To me:
Mama, I love you so much. I just wish I could care about you.
To Matt (while playing horse on Matt's stomach):
This game of lumpy horse is so much fun!
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
the beyond
Mama, are there bad guys with God?
No. Everyone with God is good.
But there are bad guys here...
Yes. Sometimes people make bad choices on earth.
But why?
I don't know. That's why we have the freedom to make choices. So we can learn from them. I'd rather make kind and loving choices. What about you?
Well I'm going to be a policeman so I can stop the bad guys. But one day a bad guy got up into Heaven. And he got near God. God had to stop him. So He put him in jail.
No. Everyone with God is good.
But there are bad guys here...
Yes. Sometimes people make bad choices on earth.
But why?
I don't know. That's why we have the freedom to make choices. So we can learn from them. I'd rather make kind and loving choices. What about you?
Well I'm going to be a policeman so I can stop the bad guys. But one day a bad guy got up into Heaven. And he got near God. God had to stop him. So He put him in jail.
awwww
I took the time to "do" J's hair today. This involves blow-drying it so that the front sticks up. It's adorable. He's adorable all the time. But this is just...different somehow.
I just asked him "how'd you get to be so cute?"
God.
I just asked him "how'd you get to be so cute?"
God.
are you ok?
Matt: [sneeze]
O: Da-da? 'K? Da-da....'k?
Yeah, buddy. I'm ok.
Here da-da. Noh. (nose) Here, da-da. 'K? [hands Matt tissue]
O: Da-da? 'K? Da-da....'k?
Yeah, buddy. I'm ok.
Here da-da. Noh. (nose) Here, da-da. 'K? [hands Matt tissue]
Monday, April 4, 2011
learn to deal with it
Matt is taking an antibiotic that leaves a gross taste in his mouth. Last night, he was groaning about the taste and J overheard it.
Daddy, just don't complain. If you stop complaining, it will just taste better.
Daddy, just don't complain. If you stop complaining, it will just taste better.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
love hearing them interact
Brudda?
What?
Cookie! Loo-K. Cookie!
No. That's not a cookie. It's a game. Can you say game?
GAY!
Good job!
Brudda?
What?
Cookie! Loo-K. Cookie!
No. That's not a cookie. It's a game. Can you say game?
GAY!
Good job!
Brudda?
this is what sick's like
During the times of 105 degree fevers, I spent most of the days doing this:
He was miserable, clingy, whiny, tired, grumpy....you name it, that was him. He spent the nights in our bed (or maybe is still in our bed....he's not well enough for me to determine whether or not it's changed his sleep patterns yet). And so, his naps have gone out the window too. I've learned 2 very important things during this week of holding him while he sleeps.
1. He snores like an old man! That kid has some serious noises coming out of him. I'm not quite sure how he doesn't wake himself up.
2. My 4 year old is much more resourceful than I had given him credit for. After holding a napping Buggy for 2 hours (after he had already slept 2 hours) I came downstairs to find J playing nicely in the family room floor. When I went to throw something away, I found 4 go-gurt wrappers in the trash.
Oh my! You've gotten so big that you opened these wrappers yourself!
No, actually. I couldn't open them. I jus' got the scissors out. But I didn't cut off my fingers!
Well, there's that at least.
He was miserable, clingy, whiny, tired, grumpy....you name it, that was him. He spent the nights in our bed (or maybe is still in our bed....he's not well enough for me to determine whether or not it's changed his sleep patterns yet). And so, his naps have gone out the window too. I've learned 2 very important things during this week of holding him while he sleeps.
1. He snores like an old man! That kid has some serious noises coming out of him. I'm not quite sure how he doesn't wake himself up.
2. My 4 year old is much more resourceful than I had given him credit for. After holding a napping Buggy for 2 hours (after he had already slept 2 hours) I came downstairs to find J playing nicely in the family room floor. When I went to throw something away, I found 4 go-gurt wrappers in the trash.
Oh my! You've gotten so big that you opened these wrappers yourself!
No, actually. I couldn't open them. I jus' got the scissors out. But I didn't cut off my fingers!
Well, there's that at least.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
can you follow these rules?
While playing "game", J described the rules to us....
