Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
I probably should have cried after my three year old told me he hates me, but it was so funny because he is always asking people "What your favorite color?" and then he will tell them that he loves all the colors. So eventhough he hates everyone in the world, he still wanted everyone to know that he likes all the colors.
Today . .Trenton is trying to parent Dallas and I tell him that he's not the parent-he's the brother and someday he will be the daddy. Dallas then tells us, "Yeah and someday I'll be the mommy." We already knew that though as he is planning on nursing in the future.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
So, last Monday I was noting Lexi's amazing male pattern baldness and, well, it wasn't cute.
So, I get a little ambitious and put my problem solving skills to the test. My solution: shave it clean!
A week later her acne is almost cleared up and I am used to having a bald baby . . .nothing a cute little hat or bow can't fix.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
*sleeps all day, awake all night
*always drops a load right after I've changed her diaper, or better yet, as I am chaning her diaper . .nothing like being shot from the behind (literally)
*projectile vomit anyone? again, right after she's just been dressed in a clean outfit
*empties any diaper wipes, kleenex boxes, toilet paper rolls that she can get her hands on in 5 seconds flat
*makeup here, there, everywhere . . .there are many days that I don't ever get around to dolling up so one would think that I wouldn't go through makeup very quickly. And, that would be the case if Brooklyn didn't have a knack for sneaking into the bathroom and applying mascara to her face, hair and the floor/ eating lipgloss/ dumping out foundation and powders, etc. etc.
*whiner- she will not stop whining until she gets what she wants . .which is fine unless we're in public and then it can be a little embarassing
*clogged toilets . . .could someone please explain to this kid for the umpteenth time that he doesn't need an entire roll of toilet paper to wipe his behind and actually have him still remember the next time he visits the john.
*Food, food, food. this list alone could be published as a novel, but his latest was getting into unopened boxes of jello not once but twice in the same day. The second time he was successful in dumping the entire thing out on the floor of his bedroom as he gleefully licked handfulls of cherry flavored powder. His hands washed up just fine, unfortunately knowing that the second the jello on the carpet got wet the red dye would kick in . .I decided to just vacuum it up instead. The downside. . there is still a nice large spot of pink tinted carpet in his room waiing like a timebomb for a run in with liquid. The upside-everytime I vacuum our house is now filled with the pleasant scent of cherry candy.
*spills-He is incapable of making it through a meal without spilling his drink. Okay, maybe he's done it a couple of times, but our solution for the remaining 99% of the time that he does spill is give him about an ounce at a time . .which means Dave and I spend our meals pouring beverages rather than eating.
*Backwards-Dallas puts on every article of clothing backwards about 90% of the time. . . .shirt, underwear, pants, shoes. Most days I don't care, but when I do want him to look somewhat presentable. . it means 5 extra minutes of prep time getting him redressed the right way.
*wet diapers-this kid will probably wear diapers at night until he's 20 . .hopefully at 20 he won't still take them off in the morning and just leave them on the floor for all to smell and on a really go0d day step on with a barefoot.
*Cologne-Dave keeps his cologne on a shelf in our bathrrom that the boys can access by standing on the toilet. For some reason, both boys think this is some type of hair styling product and are forever coming out with heads drenched in Calvin Kelin Euphoria. Are you beginning to smell our house yet . .. .dirty diapers, cherry jello and now cologne . . . .mmmmmmmmmmm.
*Bully-everyday when Trenton gets home from school there is an immediate mood shift in our house. The energy level goes up about 75% and the crying spells are much m0re frequent as he constantly pesters Brooklyn by taking her blanket, doll, chair or whatever object he knows she will cry for until she gets it back and bugging Dallas with the incessant hit, push, kick, tap, etc. Isn't the oldest child supposed to be helpful in tending to the younger ones? Maybe I would have had more luck had he not been a boy and been only 5 years old as the oldest child. Is it too late for a redo?
Okay I'm done . . .surely there is more, but that is enough for now. Did I mention that I love my kids? I do. Sure I find them and their reactions and tantrums rediculous at times, but who wouldn't? Kids were meant to make messes, push the limits and test the patience of those tending them . . .that is how both the children and parents learn and grow in this life.
So, back to my original question . .what do your kids do over and over for "fun"? Remind me that I'm not alone in this.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Here is our lame attempt at a costume for the baby: a cute little witches hat inherited from my aunt. She did what babies do best . ..slept all day and not too much that night.Brooklyn stole the hearts (and candy) of many as she walked the streets in Multnomah Village as the cutest little cheerleader ever. Notice she had to bring her purse along to collect the goods.Dallas donned Trenton's old costume: an ugly purple dragon that reminds me way too much of Barney. He loved it all the same (really anything was a step up from wearing Trenton's dirty underwear last year, right?) Lastly, Trenton was a very proud Batman . .finally getting to show off his muscles .. . .fake as they may be.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Dallas pointing to the bassinet next to my bed, "Dis Lexi's bed?"
