First off, thank you to all those who offered suggestions for movie watching. My Netflix queue is full and we are happily enjoying many of your suggestions.
But I need your help again. I think that Ivory needs her tonsils out. Not like tomorrow or anything, but I think the journey down that road needs to start sooner than later. Does anyone know any good ENT doctors?
Monday, March 7, 2011
Sensored
I would apologize in advance for this post, but most of you are aware of our off-humor sometimes. Plus, if you didn't want to read this post, you wouldn't be here in the first place?
The other day, I was reading to the kids, a fairly normal occurence. Ivory got a princess book for her birthday and we were enjoying the pictures and the wondertube. Tyler was on the couch, half paying attention and half dozing. Then I read a line that will forever go down in history in our house.
(Mouse talking to Cinderella)
"Where have you been today?" Jaq asked.
I continued to read along blithely, although I wish I could have seen Tyler's face at this point. He didn't miss a beat, but came back with, "Yes, where have you been today, JACK ASked?"
The kids were clueless, of course. I was trying very hard not to laugh hysterically at his rude humor, but I wasn't doing the best job.
I managed to read through three princess stories, all the time being bombarded by Tyler with phrases that Jack might have asked. He kept laughing and I kept laughing and the kids looked on with curious amazement.
But don't think they didn't put something together. Ivory has started being funny recently. She does things that make me laugh outright. So she tries a little harder to get a foot in the door when it comes to jokes. We were all sitting eating dinner the next evening and talking about whatnot and suddenly Ivory says something and follows it up with 'Jack asked' and a round of her own cute giggles. (After all, that is what her parents did for an hour the night before.) And boy did we laugh again. This did not help in way of encouragement.
So that phrase comes up more than is entirely appropriate at the moment. On the way to the grocery store. As we were leaving from church. (Thank goodness we were leaving.) I'm trying not to react so we can squash it early, but it doesn't help that Tyler says it quite a bit himself. And it is funny. You know, the whole I'm-swearing-but-it-doesn't-count-because-it's-not-really-a-swear-word game.
And speaking of foul language. Daisy speaks well enough, but there are still plenty of words that I can't decipher. There is one in particular that I can't figure out. I don't know what she is saying, but it sure sounds like the f-word. She doesn't say it often, but it pops up every now and then and I cringe a little. The f-word happens to be my least favorite of the swear words. (I only know like 5 to begin with anyway.) Since I don't know what the original word is, I don't really know when she will use it again. I have my fingers crossed that she will try it out in nursery sometime. (Those people need a good laugh.)
Now that you all think a smidge less of our family, I will tell you one of Ivory's first really good jokes. We were folding laundry and she had taken a sheet out of the hamper. She will usually lay the sheet down on the floor and fold it laboriously from the corners. That isn't so bad, except that I don't really like my clean sheets on the floor; it kind of defeats the purpose of washing them. So instead, this time I picked it up and showed her how two people can fold a sheet together holding the corners. She thought that was fabulous; she'd never seen anything quite like it. I know I used to have the kids help with the sheets, but for the last while (say 3 years or so) I just fold the sheets myself or the kids do the floor-method. She wanted to try it again, so she got the biggest thing she could find (a towel) and said, "Here mom, you take the end," and we folded it together. We did one more towel and then we ran out of large items. So we went back to folding clothing together. A minute later I hear, "Here mom, you take the end," and I look up to see her holding a washcloth. It was so funny and I love it when you can see their little minds coming up with something all by themselves.
I hope you laugh every day, because I sure do.
The other day, I was reading to the kids, a fairly normal occurence. Ivory got a princess book for her birthday and we were enjoying the pictures and the wondertube. Tyler was on the couch, half paying attention and half dozing. Then I read a line that will forever go down in history in our house.
(Mouse talking to Cinderella)
"Where have you been today?" Jaq asked.
I continued to read along blithely, although I wish I could have seen Tyler's face at this point. He didn't miss a beat, but came back with, "Yes, where have you been today, JACK ASked?"
The kids were clueless, of course. I was trying very hard not to laugh hysterically at his rude humor, but I wasn't doing the best job.
