The Terrible Twos

I think after six months of being two, Ashton has crossed the threshold of the “terrible twos.”  These are the reasons I believe it to be true:

  • He threw a tantrum because he wanted to be upstairs AND downstairs at the same time.
  • He threw a tantrum because he wanted me to be on the couch AND in the kitchen at the same time.
  • He thought a celery stalk was disgusting, but freaked out when I went to throw it away.
  • He thought a baby carrot was disgusting,  but freaked out when I went to throw it away.
  • He says “I want to” (meaning I don’t want to) and crosses his arms to drive the point home.
  • He wants to watch Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, but then throws a tantrum when I put it on.
  • He only wants to watch the “Pirate Mickey” episode of Mickey (we finally moved on from the Christmas episode).
  • He only wants to eat Elmo pouches (overpriced yogurt pouches).
  • He gives Gemma pieces of his snacks, and then freaks out that she’s eating his snacks.

Thankfully he is sleeping good and sweet as pie when I put him to bed.  It fills my heart up enough to forget his craziness and start all over in the morning! 🙂 ❤

Happy Thursday! xoxo

Friday Favorites: Things My Two Year Old Says

I’ve been wanting to write down all of the cute/funny stuff Ashton is doing and saying lately, and that time is now.  I want to remember it, and if I wait any longer I will forget.  He is 2 years and 3 months, and time is flying!

Yesterday we went trick-or-treating, and it was so much fun.  It’s really the first year that Ashton has been able to participate and be aware (a little) of what’s going on.  He wore the same costume as last year, and it just barely fit.



He would go up to houses, knock on doors, say a jumbled “trick-or-treat” and say thank you at every house.  He was so polite!  He also wanted to either go inside or stay with the people on every front porch, especially if they had a dog.  It was really the cutest thing to watch.

A couple weeks ago we were down in Florida visiting family and here are some things that Ashton said and did down there:

  • He had NO FEAR of the ocean.  By the end it was a struggle to get him to leave the water.

    Surfer Dude.

    Surfer Dude.

  • We were near Daytona Beach and it was “Biketober Fest.”  There were so many motorcycles, and Ashton started calling them “mycles” (pronounced like the name Michael).  Two syllables are much easier than four 🙂
  • He called our Aunt Anne “Onie,” and loved throwing shells into the ocean with her.
  • He got to meet his Aunt Jan, and asked about her everyday for a while.
  • He met his Nana and Grandad’s dog (he and Gemma both loved her).IMG_9532
  • Hotel was called “tell.”

Other things he’s saying:

  • “Bulls” for vegetables.  Which he loves now, especially peas.
  • He used to say “key” for Mickey, but this week he actually started to say it correctly, and he was so proud of himself.
  • He calls Aunt Lori “WahhhhWeeeee” and asks about her pretty much all day long.
  • When Dada is gone, he says “Dada airport!”  And he tells anyone who will listen (i.e. the random older couple we passed on our walk today).
  • He pronounces cars “Cah-eees.”
  • Trash day is an exciting day for him, he loves the truck.  He yells “tash!”
  • The other day he wanted to go into the garage to play with his cars, and he said “pweeeease” and had his hands in a prayer position.  I don’t know where he picked that up!
  • He’s been addicted to fries and whenever he sees Mcdonald’s he yells out “fwiiiiies!”  But after eating way too many fries on vacation, we started telling him no fries.  So now he won’t eat them, and anytime he sees them he says “no fwies.”
  • He loves yogurt (especially the drinkable kind he can use a straw with) and calls it “ahtoot.”
  • He knows my coffee mugs and k-cups I drink, and he points to it and says “fahfee.”


I know I am missing stuff, but I will keep adding to the lists.  He pretty much doesn’t stop talking until he sleeps, so there’s a lot of material.  I love watching him discover things, this age is SO MUCH FUN!



One Mom’s Recipe Trash Is A Toddler’s Treasure (A.K.A. reason 2,104 why I’m not a food blogger)

Saturday morning was pretty awesome.  Gemma slept the night before from 7:30pm until 9:15am, Ashton slept until 8:30am so I felt like I could do ANYTHING!  With all the super-power I had, I decided to make gluten-free veggie burgers from scratch while Gemma was taking her morning nap.

I based it loosely on a few recipes I found on-line (hindsight, maybe I should have tightened it up a bit and followed a recipe) and started tossing ingredients into the food processor.

