Claire's Corner

There is going to be a new regular post with Claire from now on. I will be asking her questions and she will be answering them. I would like to get to the point that others ask her questions and she can answer them. Be thinking of some appropriate questions and when it is time for Claire's Corner I will pick a few and she will answer them.

Q: How old are you?

A: 4

Q: When is your birthday?

A: July

Q: What do you think of the weather today:

A: Um, it's cloudy and this is pretty funny.

Q: What do you want to say?

A: Um, rainbows, plants, Ben said pants and I said PLANTS! That is just silly.

Q: What do you think of Ben?

A: He's 2. He is funny and silly and nice and he likes sharks. Yup, he likes sharks. Ben got a frog from the dentist for doing a good job. He likes big fishies and tiny fishies. He likes playing at the playground and I like to play at the playground. He likes to watch movies and he like to sing songs and stars and the moon. He likes the windy days and sometimes he really likes going everywhere at the stores. I am done about Ben.

Q: What do you think about Sam?

A: He likes to put his hand in his mouth and eat the play ketchup. Sometimes he cries and wakes me up like last night. It's OK. Sam likes Ben. Ben really likes Sam. Sam is a baby and a Sam. Sam Sam Sam Sam.

Q: What do you think about mean people?

A: Queens are mean. Sometimes they can be dangerous. That's it.

Q:Is there anything else you have to say?

A: Yup, I don't know. Maybe Ben can do it?

Again I am opening up the floor to ask Claire questions so be thinking and post a comment. I will pick a few and she will answer them.

A Corny Fellow

Sam has now discovered that he is a lover of corn. We have given him corn at several meals because we have had a lot of corn around. Plus it keeps him quiet and happy at meal time. Emphasis on quiet. He is getting more teeth and I think the cob feels good on his gums so why not? The problem we are discovering now is that as corn is becoming less and less in season our table is becoming more and more loud. He is now demanding corm at every meal and is not happy when it is not delivered. What are we going to do when our CSA is done in a couple of weeks?!!

Sam: Captains log day 248

It has been 248 days since my arrival on this strange planet. Shortly after entering into the atmosphere, where I found the air breathable and the light bright, I encountered several species that look like me and I have remained with them to this day. There is one that dispenses food which is called Mama and I seem to be the only one who eats what she offers. There is also one called Daddy who is gone for long periods of time. I find that I am overwhelmed with excitement when he returns and I have yet to figure out why this is. Another is shorter then the Mama and Daddy and has adapted their feet to walk on their toes. That one is called Claire. The other short one is just plain loud. That one is called Ben. I have learned that they have given me a name as well, which is Sam. I don't know why, but they seem to like it and it makes me feel tingly inside when they hold me and say it.

One troubling thing I have experienced lately is pain in my mouth. I have several days of pain and then this hard knob erupts. All I want to do it put things in my mouth and bite them. I have bit the food dispenser on the dispensary and it is not preferred. The dispenser yells, I get flicked, and then I am not allowed to eat anymore. I will not be doing this again as it affects meal time.

Over the past 4 days I have been conducting an experiment. After being put down for the long sleep of the day (Which I usually do well) I have been waking in hopes of being picked up and possibly fed. After not receiving these requests I have been screaming to let the Mama and the Daddy know how serious I am at getting one or both of my, now, demands. I even have tried tricking them to think I am asleep. When they think I am down I believe that they decide to go to sleep themselves. When I feel confident that they have achieved slumber I then scream loudly again for an even longer time. In doing this several times in the allotted slumber time I have succeeded a few times now and hope to continue this pattern. I am quite tired but can not let on. I think that I will scream every time they place me in the barred box, which is reserved for sleep, to see what happens. Maybe I will get a meal or never have to be alone again? More to follow later.

