Which is worse:
Watching the finale of Biggest Loser while your little one naps instead of doing yard work? Um... don't read that Honey.
OR
Watching the finale of Biggest Loser while you eat a handful of chocolate chips?
Hmm...
Can I blame both those on the baby... or at least the second?
On the baby note. The little shy one wouldn't uncross its legs so we have no clue what its going to be... yet. Next appointment I'm drinking a liter of juice beforehand to liven it up.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Rather than title this, "Things I don't want to forget part 2 kabillion..." We'll leave that part blank for now.
But here I go again.... with things I hope I remember someday.
First Lady.
THAT GIRL IS AN EATER! This morning she ate 2 1/2 pieces of chip-beef-on-toast which was more than brother OR king ate (I ate more....). Immediately after she reached up to pull the diaper bag off its high perch. Yes, she's strong enough. She just leans back and pulls that monster down. She instantly started rummaging through it until she found the raisins. Not just the little box of raisins, the huge, 100 0z (?) bag from Costco. Alas, there were only 4 left. That's right folks. She's almost single handedly eaten them ALL. At this point she was in tears. She can't possibly still be hungry right? She's only what? 16 months? She'll be eating us out of house in home by two.
On a slightly different note. We're trying to break her finger-sucking habit. It went from only sucking on them when she was tired or upset, to a 24-7 ordeal. So we started putting long socks on her arms. At first we only needed one, now she switches hands and sucks on the other fingers. So now she's a two socked girl. People keep asking what happened to her, and I guess it does look a bit like gauze or a wrap over a cast. All in all, I don't think its working. At times she sucks on the socks, and the SECOND those babies come off (like at meal-times) the fingers go IN! Argh. Ideas anyone?
As for brother- we've got a classic we might retell to his children some day.
I was sitting up on the stand, playing the organ in church on Sunday and King was sitting down with the kids. As this happens every other week, brother often scoots to the bench in front of us to sit with an elderly couple he calls grandma and grandpa. It's pretty cute. They love him, he loves them, he minds them very well, and King only has to wrestle one child while I'm playing the organ. Win-win.
Anyhow, last Sunday a single mother with a young baby came and sat on the same row as the elderly couple. Not long after she'd taken a seat with her baby, Brother pointed to her chest and said, "Those are for babies." I guess the young mother stammered a reply like, "Um... yes." Obviously shocked and confused. But brother persevered to make it all the more awkward. "They drink milk! Slurp Slurp Slurp!" Mind you, this is in the middle of quiet sacrament meeting. King looked away with a straight face and pretended he hadn't heard- apparently absorbed in the speaker. The elderly couple were CRACKING UP, and the young mother was staring at him in disbelief. I hope she comes back to church.
King asked me that night if we talk about that subject often.... um, no. I don't know where he gets these things...
But here I go again.... with things I hope I remember someday.
First Lady.
THAT GIRL IS AN EATER! This morning she ate 2 1/2 pieces of chip-beef-on-toast which was more than brother OR king ate (I ate more....). Immediately after she reached up to pull the diaper bag off its high perch. Yes, she's strong enough. She just leans back and pulls that monster down. She instantly started rummaging through it until she found the raisins. Not just the little box of raisins, the huge, 100 0z (?) bag from Costco. Alas, there were only 4 left. That's right folks. She's almost single handedly eaten them ALL. At this point she was in tears. She can't possibly still be hungry right? She's only what? 16 months? She'll be eating us out of house in home by two.
On a slightly different note. We're trying to break her finger-sucking habit. It went from only sucking on them when she was tired or upset, to a 24-7 ordeal. So we started putting long socks on her arms. At first we only needed one, now she switches hands and sucks on the other fingers. So now she's a two socked girl. People keep asking what happened to her, and I guess it does look a bit like gauze or a wrap over a cast. All in all, I don't think its working. At times she sucks on the socks, and the SECOND those babies come off (like at meal-times) the fingers go IN! Argh. Ideas anyone?
As for brother- we've got a classic we might retell to his children some day.
