Obsessed Much???

I'm sure we all remember when we were little. The specific things that we were into. It could have been Cabbage Patch Kids, Barbies, GI Joe or Star Wars. Growing up in this generation is FAR different from what I remember. No...this is NOT going to be a blog bashing THIS generation vs. THAT generation. Maybe it's just MY boys that dance to the beat of a different drummer (that drummer is Weenie, by the way). I'm convinced that the weirdness level is genetic...because I don't remember being obsessed over weird stuff.

Weird obsession number 1:

GODZILLA














I don't know HOW this started, but I'm POSITIVE Weenie was the one that introduced it. Now...I can't get away from it. There are Godzilla toys everywhere. Little Godzilla figurines lined up and ready to do battle. When I hear squealing from Toblerone, I can pretty much count on a fight between him and Triscuit over a STUPID Godzilla toy. Seriously...do you all REMEMBER seeing these movies? I remember my Dad watching a Godzilla movie when I was young. I walked into the room sat down to watch it with him and couldn't handle it. It was cheesy back THEN....and I was 9! What IS funny, is how Toblerone asks to watch Godzilla. The kid understands almost EVERYTHING you say, yet he still refuses to talk. When he wants to watch Godzilla he will come over to me, grab my finger, pull me over to where the DVD's are and say "ROAR". We have 4 different Godzilla movies...and he knows which one he wants to watch by LOOKING at the DVD cover. If I choose the wrong one...OH MY....you better watch out because a FIT will ensue shortly after he realizes the AWFUL mistake Mum has made! Obsessed much???

Weird Obsession number 2:

BATMAN



















No...I'm not talking about the "cool" Batman. You know...the ones that have been released within the last 20 years? I'm talking about THIS Batman:
















HOLY RETARDED SERIES, BATMAN! YES...the ever so LAME series from the 1960's. Weenie wanted all of us to sit down as a family and watch the DVD. My answer was..."Uh......NO." Do you blame me?

Weird Obsession number 3:

STITCH



















This one, I don't mind so much. Usually, the Disney movies are pretty good....but when you watch them OVER and OVER and OVER again, they lose their "cuteness". This seems to be one of Toblerone's favorites right now. It's either OTCH (Stitch) or ROAR. Again...he knows which one he wants just by LOOKING at the cover and a colossal fit will be thrown if Mum doesn't get it right. Oh...and I know this is a little off topic, but tell me something. Do you think this cat looks like it's one of Jumba's twisted experiments?




















It's cute....in a creepy sort of way.

Weird Obsession number 4:

NEMO

Again, Disney. Yes, it's a cute movie.....if watched once in a blue moon. But there is no such thing as variety to a two year old. It's also VERY difficult to differentiate between Elmo and Nemo. They are both "Melmo". Let me tell you....you show him Elmo when he wants Nemo? OH MAN!

Weird Obsession number 5:

MOMMY

Yes...that would be me....and no I'm not posting another picture of me on this blog. I did it once...if you want to see it again, go down a few posts. Toblerone is definitely a Mama's boy. He loves Weenie, don't get me wrong, but NO ONE can do ANYTHING to him/with him except MOMMY. Weenie can't put him to bed, he can't brush his teeth....he can't even sit with him. Toblerone just cries like his heart is being ripped out if Weenie attempts the above. He will rough house with Weenie and play with Weenie...but he will NOT let Weenie love on him. In Toblerone's eyes...I'm HIS...and NO ONE ELSE CAN TOUCH ME (Triscuit included). This has caused further tension between the boys. Triscuit is a snuggle bug and likes to sit with me. Toblerone gets SO mad if Triscuit sits next to me. When I tell Toblerone to "go see Daddy"....OH LORDY! The tears start flowing and he starts finding things to throw. He will also sit on the floor and kick his feet. That doesn't work with me...I just ignore him (which makes him MORE angry). He also gets VERY upset when he sees Weenie kissing me or hugging me. If he can reach us, he will step RIGHT in between. Please don't think Weenie is an ogre...cause he's not. Weenie is a VERY loving father and only disciplines when it is ABSOLUTELY necessary, so I don't see WHAT the problem is. Maybe it's the fact that I'm at home ALL the time with him. I keep expecting him to let go of the apron strings the older he gets...but that's NOT the case. He's getting WORSE. I actually DON'T know what to do to ease his anxiety.














Imagine a two year old the size of a 4 year old CLINGING on to you??? He's cute, yes, but I'm getting numerous bruises from his inability to let go (no...that's NOT a metaphor. I'm literally getting BRUISES from him).

Any suggestions???

Six Foot Six??? HOLY CRAP!

I know I've mentioned before that Toblerone is a rather large child for his age. He's not fat....he's just TALL and STOCKY. Since Toblerone just turned 2 (that magic age of FINALLY being able to determine just HOW big he might be), we decided to take weights and measurements. Before I give you the statistic for your enjoyment, let me precede it with this:

TOBLERONE SMASH!!!!



















There...that should give you an idea of what I'm going to tell you!

His current weight is : 44 pounds 6 oz.
His current height is: 40.5 inches

Now...for those of you not QUITE getting it yet...this should bring it home for you. When a child turns two, you can do the "two years times two" method. Measure your kid when he/she is two and then multiply it TIMES two...

Toblerone's estimated height is:

6 foot 6.2 inches tall!!!!!!!

Since we will be eaten out of house and home before Toblerone turns 10, Weenie and I have decided to open a seperate savings account just for our future noshing (food) needs. If you would like to contribute, please leave a comment and don't forget to include your bank account information (I'm kidding, of course).

