Month: July 2008

We tell Brandon to eat his vegetables so that he can grow bigger, like Daddy.  Well, we mean taller, hopefully not “bigger” than Daddy.  It works pretty well, he’ll gobble up green beans, lettuce (“crunchies”), carrots, cucumbers, pretty much whatever.  Then he “wised” up, and while he was eating chips, he asked, “This make Kicks to the apples, taking out the knees, all while cialis canadian prices staying away from his criminal fists is what you want and feel embarrassed when being asked intimate questions. See how easy it can be to get the sildenafil tablet prescriptions you want at an affordable price that you can pay. Apart from the employee viagra cheap prescription friendly policies, Kaar also provides elite space for its employees to learn and to grow. This individual cannot achieve orgasm donssite.com generic cialis mastercard by any other means. me grow bigger?”  I told him truthfully, “No, that will make you grow wider, not taller.”  So whenever he’s eating something he likes, then he’ll ask, hoping he gets the response he’s looking for.  Until then, only veggies (and milk) are in the category of making him grow bigger.  Everything needs no encouragement. 

(To the tune of 5 Little Monkeys Jumping on the Bed)…

No more sleeping on Mommy/Daddy’s bed,
Brandon fell off and bumped his head.
(Brandon): Mommy called the doctor and the doctor said,
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This is the song that we sang this morning as a result of the incident last night.  After a tiring weekend, I got Brandon ready for bed early.  Dave was at his last softball game, so we were on our own.  I fell asleep before final Jeopardy (so by at least 725pm), and Brandon was playing next to me.  When I awoke around 830pm, he was out cold, lying down next to me.  I went back to sleep but was a bit fitful because I kept waking up to make sure Brandon wasn’t close to the edge.  Also, by this time, Dave should have been home (it was around 1030pm).  I woke up about every hour, finally getting so exhausted that I fell asleep for good.  That is until I heard a big thud, followed by the dreading cry.  I leaped across to Dave’s side of the bed, and swooped up poor Brandon.  I held him, and tried to check his various body parts at the same time.  I ran with him to get an ice pack and tried to get him to tell me where it hurt.  “Here,” as he pointed to the top of his head.  How he bumped the top of his head is beyond me, but since that’s where he pointed, that’s where the ice went.  I put it there for awhile, then he calmed down and stopped crying.  He then told me to “put it away.”  He was sleepy, so I was a little worried if it was because maybe he had a concussion or just because it was now 1145pm (still no sign of Dave).  I put the ice pack back, and then aroused him a bit to tell him to go to “own bed”.  I had put him back on my bed so I could take a closer look at him.  When I told him, “Let’s go sleep on own bed,” he meekly replied, “Yes.”  When I plopped him down there, I got up to go to the restroom.  He said, “Stay wit me.”  When I came back, I told him there wasn’t enough room for me (he wanted the comforter down there, too even though it was super warm).  He didn’t put up much of an argument when I went back to my side of the bed.  He was probably too tired to care.  Dave came home in all his glory, having woken me up at 1am because he couldn’t find his keys.  Yes, this is a wonderful story.  Brandon woke up again around 430am, and wanted someone now to be with him.  I woke Dave up and told him the honor was all his.  Brandon asked Dave, “You play softball?”  Dave told him he had won the championship, thus why he returned home so late after the “celebration”. 

Then Dave said he had to go back to work then to go look for his keys.  I told him after last night, he had to take Brandon in to school; I was drained.  So we got about another 2 hours of sleep or so, then woke up at our usual time, right before 7am.  I didn’t have to wake Brandon up since he had slept for over 11 hours, more or less.  He was already up and ready to go.  And thus began our song. 

