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Our camera is broken.   It got jammed full of sand in the bottom of the beach bag on our first morning at the beach this past weekend.   Waaaa.  

Casey’s aunt and uncle have a beachfront condo in Ocean City, Maryland, and they offered it to us for the weekend, which we thought about for maybe half a second before jumping in  with a “Yahoo!”   It was a great trip.     There was only one snag besides the camera – Cooper wailed the whole first night and a quick trip to the local urgent care in the morning confirmed another set of ear infections in both ears.   Poor little Coop.   A prescription of Augmentin and he was a new kid by lunchtime.   But I do wonder a bit about those ears of his.  

It was a little insane, though, traveling to New York City and then to the beach in one week with two little guys.   They were troopers, though perhaps now a little too attached to the DVD player in the car.   We  buckled in for some quick errands today, and Cooper cried the whole way, pointing desperately to the closed movie screen and wailing, “Ope-ee!   Ope-eeeeeee!”   In the best interest of their neurological development, I have also banned all other television since we’ve been back.   Except Barefoot Contessa on the Food Network, because she’s on at 5 when I’m trying to cook dinner, and because she’s so kind and nurturing, it’s practically like having a Grandma on TV to entertain the kids when there’s something hot on the stove.   And for some reason, they both really dig her.

Casey was out of town for the last few nights, too, and there has got to be some break in the day, right?   Our other “break” today was the screech of the house security system which woke the boys and I up at 6 AM this morning.   What a way to start the day…     I didn’t even turn it off until the dispatch called, because the sun was still struggling to get up and there was no way I was going to risk the fact that some early bird robber might be trying to break in.   The dispatch told me that the alarm was tripped by the glass-break sensor by my bathroom window.   Kenny talked about it all day:   “Momma?   Do you think maybe a bird flew into the window and set it off?   Or maybe my toothbrush fell off the counter?   Or was there a fire burning somewhere and our alarm heard it?   Or maybe someone flushed the toilet too loud…”   And tonight just as he drifted off to sleep, “Momma?   I sure hope that alarm doesn’t wake us all up again tomorrow.   That was really loud and I was still really sleepy.”

Me, too, baby.

I have mentioned a few times before that there is a real reason that “Cooper” rhymes with “pooper.”

The sweetest little guy  ever, and yet he manages to fill his diaper four or five times a day with what stinketh.   And twice now he’s managed to poop on the white carpet in my bedroom in the 90 seconds between being dried off after his bath and being swathed in the safety of his Pampers.

So tonight he finally did it.   He pooped in the tub.   Not a couple of floaters, or a few dainty nuggets, no.   It was a mess.   And I had filled the tub tonight with so many bubbles, who knows how long it was in there.   It wasn’t until the white froth began to dissipate that I noticed how oddly brown the water was.

“Get out of the tub!   NOW!” I screeched to Kenny, who hopped up, still unawares, but startled by my no-nonsense tone.   I grabbed Cooper out, too, then made them stand on the bath mat, dripping and freezing cold while I drained the tub and maniacally disinfected it.  

It. Was. So. Gross.   Oh my oh my oh my… YUK!   I sit shivering at the memory.

I filled the tub again with water as warm as they could stand it, and scrubbed every last crevice of their defiled little bodies until I decided that they were clean enough to hug me again.

Thank goodness Kenny thought it was kind-of funny.   He’s three, and poop is still a form of entertainment, as he yet lacks the fuller understanding of what poop is and what it’s made of.   Cooper was mad at being taken so abruptly out of the tub, but instantly  jazzed at the opportunity to get in again.   They have both already forgotten the experience, but I am still so grossed out.  

Fortunately, it was one of those days that went so well otherwise, I am able to look at it now (after a really big glass of wine and a bowl of chocolate ice cream) as par for the course in the life of a Mommy.    As Jennifer Nettles would say,
“Sh!   It happens…”

What will Kenny and Cooper remember most about our 30 hours in New York City?

Standing 10 feet away from a giant polar bear in the Central Park Zoo…

…and not quite knowing if it’s safe…

Feeling 10 feet tall…

…then suddenly very small.

A bedtime snack, way past bedtime…

…and hanging out with Uncle Dave!

We had a great trip.   We’re exhausted.   But it was worth it!