I was sitting up on the stand, playing the organ in church on Sunday and King was sitting down with the kids. As this happens every other week, brother often scoots to the bench in front of us to sit with an elderly couple he calls grandma and grandpa. It's pretty cute. They love him, he loves them, he minds them very well, and King only has to wrestle one child while I'm playing the organ. Win-win.
Anyhow, last Sunday a single mother with a young baby came and sat on the same row as the elderly couple. Not long after she'd taken a seat with her baby, Brother pointed to her chest and said, "Those are for babies." I guess the young mother stammered a reply like, "Um... yes." Obviously shocked and confused. But brother persevered to make it all the more awkward. "They drink milk! Slurp Slurp Slurp!" Mind you, this is in the middle of quiet sacrament meeting. King looked away with a straight face and pretended he hadn't heard- apparently absorbed in the speaker. The elderly couple were CRACKING UP, and the young mother was staring at him in disbelief. I hope she comes back to church.
King asked me that night if we talk about that subject often.... um, no. I don't know where he gets these things...
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Nephi
Last night we re-enacted the story of Nephi for Family Home Evening. (Its from the scriptures folks). Brother got to be Nephi (the good minder, the obedient son... we were going for a theme). King was Lehi. Sister and I were Laman and Lemuel. (The grumpy guys. The murmurers /whiners). Lucky us. We left Jerusalem, went back to get the plates (scriptures), got Ishmaels family, broke our bow, got the Liahona, and started building a boat.
Anyhow- the point is- Brother loved it. It's even paying of SLIGHTLY to remind him he's like Nephi and he needs to be a great minder.
This morning he was begging to don the bathrobes again and pretend we were Nephi, Laman, and Lemuel again. He refused to let sister be Sam. He even called her Lemuel all morning. Oh well. The funny part is all the twists that showed up in the story this morning. I was called Laman or Grumpy Guy all morning. I was chastised for not being grumpy enough and for saying, "please." He asked if I was grumpy because I didn't take a nap. (Yes!) All of a sudden the Liahona helped you fly with a hot air balloon. Nephi finally got to make a campfire- but he had to cook marshmallows. And every night he cooked hamburgers and ate cold cheese. I wonder if Nephi knew he got such a good menu. I had to try and not smile.
So here's my hat off to Nephi for being such a good son. A good minder. A good role-model for MY son. The Lord knew what he was doing when he put the story of an imperfect family in the Book of Mormon first. A great father, a lot of hardships, some good and some awful brothers, new challenges, brave women having children in the wilderness etc. etc. etc. He knew that story would get read the most frequently. And I'm so glad.
Anyhow- the point is- Brother loved it. It's even paying of SLIGHTLY to remind him he's like Nephi and he needs to be a great minder.
This morning he was begging to don the bathrobes again and pretend we were Nephi, Laman, and Lemuel again. He refused to let sister be Sam. He even called her Lemuel all morning. Oh well. The funny part is all the twists that showed up in the story this morning. I was called Laman or Grumpy Guy all morning. I was chastised for not being grumpy enough and for saying, "please." He asked if I was grumpy because I didn't take a nap. (Yes!) All of a sudden the Liahona helped you fly with a hot air balloon. Nephi finally got to make a campfire- but he had to cook marshmallows. And every night he cooked hamburgers and ate cold cheese. I wonder if Nephi knew he got such a good menu. I had to try and not smile.
So here's my hat off to Nephi for being such a good son. A good minder. A good role-model for MY son. The Lord knew what he was doing when he put the story of an imperfect family in the Book of Mormon first. A great father, a lot of hardships, some good and some awful brothers, new challenges, brave women having children in the wilderness etc. etc. etc. He knew that story would get read the most frequently. And I'm so glad.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Three
Three things I've been waiting three months to tell you.
1) We will have three kids three years old and younger come Nov. 8. Ish. They've already changed the date once... and I'm sure its likely to happen again.
2) Three meals a day is NEVER enough.
3) Three-year-olds make good big brothers, but have three times the energy I do...
This bump makes it a tad uncomfortable though.
