some that I had.

Enjoy!

I'll continue the fun (hopefully) tomorrow. We'll get into the cake and presents!

You realize the WHOLE neighborhood can hear you, right?

First off, Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Here's how our little leprechaun (I'll name him O'Toole) messed with our day today:

1. O'Toole decided to wake up Mamu at the lovely hour of 6:45 am. (He laid in my bed until about 7:30 this morning.)


2. He then hid Mamu's favorite VeggieTale movie (as of right now) Josh & the Big Wall from him, so he had to watch a different one this morning. (He doesn't watch TV in the morning usually, but since we're on Spring Break, he gets to watch VeggieTales and a Bob the Builder.)


3. Then O'Toole convinced Mamu that he should pour his raisins into his leftover cereal milk (EW!) - but Mamu ate them and said they tasted good.


4. After breakfast, O'Toole decided to a little game of hide and seek. He stole Bebe's special St. Patrick's Day shirt, and made us go looking for it. After folding (very quickly by the way) 3 baskets of laundry and STILL not finding it, we found it in her bedroom. Good one O'Toole, good one.


5. Luckily, he left us alone at the library. I think he has overdue books or something.


6. O'Toole made sure we were out of Mamu's favorite Macaroni & Cheese - Lightning McQueen shaped- so he had to have the regular shape.


7. O'Toole then took a nap with Mamu - a very much shorter one than normal... which led to:


8. O'Toole messing around with the kids' outside. Since it was 80+ degrees here today and windy, I asked the kids if they wanted to eat snack outside on their little picnic table. Bebe firmly stated she did not want any grapes (remember this - it's important). So I put out raisins, cheese crackers, and grapes; along with two water bottles. All of a sudden, I hear Bebe crying and yelling about how she didn't get any grapes.

9. I also sent the two different kinds of baseball toys outside with them. Then I hear a lot of yelling coming from Bebe. Something about she wanted to play with one of the baseball toys and Mamu was trying to take it from her. I very calmly stated "You realize the whole neighborhood can hear you, right?" At which there was stomping and not happy noises coming from her. She is smart enough to realize if she doesn't work it out with Mamu, I'll just take it away from both of them.

(The view from the kitchen - Mamu's that little bump next to the fern.)

O'Toole was pretty exhausted by then, apparently, because he left us alone for the rest of the evening. Except when he made me forget that Jason wasn't coming straight home from work.


OR when he decided to help Mamu sneak out of his room and get into my bed - striking panic in me when I went to check on Mamu and to find him not in his bed! I found him snuggled up in my bed and when I asked him what he was doing, he said "I sleep in your bed." "Not tonight bud." and I took him back to bed.


OR when he decided to give Bebe the fabulous idea of making me a St. Patrick's Day card after her shower, which caused her to not be done on time. She still got her story though.

Why did the bat brush his teeth?

So, today in the car on the way to Kroger, Bebe was telling Jason about the jokes that I put in her lunch. I've been putting little cards in her lunch everyday with a little message and a little joke.

One day, the joke was "Why did the bat brush his teeth?" and the answer is "Because he has bat breath!"

Bebe loves it. So she told him that joke and that started off the other joke telling.

Except she knows like 3 jokes. Once she runs out of jokes, she starts to make them up.

Which turns into "Why did the chicken leave Sonic? Because he drank his milkshake!"

Which turned Mamu into a joke teller. Only he just stuck with one. "Why did the bat brush his teeth? Because his tummy hurt." Apparently that's really funny to an almost 3 year old.

Once we got into Kroger, the jokes died down and both kids really didn't sing. Mamu did start talking randomly about all sorts of different things, but I can't remember them; so apparently they weren't that funny.

He did, however, take my sunglasses at one point and wear them. He then loudly proclaimed "Everyone is black!" Since my lenses are black. He then turned it into a song. Which he began to sing loudly in the frozen food section. I suggested he sing "Everyone is tinted!" - so he did "Everyone is tinted and black!"

At least we're entertaining.

Since no post is complete without a picture, here's a gem from last summer:

A Salute to the Flag

Bebe just had her school program - A Salute to the Flag.

She was super excited because they sang the National Anthem and she knows that "Daddy likes that song." She was a little bummed she didn't get a speaking part, but hopefully next year she'll score one.

Aunt Didi, KK, Mamu, MG, and Grandaddy all came that night to watch her performance. I was lucky and got to see it both times (it sometimes pays to be a teacher at your kid's school). Auntie and Dad came at the afternoon performance and surprised her.

She did a great job - she was on one of the top risers, so she's a little hard to pick out of some of the far away shots. Maybe I'll get a (hint hint) new longer lens for my camera for my birthday... and solve that problem.

MG brought her fabulous flip camera, so we caught most of it on tape... well I guess it's not tape anymore... umm... we captured moving pictures! It's taking forever to load on here, so I'll hopefully get it to work later.

I'm a Big Boy Now!

Guess who graduated out of his crib this weekend?

Guess who ONLY got out with his new found freedom 5 times last night?

Guess who is discovering that he's now a big boy?

Yes, that is a baseball bat in his bed with him.

Yup... Mamu's got the side off of his crib and we put up the guard for him. He can now get in and out of his bed All. By. Himself. I know that some of you are thinking "Umm... he's almost 3. You should have had him in a big boy bed a long time ago." However, he's been content to sleep in his crib and hasn't ever tried to climb out, so I held on as long as I could. He was a little wary at first, but he sure was excited by bedtime!

On a side note, we went to Kroger today and actually didn't sing any songs! I guess we're falling down on our job as the entertainers. However last weekend, we (meaning Mamu and I mostly) sang the VeggieTales theme song. Mamu likes to be the tuba part and I sing the words. We're waiting for people to start tipping us. We're not holding our breath or anything.