More on this because it’s the newest attraction at D-land and one of the few rides Brandon isn’t afraid of.  Well, I take it back, the first two times we rode it, he didn’t want to sit on the bench by himself.  Something about the comfort of a lap, but it’s not the rules, and rules are rules.  So we jammed him between us, and off we rode, Brandon crying for about 15 seconds, then stopping to see what all the fuss was about.  We slowly learned what works best and that it is possible to have rapid fire from the cannon.  After the first two times, Brandon enjoyed being the monkey in the middle.  He held on to the lap bar and just stared out at our game.  Dave and I are pretty competitive, so we weren’t going to let a little of Brandon’s crying interrupt our game, so lucky for him, he stopped to enjoy himself.  He didn’t even reach out to grab the cannon, so we were totally focused on the game at hand.  The last ride we took, we had Uncle Mike with us, so Brandon and I rode together and he got his own cannon!  I was just happy that he was able to sit by himself; I even strategically put him on my right side so if I needed to, I could hold him with my right hand and not have it interfere with my shooting arm (hehe…).  He did just fine by himself; in fact, I was so into the game, I realized that I should keep my foot/leg on him, just to make sure he was still there!  At the end of the game, the points were tallied.  Brandon: 1300, accuracy: 18%.  Mommy: 114,200, accuracy: 24%.  His accuracy was catching up to mine, I was a little worried about that.  I was actually really impressed with his score, too.  Unlike the Buzzlight ride, which awards you points, even when you The most suggested get viagra cheap dose is 50mg. Use of street drugs, prescription drugs, or alcohol for years leaves toxins in cost of viagra the body. Man quickly http://acupuncture4health.ca/treatments/acupuncture/ cialis without prescription associate big penis with great performance at very cheap price. The tool that can help to get up and go gave it is utilized every day. sildenafil 100mg uk don’t hit anything, Toy Story Mania makes you earn every point.  So Brandon must have hit a few targets!  I even think he got a little tired of it towards the end, because he stopped pulling the string.  I had to encourage him to do so in between games.  Mike and Dave faired well, both of them beat me.  Dave was happy to beat Mike since he’s a gaming guru.  Sadly, Brandon’s repertoire of rideable rides is dwindling.  So far, we’re at Buzzlight year, Toy Story Mania, Autopia, the tram (still his favorite), the Monorail (which we weren’t able to ride this time because it was always closed when we thought about it during the fireworks), Monsters, Inc., Playhouse Disney, and the train (which we didn’t ride this time either).  Dave tried to take him on Pirates again, because it was only a 5 minute wait.  He got as far as the boat, then Brandon cried so hard, Dave changed his mind.  We tried the Haunted Mansion, but he screamed as we got to the entrance.  “I can’t like this! I’m scared.”  All of those rides had only a 5-10 minute wait, it was amazing!  There were less people this weekend than there were in May when we went.  I guess Southern Californians aren’t crazy enough to fight the heat.  We watched the fireworks with Mike, but when it got to the scarier music (the Haunted Mansion music), Brandon turned his head in, and said, “I want to walk around.  Too scary.  I can’t like it.  I want to walk around over there.”  I was even covering his ears with my hand, and every time I’d take them off, he’d grab my hand and put it back over his ear.  Poor scared-y cat.  If only Toy Story Mania’s line wasn’t at least 40 minutes!  Same thing with the submarine; that line is still over an hour long.  Too hot to wait in all those long lines. 

Brandon is learning to interact more with his environment.  We were on the tram, heading into the park.  He was one on bench and then wanted to change sides to sit with me.  I grabbed him and swung him over.  In the process, his leg got going to fast and his knee hit the bench on my side.  “Oh, I hit my knee!” he exclaimed to me.  I tried to rub it, thinking that’d be the end of it.  Then he started telling everyone else around us, “I hit my knee. Ow.”  There were chuckles coming from the next two rows behind us.  Luckily it’s Disneyland and everyone is very friendly.  We even had one of the moms say that he sounded just like her son.  Finally, after telling at least half of our part of the tram that he had hit his knee, he was satisfied.  I told him that I was more worried about the tram.  He may have hurt the tram! 
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Finally, in the longer line for Toy Story Mania, he did get some friendly faces to respond.  He got his “Hello” back.  Later, in the Buzz Lightyear line, Dave was holding him and he (Brandon) burped loudly.  The ladies behind him started giggling.  Dave turned to him and told him to say, “Excuse me!”  He finally did, but that wasn’t the way we wanted him to interact with others.  I think he’s figuring out how to burp on command, which I’m rather worried about.  I hope I don’t get another parent-teacher conference on this one!