1) We will have three kids three years old and younger come Nov. 8. Ish. They've already changed the date once... and I'm sure its likely to happen again.
2) Three meals a day is NEVER enough.
3) Three-year-olds make good big brothers, but have three times the energy I do...
Oh, I finally am posting the picture of the beloved Ergo.
This bump makes it a tad uncomfortable though.Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Things I want to remember part 2.. million...
I like blogging. Some days. But its useful even when I don't. I consider it to be my informal journal- since my actual journal writing has gone WAY downhill.
Anyhow.
Funny/memorable things my kids have said that I won't remember in a week if I don't write down even though I should really be in bed sleeping...
1. Background: Brother loves the game hide and seek. I'd taught him before, but when King re-taught him the other day, it was all of a sudden WAY more fun. He's played it AT LEAST three times today. The second game we played for about ten minutes (with me trying not to smile when he'd say, "Mommy! Find me first!" ... There's no one else playing!) I was a bit tired and laid down on the couch. He wanted to play more, so I tried the lame line, "I'm going to hide right here. You go count."
"You have to have the blanket to hide. Don't you know that?"
Oh yeah.
2. Sister can say "hot, uh-oh," and has added to her repituare of ONE sign. She now has two. (Brother has decided signing is the coolest thing ever and always asks "How to say that with your hands." That is another story for another time...) Back to Sister's two signs. More, and please. She's also decided to consent that she has other body parts besides her fingers, nose, and belly-button. She'll now point to her hair, her eyes, and her ears. Progress.
She's also picked up the adorable habit of twirling her hair with her left hand while she sucks on her right. At this rate, by the time she's three she might sport bald patches and only eight fingers. The others will have been sucked off.
(PS: Yes, her hair not always this crazy... just half the time...I do try...)
2 1/2: Sister has a very delicate palate. Brother's is improving all the time... slowly. Sister turns her nose up at a meal one day, then GOBBLES the same meal down the next. One never knows what to feed her. Case in point? Tonight we made home-made pressure cooked beans. DELISH. So good. I thought she'd love them. She loves beans... No go. So we pulled out the corn so she'd eat SOMETHING. This is also a tried-and-true favorite. Nothing. So I mixed them. Vwala. Sucess. She at the whole thing... She might be a tad stubborn.
3. Random tangent. Why does it ALWAYS seem to snow on Conference Weekend. Uncanny.
Saturday we enjoyed the day listening to Conference and working outside with my parents. We even got a tad pink.
Sunday we woke up to 4-6 inches of snow.
Go figure.
Good night.
Anyhow.
Funny/memorable things my kids have said that I won't remember in a week if I don't write down even though I should really be in bed sleeping...
1. Background: Brother loves the game hide and seek. I'd taught him before, but when King re-taught him the other day, it was all of a sudden WAY more fun. He's played it AT LEAST three times today. The second game we played for about ten minutes (with me trying not to smile when he'd say, "Mommy! Find me first!" ... There's no one else playing!) I was a bit tired and laid down on the couch. He wanted to play more, so I tried the lame line, "I'm going to hide right here. You go count."
"You have to have the blanket to hide. Don't you know that?"
Oh yeah.
2. Sister can say "hot, uh-oh," and has added to her repituare of ONE sign. She now has two. (Brother has decided signing is the coolest thing ever and always asks "How to say that with your hands." That is another story for another time...) Back to Sister's two signs. More, and please. She's also decided to consent that she has other body parts besides her fingers, nose, and belly-button. She'll now point to her hair, her eyes, and her ears. Progress.
She's also picked up the adorable habit of twirling her hair with her left hand while she sucks on her right. At this rate, by the time she's three she might sport bald patches and only eight fingers. The others will have been sucked off.
(PS: Yes, her hair not always this crazy... just half the time...I do try...)
2 1/2: Sister has a very delicate palate. Brother's is improving all the time... slowly. Sister turns her nose up at a meal one day, then GOBBLES the same meal down the next. One never knows what to feed her. Case in point? Tonight we made home-made pressure cooked beans. DELISH. So good. I thought she'd love them. She loves beans... No go. So we pulled out the corn so she'd eat SOMETHING. This is also a tried-and-true favorite. Nothing. So I mixed them. Vwala. Sucess. She at the whole thing... She might be a tad stubborn.
