december five :: 101 weeks old

Sean is 101 weeks old today.
He's our household comedian.

He loves to look at books, magazines, even the newspaper. I'm glad he likes books, I'm a reader, and want my kids to be also. Hubby only reads the newspaper, mainly for the sports section.

Mack likes to be in the standing position. And he is always in awe of Sean. I think maybe he'll start to walk early - to try and catch up/keep up to Sean. It's always a possibility.

Today I got about four hundred million loads of laundry folded, and there is probably another five hundred loads of laundry more to do. I did go out for lunch with 4 other moms from Mack's playgroup. We're like the 5 muskateers. We're the closest out of the 12 of us in playgroup. I kind of like that. After lunch (which was really good and Mack slept the ENTIRE time during lunch so I had my hands free - that was nice!), I went with one of the other moms, I guess a mom that I am the closest with (her husband actually has season tickets two seats down from my family's season tickets to the Habs games) to the mall that is attached to where we went for lunch. We checked out winners and I ended up picking up something for Sean for his birthday (or Christmas/Chanukah, I haven't decided which one yet) and also a cute "airplane" bag for Sean, which I've started to fill with little (new) things for him, for our plane ride to Florida. Anyone got idea for traveling with a 2 year old?

Have you ever seen a 2nd child jealous? It's happened twice now. Mack will be chilling, and then Sean will go over to Jamie and climb up on his lap, and Mack will start to pout his lower lip and then bawl his eyes out. As soon as Jamie takes him and puts him on his lap too, the crying stops. I've heard of the older kid being jealous, but the younger one??

This evening we went out for dinner with Jamie's dad & step-mom for dinner to celebrate Jamie's 33rd birthday - which is Wednesday (10th). We went back to a restaurant I'd been to before, back in June for my family birthday dinner. I really enjoyed my meal. I now know to never order stuffed pasta for Sean, he's not really a fan of tortillini. Good to know.

The next is only for mothers or others who can tolerate kid stories. If this doesn't interest you, check back tomorrow for another post - I'm ending my blog post today with this story. So, in the middle of the meal, Sean had a smelly diaper. Ok. So I go to the bathroom. No changing table. WTF? So I change him on the restaurant bathroom floor. Fun. At the end of the meal, we were just enjoying some wine and relaxing at the table. Sean starts telling me "caca" again, repeating it over and over again. I told him I just changed him. Then Jamie's dad told us a story about the boy who cried wolf... in respects to Sean repeating himself about going to the bathroom, and offering advice on how to get Sean to stop just repeating "caca". Just as he's finishing telling us, I feel Sean's entire body rumble, and he goes. Ok, so he was telling the truth. And I guess for not believing him when he said that he had to go, not only did he go, but he went and it got all over me. All I have to say, is that I am so happy that I was wearing brown pants. Obviously I did not have a change of clothing for myself, but I didn't have a change of clothing for Sean. Yes, I carry around a change of clothing for Mack, but at the age of 2, I didn't think I needed to carry around a change of clothing for Sean anymore, especially not to a restaurant that was a few streets away from us. As soon as that happened, we had to leave.

Going to plop myself on the couch and knit a bit. It's been one of those evenings.