Brotherly Love

Ashton was pushing Talan around the house in his stroller today. Talan likes to ride in the stroller. A while later I heard Ashton reading. I went to see where he had left Talan. This is what I found...

Welcome to my day

Talan ate a piece of deodorant he found on the floor. He won't eat dinner but he's happy to eat deodorant. Maybe I should wrap deodorant in a piece of cheese so at least he gets a bit of nutrition.

10 Months

He speaks

Since we've been back from Kansas I've noticed Talan is acting more like a kid than a baby. 

Yesterday he was off playing in the 'map room'. I said, " Talan, you want to eat?" He turned around...crawled over to his seat and waited. 

Every night we brush his 4 teeth. Its my turn first and then I give the toothbrush to him and count to ten. That is Talan's turn. Lately he has been taking the toothbrush out of his mouth before I get to 10 and saying "duh" (done). 

Does this mean he really does know what NO means.

Another lovely day

As if yesterday wasn't crappy enough. Today I spent the evening in the emergency room. Boys will be boys. We were having dinner at Quiznos. Got to love the $5 large subs. Anyway, we were just done eating and Ashton wanted to entertain his brother. He started hopping from one side of Talan's highchair to the other and Talan thought it was hilarious. This just made Ashton want to go faster and be louder to make Talan laugh even harder. I should have known what was coming next. Ashton apparently was acting like a chicken while hopping back and forth and slipped and hit his face on a chair. He screamed like someone was killing him and then began crying hysterically. I was surprisingly calm since he IS the most dramatic kid ever. Then I turned around and saw Brad carrying him to the bathroom and heard something along the lines of bleeding face. So I get Talan and go in the bathroom...Brad turns around and says, "he's going to need stitches." I go out and ask the Quiznos people to call an ambulance and they just stare at me. (they were not from this country and had no idea what I was saying) This nice girl turns around in line and says "I will call 911...they don't even know what you're saying" 

The paramedics get there and by that time Brad has a paper towel pressed up to Ashton's head and the bleeding as well as Ashton's crying is controlled. The paramedics bandage him up and give us the choice to ride in the ambulance or drive our self. Ashton opted for the ambulance. After the Dr's looked at his head they decided that instead of stitches he was the perfect candidate for super glue. One nurse came in and cleaned his cut out with saline which by the looks of Ashton's face stung horribly....but he didn't cry. He always tries to be really strong around other people. He barely cried when he got his staples in, but it wasn't hysterical crying and he kept perfectly still. Then the Dr came in and cleaned his wound with soap which almost made him cry but he stayed strong. Why can't he be this tough all the time. Anyway, he is glued back together. 

This is Ashton's third visit to the emergency room. The first was when he was about 11 months old...he opened the broiler door while the broiler was on and stuck his hand on the inside of the door. Second time was just after he turned 5...he was doing ninja moves at Omaha Steaks and fell and hit his head on the table. That resulted in  5 staples to the back of the head. I'm hoping this is the third and final time for a while. 

Later Brad said that when he had Ashton in the bathroom he said "well, so much for the entertainment" ha ha. Leave it to Ashton to say something 

funny. 

Why my day SUCKED yesterday...

1. After going through security at the Kansas City Airport we see Talan's diaper leaked and he has a big pee spot on his pants. I didn't pack any other clothes in the carry on bags because I wasn't expecting him to pee on himself. I guess that is what happens when I try the walmart brand of diapers because they are only $5.74

2.  Talan loves yogurt! I thought it would be good to get him a little bottle of yogurt smoothie for the plane. It started out as a good idea. About 10 minutes later up it came. I was fortunate (or unfortunate depending on how you look at it) to get my hand under his chin to catch the majority of the spew. Now Talan has yogurt throw up stained shirt and pee pants. 

3. After the episode of him throwing up the yogurt I put his cup in the seat pocket in front of me since I couldn't reach the bag. He was not getting any more of that stuff! All the sudden I hear a popping noise and look over to see yogurt spewing from the straw of the cup about 6 inches up in the air. I immediately put my finger in the straw thinking that would stop it but as soon as my finger moved the yogurt continued to fly out of the straw. Brad suggested taking the lid off, but it was screwed on too tight. After several minutes of me freaking out trying to figure out what to do the lid came unscrewed and stopped the fountain of yogurt. It stayed unscrewed for the remainder of the flight. 

4. Turns out I get a little airsick. Never used to be the case. The landing about killed me. I was sure I was going to throw up. Especially with Talan crawling back and forth. We're taking the train to Kansas next time.

5. We get to Atlanta where our layover was. Lunch at Moe's and an very intense search for a Nickelodeon magazine. We got back to our gate and saw our flight was delayed an hour because apparently everyone wants to go to Baltimore. I didn't WANT to go to Baltimore. I was forced to go to Baltimore because no flights were offered into Reagan or they were a million dollars. 