3. Random tangent. Why does it ALWAYS seem to snow on Conference Weekend. Uncanny.
Saturday we enjoyed the day listening to Conference and working outside with my parents. We even got a tad pink.
Sunday we woke up to 4-6 inches of snow.
Go figure.Good night.
Monday, March 21, 2011
What do I call this post?
I'm positive I've said I'll never endorse products of any kind. If I didn't say that here- I meant to.
Why?
1) The obvious. I say, "I love it." You say, "I hate it." Or vice versa. We all have our own opinions. I have better things to argue about.
2) I don't want to be held accountable when you come back and say, "But you said.... you loved/hated..." Don't take my word as gospel.
That being said.
I heart Ergo Baby Carriers.
My sister told me AFTER I'd gotten my Baby Bjorn Sport/Active (that I loved) how much she loved her Ergo carrier. She could carry her babies on her front, side, back. And it held them until they were 40 pounds. I tried it on. That's nice. But I have a new Baby Bjorn that was given to me by loving people. I'm fine.
And I was.
Baby #1. Great.
Baby #2. Great.
But baby #2 got bigger. And maxed out the 26 lb. carrier at 21 lbs. (She's a tad bigger than brother). Problem- this girl LOVES to be held ... all at the hardest moments: carrying laundry, cooking dinner etc. And the Bjorn only held her in front. Thus making juggling things around her body a bit harder.
All the while my sister continues to post pictures of her lugging her 2 year old around Asia on her back in the famous Ergo carrier of hers.
I broke down.
I sold my Bjorn.
I bought an Ergo on Ebay. Used.
And I love it.
Today I cooked a meal, and hauled laundry up two flights of stairs with sister tucked neatly, lightly, on my back. Breezy Peazy. So nice!! Sick kid? I still get two hands when I must have them. Tired and wants to be held when I'm cooking dinner? Check.
I tried to coax a smile from King by telling him how thrifty and nice on the budget I'd been (after selling the Bjorn first and not buying the NEW (I should have) on sale for $50. (If it happens again, I'm buying it and selling the old on ebay again. Not to knock my new Ergo- just sayin.). All in all I only spent $22. STEAL!!
So yes. If you asked me today if I'd endorse a product- I'd tell mom's with small ones.
Just buy the Ergo. You'll thank me one day.
I'll take a picture tomorrow. I hope to post it by next week.
Why?
1) The obvious. I say, "I love it." You say, "I hate it." Or vice versa. We all have our own opinions. I have better things to argue about.
2) I don't want to be held accountable when you come back and say, "But you said.... you loved/hated..." Don't take my word as gospel.
That being said.
I heart Ergo Baby Carriers.
My sister told me AFTER I'd gotten my Baby Bjorn Sport/Active (that I loved) how much she loved her Ergo carrier. She could carry her babies on her front, side, back. And it held them until they were 40 pounds. I tried it on. That's nice. But I have a new Baby Bjorn that was given to me by loving people. I'm fine.
And I was.
Baby #1. Great.
Baby #2. Great.
But baby #2 got bigger. And maxed out the 26 lb. carrier at 21 lbs. (She's a tad bigger than brother). Problem- this girl LOVES to be held ... all at the hardest moments: carrying laundry, cooking dinner etc. And the Bjorn only held her in front. Thus making juggling things around her body a bit harder.
All the while my sister continues to post pictures of her lugging her 2 year old around Asia on her back in the famous Ergo carrier of hers.
I broke down.
I sold my Bjorn.
I bought an Ergo on Ebay. Used.
And I love it.
Today I cooked a meal, and hauled laundry up two flights of stairs with sister tucked neatly, lightly, on my back. Breezy Peazy. So nice!! Sick kid? I still get two hands when I must have them. Tired and wants to be held when I'm cooking dinner? Check.