I haven’t been the most consistent of blogger lately.   Ok, I’ve gone from posting nearly every day to once a week at best.   Summer.   Two boys instead of one.   Blah blah blah.

But I have realized that, if I really do want to preserve this as a Journal/Baby Book for Kenny and Cooper some day, it might be good to back track and record a few milestones and events that have happened in the last few weeks, lest they be forgotten…

I left Cooper overnight for the first time two weeks ago.   It was the first time I’d left Kenny since being in the hospital birthing Cooper, too, for that matter.   I hopped on a train with Casey to go to New York for the night!   We stayed at the hippest hotel ever, had a cocktail in the lounge (which cost more than we usually pay to go out for dinner!), met Casey’s brother Dave and his wife, Sonila for an incredible sushi dinner, then saw In the Heights on Broadway!   The show was awesome, and Casey even liked it so much, he’s been listening to the soundtrack ever since.   It’s a sort of latin-hip-hop musical with a lot of funky dancing and a great-looking cast.   My sister and her family came out to our house to watch the boys, and they had so much fun, I don’t think they missed us for a second.   Next time we need to go away for a weekend!

Kenny has become a great little bike rider.   We’ve been going to the trail on Saturdays while Casey takes Cooper to swim lessons, and he’s gotten consistent enough that I can jog at a good clip along side him while he rides.   He’s only had the bike for a month, so the training wheels are still on, but he balances so well they barely touch the ground.   Way to go, big guy!

Kenny has spontaneously started understanding math, completely on his own.   Yesterday he told Casey that “two and one are three!” and today informed me that “if you have three things and you get another one, you have four!”   I am pretty impressed, especially because I’ve never really pointed that out to him.   He also knows all his letters, upper and lower case, and can count to 50.   He writes pretty well, too.     The only downside I see to this brilliance is that his birthday misses the legal school year by 9 days.   Ergo, he won’t go to kindergarten for another two years, when he’s turning 6.     Guess it doesn’t hurt to be at the head of the class.   I just hope he’s not bored!

Cooper has a pretty impressive list of words going:   “Bah!” (ball), “deenk” (drink), “mik” (milk), “dooce” (juice), “tease” (cheese), “appa” (apple), “ap” (up), “dah-own” (down), “BA!” (bath), “ouse” (outside), “nigh-nigh,” “bed,” “napi” (nap), “bank-et” (blanket), “DOH!” (go), “Dah-dee” (Dudley), “Da-dee!” (Daddy), “Ten-tee!” (Kenny), “Dan-dee” (Grampy), “Man-ee” (Madison – my parent’s dog), “dah-gee” (dog / doggie), “bute” (book), “Ma-mee” (water mellon), “Mama,” “crack-her” (cracker), “nak” (snack), “ray-ree” (raisins), “Da!” (dance).   I think there are a few others, but that’s all I can remember right now.

Tomorrow the boys and I are going to tag along with Casey on a business trip to New York City.   We’re staying in Times Square, and I’m bringing our in-line jogging stroller and my walking shoes and we are going to tour the town on foot for two days straight.   Kenny can’t wait, as he can vaguely remember a similar trip we took when i was pregnant with Cooper.   I’ve promised a visit to the M&Ms factory store, and you’d think we were going to Buckingham Palace.   I’m sure I’ll have lots of tales to recount on our return!

What I couldn’t mention in my Happy Birthday Post to Casey was that I planned a surprise party for him on his birthday!   It was actually the most fun and biggest stressor of my summer so far, but it went off without a hitch.  

First I told him to be home mid-afternoon, because the boys and I had a surprise for his birthday.   We took him to the docks downtown, and hopped on a sailboat for a two  hour cruise.   I had him mostly convinced that the sail was the big surprise…

After we docked I “suggested” that we head over to a local pizza joint for dinner.   It was, of course, where 38 friends and family were waiting to celebrate with us!   (The picture at the top of the post  is of Kenny, Cooper and their cousins hiding under the buffet table towards the end of the night.)   It was fun, the food was great and I think Casey was fairly surprised.     Happy Birthday, Baby!!

My handsome husband, once dubbed “The Catch of the County” by a co-worker, is turning FORTY tomorrow!

Feel free to send condolences to him via the comments section.

Ha ha.