If you lose, you lose. You don't get a turn. But if you win, you get another turn. So only if you win can you get a turn. The winner keeps going. If you lose, it's not your turn. You lose. Ok??
Um, sure. Ok.
Some pictures from "game" And just in case you're dying of curiosity, game has no real rules, other than the ones we make up as we go....but it involves throwing balls up the stairs.
Buggy just wanted to walk on the stairs.
So we had to add the gate.
If you lose, you lose. You don't get a turn. But if you win, you get another turn. So only if you win can you get a turn. The winner keeps going. If you lose, it's not your turn. You lose. Ok??
Um, sure. Ok.
Some pictures from "game" And just in case you're dying of curiosity, game has no real rules, other than the ones we make up as we go....but it involves throwing balls up the stairs.
Buggy just wanted to walk on the stairs.
So we had to add the gate.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
throwing words back at me
This morning I was a little frustrated with the way the kids were being clingy and whiny. J was standing in a doorway I was trying to walk through. After unsuccessfully asking him to move, I said "could you just move out of my way!"
He looked at me with a frown and said: don't say that to me! It's a (dis)respectful, rude choice!
He looked at me with a frown and said: don't say that to me! It's a (dis)respectful, rude choice!
Friday, February 25, 2011
circular logic
What's a boovy trap?
Matt: it's when you have a treasure and you don't want people to get it. So you put little traps around it to fool people.
Like a boovy trap?
[pause]
Yeah, like that.
Matt: it's when you have a treasure and you don't want people to get it. So you put little traps around it to fool people.
Like a boovy trap?
[pause]
Yeah, like that.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
what more could the less fortunate possibly want?
J: I'm feeling awful today.
Why?
Because some kids don't have any toys. Some kids don't have a Batman-cave. I should give those kids my batman-cave....
......then I can get that dragon castle.
Why?
Because some kids don't have any toys. Some kids don't have a Batman-cave. I should give those kids my batman-cave....
......then I can get that dragon castle.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Valentine's Day
I love this day. I love love. I love roses, daisies, hearts, pink, candy, sweets, romance, poems....well, I love it all. I know there are Valentine's day naysayers. And while I agree that love should be celebrated every day, I think there's just something wonderful about the over-the-top, mushy stuff that is February 14th. Whether it's romantic love, familial love, or friendly love, I think this day is so special.
I want my boys to grow up loving this day as well. So, I started the day off special. I put them in their special Valentine's shirts.
Man of your dreams
For school, J brought Valentines for his classmates. He also had a mail truck to collect his Valentines from his classmates.
After J's school day, they got to eat their goodies. And boy, did that go over well!
I took them to the park. They always love the park. It's a special treat any time it happens. (phone images....sorry for size!)
And for dinner, I planned a love-themed menu. Red strawberries, pink-dye hard boiled eggs with hearts drawn on them, and pink-dye pancakes in heart shapes.
Then we snuggled in bed and read several stories about love and family. All in all, a great day. And I hope they end up loving Valentine's day as much as I do.
I want my boys to grow up loving this day as well. So, I started the day off special. I put them in their special Valentine's shirts.
Man of your dreams
Loads of Love
I decorated, and left a vase of goodies just for them.
For school, J brought Valentines for his classmates. He also had a mail truck to collect his Valentines from his classmates.
After J's school day, they got to eat their goodies. And boy, did that go over well!
I took them to the park. They always love the park. It's a special treat any time it happens. (phone images....sorry for size!)
And for dinner, I planned a love-themed menu. Red strawberries, pink-dye hard boiled eggs with hearts drawn on them, and pink-dye pancakes in heart shapes.
Then we snuggled in bed and read several stories about love and family. All in all, a great day. And I hope they end up loving Valentine's day as much as I do.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
we might be too into glee...
yah, yah, gah guh grey
yah, yah, gah guh goooo
yah, yah, yah, yah, yah.
Ollie speak for "What if God Was One of Us"
yah, yah, gah guh goooo
yah, yah, yah, yah, yah.
Ollie speak for "What if God Was One of Us"
Sunday, February 6, 2011
regarding getting rid of pull-ups overnight
It's my privilege to NOT tinkle in the bed. Then I get a lot of presents.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
sick
Me: J, I think you need another breathing treatment.
J: Whyyyyy?