I tried to coax a smile from King by telling him how thrifty and nice on the budget I'd been (after selling the Bjorn first and not buying the NEW (I should have) on sale for $50. (If it happens again, I'm buying it and selling the old on ebay again. Not to knock my new Ergo- just sayin.). All in all I only spent $22. STEAL!!
So yes. If you asked me today if I'd endorse a product- I'd tell mom's with small ones.
Just buy the Ergo. You'll thank me one day.
I'll take a picture tomorrow. I hope to post it by next week.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Things I need to write down before I forget.
In no particular order.
1) King. Bringing me home my OWN box of Thin Mint Girl Scout Cookies was one of the nicest things you've ever done for me.
2) Sister. You did it! THANK YOU! Thank you. Thank you. THANK you. THANK YOU for FINALLY trying to communicate with something other than looks and screams. Months of trying to teach you to sign (while you look at me like, "yeah, right mom.") has paid off with ONE sign. "More." Ahhhh..... but its something. (I should add that you did it PERFECTLY the first time- not like an infant- which tells me you've had the capability and know-how for months now, and are just too stubborn to do it when asked/probed/bribed/pleaded...)
3) Brother. WOW! You have been cooperative lately!!! What a joy! I know I get easily frustrated with you and expect you to be 5 or 10, not three. You seem to take it in stride. I'm so proud of you. I love the way you break of the TINIEST piece of whatever you are eating to share with sister. Note- tiny means minuscule so "she couldn't choke, Mom!"
4) Spring. Thanks for showing up.... finally. I love you. I planted strawberries (thanks mom and grandpa) today in your honor. I hope some of them survive.
5) Nachos. When did you become so addicting? I love you too. Not as much as King. Or the kids.
Good night.
1) King. Bringing me home my OWN box of Thin Mint Girl Scout Cookies was one of the nicest things you've ever done for me.
2) Sister. You did it! THANK YOU! Thank you. Thank you. THANK you. THANK YOU for FINALLY trying to communicate with something other than looks and screams. Months of trying to teach you to sign (while you look at me like, "yeah, right mom.") has paid off with ONE sign. "More." Ahhhh..... but its something. (I should add that you did it PERFECTLY the first time- not like an infant- which tells me you've had the capability and know-how for months now, and are just too stubborn to do it when asked/probed/bribed/pleaded...)
3) Brother. WOW! You have been cooperative lately!!! What a joy! I know I get easily frustrated with you and expect you to be 5 or 10, not three. You seem to take it in stride. I'm so proud of you. I love the way you break of the TINIEST piece of whatever you are eating to share with sister. Note- tiny means minuscule so "she couldn't choke, Mom!"
4) Spring. Thanks for showing up.... finally. I love you. I planted strawberries (thanks mom and grandpa) today in your honor. I hope some of them survive.
5) Nachos. When did you become so addicting? I love you too. Not as much as King. Or the kids.
Good night.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
I looked out the window and what did I see?
Loads and loads of snow just waiting for me.... (or my brother in law T and hubby to shovel). I just watched.
An hour and a half later T came in. Good work guys!
Mind you- we had NO snow yesterday, and woke up to at LEAST six inches.
That was more snow than "then storm of the decade" we had a few months back. Go figure.
(Pardon the photos. It's hard to get a good shot without leaving the comfy cozy indoors- which I didn't.)
Side note: Today is Tuesday. Forcast for Thursday? 60 degrees.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Loads of Pictures
So, I haven't uploaded pictures since Christmas.
Slow. I know.
So kick back. Relax. Enjoy or ignore the minimal commentary.
Here goes.
First, King had a birthday.
How I missed taking pictures of the actual event, and how I missed recording it I'll never know. But I sure love that man! I don't know what we'd do without him.
The kids (Brother) helped Grandma make some cookies. Lady got to help lick the beater. Heaven. Capital H.
Sharing. Thanks babe.
And with all that goodness... she still needed her fingers...
Brother helped put cookie dough on the pan with one hand while eating finished cookies with his other. Good multi-tasking.
They also played outside a bit. Spring..... is..... coming.... very.... slowly....
