Posts Tagged ‘Latham’

Toddler Talk

Monday, April 16th, 2012


Me:  “Okay, get out of the shower and go to the bathroom.”

Latham:  “No, I don’t have to.  Daddy said I could potty in here as long as I hit the drain.”

The toilet training technique my husband secretly shared with my 3 year old.

The Day Latham Wore Something Other Than Sweatpants And Didn’t Cry About It.

Sunday, April 8th, 2012

Sweatpants and a t-shirt are all you want to wear

Jeans and a button down you say you can’t bear.


So every morning we battle, just you and I

You peel off your pj’s and say it’s sweatpants you spy.


You scamper to your dresser and pull out the third drawer

And dig out your sweatpants in the color you adore.


The sweatpants are not green, blue, black, brown, or grey

They’re red – match nothing – and you wear them every day.


But you dressed yourself yesterday in something surprising

“Mommy, you’ll just love it,” you happily were chiming.


I walked in your room expecting the same sweatpants in red

And there you sat in jeans and a polo while giggling on your bed.


“The Easter Bunny will say I’m handsome,” you said smiling wide

I agreed, high fived you, and gave you tickle on your side.


So we all went to the mall – your dad, brother, you and I

To show the Easter Bunny your outfit and sit on his thigh.


But as soon as we got home, you ripped off your clothes

And pulled on your red sweatpants – I guess that’s how it goes.


But I bought the Easter picture so I could have evidence of the day

You wore something other than your red sweatpants or your batman pj’s.

 * Latham, my 3 year old on the left, is the little guy who wears nothing but pj’s and sweatpants.

Valentine’s Day Debacle 2012 Averted

Monday, February 13th, 2012

After the Valentine’s Day Debacle of 2011, I decided to skip the store bought cards for Reichen and Latham’s preschool party this year in favor of something special.


Are you impressed?  Don’t be.  These personalized Valentine’s are super simple to make and I love the visual illusion the card creates.

Happy crafting!

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Husbandism #48

Wednesday, February 8th, 2012

David:  “Hey, look what I did to Latham while you were gone!”

What my husband said when I returned from a short bathroom break at Red Lobster.

Toddler Talk

Wednesday, January 25th, 2012

Latham: “Mommy?”

Me: “Yes, baby?”

Latham: “I’m going to dream about you when I go to sleep.”

The sweet words my 3 year old whispered in my ear after tucking him in bed last night.

*Photo courtesy of Solar Photographers

Husbandism #44

Thursday, January 5th, 2012

David: “Don’t worry, I know what will fix it:  A Subway napkin.  It’s works just like a band-aid.”

What my husband said to my 3 year old after he fell down and bit his tongue.

Visions of Tablescapes Danced in my Head

Tuesday, December 27th, 2011

When I offered to host Christmas Eve dinner at our house this year, visions of tablescapes started dancing in my head.  And after scouring many home decor magazine and websites, I decided on the crisp color combination of red, white, and silver. 

I started with a freshly pressed white tablecloth, a  glittery red ribbon, and silver votive candles.  And got more and more giddy after adding square vases filled with small crimson ornaments and pretty folded napkins.  Mini red tricycles adorned with the boys’ names told them what seat to take and I placed the homemade cookie Christmas trees on the buffet next to the red floral balls on white candlesticks.

It was a lovely and intimate dinner of 8 including my mom, David’s parents, his brother, Reichen, Latham, David, and myself.  We had all the fixings of a traditional turkey dinner and every bite of it was delicious.

Happy Holidays

Sunday, December 25th, 2011

Toddler Talk

Tuesday, December 6th, 2011

Latham:  “No!  We don’t want a babysitter!  We’re big boys!  We want a big boy sitter!”

What my 3-year-old told me when I informed him a babysitter was coming over so David and I could go out for date night.

My Thanksgiving Post May Be Late, But At Least My Christmas Shopping is Done.

Friday, December 2nd, 2011

I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving.  We sure did and I still have the belly to prove it.  We invaded my in-laws for the holidays and had the best time.  My mother-in-law cooked 90% of the food, but I did make my grandma’s super duper delicious candied yams. 

And here’s the recipe:

Candied Yams

Peel 3 large yams, and cut into pieces.  Place in pan with salted water and boil until cooked.  Place cut up yams in baking dish.  Sprinkle with 1 cup of sugar, 1/2 stick of butter cut up, 1 can of evaporated condensed milk.  Fill baking dish approximately 1/2 full.  Bake 1 hour at 350 degrees until mixture boils down.  Add marshmallows on top and bake until marshmallows brown and melt.

Happy 5th Birthday, Reichen!

Thursday, November 17th, 2011

Today you are five and I can barely believe it

Where has the time gone – it just happened so quick.


So to celebrate, this weekend we had a really big party

We invited all your friends and you thought it was gnarly.

We met everyone at  Monkey Bizness, a really fun place

You jumped in all the bouncy houses with a smile on your face.


Liam, Hayden, and Dayton were all there

And Lexy, Abby, and Kendall with the golden hair.


Dylan, Lydia, and Noah came to your party too

And Caleb, and Claire said ‘Happy Birthday’ to you.