I managed to read through three princess stories, all the time being bombarded by Tyler with phrases that Jack might have asked. He kept laughing and I kept laughing and the kids looked on with curious amazement.
But don't think they didn't put something together. Ivory has started being funny recently. She does things that make me laugh outright. So she tries a little harder to get a foot in the door when it comes to jokes. We were all sitting eating dinner the next evening and talking about whatnot and suddenly Ivory says something and follows it up with 'Jack asked' and a round of her own cute giggles. (After all, that is what her parents did for an hour the night before.) And boy did we laugh again. This did not help in way of encouragement.
So that phrase comes up more than is entirely appropriate at the moment. On the way to the grocery store. As we were leaving from church. (Thank goodness we were leaving.) I'm trying not to react so we can squash it early, but it doesn't help that Tyler says it quite a bit himself. And it is funny. You know, the whole I'm-swearing-but-it-doesn't-count-because-it's-not-really-a-swear-word game.
And speaking of foul language. Daisy speaks well enough, but there are still plenty of words that I can't decipher. There is one in particular that I can't figure out. I don't know what she is saying, but it sure sounds like the f-word. She doesn't say it often, but it pops up every now and then and I cringe a little. The f-word happens to be my least favorite of the swear words. (I only know like 5 to begin with anyway.) Since I don't know what the original word is, I don't really know when she will use it again. I have my fingers crossed that she will try it out in nursery sometime. (Those people need a good laugh.)
Now that you all think a smidge less of our family, I will tell you one of Ivory's first really good jokes. We were folding laundry and she had taken a sheet out of the hamper. She will usually lay the sheet down on the floor and fold it laboriously from the corners. That isn't so bad, except that I don't really like my clean sheets on the floor; it kind of defeats the purpose of washing them. So instead, this time I picked it up and showed her how two people can fold a sheet together holding the corners. She thought that was fabulous; she'd never seen anything quite like it. I know I used to have the kids help with the sheets, but for the last while (say 3 years or so) I just fold the sheets myself or the kids do the floor-method. She wanted to try it again, so she got the biggest thing she could find (a towel) and said, "Here mom, you take the end," and we folded it together. We did one more towel and then we ran out of large items. So we went back to folding clothing together. A minute later I hear, "Here mom, you take the end," and I look up to see her holding a washcloth. It was so funny and I love it when you can see their little minds coming up with something all by themselves.
I hope you laugh every day, because I sure do.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Where Have All the Babies Gone....?
...Long time passing. Okay, so it was more of a micro-second. I mean, really, I feel like Pearl was born such a short time ago. Does anyone else remember this day?
And this baby?
Although her babyhood is rapidly slipping away.
I mourn, but secretly I love pieces of each stage, so even as I cry for the infant Pearl, I adore the precocious toddler she is turning into. Although toddler is a relative term. See, a while back I mentioned that she was standing on her own and taking steps, and that I would get pictures of her walking shortly. Well, she never really got to the walking part. She still takes steps, but she is quite the hesitant little thing and almost always drops down to her knees to take off crawling across a space. Tyler was disturbed at the thought of her turning one and not walking so I have seen him coaxing her all over the house these past couple days. She has had many attempts with more than six steps in them, so he is officially calling her a walker. Meh...I'm not so sure. All our other children started taking steps and away they went. Naturally we assumed the same for Pearl, but on the contrary, I think she earns the title of slowest walker. (Pearl, please do not be offended by this, it is completely normal to walk around your first birthday. I promise, no therapy is needed, and as long as you keep your grades up, we won't call you the slow child. Much.)
You all know that Pearl is the fifth child and never has it shown more than today. We basically did nothing for her birthday. I didn't get her presents because she has plenty of toys and clothes. I forgot to get her a balloon, but don't worry, we'll get one soon. I didn't feel like making a cake, so we had cookies instead.
But they were really good cookies and Pearl thoroughly enjoyed hers.
I did have this bomb-slamming idea to do a time capsule, and have the kids put stuff in there for her, but it didn't pan out for this evening. I will try to get my act in gear. But really, she didn't notice. Pearl was just her happy self today.