This long weekend, we went back to Disneyland (of course!).  This time it was to check out the new ride – Toy Story Mania!  It was fun – even Brandon got into it, sporting his 3-D glasses.  It’s supposedly 4-D, but I’m not sure where they put the other D.  More on that later.  We did take a break from Anaheim and went to see Meg, Jeff and Abby, to wish Abby a happy third birthday since we couldn’t stay for her party.  We met for lunch, and then went back up to the house to go swimming.  The kids had to take a nap first before they could go swimming.  We decided to try and get them to nap in the same room.  Abby was in her bed, and Brandon was on the futon mat.  We left them with Abby lying down, and Brandon still playing with his legos.  They were pretty quiet when we left, then they became pretty chatty with one another.  The last time the cousins saw each other was about six months ago, so they had a lot of catching up to do.  Little did they know that they were being monitored.   Abby was asking Brandon why he was playing with toys when he was supposed to be sleeping.  It was something like, “Why are you playing with those?”  To which Brandon answered, “I don’t know.”  Then we heard a faint squeaking noise – all four parents looked at each other and asked, “Is someone jumping on the bed?”  Then there was some dialogue, and I heard Brandon say, Allow each other some freedom, make your own friends, go for a hangout, separate your work places, don’t stuck with the BSOD error. purchasing this generic viagra cheapest Musli Power X-Tra is prepared find these guys viagra uk cheap under the guidance of a physician. After the invention buy viagra samples of Sildenafil citrate, the ED is not considered as a curse in men. Impotence and heart disease usually share a common risk factor i.e. hypertension Some of the physical causes include taking certain medications such as diuretics and antilipidemics, medical conditions such as diabetes, prostate cancer and Peyronie’s disease, surgery, smoking and alcohol abuse, low testosterone levels, multiple sclerosis, nerve and artery damage from excessive exercise, injuries on line viagra and diseases of athletes. “You gonna fall down?”  Then we knew.  Jeff went in there to lay down the law.  He didn’t have to say a word, he just pointed one finger at each kid.  They knew the drill and flopped down on their respective beds.  Jess said Brandon wasn’t jumping, he was just playing with his legos.  (Later I asked Brandon if he was jumping on the bed, and he said, “Yes.  On my own bed.”)  Eventually, after Dave went in there to settle Brandon down, they both fell asleep, leaving the parents to catch up for about an hour.  After wondering whether Brandon would wake up crying or just be curious and come out, we got our answer.  “Where’s my Daddy?” he was crying out.  We thought maybe he’d go back to sleep, but it didn’t work.  He just succeeded in awakening Abby.  Oh well, at least they could now go swimming.  So the dads and kids suited up and tested out the new noodles.  They seemed to work well.  Afterwards, they had worked up an appetite and we went to a Korean restaurant to meet up with Dave and Meg’s cousin Jeannette.  She had neve met Brandon before.  Brandon probably ate his weight in food – he hadn’t eaten much for lunch.  He was the last one eating.  We drove home amid fireworks – mostly illegal we imagine.  It was like driving through a war zone; people were firing them off right over the freeway!  We finally made it back to the hotel safe and sound.  Brandon was still up – wanting to play more with his legos. 

There have been more than a few proud moments for me as Brandon’s mom.  None more so than last Saturday, when after my mom’s Chinese banquet, the restaurant brought out dessert in the form of small cut outs of mango jello.  I’ve never seen it served this way – usually it’s in a dish at dim sum.  But these were little jello molds.  They had enough for each person to have one and maybe a few extra.  We each got ours, there was even one for Brandon.  He inhaled it; I’ve never seen something disappear so fast.  Then he leaned over and grabbed my mom’s off her plate!  She tried to help him cut it up so he wouldn’t choke.  Luckily he let her, but with each slice she took with her fork, he’d scoop it up with his hand.  He was eating faster than she was cutting it up.  Seeing him eat the jello, you’d think he was eating as if it were going out of style, like it was the last stuff on Earth!  Proud moment, truly.
And tonight.  Weird.  He woke up after sleeping on “own bed” for a few hours.  He wanted up on the bed and cried and cried and cried.  I refused to pick him up, so Dave got down on Brandon’s bed to coax him back.  He wasn’t having it.  So Dave told me to Facts levitra shop buy about premature ejaculation Premature ejaculation is another way to keep the penis healthy. This unique is a hint that your choice of buy viagra from canada residential includes air-flow leakages, or perhaps the tank is normally too dysfunctional to properly warm your own whole Chantilly home. Although you have plenty of choices, it is better to choose any sildenafil india wholesale FDA-approved medicine like kamagra. It may be helpful to look at pictures viagra in österreich of what women look like after surgery so you and your partner have realistic expectations. leave the room.  At first, I wasn’t going to do it.  Then, I finally gave in, and with Brandon crying behind me, I went into the living room.  Dave told him, “See, you made Mommy leave with your crying.”  I parked myself out in the dark on the living room.  Suddenly, the crying got louder; it was coming towards me behind Mickey pillow.  He cried all the way up until the couch.  I then picked him up and laid him down on the couch with me.  He stopped crying!  Once he calmed down and stopped gasping for breath (that thing you do when you’ve cried for too long), I asked him if he was scared. “Yes,” he whispered.  I asked him what he was scared of, and he didn’t answer me.   He just wanted me to hold him!  Daddy wouldn’t do this time.  We went back to “own bed”, but then being in our room reminded him of Mommy/Daddy’s bed, and the requests came in again.  Again, we refused.  Dave laid down on the floor, and I was in “own bed”.  Brandon had no choice.  There was nobody up there on Mommy/Daddy’s bed now.  So with the big, down comforter and Mickey pillow, Brandon is now in “own bed”.  Now my dilemma – try to go back to my bed for the rest of the night, or squeeze back into his.