Me: Because you keep coughing.
J (cough, cough, cough): No (cough, cough) I (cough) don't! (cough, cough, cough, cough, cough)
J: Whyyyyy?
Me: Because you keep coughing.
J (cough, cough, cough): No (cough, cough) I (cough) don't! (cough, cough, cough, cough, cough)
Saturday, January 29, 2011
18 months....
err, make that 19.5 months. And that's how delayed our doctor's appointment was.
It started out routinely enough. He runs around the office, giving me near palpitations at how many germ-infested things he touches, and I try to pretend he's not actually touching anything.
Then we get escorted back to our room, where the nurse proceeds to torture him by taking his temperature and checking his height. Oh, and he's also naked (other than a diaper) which is the equivalent of his worst nightmare (more on that in another post). Nurse-Helpful reaches to take him from my arms so that she can weigh him in another room. He turns his head, burying it into my shoulder, and gives me a look like "is this lady for real? She wants to hold me after taking my temperature?!?"
So I carry him to be weighed, where again, he melts into hysterical sobs when I put him down. A clown hangs above the scale. Nurse-Helpful tries to show him this. Seriously? A clown? Who on earth thinks clowns are fun? Ollie takes after his father and cries harder.
I manage to calm him again when Nurse-Helpful leaves. For the record, she only ever appears for the initial weigh-ins at well visits and to give shots...perhaps that's why neither of my kids like her. They much prefer the Sick-Nurse, who knows us by name and always remembers quirky things about both of my boys. In fact, Sick-Nurse popped in to say hello and ask where big brother was that day (thankfully at school).
Long story short, Height: 34 3/4 inches (95 %). Weight: 31 lbs., 3 oz. (95%). Head circumference: off the charts. Vaccinations: 2. Tears: Many.
When I mentioned his big head, the pediatrician said "It's not big. It fits right in with the rest of him." And that's why I love her. She's so wonderful and fantastically on top of things with how behind we are on shots. She always knows exactly when he can and can't have another vaccine without me even having to tell her. She was so happy with how far he's come with his sensory issues and his walking. She was also glad to see his ear tubes in place. That has been the best decision! With all the sicknesses miraculously gone, he's made huge progress and is healthy for the first time in a long time.
Pre-shots and before he was aware there was something to be fearful of (sorry for the crappy cell-phone quality pics):
It started out routinely enough. He runs around the office, giving me near palpitations at how many germ-infested things he touches, and I try to pretend he's not actually touching anything.
Then we get escorted back to our room, where the nurse proceeds to torture him by taking his temperature and checking his height. Oh, and he's also naked (other than a diaper) which is the equivalent of his worst nightmare (more on that in another post). Nurse-Helpful reaches to take him from my arms so that she can weigh him in another room. He turns his head, burying it into my shoulder, and gives me a look like "is this lady for real? She wants to hold me after taking my temperature?!?"
So I carry him to be weighed, where again, he melts into hysterical sobs when I put him down. A clown hangs above the scale. Nurse-Helpful tries to show him this. Seriously? A clown? Who on earth thinks clowns are fun? Ollie takes after his father and cries harder.
I manage to calm him again when Nurse-Helpful leaves. For the record, she only ever appears for the initial weigh-ins at well visits and to give shots...perhaps that's why neither of my kids like her. They much prefer the Sick-Nurse, who knows us by name and always remembers quirky things about both of my boys. In fact, Sick-Nurse popped in to say hello and ask where big brother was that day (thankfully at school).
Long story short, Height: 34 3/4 inches (95 %). Weight: 31 lbs., 3 oz. (95%). Head circumference: off the charts. Vaccinations: 2. Tears: Many.
When I mentioned his big head, the pediatrician said "It's not big. It fits right in with the rest of him." And that's why I love her. She's so wonderful and fantastically on top of things with how behind we are on shots. She always knows exactly when he can and can't have another vaccine without me even having to tell her. She was so happy with how far he's come with his sensory issues and his walking. She was also glad to see his ear tubes in place. That has been the best decision! With all the sicknesses miraculously gone, he's made huge progress and is healthy for the first time in a long time.
