Saturday, July 21, 2012

Brock is 3!!!

(I took Brock's 3 year pictures. The sun was so bright. I didn't get very many good shots :( )

I started this post back in October before I had Zander.  I just realized the I never posted it.  I don't think it's really how I wanted it to be, I wanted to add some pictures of his birthday and other things possibly. But I wanted to post it. I really love the thoughts I had, and I had forgotten about them. So here's my post of Brock's 3rd birthday.... 9 months ago.

I feel like such a slacker this year. We didn't do much for Brock for his 3rd birthday. With Zander coming so soon, I didn't have much energy, or motivation... or money ha ha. But I'm pretty sure he still had fun. His favorite thing in the world is playing with his friends. He gets up every morning and says, "I go my friends house?" "I go to Carson's house?" "I go to Talmage and Lindsey's?" EVERY DAY, no lie. He loves playing with friends. The other day we left church after sacrament because I was tired and ready to have Zander, so he didn't go to nursery and he pitched the biggest fit. "I WANT TO PLAY WITH MY FRIENDS!!!" So we just had his birthday party at the park, invited his friends and had cupcakes. Pretty simple, pretty boring. But he had a lot of fun, I'm sure.

We sure love this little guy. I have been thinking a lot lately about our new baby coming and even though I couldn't be more excited to add another baby to our family, I'm also sad about having to share my love with another child. I know that sounds so bizarre, but I never want Brock to feel left out, or replaced. I know my love can grow, and it will and I will love them both the same, both in their own ways, I just get so worried that Brock won't feel like he's loved as much.  I've been thinking a lot about the one on one time we have had with him. I'm going to miss that. He is my favorite little boy in the world.

Those of you who know Brock, know him as a friendly kid. Also a little mischievous, most the time very happy, on occasion defiant, can be hyper, very crazy, funny, loud, a little stinker... He is all of those things, and I really love him for all of it. Even when he is getting into trouble, or running away, or making me crazy, because he is my little boy and that is who he is.

But there is also a side (or sides) of Brock that many of you don't always see. His tender side. His polite side. His careful side. His caring, helpful, loving, concerned, overjoyed side. Brock is such a sweetheart, and always has been. He is genuinely concerned about people. Wants to know if I'm happy, or other people around us are happy.  Or asks if someone is sad, "why are they sad, I kiss it better?' Asks me how my day at work was. Tells me, "I like your hair like that mommy." Or "You look cute mommy!" He says please and thank you, and excuse me. He tells me often, "thank you for making my buddy for me" (his buddy is a little tag blanket. he calls them buddies. I made one for him and fixed his other one, but he loves them and tells me thanks for them a lot). He complements my shoes, "cute shoes mommy." He tells me I look cute. Says, "this dinner is delicious mommy, thank you." He came to visit me at the hospital after having Zander and he told me, "it's ok, you don't hold me mommy, cuz you have an owie on your tummy." When he hugged me, he stuck his butt way far out so he wouldn't touch my owie. He gave Zander soft tender kisses and pats on the head. He always wants to help me cook dinner, or put the movie in the DVD player, or feed the dogs, or make his bed, or anything that I'm doing. He always wants to snuggle with me on the couch and watch a movie. He has these smiles, where he cranks his head to the side, that just make me happy from head to toe when he sees me. He tells me, "mommy I'm so happy you're home." Or if he's been naughty, he'll tell me later, "mommy, I sorry I screamed." or "sorry I broke my bat." or "sorry I made you mad, I don't want you mad, I want you happy, you happy mom?" He seriously melts my heart, and I hate that phrase, but I don't have any other words to describe it. He makes my whole body smile. He also is the funniest little guy. He has a great imagination and loves to play and make up stuff while he's playing. I love listening to him.  He tries to make deals with me. "Mommy, you eat dinner, I'll eat ice cream, ok? that's a deal, I'm the boss..." he'll say.  Then with his one little finger in the air and looking at me very seriously he says "Just snuggle with me for ooooone (the one part held out) minute, then you can clean the kitchen."

So even though he is a crazy child, and he tries my patience, and seems to be getting worse by the day... he makes up for it in other ways. At the end of the day when he is insisting that we sing one more song, "buzz and woody" (you've gotta friend in me) and he needs one more kiss, and one more 'weeeyeey big hug'. It is all worth it. He makes me so happy.

Oh my gosh!! He cracks me up!