Personally, I think he’s really just turning 35, and has been fooling me with a phony birth date all these years.       But in all seriousness, I am so proud of my man for all that he has accomplished before this milestone!       He’s an Ivy League grad who sailed around the world twice before turning 25.   After college, he moved to Japan, without even knowing the language, and lived and worked there for just under two years, becoming fluent in the language and nearly as fluent with the culture.   He has worked in more countries than I can name.   When we got engaged, he informed me that he’d saved up several years worth of frequent flier miles for whomever he wife was to be someday, so that he could fly first class to the other side of the world for the honeymoon of a lifetime.   (How lucky was I to be on the receiving end of that!)     He is a hard worker, the best at what he does, yet manages to have both breakfast and dinner with me and the boys nearly every day.   He can rattle off baseball stats and Bible verses with the best of them, and can still make reading “Curious George Takes a Job” sound fresh even when reciting  it aloud for the tenth time in one week.   He can sing and play guitar, and can throw Kenny so high into the air, I sometimes have a near heart-attack before he comes down.   And he makes the best pancakes ever.

Happy Birthday Baby!!

Summertime here on our creek has been hot and steamy most days, and until last night, we were hitting in on some sort of drought.   But the lack of rain turned out to be good for crabbing, and in the last two weeks, we’ve had record catches – as of this past Saturday, we had nearly four dozen jumbo crabs in our holding tank.   For those of you readers who do not live in the Chesapeake Bay area, this is somewhat akin to having a minor gold mine in your back yard.

We keep inviting people over to eat them with us, but they are gaining on our stomachs.   Here is a shot of the holding tank over the weekend…

…and another of the grandaddy of the catch…

Cooper was so overwhelmed with the angry crustaceans being boiled alive in Miller Light that he escaped into his own corner of the world…

(He is acutally eating a pear from our pear tree in the back yard.   All organic sounding, yes, but this is one that he found on the ground and started chomping on before anyone realized….)

Speaking of Cooper, he has turned into a Ham.   Bathtime is his favorite time of day, and he will often ask for a bath as many as ten times before lunch.   He is a veritable mer-man…

His other favorite time of day is running around  naked from his room to mine while I chase him with pajamas.   A few nights ago, I let him run in there while I fetched the jammies from his room.   Kenny was playing with the digital camera, and happened to snap this shot…

yes… if you look very closely in the lower  half, that is poop on my carpet.   YES, this is the SECOND time this has happened to me in a month.   YES.   I need to get his diaper on right away after that bath.   Thanks, Aunt Harriet, for the quick advice…

I didn’t even know about the poop until Kenny said, “Look at   the pictures I took!” and on inspection said something that sounded “Oh crap!” and yes, that’s what it was.   I did ask Kenny why he didn’t tell me that Cooper pooped on the carpet sooner.   “I thought you already knew” was his reply.    

No problem.

After Kenny’s sick day this past Monday, we’ve been passing a pair of grumpy pants around the house.   This is otherwise known as a viral infection.   Kenny was good as new on Tuesday, but Cooper started acting like a banshee again and finally on Thursday I took him back into the doctor where they declared that his seven days of amoxicillin did absolutely nothing for his double ear infection, and prescribed something stronger.   An hour after taking the first dose of Augmentin, he was a different kid, and I now hold great reverence for the folks at GlaxoSmithKline pharmaceuticals for their miracle drug:

See The Coop before his first dose…

…and after…

Seriously, though, betwixt the ear infection debacle, Casey developed a case of vertigo, which was no doubt exaserbated by Cooper’s all-night screams and my pacing the floor.   Oh, and Dudley licks himself a lot when he’s stressed, so just imagine with me  that he’s now missing all the fur where his manhood used to be, and you’ll have a pretty good picture of how our long-suffering dog is doing.

Kenny caught a case of the “nobody plays with me” virus on Thursday in between various doctor’s visits, and I ended up hiring a babysitter for part of the day on Friday for Cooper  so that I could spend a few hours alone with Kenny.   It was so much fun!   I definitely need to do that again sometime.  

But Saturday dawned with Kenny in a funk again, asking if he could skip swim lessons and lay on the couch instead.   I think that this may have been partially motivated by the fact that he got to watch TV most of the day when he was sick earlier in the week, and secretly hoped that his ails might trigger my remote finger again.

It did.

