The Munchkin Turns Two

I have a not so fun/upbeat post to write (I guess I don't have to, but I'd really like to be real here), but I'm procrastinating (you're shocked, I know!), and I'm going to write a cute post about Kaleb instead. He just turned two not so long ago, and he's at a really fun age.

I never imagined that one little boy could bring so much love and joy into my life. Even when things have seemed pretty bleak lately, I look at him, or hear his sweet little voice, and everything seems better. Then he throws a monster, 2-year old, neighbors about to call the cops, flopping around on the floor temper tantrum, and I'm right back to reality.

Kidding.

Mostly.

Kaleb is a little jokester, and loves to laugh and make others laugh. He calls all little kids "baby" even though we'ver repeatedly corrected him that they're big kids (or little kids, or teenagers, or whatever). When he gets hurt he says "I sowwy" because apparently I said that (well, I said sorry, not sowwy, but you know what I mean) a lot when I would be changing his diaper and he'd have an obviously sore bottom. He loves giving kisses and confuses the heck out of Chevy, who doesn't know if he's about to get tackled, ridden, or kissed. Everything big is "daddy" and everything little is "baby." He has two little school buses he carries almost everywhere. One is daddy schoolbus (which comes out sounding just like toothbrush) and the little one is baby schoolbus. Semis are "big trucks," and when he says he loves something it comes out sounding like lalalala big trucks. It's adorable :) Oh, and doggy sounds just like daddy. That one has caused a few confusing moments...

He had a man thoroughly confused not too long ago when we passed him as he was getting on, and we were getting off an elevator. This guy had to have been 6' 5" easy, and Kaleb had to lean waaaaay back to see all the way to the top of his head. He turned around, pointed, and said "daddy!!" I knew he meant that the guy was big, but boy did I get a look :)

Kaleb loves the pool, but has no fear and no concept of the danger involved in walking into deep water. We're hoping to get him into swimming lessons this year to help with some of that. He wanted very badly to follow a gaggle of geese into a pond earlier today. "Pool?" No, honey, that's a pond, and we can't swim with the geese. "Ducks?" Geese, sweetie. "Ducks?" Geese. "Ducks!" Sigh.

Cookies are chi-chis, he's very specific about when he wants apple juice, and will ask specifically for "appa juuuuuice." He's recently become addicted to fruit snacks, and asks for them in the most adorable way, but I can't translate it. He's learning thank you, and if it's something he really, really wants he will bust out a "pease" without having to be prompted. He loves his grandparents to pieces. If he can't find someone he'll ask "papa, where ah ooh?" When he's impatient it's "c'mon!" 

He's a very stubborn, demanding, shy around people he doesn't know well, car loving, apple juice swigging, picking up new words every day (even though he'll only say them when he wants to), giggly, truck obsessed, loving little boy, and I wouldn't trade him for anything in the world :)

Catching Up

Wow, it's been a long time since I last wrote! Yikes! And holy cow, has a lot happened since my last post. To catch you up (or me, cuz let's face it, I'm pretty sure any followers I might've had have long since vanished), Martin didn't get the job. They yanked him around for a few days and finally said no thanks. He's had a few other interviews, but nothing has panned out yet. It's so frustrating for him, and it's so hard for me to watch him go through this.

On a brighter note, I finished my preceptorship, graduated school, started on my BSN (4 year degree), passed my boards just last week (WOO HOO!!!), and have an interview lined up for next Wednesday at a nursing home in a little town about an hour, hour and a half south of here. It would be a long haul, and it's not my dream job, but I'll take anything I can get at this point! Hospitals aren't hiring new grads, and some places (hospitals and nursing homes alike) aren't hiring nurses at all. It's a really sucky time to have graduated, let me tell you!

And now on to a less bright note... Never mind. I'd like to end this post on a bright note. I don't know when I'll get to do that again, so I'll just start another post.