Dallas- Why Lexi sweep (translation- sleep) in your woom?
Me-Where else could she sleep?
Dallas -Her can sweep in Brooklyn's woom.
Me- Well, baby likes to eat a lot during the night so I keep her close to me.
Dallas- Where our next baby gonna sweep?
Me-You think we should have another baby?
Me- I think we'll have to get a new house. You sure you want another baby?
Dallas- Yes, I wanna boy one dis time cause I don't want fwee girls. The new baby can sweep in my woom (standing in only his underwear and pointing to his nipples) cause my miwk come out of dees things.
Me- (chuckle chuckle)
Dallas-So put dat baby back in your tummy.
Me- (chuckle chuckle)
Dallas- Put dat baby away. Put it back in your tummy. I wanna boy one.
So, if by some miracle we decide to have another child someday and it happens to be a boy (since I would be required to put the girl back in my tummy) I am off the hook for round the clock feeding since Dallas will have the nursing covered.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
So I am not really asking for more meals, but found it funny enough to share. Sadly, I followed the 10 second rule (although it took me longer than 10 minutes to clean up all the splatter) and scooped the main pile of this up into the casserole dish, topped it with mashed potatoes and cheese and baked it anyway. Surprize Dave! Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
1. At one point Lexi was wailing, Brooklyn screaming and Dallas apparently felt left out so decided to chime in with his own very loud and fake whining . .luckily it just made me laugh.
2. I had to lock Brooklyn out of my room so I could nurse the baby without Brooklyn poking her eyes and rubbing her snot nose in her face. Brooklyn spent the first several minutes crying and banging on the door and eventually gave up. After I was all finished up, I found her satisfied by the pantry where she had ripped open a box of cake mix, chewed throught the plastic like a rat and was eating handfulls of dry cake mix (pictures to follow). Let the fun begin of what messes I will discover and be forced to clean up each and every time I have to leave the kids unsupervised.
3. My visiting teacher dropped off dinner this evening while the boys were in the bath. She's new in the ward so doesn't know us very well, until now anyway. The boys were in the middle of fighting over who knows what in the bath when Dallas starts crying and launches his soapy body over the side of the tub and waddles through his drips toward the kitchen and just as I am about to get on his case for getting out of the bath I notice the blood dripping out of his mouth. Apparently whatever Trenton had done resulted in Dallas biting his tongue. I'm just thinking please don't let this require stitches like it did for Trenton a few years back. We cure him quickly with a popscicle, but then of course Brooklyn starts crying because she wants one too. After digging through the freezer all I can come up with is a sore throat relief ice pop and decide that now is as good of a time as any and give it Brooklyn. Then Dallas wants that kind and Brooklyn still wants an otter pop so I just switch and give them each others. Meanwhile Trenton comes out in his towel as well and starts grabbing for the brownies that were brought as part of the meal and doesn't listen to me when I tell him to wait. Dallas is still sitting in a towel on the table with his little man parts in plain view all the while I am trying to "visit" with my visiting teacher like everything is totally calm and normal. Calm? Not even close, but unfortunately this is terribly normal for life in our house. She said she be calling me to see if I needed anything. Maybe I should just ask her to call Nanny 911 right now?
4. By far my favorite for the day was this (if you don't like personal stories stop reading now as I lack in refraining from sharing things that some would rather not hear:
Dallas barges into the bathroom while I am busy taking care of my postpartum body and asks "Why you wearing a diaper?"
"I'm not." I respond hoping he'll just drop it.
"Why you wearing a diaper?" he repeats again.
"It's not a dipaer, it's a pad" I say praying he'll just give up already.
Like any curious 3 year old he was clearly unsatisfied by my response and asks yet again, "why you wearing a diaper?"
I surrender, "because I just had a baby."
Dallas walks out into my bedroom and announces to Trenton, "Mommy wears diapers now cause she had a baby."
I can already hear this declaration being shared with his preschool class for show and tell tomorrow.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Here are some "cleaner" photos of Lexi
Monday, October 20, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
More summer fun! Brooklyn loves to "dance", clap and occasionally "sing" when there is music playing. She also loves to dump out boxes of cereal. Dallas sleeps in any position except with his head on his pillow lying the right way in his bed. Usually it's sideways with his feet up on the all or dangling over the side of the bed. In case anyone is wondering, no he is definitely not a fun kid to sleep with!