Pre-shots and before he was aware there was something to be fearful of (sorry for the crappy cell-phone quality pics):
Thursday, January 27, 2011
music with mom
Today I had a very hard time deciding which picture to use for my photo a day challenge. I had such a busy day with both kids and there were plenty of pictures to choose from. But in the end, I decided not to use the following pictures for the challenge, because I thought they needed their own post.
Almost a year ago, I made this post. And now the time has come again to have a special day for moms at J's school. He has been so excited about this all week. Every day he comes home telling me something new. Tuesday he came home telling me that he had made me a special snack for Thursday. I was a bit (ok, a LOT) wary when he told me the special snack was ice cream. But at this stage in his life, I can typically assume he knows what he's talking about when it comes to school.
So I hired a babysitter for Ollie (his very first ever) and made my way to the school this morning. I love seeing portions of his school day. I love it for a lot of reasons, but the biggest one is that sometimes there's this lightbulb moment "aha! That's where he learned that from!"
We started out by going to his Music & Movement class. There we sang a song about driving to Minneapolis (first lightbulb!) and danced around. We also sang a song that including burping (second lightbulb...the fake burping has been driving me nuts!) And then we sang a song that included blowing raspberries (third lightbulb moment).
Then we were presented with a gift made by our children.
And then we were invited to enjoy a dessert made by our children. Thoughtfully, they labeled each dessert so that we were given the one our child had actually prepared.
It was an hour and a half of one-on-one fun that I thoroughly enjoyed. And I'm so glad I was able to see how J spends parts of his school day.
Almost a year ago, I made this post. And now the time has come again to have a special day for moms at J's school. He has been so excited about this all week. Every day he comes home telling me something new. Tuesday he came home telling me that he had made me a special snack for Thursday. I was a bit (ok, a LOT) wary when he told me the special snack was ice cream. But at this stage in his life, I can typically assume he knows what he's talking about when it comes to school.
So I hired a babysitter for Ollie (his very first ever) and made my way to the school this morning. I love seeing portions of his school day. I love it for a lot of reasons, but the biggest one is that sometimes there's this lightbulb moment "aha! That's where he learned that from!"
We started out by going to his Music & Movement class. There we sang a song about driving to Minneapolis (first lightbulb!) and danced around. We also sang a song that including burping (second lightbulb...the fake burping has been driving me nuts!) And then we sang a song that included blowing raspberries (third lightbulb moment).
getting ready to do our music:
Then we were presented with a gift made by our children.
And then we were invited to enjoy a dessert made by our children. Thoughtfully, they labeled each dessert so that we were given the one our child had actually prepared.
It was an hour and a half of one-on-one fun that I thoroughly enjoyed. And I'm so glad I was able to see how J spends parts of his school day.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
actor in the making
One of my favorite childhood memories is putting on "plays" for my parents. I use that term loosely, as I was mostly a child dictator demanding that they pay attention to me, and treating my siblings like servants. So I was delighted to be on the opposite end of the spectrum for the FIRST time today.
Yes, my 4 year old has finally come to the realization that he can monopolize our time by promising great theatrical entertainment. His show started with "ladies and gentlemen, you may come in." And consisted of jumping, twirling, rolling, and posing in gymnastics-like fashion. Oddly, there were alligators ready to eat his feet if he jumped off the chair.
Me: Wow, you'll have to be quick to get away from that many alligators!
J (giving me a nasty look for interrupting his theatrical debut): I am using my FANCY feet. They always get past the alligators.
Yes, my 4 year old has finally come to the realization that he can monopolize our time by promising great theatrical entertainment. His show started with "ladies and gentlemen, you may come in." And consisted of jumping, twirling, rolling, and posing in gymnastics-like fashion. Oddly, there were alligators ready to eat his feet if he jumped off the chair.
Me: Wow, you'll have to be quick to get away from that many alligators!
J (giving me a nasty look for interrupting his theatrical debut): I am using my FANCY feet. They always get past the alligators.
Monday, January 24, 2011
theatrics
First there's the need to constantly shut doors. Obviously, this can be problematic.
Then there's his desire to only eat dinner on his own terms....once he's played "this little piggy" on himself.
Then there's his desire to only eat dinner on his own terms....once he's played "this little piggy" on himself.
but what's past minnesota?
Me: J, you need to use the potty before you go to bed.