Funny things Brock has said:

-'I wanna go to the bank mom.' the bank is closed. 'I wanna open it mom.'
-'Mom, smell my breath, it smells like water.'
-I wouldn't let Brock out of his car seat at the gas station and he says ... 'Oh my gosh, you gotta be kidding me.'
-Brock drank the last of his milk and was sucking the bubbles until it was gone and then said, 'it's out if batteries.'
-At dinner Darrik says 'if you don't quit playing with your straw you're going to go to time out.' And Brock says, 'no daddy, that will make me sad.'
-Brock was watching a movie and asked me to come sit by him. When I did he clasped his hands together under his chin and said 'I'm so glad you came to sit by me.'
-'Heny fader thank a food, many blessings, bless mommy's butt feel better, name jesus christ amen.' Then after he says, 'mom! Your butt feel better I said it!'
-'mommy, your breath is Yucky. You eat poop?'
-he was drawing with chalk with Kacie and he told her to draw herself. She asked if she should wear a dress or shirt and pants. He said, naked pants??
-at red robin: he saw cute older girls. He says, mommy, they weewy cute. They have boobs?
-if something is fragile, or glass and he know it he says, this is weewy weewy glass, huh mommy.
-I told brock last night to tell daddy before his game, good luck, don't suck (something my mom used to tell my sisters before soccer games). Tonight as I'm leaving Brock's room he says to me, bye mommy, see you in the morning... And don't suck.
-mommy! I'm so glad you're here!
-I don't like your hair like that mommy. (pony tail) I like it down.
-I painted my toenails yellow and Brock saw it and said, your toesies yellow? Me: ya do you hate it? B: ya I hate it.
- Brock looked at Darriks Camo shorts and asked, "are those bad guy pants?"
- Brock looked at Darrik's junk and said, "you have dog hair on your penis!"
- "You have dinner, and I'll have ice cream!"
- Brock started to get a cold. He had a stuffy nose. I told him he needed to take a nap so he would get better. When he woke up he said to me, "I'm not sick anymore. My nose isn't cold. Feel it mommy, it's warm."
- the bad guys pull your penis off? And now you cant pee?
- mommy, I have tears on my eyes.
- I'm talking to my butt hole... Poo bum poo. It won't listen to me.
- mom go around that car. I cant I'll get a ticket. No, the police man said yes, you can go around him.
-Gosh damn it mom. Why you throw my root beer away. Oh my damn it! It's in the garbage.
-how was work mommy?
-when he sees African Americans or guys in army fatigues he says "they bad guys?"
-I don't want to do it, it's my birthday.
-I don't want to watch the prophet. (conference Sunday, brocks bday)
-Happy Birthday to me...
-I was sleeping on the couch and he came up to me and said, do you want a blanket mommy?
-I don't want to go to grandmas house. I want to stay home. My home is cute and wonderful! I don't like grandmas house.
-are you kidding me?
-Mom, my tummys talking, you better feed it warm ice cream and a smoothie.
-you driving me crazy
-see, the doctors nice Brock. No, he hitted me with a hammer.
-mommy, you're a princess. Thank you princess. Dance with me princess.
-no you're not a princess, you're a mommy. I want you to be a mommy.
-I asked him to help me pick out my what Zander wears. He said,  I want him to wear the bad guy shirt (camouflage one)
-(talking to Zander) Hey guy!
-I don't want to be a mummy, I want to be a daddy.
-you're not a race car driver daddy. You need to be on a race
track. Thats wrong daddy. (Darrik was driving fast)
-I love you flower (every night before he goes to bed)
-warm ice cream (cream of wheat)
-I have dirt in my crack hole (dirt in the cracks of the bottom of his shoes)
-ceder (cereal)
-mommy, you wipe my tears off?
-good morning guys! (as he walks into our room in the morning)
-there's a cute girl over there.
-I'm dancing like a girl. (shaking his bum)
-Are you doing the pee pee dance? No it's the poop dance.
-I don't want to kiss you on your stinky breath.
- oh boy!
-Brock: mommy can you do something fun?
Mom: something fun? Like what?
Brock: like buy me a race car track tomorrow?
-mom: it's time for bed. Where's the sun?
Brock: i dont know?
Mom: Where does the sun go when it gets dark?
Brock: it wakes up and goes to its friends house.
-mom and dad, your talking is driving me crazy.
-I took candy away from B and he told me, 'you're ruining my life mom.'

