O.N.G.

Kids are parrots. They repeat everything. Hence, Riley's first words being, "oh shit." Yeah, I know...Mother Of The Year. Hey, who would have thought that all those days of me holding her and dropping stuff, it would actually affect her vocabulary...although for her memory's sake, she'll just know she said "momma" first.

And now that Ronan is Mr. Chatty Chuck, he's repeating the most random things. He recites parts of television commercials, songs from his favorite shows and his latest, saavy texting vocab.

You can imagine the smile on my face when he was annoyed at my offering to him of healthy foods when he exclaimed:

O.N.G., Momma. No fank-you. No Ban-ya. I want some-fing wike diff-went. Some-fing in the cwoset.

Translation: Omg. Mom. No thanks. Why would I want to eat a banana when I can have chocolate chip cookies that are perched on the top shelf of the pantry.

Ronan-ism #0210

*Ronan sneezes 3-4 times.

Me: Bless you, Ronan.
Ronan: Fanks (thanks). *Sneezes again.*
Me: Bless you, AGAIN!
Ronan: I don't know why I keep doin' dat. I keep on ha-chooing ober and ober again. And I keep on doin' da ha-chooing!

Me: (thinking I should do a better job dusting?)

Exhausted

...and how couldn't you be, when your day consists of playing, eating, playing and more playing...
Ronan loves his toys. He loves his cars and he loves playing with those cars. He played so hard that at around bedtime one night, in the middle of playing, he passed out...

And yes, those are pizzelles you see on the plate in front of him. He never did get the chance to eat them....

Update on Ronan, in a nut (I mean not a nut because he's allergic) shell...

1.  The man of little words is stringing together sentences.  I asked him to come over to me so I could change his stinky butt and he said, "wait a second momma."  Uhhh, okay, I guess I'll just have to wait.

2.  He still hits.  I hate it and I don't know what to do about it. I am clueless and nothing I do is working...

3.  He told his first lie last week.  He goes to feeding therapy every week to help him with his textures.  Last week, Ryan took him.  He was having a tough time, not wanting to do anything and clinging to Ryan.  BUT, when I asked him what he did with Miss Janet (the therapist), he said without a pause, "my put my hand in applesauce, momma."  His nose is growing as we speak.

4.  He now calls his scooter a "cooter" and I can't help but laugh everytime I hear it.  

5.  He threw a hairbrush and it hit me in the mouth.  It hurts and now my lip is swollen.  For a split second, I wanted to walk out of the house and never come back, but then an hour later, sitting at the dinner table, Ronan broke out into opera and I'm still here...laughing.

6.  He screams like a girl.  It hurts and doesn't sound as pretty as Mariah Carey's belches.

7.  He asks to look at his poop in his diaper.  I think it's disgusting, he thinks it's "gwoss."  Why he does it, I'll  never know.  

8.  He says I look like a "Pwincess" in my wedding pictures.  Makes up for my anger during #5.

9.  He thinks it's funny when anyone pretends to get hurt.  Ryan pretends to run into a door, he laughs.  Riley pretends to slap herself in the face, he laughs.  Not sure if it's something I need to worry about.  

10.  And now, he loves 'hide and seek.'  And I love scaring the crap out of him when I hide and he seeks.  Probably traumatizing him, but I freaking love hearing him scream and run away. LOL.

RaysBall Game

I could probably count on one hand the number of baseball games I have been to in my lifetime. I've just never really had a strong interest in going to these games that seem to last forever. I will say, though, that since Ronan has been born, I have had this inkling desire to get him into sports and baseball just happens to be one of them...so maybe someday, I'll be one of those moms going to every game. Until then, this is all I have to show for it:
The Tropicana Field in St. Petersburg is pretty cool. It's indoor. And being that we are in Tampa, it just seems to make sense. I would've never volunteered to go to a game if it were outside, either in the brutal heat and humidity or the insane afternoon rains. But, I did want to go to a game, so Ryan was able to get our family some inexpensive tickets for Coast Guard Day with the Rays.

And yes, that is a big blow-up something wearing a Coast Guard uniform. Pretty cool, huh?

Our seats were out there. We were near the broadcaster guy I see on TV occasionally, when I happen to be in the same room when Ryan watches the game. Other than that, not too exciting. Haha.

Hmmm...let's see...How should I sum up our experience at the game?

4 tickets to the game: $34.00

Parking that was supposed to be free, but wasn't because they said the lots were full, but weren't: $10

Blooming Onion and a Beer from the Outback Stand: $15.50

An order of nachos with cheese and jalepenos: $12

Going to the baseball game to have the kids play at the play area: Free

Hearing Riley ask how long this was all going to be, one minute after we parked: PRICELESS, and slightly painful. LOL.

Can't wait for the next one, although I think Ryan said, under his breath...that he was going to the next game alone. Not sure why...since we had such a blast. Haha.

Stop Being So Cute!

I call them hambones. Because they are. Naturally, I take lots of pictures. I'm Asian, that's what we do. So, being that these little beings are my children, they have had their picture taken more than a Victoria's Secret model during a fashion show. They see the camera and immediately say "cheese." They pause after the flash and then ask to see the picture on the screen of my digital camera. It's what they were trained to do. These photos were no exception...they smiled and smiled and laughed...and these are the shots I got:

No, really, could they be any cuter?