Some notes on Pearl:
She loves helping with laundry. She pulls clothes out of the baskets and plays with underwear and socks longer than some of her toys.
Daisy may love Pearl the most. Whenever Pearl cries, the first person on the scene trying to comfort her, is Daisy. It's really sweet.
Pearl eats. A lot. She is willing to try almost any food and refuses only a few. We finally took her off formula and it has done wonders for her digestional track.
Pearl is very ticklish. The bottoms of her feet, the palms of her hand, and her armpits are her prime spots. She is understanding more and more about games. She peeks around corners in 'peek-a-boo' style, and her favorite game is still race-for-the-stairs-and-watch-mommy-run-after-me.
She is the squirmiest child ever when it comes to diaper changing. I constantly grab something to distract her, but it doesn't always work. Most of the time she escapes before I can finish snapping her onesie.
She doesn't like strollers or the shopping cart. She is good for about 15 minutes in the cart and then I have to hold her. (Did I mention that I don't like shopping with all the kids as much as I used to?) She detests the big strollers, but does okay in the umbrella stroller, but don't stop for too long, or she will let you hear about it. We only use it when we go to the library and then the kids take turns keeping her in constant motion while I check out the books.
She doesn't 'say' anything yet. She babbles a lot with the 'b' sound and it almost sounded like she said 'ball' the other day. I'm not going to count it though, because there is still a chance she might say 'mama' first.
She is very content in her crib. She doesn't cry in the mornings or at night. The only time she fusses is when she drops her bear over the edge. (Which is frequently, since she loves the game of drop-that-object. I thought that game was amusing until she got my cellphone.) I finally caught her sucking on her finger and holding her bear's arm. It is how she goes to sleep every night.
I love Pearl so much. Happy Birthday Baby.
And this baby?
Although her babyhood is rapidly slipping away.
I mourn, but secretly I love pieces of each stage, so even as I cry for the infant Pearl, I adore the precocious toddler she is turning into. Although toddler is a relative term. See, a while back I mentioned that she was standing on her own and taking steps, and that I would get pictures of her walking shortly. Well, she never really got to the walking part. She still takes steps, but she is quite the hesitant little thing and almost always drops down to her knees to take off crawling across a space. Tyler was disturbed at the thought of her turning one and not walking so I have seen him coaxing her all over the house these past couple days. She has had many attempts with more than six steps in them, so he is officially calling her a walker. Meh...I'm not so sure. All our other children started taking steps and away they went. Naturally we assumed the same for Pearl, but on the contrary, I think she earns the title of slowest walker. (Pearl, please do not be offended by this, it is completely normal to walk around your first birthday. I promise, no therapy is needed, and as long as you keep your grades up, we won't call you the slow child. Much.)
You all know that Pearl is the fifth child and never has it shown more than today. We basically did nothing for her birthday. I didn't get her presents because she has plenty of toys and clothes. I forgot to get her a balloon, but don't worry, we'll get one soon. I didn't feel like making a cake, so we had cookies instead.
But they were really good cookies and Pearl thoroughly enjoyed hers.
I did have this bomb-slamming idea to do a time capsule, and have the kids put stuff in there for her, but it didn't pan out for this evening. I will try to get my act in gear. But really, she didn't notice. Pearl was just her happy self today.
Some notes on Pearl:
She loves helping with laundry. She pulls clothes out of the baskets and plays with underwear and socks longer than some of her toys.
Daisy may love Pearl the most. Whenever Pearl cries, the first person on the scene trying to comfort her, is Daisy. It's really sweet.
Pearl eats. A lot. She is willing to try almost any food and refuses only a few. We finally took her off formula and it has done wonders for her digestional track.
Pearl is very ticklish. The bottoms of her feet, the palms of her hand, and her armpits are her prime spots. She is understanding more and more about games. She peeks around corners in 'peek-a-boo' style, and her favorite game is still race-for-the-stairs-and-watch-mommy-run-after-me.
She is the squirmiest child ever when it comes to diaper changing. I constantly grab something to distract her, but it doesn't always work. Most of the time she escapes before I can finish snapping her onesie.