We went to the Children's Museum with some friends. You'd think after the dozens of pictures I took, I'd find more I liked. But I didn't. So here's my favorite. Brother is filling up the fire truck with gas while sister gleefully drives. Our friend B in the background is wondering why I keep pulling out the camera.
If sister pulls her fingers out of her mouth, she might look like this.
The other 99 % of the time she looks like this.
Brother and King get to play in the evenings or weekends.
Both kids get a ride...
Some rides end up better than others.
Lady woke up with THIS crazy hair from a nap.
After we took a picture, she tried to comb it in place.
It's been birthday-central around here.
Brother had a birthday! 3? Not possible. (More on this later)
Everyone enjoyed cake. (Thanks Grandpa!) Lady enjoyed wearing it.
We spent a nice afternoon at the park. Swings are a hit with this guy.
She's getting used to them- but I think they'll win her over.
Slides? We'll see.
I'll try to do better. No promises.
Until next time!
Slow. I know.
So kick back. Relax. Enjoy or ignore the minimal commentary.
Here goes.
First, King had a birthday.
How I missed taking pictures of the actual event, and how I missed recording it I'll never know. But I sure love that man! I don't know what we'd do without him.
The kids (Brother) helped Grandma make some cookies. Lady got to help lick the beater. Heaven. Capital H.
Sharing. Thanks babe.
And with all that goodness... she still needed her fingers...
Brother helped put cookie dough on the pan with one hand while eating finished cookies with his other. Good multi-tasking.
They also played outside a bit. Spring..... is..... coming.... very.... slowly....
We went to the Children's Museum with some friends. You'd think after the dozens of pictures I took, I'd find more I liked. But I didn't. So here's my favorite. Brother is filling up the fire truck with gas while sister gleefully drives. Our friend B in the background is wondering why I keep pulling out the camera.
If sister pulls her fingers out of her mouth, she might look like this.
The other 99 % of the time she looks like this.
Brother and King get to play in the evenings or weekends. 
Both kids get a ride...
Some rides end up better than others.
Lady woke up with THIS crazy hair from a nap.
After we took a picture, she tried to comb it in place. 
It's been birthday-central around here.Brother had a birthday! 3? Not possible. (More on this later)
Everyone enjoyed cake. (Thanks Grandpa!) Lady enjoyed wearing it.
We spent a nice afternoon at the park. Swings are a hit with this guy.
She's getting used to them- but I think they'll win her over.
Slides? We'll see.
I'll try to do better. No promises.Until next time!
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Crochet
I'm trying to learn something new. The old saying says you can't teach an old dog new tricks. Since my new skill isn't going so well, how do they define old...?
Sister A (the one NOT in Thailand) is trying to teach me to crochet via google video chat. That's hard. Which string do I go through? What do you mean two on top? How many threads do YOU see? So with some help from her, some dozens (yes, DOZENS) of hours trying to read patterns, and a few local friends I just remembered could crochet... I am learning.
How's it going?
Um. We've got:
One red pot holder King says is useless. Something about burning his fingers through the holes.
One red scarf. NOT useless.... just very skinny so I wouldn't spend all year making it.
One HUGE beanie- it was supposed to be beautiful. That's not the first word that comes to mind when you see it... and no, you probably won't be seeing it.
One half started beanie number 2- since I learned a LOT on the first try- we're giving it another round. Ask me in a week or two how its comin...
Sister A (the one NOT in Thailand) is trying to teach me to crochet via google video chat. That's hard. Which string do I go through? What do you mean two on top? How many threads do YOU see? So with some help from her, some dozens (yes, DOZENS) of hours trying to read patterns, and a few local friends I just remembered could crochet... I am learning.
How's it going?
Um. We've got:
One red pot holder King says is useless. Something about burning his fingers through the holes.
One red scarf. NOT useless.... just very skinny so I wouldn't spend all year making it.
One HUGE beanie- it was supposed to be beautiful. That's not the first word that comes to mind when you see it... and no, you probably won't be seeing it.
One half started beanie number 2- since I learned a LOT on the first try- we're giving it another round. Ask me in a week or two how its comin...
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