little roman joe

well hey there romy.

(you like to say, "well hey there kitty cat!" and then giggle really hard)

i wanted to write a post full of random things about you.

YOU!

YOU!

YOU!

because, well, you light up our world :)

and, i have all this pictures from april and may that need to be used. right?!

 romes, you're still obsessed with your paci.  currently you trek 4 of them around the house.

(even though i try and make you keep them in your bed, for sleeping only)

they literally are like your little friends.

as long as i'm not stickin them in your lunch box for school, i'm cool with you having them for a wee bit longer.

i keep telling myself, by THREE you'll be rid of the paci's!

and then i also say by THREE you'll be potty trained.

we'll see how those things go.

HA! haha.

but really, my goal for you this summer is to get rid of those dipes!

you, however, don't have much of an interest in being potty trained yet.

so i'm sure it will be really fun.

wink.

 your love for the great outdoors is contagious.

although lately, you've been scared of the bugs.  and then you sprint inside, declaring, 

"momma! there's a bug!"

oh dear,

i've created a monster.

i'm not a huge bug fan.  at all.  and i think i've passed it on to my son.

my BOY who could literally roll around in the mud all day and not care....HE is scared of bugs.

whoops.

 you don't seem to have an issue with the front yard though,

it's like you don't think there's bugs in the front or something.

or maybe it's the fact that you've met the neighbors.

and you've fallen in love with them.

especially "riwey" (riley) our 12 year old cute little red head neighbor girl.

and she's pretty smitten with you too romes.

she even knocks on our door to see if you want to come play!

um, can momma get a high five?  a fist pump? a cartwheel?  YES! AMEN!  

oh romy, you're addicted to apple juice.

it's my fault, i know.

and it's kinda funny....when i give you water you politely say, "no thanks to water, i want apple juice momma".

haha.  ooooops.

but it's kinda funny, because i actually water it down soooo much you can barely taste the apple juice.

but that tiny little hint of flavoring gets you every time.

you down those drinks all day long.

dude.

we must potty train you. 

i'm sick of changing your dipes.

K? K!

 as always, you think helping dadda around the house is the best thing.  EVER.

i don't complain.  by the end of the day, i'm rather OK with having you hang with your dadda for a while.

sometimes momma needs a wittle break :)

here you're scraping the walls, getting them prepped for painting!

go romy go.

 and my oh my.

quite the little independent fellla.

you just tote that stool around anywhere you please...

and then you reach up and grab everything you're not supposed to.

poor little guy, you don't quite understand that some things actually AREN'T for your little 2 year old self!

like momma's red vines.

back away from my stash.

 of course, like every momma, i think you are simply the smartest little dude ever.

i love your little desire to learn.

your quest to ask everything about everything.

and your vocabulary that keeps blowing my mind.

your attention span is about 3.4 seconds though, which makes any crafty thing i do with you just dandy.

it's like i spend all this time and energy getting stuff out for 3.4 seconds of attentive play, and then poof.  

you don't care anymore.

and it's destroy, destroy, DESTROY!

you press so hard on the markers

you break the crayons.

and aside from making pancake after pancake with your play dough, i often times find it in the tire treads of your loaders and back hoes. 

my little ocd self struggles with this.

but each day i just have to shrug, sigh, and declare, YOU'RE A BOY!

and, I'M A GIRL!

and, i'll probably never understand your messy destructive ways :)

 you love to snuggle with me :)

daily, i hear, "lay with me momma" and "take a nap with me momma"

i think we'd share the bed each night if you had it your way.

and my favorite thing to do is wrap you up when you are watching a show, and hold you like the little baby you once were.  

but you're huge now.

so, it usually looks like me with my arms wrapped around you smoochin your cheeks while you try and peel away to catch the end of barney.

 i have another post planned about you and your little brother.

but i have to say it.

you're a pro.

with one minor issue.

you don't like when he cries.

and like i mentioned in the previous post...

you love to scream, "MOM!!! ARCHA!!!!"  "MOM FEED ARCHA!!!!"

"MOM GET ARCHA'S PACI!!!"

you've always struggled with loud noises, so i totally saw this one comin :)

 overall little romes, you're a pretty good eater.

you've started using the excuse, "i wanna take a break" or "my tummy hurts" to get out of eating things you don't want to though.  it's kinda cute.

we aren't really crazy eaters around here though, pretty predictable and kid friendly foods :)

but your go to breakfasts are oatmeal with blueberries, pancakes, cinnamon life cereal, cinnamon rolls, yogurt and apple sauce 

and i think you could eat crackers and dip for lunch every day (which is just wheat thins and laughing cow cheese)

and then you would be fine and dandy if you had mac n cheese, or "noodles" each night for dinner.

i don't blame ya, kid.

have you guys had noodles and company's wisconsin mac and cheese? to die.

oh dear, and then there's daddy's phone.

you're obsessed with it.

it's no different then momma's phone except for that it's black, and mine is white.

and.....you can open up youtube and find truck videos on daddy's and i've hidden my youtube app on mine :)

 yep, can't quite get enough of those loader videos.

(crazy how something can be so boring for me, and totally the best thing ever for him)

 gma linda scored this fire truck for you at a garage sale.

and now you ask to go to garage sales a lot.

i tried taking you out to a few a couple weekends ago and you thought you could just take whatever you wanted from other people's garages.

not quite how it works,

but nice try.

 roman, you mow the yard every day.

yes. EVERY DAY.

and any time there's a neighbor out mowing, you hear their mower instantly and run up and tell me that you need to go "help the neighbor guy mow"

you are such a little worker roman.

it's my prayer that you will stay so diligent and hard working!! 

you're gonna make a wonderful provider some day :)

 oh.  and then there's this.

you love to read now.

and it's like the sweetest thing next to hearing archer coo.

you read in a quiet little voice and do quite an awesome job telling your own little story line.

in a couple years i'll be busting out my old teacher tubs and do a running record on you.

gotta figure out that reading level.

ha.

kidding.

i hope they get rid of running records before you get to school.

i think they're kinda silly.

at the end of may, you went home with gma abbi to nebraska for 

THREE NIGHTS and FOUR DAYS.

i didn't think i could take it any longer, your daddy went to meet gma half way on a thursday night and i was like a little kid on christmas eve .... SO giddy for you to get home!

i got a text saying you guys were just a few blocks away and i sprinted over to the front window and waited SO impatiently for you to pull up to the driveway!

 the first thing you said to me was, "i love you momma"

and your daddy promises he didn't tell you to say it.

so obviously, my heart swells up every time i think about that sweet little greeting from you.

oh roman joy, never leave me again!!!!!

unless, of course, it means your daddy and i are off on some wild vacation, then i think it's ok if you would stay at gma's house again :)

but probably not for a long time.

i missed you so much!!!!!

and, by the way, you did fabulous!

 yes, you now proudly declare that you are "2 and a half".

i love that you are still 2.

i don't want you to be 3.

it's too old.

stay little forever sweet romy roo?

please oh please??

:)