Could it be??

My house has stayed remarkably clean this last week. Wes is away in California working as an EFY counselor... coincidence?? I think not! Comical to most- I'm sure, but I seriously smile inside every time I walk past the boys' bathroom, which Uncle Wes has been using and see that it remains sparkling clean! Rob had actually considered calling a maid service to clean up Wesley's room and bathroom when he left, but I took care of it. I've literally kept those doors closed for the last few months while he's lived here for fear that the filth would somehow trickle out into the rest of the home! He's not even that messy, but Rob has programmed me in such a way that any mess is a big mess and must be remedied! Now the doors are both wide open and there is once again light at the end of the hall... literally. Needless to say... we all miss Wes terribly and the boys are already counting down the days 'til he comes home (in August.)

Canny Can- you started swim lessons last week! I'm not sure why, but you did NOT love the water and we thought the only way to fix this travesty was to enroll you in one on one lessons. Uncle Wes and I took you to the pool the Saturday before you started lessons and you screamed like a banshee when I tried to get you into the water. I was so nervous about your first day of lessons- I thought for sure you'd freak out like you did for me, which was quite surprising considering how much you LOVE anything outdoors and everything sports related. Lindsay is your instructor and boy do you LOVE her! You ask about her every day. You even brought her a granola bar last week for snack:) How relieved was I when you stepped right in and followed every single one of Lindsay's directions... all except the going under water one;) I actually found myself fighting back tears as you blew bubbles and put your little ears under water. We've started our second week of lessons and while I had had these visions of you dog paddling around the pool by this point... you won't even put your head under water completely, let alone attempt a single swim stroke with out both your little feet planted firmly on the bottom of the pool. Two days ago you asked to go down the water slide- Lindsay agreed, but when we got you to the top you panicked! You refused to go and your bully of a mommy scooped you up and pushed you right down that slide into the open arms of Lindsay. You cried for about 11 seconds and then realized that it was fun! I was so proud of you! Last week Lindsay tried to get you to jump to her from the diving board, but when you got there you would have NOTHING to do with it! Today however... you asked to try it again and you walked right out on that board and jumped! Can- it was awesome!!! You did it twice you liked it so much!! You also started summer camp at your preschool this week. The theme was "Pirate Camp" and today you ran out to the car with your little pirate hat and pirate hook shouting "I'm the terror of the seven seas!" Adorable!! You never cease to entertain me!! You do this thing lately where you hold your little hand out to shake and say "Friends?" Mommy always responds by shaking your hand and saying "Best friends forever," which you repeat right back- I love it!! You and Daddy also have your own special handshake- it's pretty simple- you touch thumbs and shout "Boo-ya!" That's it! Daddy LOVES it! We took you fishing this last weekend and you are incredible with a fishing pole! Daddy put that thing in your hand and you reeled that hook in as fast as daddy could cast it!

Crue-ser. You're officially a two year old! Tantrums! That's it- one word says it all! You have turned into quite the feisty little thing! If you want/need something you don't ask... you demand! And heaven forbid mommy gets mad at you for anything. You tossed your lunch on the floor this week because I didn't give you the right colored plate and mommy said "No! No!" Oh my word- meltdown of massive proportions! You cannot handle being disciplined. It's really quite cute, but it's definitely not okay. Aside from those occasional times when you're yelling or trying to smack me:) you're the sweetest thing ever! You run to my rescue every time mommy utters the word "owie." You're always the first to say sorry when I stub my toe or trip over a toy and you're always the first in line to kiss whatever part of me hurts. You've actually been doing quite a lot of kissing lately. If you want something at home and I won't give it to you- you'll reply "need kiss it" and once I let you kiss whatever "it" is you go right on your merry way. You love your baby doll... a little too much for daddy's taste;) You tuck everything in bed with you. Whatever you've brought up for that evening MUST be tucked in right next to you! Lately it's some gigantic book and we have to sneak in to retrieve it once you've dozed off. Occasionally you wake up while I'm trying to slide it out from under you and demand I put it back- pretty funny. You get these terrible growing pains at night. Once or twice a month you'll cry out in the night and we have to climb in bed with you and massage your feet/legs until you're able to get back to sleep. Usually I have to give you Tylenol and stay with you for 30+ minutes until it kicks in- it's heartbreaking! You're still pretty bowlegged... but not near as bad as you used to be! Your left leg used to be so turned in that you would trip yourself with it if you started moving too quickly. Don't worry- it's getting better:) Supposedly it forces you to have better balance in the long-run and makes you more coordinated when it comes to sports... I'm keeping my fingers crossed! I just hope your growing pains go away!! I would love to start potty training with you, but don't know if I have the patience for it just yet... we'll see. Maybe by the next post we will have made some progress!

Where has the time gone?

Once upon a time I started a blog in the futile hopes of it becoming a journal for my little boy. You know- a make shift chronicle of all the little things he does that only his mommy would find interesting. I even commented on the fact that I hoped it wouldn't turn out like my attempts at sewing, scrap booking or cooking... low and behold it was even more short lived than those- and that's saying something. As I read back my "single" entry I remembered all the insignificant things I wrote about and both laughed and felt a little sad that I hadn't kept up like I had wanted too. While the text, I'm sure if read by outsiders would seem kinda silly, it was so sweet to me. I loved remembering my baby like that.
Now, two and a half years and an extra little boy later- I'm going to try again. I'll have to come up with some sort of system. Maybe I can set an alarm to remind me to blog. Maybe I'll just have the drive to do it on my own... probably not- alarm it is! What's a reasonable frequency to commit to? For someone like me... is weekly a little too ambitious? Yep, though I do wish I had that much tenacity. How 'bout trying for monthly just to start- I think that sounds realistic. Monthly it is! Now, let's hurry and get

June out of the way before I give up again.