First up, chickpeas:

IMG_8877Then some bell peppers and kale:IMG_8878

Combined all of that with a couple eggs, and then added some chickpea flour:IMG_8879

I added more flour because it didn’t seem thick enough and seasoned it with salt, pepper and garlic:IMG_8880

I heated a skillet to medium heat, oiled the pan and started:IMG_8881Flip:IMG_8882

I don’t know what I was expecting, but this wasn’t it:IMG_8884

It pretty much was a green pancake.  About six of them.  Blah.  They were a little dry, a little bland and definitely gave me admiration for all the companies out there that make them successfully.  I was going to toss them, until……

Turns out my picky-eater toddler loved them (dipped in ketchup of course)!

I shouldn't be surprised he loves ketchup seeing that this was his very first Halloween costume.

I shouldn’t be surprised he loves ketchup seeing that this was his very first Halloween costume.

The kid who typically won’t eat much other than cheese and pasta ate almost all of these veggie-packed, tasteless discs.

I’ll call it a WIN!




Houston, We Have A Two Year Old

On July 25th, Ashton turned two, nbd (mom, that means “no big deal”).  Haha, just kidding.  It’s HUGE!  How do I have a two-year-old when I feel like I am still a kid?IMG_8123

 Wasn’t Ashton JUST BORN??

Newborn Ashton

Newborn Ashton

It’s so true what “they” say, “the days go by slow, but the years fly.” (or something like that)  Some days seem like they go on and on and on and on…. But then bedtime comes, I go to sleep, wake up and all of a sudden my baby is a kid.  A walking, talking, loving, kid.

It's a Twinkie, don't judge. :)

It’s a Twinkie, don’t judge. 🙂


Ashton is such a gentle giant.  He is BIG for his age, and has been from the beginning.  99th percentile in height and 87th percentile in weight.  Yowza!  He was pretty happy to be at the doctor for his 2 year well visit.



We didn’t plan a huge “pinterest-y” party, but it did cover all the key interests Ashton has at the moment (Super Why, Elmo, family). ❤

The night before his birthday I set up the kitchen table for when he got up in the morning:

Super Why!

Super Why!

This made me get so excited for the holidays, Christmas will be SO MUCH FUN to celebrate with the kids this year.

The two year old!

The two year old!

IMG_8703The cake was Sesame Street themed (Elmo is the only thing that matters though, ha)!IMG_8713

He ate a little bit of icing, but I think the adults enjoyed the cake the most 🙂

Ashton was spoiled by all of the family in town.  Toys, clothes, puzzles, and going for walks.

Here are a few tidbits about Ashton at age TWO:

  1.  He loves letters and knows all of the letters (upper and lower case).
  2. He is less nervous around Gemma and genuinely likes her.
  3. He loves to hold our hand to go for walks.
  4. He loves going to church and playing in the nursery there.  It is hard to get him to leave now.
  5. He loves McDonalds fries and strawberry milkshakes.  (Dada spoils him with those)
  6. He sleeps 2-3 hours during the day and about 12 hours at night.
  7. He eats oatmeal almost every morning.
  8. He is very picky with food the rest of the day.  Macaroni and cheese and ravioli are staples.
  9. He won’t eat meat.
  10. He loves to give and receive hugs.
  11. I can’t remember what life was like before him.
  12. Even though I can’t remember him as a baby, I can’t believe two years have passed.

We love you Ashton Levi!

Ashton Levi Lately

It’s been a while since I have written about Ashton.  Since he is almost TWO (what????) I thought I would write a little about him.

He is awesome.

Okay, well that was a great catch up, see ya later!

Just kidding (well, not kidding about the awesome part).

Ashton is a really, really great kid.  It’s hard to even remember him as a baby, those times really do fly by and seem like a blur.

Baby Ashton burrito.

Baby Ashton burrito.

Now he is just a big (I’m guessing 35+ pounds) fun-loving, good-hearted toddler.

He wakes up happy and hungry.  He eats oatmeal every morning, and doesn’t seem like he is getting sick of it yet.

Breakfast.  (oatmeal not pictured)

Breakfast. (oatmeal not pictured) (crazy bed-head hair pictured)

He plays on his own so wonderfully, and usually starts playing as soon as I let him out of his high chair after breakfast.  He loves a variety of toys, but he especially loves his mega blocks, cooking/food toys and trucks.  And his stuffed animals.  And Elmo. He likes all of his toys. 🙂

As for TV shows, he went through a Mickey Mouse Clubhouse phase where all he wanted to watch was “show!” He called MMCH “show” and I found myself getting those songs stuck in my head ALL THE TIME.  I couldn’t wait for that phase to pass.