J: Trust me, I will do it. Trust me all the way to Minneapolis.
J: Trust me, I will do it. Trust me all the way to Minneapolis.
Friday, January 21, 2011
offensive?
J (while taking his socks off): Daddy! Smell my feet. They smell like *Susie*
*Name has been changed to protect the possibly offended.
*Name has been changed to protect the possibly offended.
sticking to the easy words
Me: O, can you say J______?
O: Brudda!
Me: Good job! But can you say J_____?
O: NO!
O: Brudda!
Me: Good job! But can you say J_____?
O: NO!
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Maybe we'll put off home improvements
J (while watching HGTV, where the guy was installing new flooring): This guy is freakin' me out!
Saturday, January 15, 2011
He's developing a personality
And I'm not sure how or when that happened. But one day, boom, he's a kid. Not a baby. Wow. Life is strange. The changes in a child's first 2 years are so incredible to witness and also so bittersweet. Matt told me not to rush his babyhood, not to wish for him to crawl and walk. Enjoy the immobile baby. But somehow, he turned into this tiny human anyway.
Today, Matt was lying on a pillow that O wanted. He kept yanking it, yelling "purple" (I'm assuming purple is pillow, but I could be wrong.) He was finally so exasperated that he said "Fie, Sih, Eight!" I burst into laughter. How can you not love a baby that knows what he wants, even when it means threatening his father with counting?
Today, Matt was lying on a pillow that O wanted. He kept yanking it, yelling "purple" (I'm assuming purple is pillow, but I could be wrong.) He was finally so exasperated that he said "Fie, Sih, Eight!" I burst into laughter. How can you not love a baby that knows what he wants, even when it means threatening his father with counting?
watch your language
Matt: I haven't played singles tennis in forever, I'll probably play like (muttering quietly) shit.
O: SHIH! SHIH!
O: SHIH! SHIH!
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
photo a day update
I added a link to the right hand column for my picasa photostream. This will be where the photo a day pictures are located.
Buggy-isms
Bast-off, peas?- Can I watch TV? (comes from blastoff in Little Einsteins)
Dit Dit- blanket
Peeple- computer (yeah, that one took awhile to figure out)
Foofa- Woofy, his stuffed dog generously given to him by Big Brother
Go?- food is all gone
'side- Let's go outside
Unh uh, Nooooo- pretty self-explanatory, but they always go hand in hand
soh- sock
hell- help
Dit Dit- blanket
Peeple- computer (yeah, that one took awhile to figure out)
Foofa- Woofy, his stuffed dog generously given to him by Big Brother
Go?- food is all gone
'side- Let's go outside
Unh uh, Nooooo- pretty self-explanatory, but they always go hand in hand
soh- sock
hell- help
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
photo a day
Since we clearly don't have time for everyday updates ;) We'll do a challenge on this blog too. A photo a day for all of 2011...starting now. Just like everything else, we're a little late on this. But that's ok. We technically only missed 9 days since we posted yesterday too.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Wow, we have a blog?!
Seriously, I've been gone forever. And I'm sorry for that. Life is, well busy. And blogging....not so much time for that. Between J's school, O's Gymboree class, and me picking back up my nanny job, we're constantly busy. Not to mention, facebook picture updates kind of make me forget to double the pictures on this site.
Plans for this week were not so plentiful, due to weather predictions. So this week, we are home and lazy. Today is a snow day, tomorrow is likely an ice day (school is already canceled and Matt will work from home), and then the typical week will pick back up on Wednesday. Matt will be traveling Thursday.
So, the snow pictures!!
Getting ready to go out:
Waiting...
Also, check out our other blog endeavor (52 weeks, 52 books) , which will chronicle our reading journey over the next year. And since it's something we're super passionate about, we're going to be updating it regularly.
Plans for this week were not so plentiful, due to weather predictions. So this week, we are home and lazy. Today is a snow day, tomorrow is likely an ice day (school is already canceled and Matt will work from home), and then the typical week will pick back up on Wednesday. Matt will be traveling Thursday.
So, the snow pictures!!
Getting ready to go out:
Waiting...
Also, check out our other blog endeavor (52 weeks, 52 books) , which will chronicle our reading journey over the next year. And since it's something we're super passionate about, we're going to be updating it regularly.
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