A Transformer theme you wanted with colors blue and red

“Optimus and Bumblebee would make me happy,” you said.

 transformer birthday cake

Nina made your cake and a small one for Latham, too

And you both blew out the candles – it was so exciting for you.


You opened all your presents and got lots of fun toys

Transformers, cars, and a rocket – all perfect for boys.

 opening presents

You had such a fun day and so did your dad and me

Happy Birthday Reichen, we are as proud as could be.



Toddler Talk

Saturday, October 8th, 2011

Me:  “Look at all the pretty trees, Latham, the leaves are changing.”

Latham:  “I know, they’re so beautiful.”

Me:  “How do you think the leaves change colors?”

Latham:  “I think fairies paint them while we’re sleeping.”

The conversation between me and my 3-year-old during our drive to preschool.


Friday, October 7th, 2011


By The Dixie Chicks

They didn’t have you where I come from
Never knew the best was yet to come
Life began when I saw your face
And I hear your laugh like a serenade

How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough, is forever enough
How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough
Cause I’m never, never giving you up

I slip in bed when you’re asleep
To hold you close and feel your breath on me
Tomorrow there’ll be so much to do
So tonight I’ll drift in a dream with you

How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough, is forever enough
How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough
Cause I’m never, never giving you up

As you wander through this troubled world
In search of all things beautiful
You can close your eyes when you’re miles away
And hear my voice like a serenade

How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough, is forever enough
How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough
Cause I’m never, never giving you up

How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough, is forever enough
How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough
Cause I’m never, never giving you up
Is forever enough
Cause I’m never, never giving you up

The Boy Who Plays Soccer

Tuesday, September 27th, 2011

“I’m a soccer player now,” I hear you tell your new friend
“You want to come to my game? I play every weekend.”

Red and blue are your colors and you’re on a team of eight
You’re really good at defense and you’re dribbling is just great.

Daddy is your coach and you think that’s super special
He runs drills with all the kids and hollers at you to hustle.

“Only 4 year olds play soccer,” at least that’s what you say
And that, you tell Latham, is the reason he can’t play.

So your brother does his own thing while we all cheer you on
And when you score an awesome goal, we go crazy on the lawn.

You love getting super sweaty and running really fast
You think your friends are funny and playing soccer is a blast.

But when when the game is over is my most favorite part
Because that’s when we go home and all your soccer stories can start.

I’m a Nervous Laugher. And So is Ms. Lisa.

Tuesday, September 20th, 2011

She’s a nervous laugher, the principal of Reichen and Latham’s preschool, at least that’s what I’m telling myself so I don’t feel as bad.  I mean, I’m a nervous laugher.  So, I get it. 

In the beginning of our relationship, it irritated David so much that I giggled every time he tried to tell me something that made me uncomfortable, but over the years he’s come to accept it.

“I realize you’re nervous,” he says now, calmly, more to himself than to me, “and that’s why you’re laughing.” 

I know though that  my nervous laughter still somewhat bothers him even after all these years, just like he knows his habit of  leaving hangers on every doorknob in our house still somewhat bothers me.  But these are the the little things we let slide in our marriage because they’ll bury us if we don’t. 

But I’ve never really had to get used to someone else laughing nervously.  And I’ve got to admit, it’s awkward.

“Tasha,” the principal, Ms. Lisa, says through a stream of high pitched giggles, “you weren’t supposed to come to orientation tonight.  This meeting is for the parents of Kids Day Out,” giggle, giggle, giggle.

“Tasha,” Ms. Lisa says though a stifled snicker, “you made it to the right meeting tonight!  Good for you,” giggle, giggle, giggle.

“Tasha,” Ms.  Lisa chortles, “this is the time you’re supposed to meet with the Reichen and Latham’s enrichment teacher, did you forget?” giggle, giggle, giggle.

“Tasha,” Ms. Lisa grins while biting her cheeks, “you only turned in Reichen’s health form.  I also need Latham’s,” giggle, giggle, giggle.

Every day, it’s another day and another giggle from Ms. Lisa.  It is.

I’m not sure what it is, but I am having the worst time getting into the swing of school.  But seriously, with two kids in preschool, it’s always something.


Reichen has to wear Red on Thursday.  Latham has to wear Blue on Monday.  Bring a homemade, healthy snack with a gallon of water for Latham a week from Wednesday.  Reichen’s ‘Family Bear’ homework that he has to cut out, glue pictures to, cover in glitter, and apply googly eyes on is due Friday.  Latham has a half of day Monday.  Reichen has classroom orientation Tuesday for one hour.  And don’t forget that once a month, I have to deliver a secret pal gift for Latham’s teacher.


It’s no wonder, in my humble defense, that I forgot to turn in Latham’s health form or that I showed up on the wrong night for parent orientation. 

“Write it down in your calendar,” my mom and David instruct when it comes to all this school stuff.

“I do,” I defend.  “I do.”

I’m just not used to it, I guess.  Just like I’m not used to someone else nervously laughing while trying to tell me something uncomfortable. 

Ms. Lisa has definitely given me a whole new respect for what David has gone through for all these years, that’s for sure.

But don’t tell him I said that.