Turquoise

While Magda was in town I really wanted to get some photos taken of the family with her.  We decided to all wear jeans and solid color tops and the children would be in prints.  When we all showed up to meet at Bart and Marilyn's house 3 of us showed up in turquoise, 3 showed up in navy, and the younger girls were both in polka dots.  This was not discussed prior but turned out wonderful.  We all were so happy with how the photos turned out.  Donna Leathers, the photographer and owner of Captivate Photography, did a beautiful job and I look forward to our next set of pictures with her.  Anyone interested in her services should check her out as you will not be disappointed.     http://www.captivatephoto.com/

10 Things

This is a list of 10 things I never expected to say out loud:

1. "You can not do my hair with your feet"
2. "No I didn't say that you could put your head in the oven."
3. "Ben! Don't let Sam spit in your mouth!"
4. "Thank you for telling me that I have a big bottom Claire."
5. "Why did you think putting Cinderella's shoe in you eye was a good idea?"
6. "No, I don't think all moms give cake to their kids for lunch."
7. "Can you please pretend to like your brother so I can get this shot?"
8. "Why did you let the potato bug go down your pants?!!"
9. "Oh no!!!  Why did you pee on your pillow?!!"
10. "Did you just slip in barf?!"

Hamming it up

Those closest to us know that we have nick names for all our kids.  Claireeeee, Benny Roo, and now Hammy.  He also loves being the ham.  My mom loves that we call Sam Hammy since Hamilton is a family name.

It's a Not So Wonderful Life

Here we are at the beach enjoying spending time with Stephanie and her parents Ken & Kris.  The aquarium visit was wonderful and the dinner was awesome.  It came time for Ken and Kris to go back to their RV and Stephanie went to bed but Travis and I stayed up a little longer enjoying the quiet.  We were just about to get up and go to bed when we heard it.  It was.....Sam screaming.  Of course.  Alright it's 10:30pm what  is the best thing to do in this case?  Well maybe if we leave him he will go back to sleep? No.  Maybe if we just rock him he will go back to sleep? No.  How about a dose of Tylenol and teething gel since teething may be happening?  No.  Now it is 11:30 and he still is unhappy and I am trying not to nurse him so he doesn't think a midnight snack is now on the menu.  Well guess what?  I am tired and I haven't slept in 3 days and I just want to get to go to bed so I break down and nurse him.  He is seeming disinterested and he keeps biting me so I cut him off after trying to get him to nurse for about 30 minutes.  It is now midnight and he has been put back into his bed and is screaming his fool head off.

Travis and I are sharing a room with him and have decided that we are not going in there to try and "Sleep" through the blood curdling screaming 2 feet from our bed.  We choose to hunker down in the living room on the couch and the recliner.  After another 20 minutes of enduring the horror I decided that I will try to rock him again.  I bring him out to the living room, start the dishwasher, and rock vigorously enough to make it to the moon.  It eventually works after 30 minutes of serious restraint so he can't throw his head back and arch his back.  I quietly take him back to his bed and stand in the room for a few minutes to make sure he is really asleep.  I go out to the living room to wake Travis, who has fallen asleep on the couch, to let him know he can get into the bed now.  We both creep back into the room, sneak into the sheets, and get settled to quickly fall asleep.  We are in the bed maybe 3 minutes and he wakes only to start screaming yet again.  At this point he is dry, fed, warm, burped, drugged, and tired.  What the hell is left to do?!!  We both want to scream and are now starting to turn on each other and point fingers as to who messed up and woke him up.

After grabbing the blankets and pillows we trundled back out to the living room to try and go to bed.  We had come to the conclusion that he was just going to have to scream it out since all our efforts were being thwarted at every turn.  We restarted the dishwasher to try to drown out the screaming and get some sleep ourselves.  This plan seemed good on paper but trying to sleep while your baby was screaming for some unknown reason is quite difficult and I was straining to hear him over the dishwasher.  A mother through and through.  After an hour of listening to my baby scream, restarting the dishwasher again, and my husband snoring, I gave into the extreme exhaustion and fell asleep around 3:30am.  I awoke to the sound of screaming at 4:30am and was super concerned that Sam was still screaming and rushed back to the bedroom door only to find that the screaming was coming from a different room and a different boy.

Ben woke from a bad dream and was terrified to be in his room without me.  I had tried to talk to him and reassure him that no monsters were in his room but he was too scared for talking to do the trick.  He was so scared that I had to lay down with him and he had to hold onto my hair and neck to make sure I wasn't going to leave him.  After about 45 minutes and half my body being numb I was able to get out from his vice like grip and stumble back to the couch to try and get a smidge more sleep.  Of course the kids were up long before we wanted them to be and morning came faster than it should have but bags under your eyes is one of the true marks of being a parent.