Amongst the dozens of toys in Miles' repertoire, some of his latest favorites are his monster trucks. A friend commented on how strange that was that our child would be into something so philistine, considering that we also try to expose Miles to the "classics" when we can. Well, there's no escaping our good ol' WT roots, so we're happy for him to make some new trucks friends, as long as he doesn't ask us to take him to the Demolition Derby just yet.
Part of this duality was evident when Miles started asking "What's his favorite song?" for each truck. Luckily, each truck comes with a name/identity, so it was easier to make up a correlating song on the fly. For instance, Taz sings the Looney Tunes theme. Others were more of a stretch - "Captain's Curse" sings "Love Will Keep Us Together" by Captain and Tenille. I'll just have Miles demonstrate the rest of his favorites.
First up is Grave Digger ("Digger" for short), who has his slogan written right on the side, "Bad to the Bone":
Next, a little Alice Cooper for the school bus monster truck:
In the grand finale, it's Predator's Theme. It's a stretch, but "Eye of the Tiger" does say "stalks his prey in the night"...even though you might not be able to glean that from Miles' version:
In other news, I had my 28-week appointment for Conan last week, and all is well! He's still measuring just a few days ahead, and his heartbeat was in the 140s. This appointment was also the dreaded glucola appointment, where you drink the super-sweet drink (not that bad), and they test your blood for gestational diabetes, anemia, and, for me, my anti-M numbers. I came back anemic again, but that's easily solved by popping a pill. The BEST news is that I do NOT have gestational diabetes this time around! I actually spouted "Praise the Lord!" to the nurse when she called to tell me. I am so unbelievably relieved!
Just a quick update on the baby-naming front, according to Miles...During our pre-bedtime chat last night, Miles reminded me, "When the baby comes out, his name will be Coney." I explained that we could call him Conan until he was born, but then we'd probably be naming him something different once he arrived. Miles politely explained:"Yes, and after the baby comes we'll call him...Ka-Chow! Because that's what Wiping Queem (Lightning McQueen) likes to say."Speaking of names, take the poll at right and let us know how you really feel about the name Conan.No new pics, but a quick video of Miles playing his new Wii game. It's Diego - just like his friend Jack's - and Daddy bought it for him for continuing to do such a great job on the potty. We've never seen a Diego episode, but it matches his Pull-Ups! He finds it hilarious.
When did my boy get so big? Yeah, I'm sure that's not the last time you'll see that phrase here. I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Miles utters the phrase, "because I'm a big boy" about 37 times a day, so you think it would have clicked with me by now.
"I get two pieces of candy because I'm two years old and because I'm a big boy."
"I eat yogurt and cereal and toast with jelly for breakfast because I'm a big boy."
"I go the Pacers game and see Boomer and then eat a big, big ice cream because I'm a big boy."
OK, so his big boy phrases do sometimes involve things other than food, but I'm drawing a blank here. I recently read that a 31-month old should be speaking in 3-4 word sentences now...did they mean 3-4 clause compound sentences, because that's what I hear every day!
Miles also has been officially pacifier-free for a week now. At first, I didn't think our plan of giving the paci to baby cousin Gavin would work. Of course, we could only find two out of the three pacis to bring to Gavin's, then we left one of those two in the car. We thought we'd try to give Gavin just the one Colts paci as a symbolic gesture. When Miles inquired next about the paci, we reminded him that we gave the paci to Gavin. Not surprisingly, Miles said, "But what about the red and white paci?" We said we were saving it to give to Gavin...and Miles said ok and slept through the night. The next night, we went through the same thing but instead got, "Where's my blue paci?" Apparently, our lame-o excuse of "we're keeping it safe until we give it to Gavin" is working, because he's only asked a couple of times since then and has given us no fuss!
And the grandaddy of all Big Boy accomplishments...Potty Training! OK, so we're not out of the woods yet, but we are making HUGE strides! Although we've had on-again, off-again success, we were on a hiatus due to some traumatic incidents over Christmas. Then in swooped day care to the rescue! They decided it's easiest to get all the kids on board at once and asked if it was ok to start Miles on the potty regime. Glad they asked Jason instead of me...I would have given them a giant "DUH!" and done a jig in celebration. It's amazing what consistency and/or peer pressure has done. Despite one little accident today, Miles has kept his Pull-Up dry and clean for two straight days!* That phrase even skims over the giant hurdle that he's actually wearing a Pull-Up...something he only did if there was a full moon on the 2nd Thursday of the month before.
* Disclaimer - there are a couples ifs, ands, and butts (ba-dump-bump) to this phrase. First, I wanted to spare you the details of bodily function talk. And I'm not counting some incidents only caused by Miles' stomach bug today (I think). Also, I definitely had to leave out the part where Genius Mommy couldn't figure out the mechanics of boys' potty positions in a public restroom. Oh, and overnight doesn't count. Dry for two straight days...my story and I'm sticking to it.
Our camera has a blown flash (or something), so pictures will be limited. We did manage to get this post-potty one of the BIG boy with his BIG lollipop after a BIG ol'...well, you know.
And we couldn't leave out the little guy! Here's a picture of Conan and my BIG ol' belly! It's still no glowing, posed, side-belly shot like I had with my first pregnancy...Jason had to disguise taking this picture as taking one of Miles. See how I excited I look at the prospect of three more months to go? Comfortable sleep positions are harder to find, picking things up from the floor is a chore, and I've already resorted to asking Jason to take off certain pairs of my shoes for me. It'll all be worth it though!