I let him watch a movie while I mowed the lawn and Casey took Cooper to his swim lesson.   Mistake on all fronts.   Kenny spent most of the rest of the post-movie morning whining, and Cooper came home with a fever, no doubt finally showing the signs of the viral infection Kenny had at the beginning of the week.   By late afternoon, Casey took Kenny off to play some miniature golf while I spent a quiet evening with Cooper.

Now if only I could figure out how to take a sick day myself…

Being alone with Cooper tonight, though, I reflected on how different life is for the second kid.   Here it was, such a novelty to play uninterrupted with the little guy, reading silly books and giggling and playing peek-a-boo.   I started thinking about Kenny at this age, and how he had my undivided attention all day long.   No wonder birth order plays such a huge impact on personality!   It makes me ache for time with Cooper.   I don’t want to miss the little age of wonderment!

… to WebMD.

Seriously.   Kenny woke up this morning with a stiff neck.   It was the first thing he said when he got out of bed.   An hour later he had a respectable fever, and two hours after that was sound asleep in his bed, covers under his chin.   The kid hasn’t napped since I was pregnant with Cooper.

He woke up two hours later crying hysterically about his neck hurting.   I started thinking about meningitis (I am so hooked on TV hospital dramas), and Googled his symptoms.   Hm.   He had all of them but photo-sensitivity.   I made him come outside and stand in the sun with me.   He started wailing that the light hurt his eyes.   Panic set in.

I called his doctor’s office and they told me to give him some motrin and bring him in for the last appointment of the day.   He was so pathetic, lying there on the couch.   “Carry me, Mama…” he whimpered.   When it was time to go, I took Cooper to the car and came back for Kenny, then started calling friends on the 20 minute ride to the pediatricians’ office to find someone who could watch Cooper, just in case I suddenly found myself going to the hospital.   One of Kenny’s old babysitters was home, and I dropped off The Coop, who looked at me like I was insane as I plopped him into a veritable stranger’s arms.   Kenny spent most of the car ride barfing into an Orioles hat (it was a freebie) and it was so full and soaked through that I tossed it into a dumpster in the parking lot.

By the time we got into the exam room, though, he was on all four cylinders: Motrin-jazzed to the hilt.   The doctor walked in and said, “He doesn’t have meningitis.   He doesn’t even look sick!”   She examined him and said, “Garden variety virus.   He’ll get a little worse when the sun goes down.   Keep up the Motrin.”

Whew.   I hate you, WebMD!

I picked up Cooper, and our babysitter, along with her three siblings, both parents and a  cousin met us at the door.   (It was dinner time, did I mention that?)   They are one of the most loving families I know and apparently all wanted to play with “the baby” but Cooper wouldn’t let anyone but our babysitter hold him.   I guess he figured that since I handed him to her, she must be safe, right?

We got home and Kenny, who hadn’t eaten all day, downed three plates of spaghetti, then stayed up through the fifth inning of the O’s game on TV before deciding that it was time for a little shut-eye.     I had to phone into a meeting I was supposed to attend, and laid in the bed with Kenny and my cell phone on mute, stroking his hair while he asked me 101 questions about baseball, barfing and boogymen.

Now I stare, spent, at a really messy house.   I pretty much let Cooper get into anything he wanted all day while I doted on Kenny, and now I face the consequences.     At least all’s well that ends well…

1.   Never did find the source of the smell, but it’s gone.   I think it probably was spilled milk on the carpet, and repeated vacuuming has gotten rid of it.   But I have enjoyed reading about all the funny smells you all have discovered in your own houses.   The dead opossum wins for freak-out factor.

2. Haven’t seen the fox.   Apparently he got out the same way he came in.   Whew.

3. Guess this wasn’t really a mystery, was it?

4. Cooper’s relentless odd-ball tantrums turned out to be the effects of a double ear infection.   Poor little bugger.   The antibiotics are not wiping it out, though, so it must be one of the viral kinds.   He’s been a pill, but at least we know why!

5. Nope.

The only other exciting news I have from the week is that Kenny has learned to hula-hoop.   It is the funniest thing ever.   He just wiggles and wiggles and grins and then shouts, “Watch me again!”   He has also learned that a hula hoop is good for trapping a now-walking baby brother.   He sneaks up behind Cooper and slips it over his head, then gently tugs him the way he wants him to go.   It’s a little mean, but Cooper thinks that the world revolves around Kenny, so he hasn’t protested much.   Yet.