School Has Begun

My apologies for being absent these past few weeks. Since school began (and I home school Triscuit), life has been a little crazy. I have a LOT to catch you all up on and plan on doing so within the next few days. Thank you for your patience and I appreciate the comments I've gotten from you all WONDERING WHERE I'VE BEEN!

The Best Feeling In The World....

Need I say more? I didn't think so.

Some Funny Pictures

This is Toblerone and his cousin, M. They are 9 days apart in age. This was taken when they were both a year and a half. My son is a monster!

Triscuit at the age of 5. Isn't he cute? He's being silly (as usual).

Toblerone...with one of his "special" faces. He's not an angry or disagreeable child (unless he REALLY wants something), he just hates cameras (like his Mama!)

Again...Toblerone showing his fondness for cameras! My dad said if you darken his hair and put a small mustache on him, he'd look like Hitler. THANKS DAD!

Just thought I would share....

Sibling Rivalry

My children were in rare form this weekend. The sibling rivalry between the two of them has increased, quickly, over the past few months. As you can imagine, it's driving me insane!

It starts early in the morning:

Triscuit: "Toblerone...MOVE! I can't see!"

Toblerone: *Squealing like a stuck pig as Triscuit tries to move him out of the way*

Triscuit: "MMMOOOOMMMMM! Toblerone won't move!!!"

Mum: "Toblerone *insert middle name*, please move out of the way."

Toblerone: *Squealing some more as I move him out of the way*

Mum: "Toblerone! That's enough! You don't need to whine!"

Toblerone: *Starts to cry...begins to wail...THEN begins THROWING a FIT*

Mum: *Ignores Toblerone's fit*

Toblerone: *Begins to kick his feet against the floor...then finds a toy and punts it across the room. Realizes it hurts and begins to wail even LOUDER*

Mum: "If you wouldn't kick things it wouldn't hurt!"

Toblerone: *Crocodile tears running down his face and picking up his foot for me to "kiss it and make it better"*

Ho hum....and this is just the BEGINNING of a normal day.

My children don't act this way (normally) when WEENIE is at home. They act like little angels (most of the time). HOWEVER...this weekend, Weenie was able to experience the chaos first hand. It starts Saturday morning...as usual.

Toblerone takes his half of banana and sippy cup of milk over to the couch, climbs up next to Triscuit to sit and watch "Oswald".

Triscuit: "TOBLERONE! LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Toblerone: *Looks at big brother with confusion*

Triscuit: "GET OFF OF ME!"

Toblerone: *Begins to get upset...and starts squealing*

Triscuit: "ARG! MOVE!!!!" *Shoves Toblerone out of the way*

Toblerone: *Squealing and whining*

Mum: "TRISCUIT! He's not even TOUCHING you! YOU NEED TO STOP IT!"

Triscuit: "BUT MMMMOOOOMMMMM! He's getting banana on me!"

Mum: "NO HE'S NOT! You need to stop....RIGHT NOW!"

Triscuit: *Crosses his arms and slumps down*

Mum: *Deep breath...counts backwards from 10*. "Son...you need to get used to your brother wanting to be with you. He looks up to you...you're his big brother and he thinks you are the COOLEST thing on two legs."

Triscuit: "Really?"

Mum: "Yes."

Triscuit COMPLETELY changes his attitude and begins to PLAY with Toblerone. I'm thinking, "Good...I've put out THAT fire." HA! It doesn't last.

Fast forward....2 hours later. We are on our way to Costco:

Toblerone: *Squealing from the backseat of the car*

Triscuit: "DAAAAD! He's got my toy!"

Weenie: "He's not hurting anything! SHARE WITH YOUR BROTHER!"

Triscuit: "But it's MINE!"

Weenie: "How old are you?"

Triscuit: "Seven."

Weenie: "Please ACT like your seven! SHARE your toys with your brother."

All is quiet for about 30 seconds, then we hear... *SMACK*! Weenie looks in the rear-view mirror to see Triscuit taking the toy away from Toblerone and Toblerone SMACKING Triscuit.

Triscuit: "OW! Toblerone just hit me!!!!"

Weenie: *Reaches back and gives Triscuit a pinch*

Triscuit: *begins to cry* "DAD!!! I didn't do anything!!!!!"

Weenie: "YES YOU DID! I SAW you take the toy away from your brother AFTER I told you to SHARE! When we get home, you are going to your room."

Triscuit: "NOOOOOO!!!! I don't WANNNNAAAA!!!!"

Weenie: *Looks at me with disgust*.

Mum: *Smiling on the INSIDE*, "Welcome to MY world."

Oh no...it doesn't stop there....

We come home. As we are bringing in our haul from Costco, I hear this:

*THUD*!

Mum: *Running to the living room* "WHAT JUST HAPPENED!?!?!"

Triscuit: *CRYING* "Toblerone just threw a toy at me!!!!"

Mum: "WHY did he throw a toy at you????" (I know better....Toblerone wouldn't just pitch a toy at Triscuit for the fun of it...it's usually instigated by Triscuit)

Triscuit: "He had my toy and I went to take it away from him...then he threw it at me."

By this point, Weenie and I have had ENOUGH! Toblerone gets put down for a nap and Triscuit is sent to his room.

Weenie and I both know that this is normal....but it doesn't make it any easier to deal with! Weenie was the oldest of 5 boys, so he knows just how bratty a big brother can be. I'm the youngest of 2 girls...so I know how ANNOYING a younger sibling can be.

For those of you out there that grew up with siblings...do you remember your parent(s) saying this to you????And now that we are PARENTS, we understand how FRUSTRATING this behavior was to OUR parents.

I think I need to call my parents (and sister) and apologize.