Well, it passed.  Now he is obsessed with Super Why!IMG_8107  He calls it “Why” and asks for it all the time.  It wears on me a little, but not as much as Mickey did.  I actually feel like he is learning letters/the alphabet with this show.  He points out letters wherever we go.

I downloaded an episode onto my iPad, so when the satellite or power has gone out, he can be entertained with it.

Can't. Get. Close. Enough.

Can’t. Get. Close. Enough.

He still watches Jeopardy and Wheel Of Fortune in the evenings, and I even got this picture of Ashton and Gemma watching Wheel together. ❤

A family that watches "Wheel" together, stays together.

A family that watches “Wheel” together, stays together.

As for his sleeping, he naps everyday around 1:30 for 2-3 hours.  At night he goes to bed around 8 (after Wheel) and sleeps about 12 hours.  He never really fights it, and people are amazed at how he can go from running around and playing to getting plopped in his crib without a problem in a matter of minutes.  He is happy as a clam to just play around in his crib in the morning, so sometimes he plays in there until 9:30am.  Seriously, it’s so great!

We still go walking about 5 days a week.  He got used to the double stroller, no problems.  He usually has water and crackers that he munches on during the walks.  He loves seeing the dogs and airplanes when we walk.

Speaking of airplanes, I found his toy plane like this a couple days ago.



As for food, he likes his raviolis, but only the cheese ones.



He won’t touch any other with meat, etc. in them.  He loves goldfish crackers, cheez-it crackers, granola bars, honey nut Cheerios, Chex cereal, applesauce, American cheese, mandarin oranges, quinoa (when cheese is melted on it), potato chips and french fries (his dad sneaks him), blueberry pancakes (just started on these), etc.  He drinks only water and milk, but will ONLY drink milk from a bottle still.  He won’t drink it from a cup.  He drinks water just fine from a cup, but that is it.  He doesn’t like juice.  Just water.  Just milk in a bottle.  The end. 🙂  I figure he will eventually grow out of the bottle.  I don’t think he will be drinking out of one when he goes to high school.  I hope.

I had a new baby sitter come over to watch Gemma while I took Ashton to the zoo the other day.  My thought process is to let her stay with each kid separately before unleashing them both on her at once.  When it was time to load Ashton into the van and head to the zoo, he was telling me “bye!”  He wanted me to go ahead and go because he was having fun playing blocks with the babysitter.

I pried him away and we headed to the zoo for a short visit.  It was really nice, and I wished we had more time to spend there.  He loved looking around at the new environment.  He was much littler and unaware of what the zoo was last year when I was taking him, so it is much more fun for both of us now since he can see and identify the animals.

We didn’t get to see many exhibits, but I made sure to go through and see the gorillas, etc.  I thought this would be interesting for him since they can get so close to the glass.  I was wrong.

His "get me away from the gorilla exhibit" face.

His “get me away from the gorilla exhibit” face.


Nope, don't like them.

Nope, don’t like them.  Not even if you hold me.

He was not a fan.  I couldn’t even get his picture with the big fake gorilla.  He just yelled “No! No! No!”

Sorry, fake gorilla.

Sorry, fake gorilla.

He liked the flamingoes and was interested in the merry-go-round… Not exactly the two things I would write home about.  We will work on more animals next time.

That’s about all for this jumbly, bumbly post.  I wanted to get some stuff written down before I forgot, because it’s pretty incredible how quickly I forget different stages.  Like I said, I hardly remember when he was a baby, so I want to have memories to look back on when I can’t remember Ashton as a toddler. ❤


Happy Wednesday! xo


The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Haircut

So a little over a month ago, I took Ashton back to Cookie Cutter’s to get his hair trimmed again. I think it has taken me this long to get over it, so that is why I am just now talking about the incident. 🙂 His bangs had been getting in his eyes for long enough that I felt it was time. I didn’t trust myself to do it, nor did I want to even attempt trimming his bangs. He is constantly moving, and it wouldn’t have ended well for either of us. So during the week that my mom was staying with me to help with Gemma, we loaded both kiddos up in the van and headed to get Ashton’s hair trimmed.