Our household has become a little busier this year. Actually, it seems to be a lot busier. With Rob's new business, Uncle Wesley living with us since the New Year- fun fun, but I'm sick of cleaning up a 4th little boy's mess in the bathroom, a very busy 3 year old and a very attached 2 year old- you could say my days have become a little more... "lively" than I had previously hoped for. Yes, lively is a good way of putting it. I mop at least twice a week, which you'd think would be plenty, but noooooo- not even close. And while I have always been clean- being married to an OCD personality has made me a little ca-razy! I can't stand going to bed with dishes in the sink, toys on the floor or anything out of place. I swear, the crumbs would find their way onto the floor if the home was empty for a week- I'm sure of it! Where do they all come from? Would it be weird to place a drop cloth under my boys (Uncle Wes most of all) while their eating? I'm seriously considering it!! Wes isn't even allowed to use glass cups in our house for fear he'll drop one... again.

Canyon! Oh Canyon! My little man! You're just barely 3 and a half and not a day goes by where you don't send me to my knees laughing at some of the things that pop out of your mouth. When you've decided you've had enough of something, like veggies, or milk or water or whatever happens to be in front of you- you'll tell me "Mommy, I think I've had enough "salad" for one day." Or if you want some sort of treat mommy won't give you you'll say "Mommy, Dr. Hurley (your pediatrician) says it's okay to have 1 marshmallow today." I think Uncle Wesley heard you say the "d" word a couple months ago (thanks Daddy) and when he asked you what you said you wouldn't tell him, so he convinced you that you had said "crammit" which has now become our swear word of choice. It's so cute when something makes you mad and you say "Crammit!" Though I'm sure it's in poor taste to encourage you to say anything resembling a bad word- I just love it! Just a few months ago when you'd get mad about something you'd get a little scowl on your face, cross your arms tightly across your chest and grumble "I'm mad!" you did that for about a year and then it just suddenly stopped:( I miss it! You occasionally do your whole Buzz Lightyear angry speech, which I still crack up at. You'll yell something about "spaceman... eyeballs... sockets!" I LOVE it!! You ask pretty much every person you see in public what their name is and when they respond by asking you what your name is you state "I'm Tanyon Corcoran." Why you can you pronounce the "C" in your last name clear as day, but not in your first name is beyond me. We're working on it, but I'm in no hurry to correct you. You're so smart! If you see a car with the same make/model as a car of ours you tell us! You can point out pretty much everyone's car you know when we're out and about. Mommy can't even do that half the time! And your "bi-jraff" blanket! It's our favorite word of yours! I hope you always call it your "bi-jraff" blanket!!

Crue-cumber! My sweet little baby. Lately, everything is "Why not?" and "Ohhh" and "Golf cart" and "I go daddy's office" and "Wipe my nose" and "Wipe my hands" (Canyon didn't like to be dirty either, but you're taking things to a WHOLE new level) and "Hold me." Every word out of your mouth is adorable. You can't help it- you're just so cute! You cannot live without your football blanket! At one point mommy had two of them, but while we were shopping at Christmas time we lost one- tragic! -And I'm not being the least bit sarcastic! What was I going to do without a spare in case of emergencies?! I searched far and wide! Every fabric store, online, called the mall multiple times to see if it had been recovered... everything! The fabric was no longer available and so... we cut up the one we had. First in two- you were NOT happy with me, but you survived. Then we cut those pieces in half too- at this point you had gotten used to disappointment in your life and didn't even shed a tear- how sad that I broke you so early;) Now we've lost one of the four and have three scraps of football fuzzy fleece floating around the house. If I can't find one- all I need to do is look in your green garbage truck where you usually stash it. Thank goodness you're consistent!! The multiple pieces seem to be working out well and I'm not looking forward to taking the blanket away all together in the future. I wonder if there is some sort of 12 step program for doing that... hmmm. To the internet!! You change your clothes 3-5 times a day- it was adorable the first couple days, now it's just maddening. It would be one thing if you just liked to change things up once in a while, but you insist on pulling everything out of drawers and off hangers when you really only like wearing the same stuff over and over and over. You LOVE your Pablo shirt, you're obsessed with your Dinosaur shirt (which is way TOO small) and you love wearing your airplane hoodie. The other night you were throwing a tantrum (the 2's have definitely kicked in) and when I told you your hoodie was in the wash you marched right upstairs and screamed in the laundry room until I came in, took the wet thing out of the washer and put it on you. You wore it without complaint for probably 20 minutes or so and then decided to move on to your dinosaur shirt. A couple months ago while we were Aunt Kelly's- Otzi nipped at you and now every time you see a doggie you ask "Bite me?" and when I tell you "No sweetie, it won't bite you" you respond "Lick me?" to which I just say "Yes." That quick little exchange between you and I has not transitioned to every time you put on your dinosaur shirt on:) You'll look down at the little T-Rex and ask "Mommy, bite me?" and it goes on--- ADORABLE! Your current favorite is having mommy or daddy sing Rock-a-bye-baby- or in your words "Rockababy." We usually have to sing it over and over and you LOVE being held like a baby. After we're done you request ABC's and then you're content. It's so fun having a 2 year old. You say the cutest things and are the sweetest little man! You sit on mommy's lap and pretend to pick the "bumpies" off my neck and throw them- is that your way of telling me I should probably go see a dermatologist?? You're probably right:)

We love you both so much and know that we are the luckiest Mommy and Daddy to have you two! Help mommy remember to blog again next month! Can-can, you never forget anything so I'm holding you responsible;)