Mom: my leg is asleep
Brock: rrrrraaaawwwwrrrrr (growling at my leg) I'm waking it up!! :)
Brock took all the decorations and hid them. He said he was the grinch. And he's taking our christmas, He's going to bring then back though in his big bag.
-calls Zander a boggle head, instead of bobble head, like the dolls
-Me: Brock do you want to build a snow man with me?
Brock: I can't! We don't have any carrots.
-I don't eat boob milk I just eat real milk
-I want to say a naughty word to that truck
-in the most innocent voice Brock says to me as I'm pulling up my pants mommy I don't think your bums going to fit
-he calls burp cloth a baby cloth
-Brock: mom, get up and put a dress on. Mom: you want me to wear a dress? Brock: no, I want you to wear clothes. Mom: oh, you want me to get dressed? Brock: yes!!
-(taking Zander's socks off) "I want to talk to his piggies! They eat roast beast"
-mommy, don't go to work, I will miss you so much!
- everyone is your friend. Why mom? Because you're friendly.  No I'm not friendly I'm Brock I tell everyone my name is Brock.
-Brock: i want my sippy cup w/out a lid. Me: that's too damn bad. Brock: don't say too bam dad
-Me: you can't bring your buddies cuz your backpack is full. Brock: I can hold them in my hands. Me: you can't bring your sippy cup if your backpack is full. Brock: yes i can, I can hold it and put it in my cup hole (cup holder).
-I choked on my pickle. I'll have some root beer it will make it better.
-here mom, you do it. (dusting) its making me sweaty. 
-Nanny has army mans on her Dr Pepper drink. Army mans protect us and keep us safe. Dr Pepper drinks make us fat. Like nanny. I don't want to be fat.
-Me: be careful outside. B: I will, I'll watch out for monsters and crocodiles.
-I'm so glad to be home. I love my couch, grandmas couch is cold, our couch is so warm.
-daddy, your penis looks like a hot dog. 
-if I break my neck my head will fall off and when I walk around I will run into stuff cuz I can't see. 
-listen... (sniff sniff in and out) I can't breathe, something is making it hard. Me: what is it? B: a really really big booger!
-Darrik Queen
-(to kacie) I want to marry you. 
-his roll was hot so ate it by leaning down and biting it. Then did little blows on it. 
-uses big words like, frightened, actually, Ridiculous 
-me: did you wake Zander up? Brock: no, a monster did. 
-lions and tigers eat other animals. Cheetos are my friends. (cheetahs)
- Brock just told me.... "he didn't want Zander to get eaten by a cheeto, that would be really sad."
- Brock gets really close to me and looks into my eyes and says, 'hey!! there's a little Brock in your eye!'
- oh bumpers!
- I love to eat boogers and bugs and toilet paper and snow. 
- mmmmm you smell good mommy. I want to eat you. 
- pee pee dance, or potty dance every time he has to pee. 
- you're pretty mommy
- do we get eggs from macaroni? No eggs come from chickens. Do we stick our hands in their bums and get em? Um, ya. 
- (driving to Washington) my ears hurt. I can't hear myself. {yawn} hey!! I can hear myself now!!
- I want to watch the jumping movie (hop)
- (eating trail mix) mom, there's a party in my mouth. 
- Brock, I'm really not happy with you. B: but I'm happy with you mom. 
- mom, I couldn't find you. I thought you got eaten by monsters. 
- when I eat sugar, it gives me too much entery (energy)
- its good morning time
- its cold-ing me up
- my toilet said, I'm really hungry again, thank you for feeding me poop!
- are you so sited? (excited)
- hey, do you remember me? (he asks everyone he sees)
- hey, you have a little head (to a black man with broad shoulders)
- mommy, when I get a little bit big will you marry me?
- (Brock's tummy growled) was that my tummy? I'm going to tell my tummy, no, I'm not going to feed you I'm going to ride my bike. 
- this is how I'm made, I can't change. 
- Me: I hope you know how much I love you Brock. B: go brush your teeth
- M: Brock! You drive me crazy! B: I know! Cuz I have a crazy brain. 
- (making a wish in the fountain) I wish that I can have my own house so I don't have to listen to my mom.  
- I see a cute girl, I'm going to go talk to her. 
- I want a pretty girl to take home for myself. 
- svoothie (smoothie)
- sfart (smart)
- You have a cute chubby cheeks bum, mommy. 
- You forgot to close your boob. (put my garments and bra over my boob after I'm done feeding Zander)
- movies make my brain feel good. 
- Brock thinks his tummy is actually talking to him. It growled and I told him it said, I want to go to sleep. He replied, you can sleep in my tummy. Now be quiet. 
- we are going to a drive way (drive in)
- I just peed my bed a little tiny bit cuz I was having a really good dream and I didn't want to wake up. What were you dreaming about? Pretty girls. 
- (Brock running around in circles) I'm plugging my bum. (his hand in his bum, he has to poop)