We love Ashton’s hair. It is long and shaggy, and fits his free-spirit personality. I get comments like “when are you going to cut his hair?” Or “Why are you letting it grow?” Even the occasional “SHE’S precious.” The comments don’t phase us (or him for that matter). So when I took him to get a trim, I wasn’t thinking it would turn into a catastrophe.

My mom stayed in the van with Gemma, and I took Ashton in. We had and appointment, so the wait wasn’t long. But until it was his turn, he was able to play in the treehouse play area.IMG_7181

"Before" shot

“Before” shot

He was called up, and this time he sat in the John Deere truck.  The lady seemed a little frazzled, but it was the end of the day and she said it had been busy.  I should’ve just left then.  She put his smock on and then asked what I wanted done.  I told her just a trim so his bangs don’t get in his eyes.

He wasn't quite sure what was going on...

He wasn’t quite sure what was going on…

Distracting him with a comb.

Distracting him with a comb.

She then told me he had a “girl’s” haircut and it should be shaped up more like a “boy’s.”  Really?  I am kicking myself now for not saying anything to that comment now.  I blame it on my hormones from being only a few weeks postpartum.  Actually, you would think with crazy hormones I would’ve gone off on her.  I guess she got lucky.  😉

She started cutting and told me to have him watch something on my phone so he would sit still.  Ummm, he’s a toddler, they don’t sit still.  Seriously lady, it wouldn’t have hurt you to be friendly.  He watched my phone (the camera reversed so he could see himself), had a sucker and was a COMPLETE ANGEL.  While I was letting him watch the phone though, Edward Scissorhands was going crazy!IMG_7555


I told her that was good, that we didn’t want it shorter, and she kept snipping to “finish.”  She asked me if the bangs were at a good length for me, and I told her “you can’t put any back now!”  Don’t even get me started on how much she took off the back.  My stomach was on the floor.  It was like I got a bad haircut, times 10.


Even he is like “are you serious about this cut?”

I tried to be happy so Ashton would stay positive.  He did such a good job, I didn’t want him to think it was bad.  We paid what I thought was a ridiculous amount for such poor service, and left.  I wanted to cry.IMG_7185

Once we got home he ate and then I gave him a bath in hopes that his hair would magically get washed back on.  The lady styled it so he looked like Hayley Mills in the old Parent Trap movie.IMG_7556  If she thought he looked like a girl before, I don’t know how she thought her styling had improved that look.  So we washed it and got it looking a little better.

Did I mention it was St. Paddy’s Day?  I wondered if it would be odd if I had him wear this hat until it grew out…IMG_7201

Anyway, we survived and it has grown back enough that it seems like his old hair.IMG_7514  It will be a while until we go back to that place, if we ever do.  If we do we will request another “stylist” and my husband will definitely be there to be more “forceful” about what we want done, haha!

Live and learn!

Where’s My Sleeper?

Today was a DAY!  Whew!  I have to remember that good and bad, everything is a phase with kids.  But today wore. me. out.

My rockstar sleeper (12 hours a night and a nap during the day) decided that 2:45 this morning was a good time to cry.  And cry.  And scream.  What???  Every now and then he will cry in the night, but it’s like he is having a dream and isn’t awake.  When that happens he usually only cries for a minute or less.  This went on.

So I went into his room, got him out of the crib, changed him and rocked him for a while.  He calmed down and seemed as though he would go back to bed and fall asleep.  Wrong.  The crying and screaming ensued.  So I got a bottle and went back in and fed him. It was like deja vu from when he was a baby.  I LOVE the snuggles, but would prefer them during the daytime.  Anyway, he ate and then I rocked him more.  It seemed like he was dozing off, so I put him back to bed.  By this time, a few hours had passed.  He cried again, but ended up laying down quickly and soothing himself to sleep.  That stretch of sleep lasted about 45 minutes to an hour, and then he woke for his “typical” morning wake up time.

Today I REALLY missed being able to drink a lot of coffee.  But we survived.

I think it has to do with his teething.  Or just getting used to his growing body.  I wish he could tell me what was wrong.

I gave him a bath tonight with some lavender essential oil in it (that stuff works miracles), and he was in a much better mood after.  The whole day was pretty much a fussy-fest for him.  We kept everything low-key and relaxed all evening, and he went to bed easily and fell asleep quickly.

I am praying tonight he sleeps through the night like he normally does and wakes up refreshed and happy 🙂

But even when he has a rough day, he is still the cutest thing in the world. ❤