6. Our airplane was apparently overbooked. While we were waiting at the gate a guy came over the loudspeaker and said that they were giving away a free round trip ticket to anyone who would give up their seat to go on a later flight. Since there was nothing else to do I watched the many people go up to the gate desk and complain about the delayed flight as if that 1 man could do anything with air traffic control. Anyway, there were these 2 women that went up to the desk and took the deal. They left their boarding passes at the gate desk and started their 5 hour wait for the next flight. When we were on the flight these 2 women got on. I wondered what the heck they were doing. Then they realized they were sitting in the awful seat 29 and threw a fit. They just couldn't sit there. Funny enough we were sitting in seat 29 on the way to Atlanta when Talan threw up and the yogurt took on a mind of its own. Maybe that is a cursed seat. So they go argue with the captain and finally make some random lady move to the back because heaven forbid they don't get to sit together for an hour. 

7. The flight was pretty bumpy and I was sure I was going to loose my lunch. As if I wasn't feeling claustrophobic enough, one of the ladies that couldn't sit in seat 29 got up...walked to the back of the plane....walked back up the isle and stood right next to my seat. I seriously nearly punched her. It wasn't that she was just standing my my seat but it was that her large butt was right in my face and I didn't understand why she couldn't stand by her own seat only 2 rows ahead. 

8. We get to the airport (FINALLY!)  and I think our day of disasters is done with. Of course not. I waited for all the bags from Phoenix to get picked up and then waited for all the bags from Atlanta to get picked up. And they did...except for one of my bags. Of course it would be one of my bags...the entire universe was against me yesterday. And, it really would be less annoying, but we had someone there picking us up and I felt bad about making her wait. So I get into the "lost luggage office" and all I had to say was I'm missing one of my bags. The lady said, "is your last name Coates?" Some moron put my bag on a flight to Savannah. They are sending my bag to the airport and someone from the airport is going to deliver it to my house. At 1:26 am they apparently called me to deliver the bag. No flipping way I'm even answering my phone at 1:26 am. Plus I didn't even hear it. It was delivered to the other 615 which is a totally different complaint. 

So....that is my crappy day. I'm happy to be home and hope today is better. 

When Ashton was a baby Brad and I somehow ended up with a stuffed diaper wearing bear who sings about the fact that he is a super-dooper-pooper while dancing. We ran across this bear recently and decided Talan might like it. Not so much. Sometimes he tolerates the bear and other times we get a reaction like this one: 

 

Talan's screaming finally unveiled

I bet you think this sounds really cute, right? 

And that is just practice. 

Hawk Stalk

Tuesday was a very exciting day. Word on the street was that the Kansas Jayhawks were going to be in DC touring the white house as well as other stops. The jayhawks, in case you have been living on another planet, won the 2008 Championship. We are proud jayhawk fans in this house. I went to pick up my friend Julie, who is also a hawk fan, planning on a nice trip to the most amazing thrift store ever. She informed me however that the jayhawks were in town so we decided to make our husbands very proud and stalk these basketball stars.  

After the tour of the White House the hawks were supposed to arrive at the supreme court for lunch. Julie and I parked in front of the Washington Monument and walked all the way to the other side of the National Mall and around the Capital to the Supreme Court. As luck would have it the jayhawks were getting off their bus just as we were rounding the corner. We immediately take off running down the street with our poor children bouncing up and down in the strollers. There was a small gathering of people but we were the only true fans that came with autographable items and sharpies. The players stood on the steps of the supreme court for a few minutes while pictures were being taken and then they darted up the steps to have lunch with the big wigs. My favorite player (mostly because I can always recognize him as he is the only extremely tall white guy), Sasha Kaun, stayed behind the group to sign things and take pictures. 

On the way to the supreme court Julie was telling me how she crumbles in the presence of a celebrity. Well, I found out Tuesday I crumble as well. I made a complete fool of myself. I had no control over the words coming out of my mouth.  In my defense, it was a very intimidating experience in general,  and Sasha is like 9 feet tall which makes it even more intimidating. Whatever, he doesn't even remember who I am....either that or he will never come back due to the crazy lady that made him sign her baby's shirt. 

No wonder

Talan is 2 teeth closer to chowing through a big fat steak. One of his top teeth is pushing through right now and the other is right behind it. Yay Talan!

The pain of his new white teeth ripping through his gums has also brought on another habit which I'm realizing is not as cute as it was the first time. If Talan isn't happy he screams. Its not a crying scream it is a 12 year old girl screaming at a Jonas Brothers concert scream. I'm hoping the screaming simmers down a bit after the teeth are fully through. I've made numerous attempts to get this new found voice on video, but of course he stops as soon as he sees the camera. One of these days.