Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Whoever Said TV and Bribery is Bad for Kids Obviously Doesn't Have Kids.

***I need to preface this post my letting you know that Finding Nemo is my three-year old son's new favorite movie.***

Earlier this summer, the DH and I promised our boy a fish tank with a Nemo (Clown) fish and a Dory (?) fish if he puts three consecutive woo-woos in the potty. No-go until today when he told me he had a woo-woo coming and proceeded to the bathroom. I followed, not really expecting anything, but was pleasantly suprised when he followed through. It is impossible for anyone reading this to comprehend my joy. Immediately he informs me he's ready for his fish tank, fish and even tries to negotiate a whale. After Mommy-sized congratulations and a definite no on the whale, I let him know that he has to put two more in first. This obviously did not go over well but was great motivation for the task at hand.

After putting the kids down for a nap, I expected a few hours of me-time to prep dinner, clean, etc. Five minutes of bliss later, I hear 'Mommy, I have to do a woo-woo'. Knowing this wasn't possible, I left him alone hoping he would drift off to sleep. One hour later, after several renditions of various kiddie songs and hearing toys bouncing around the entire time, his woo-woo plea comes over the monitor again. This time I go in thinking maybe it was legit. False alarm. Just a shrewd negotiator trying to take a short-cut.

This went on pretty much all afternoon:
  1. My son would announce his need to woo-woo in the potty.
  2. He'd race to the bathroom, take off his big-boy underpants and sit.
  3. Five minutes later insist he's met his quota and wants to go to the fish store.
Fun times.

My little boy is pretty much a one woo-woo a day kid. So we'll see what happens tomorrow and Thursday. But I've never been more excited to go out and spend money. Even if it is on fish we're not going to eat.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Beach Vacation

Had a great beach vacation on Portofino Island with the DH, kids and MIL. The resort is fantastic, so much so that we barely left it. Five days of poolside lounging, swimming in the Gulf and a little sightseeing...I almost feel rested. Almost.

Hands down, the highlight of our trip were the dolphin cruises. The kids absolutely loved riding the waves and of course dolphin spotting. Can't tell how how much joy I heard in their little falsetto voices when they would shout "look mama, dolphins!!!".

Somewhere between last summer and the start of this one, my son learned the dog paddle (with floats of course) and is diving into the pool with more gusto than ever. My precious daughter is now just building the nerve to jump in, but getting the hang of it quickly.

Last year, we stayed clear of the ocean, sticking to the resort pool courtesy of BP. But this year, the kids got to build their first sandcastles and waddle in the Gulf. It was fantastic.

We somehow found the time to visit the National Naval Aviation Museum and the Pensacola Lighthouse. The DH and son are huge aeronautics fans and walked though mouths open, eyes wide. Not sure who was cuter. Swapping kid watch, the adults climbed 177 steps up to the top of the haunted Pensacola Lighthouse. Not sure if I felt any kindred spirits, but I sure feel the effects of my steep stair climb days later. No wonder the guide at the top didn't have an ounce of body fat. I should take his job next summer.

Now we're back. As much as I loved my vacation, I'm glad to be home engrossed in the hectic craziness that is my life. But most of all, I'm happy to be in my own bed, using my own shower. Priceless.