She doesn't like strollers or the shopping cart. She is good for about 15 minutes in the cart and then I have to hold her. (Did I mention that I don't like shopping with all the kids as much as I used to?) She detests the big strollers, but does okay in the umbrella stroller, but don't stop for too long, or she will let you hear about it. We only use it when we go to the library and then the kids take turns keeping her in constant motion while I check out the books.
She doesn't 'say' anything yet. She babbles a lot with the 'b' sound and it almost sounded like she said 'ball' the other day. I'm not going to count it though, because there is still a chance she might say 'mama' first.
She is very content in her crib. She doesn't cry in the mornings or at night. The only time she fusses is when she drops her bear over the edge. (Which is frequently, since she loves the game of drop-that-object. I thought that game was amusing until she got my cellphone.) I finally caught her sucking on her finger and holding her bear's arm. It is how she goes to sleep every night.
I love Pearl so much. Happy Birthday Baby.
Theodor Geisel Day (It just doesn't have the same ring to it)
National Read Across America Day was on Tuesday, which is celebrated then because it is also Dr. Seuss' Birthday. The school went all out and they had a ton of Seuss related activities. And the girls came home looking like this.
Did I miss this last year or just simply forget? Apparently, it is a big deal. I mean, if you make it onto a bracelet, it is serious stuff.
Although, I'm not sure if the words serious and Dr. Seuss go together. Even though his books are colorful and full of rhymes, Dr. Seuss still wrote about some controversial issues, like in The Lorax, and The Butter Battle Book. However, I think the bulk of his books are just lighthearted and fun. (At least, I can't see any political agenda behind One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish.)
Most importantly, Dr. Seuss books get children to read. This one doesn't need extra encouragement though. This is pretty much how I find her every day after school. She walks in the door with her nose in a book. I hope that lasts for a long time.
Did I miss this last year or just simply forget? Apparently, it is a big deal. I mean, if you make it onto a bracelet, it is serious stuff.
Although, I'm not sure if the words serious and Dr. Seuss go together. Even though his books are colorful and full of rhymes, Dr. Seuss still wrote about some controversial issues, like in The Lorax, and The Butter Battle Book. However, I think the bulk of his books are just lighthearted and fun. (At least, I can't see any political agenda behind One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish.)
Most importantly, Dr. Seuss books get children to read. This one doesn't need extra encouragement though. This is pretty much how I find her every day after school. She walks in the door with her nose in a book. I hope that lasts for a long time.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Vegetables and Spirit
My camera broke on the week of Romance, although as you know, I still took pictures. But maybe I wasn't feeling the love because I never got the photo for that week. I still have an idea in mind, but we'll see if I get around to it.
The other two themes are ready though, so you get a two-fer this week.
Photos of the week: (Vegetables)
I am really in love with this picture. Maybe it is the pattern or the green. Something.
I love the produce aisle, because it is colorful and healthy. I originally went to take pictures of all the vegetables lined up in the grocery store. However, in the end, I liked the individual shots more than the group photos. (As if vegetables are people or something.) Here be the beans.
And then these lovelies.
Just kidding, I know they are a fruit. I started playing with the Hue on this picture and loved how I turned all the tomatoes into a bunch of odd shaped lemons. Yes, I know...still fruit.
Next...
Photo of last week: (Spirit)
I'm not sure what I think of when I hear the word spirit. I guess I think of pep-rallys and cheerleaders, but I don't go to any sports' games, so you get the ghostly side of spirit instead. I took up this challenge in the first place in the hopes to experiment more with my camera. So, I got out the tri-pod, slowed down the shutter speed and tried to capture just a glimpse of Robyn. I don't believe in ghosts, or at least not the haunting, moaning kind, but if I did, I imagine they would be kind of translucent.
The other two themes are ready though, so you get a two-fer this week.
Photos of the week: (Vegetables)
I am really in love with this picture. Maybe it is the pattern or the green. Something.
I love the produce aisle, because it is colorful and healthy. I originally went to take pictures of all the vegetables lined up in the grocery store. However, in the end, I liked the individual shots more than the group photos. (As if vegetables are people or something.) Here be the beans.
And then these lovelies.
Just kidding, I know they are a fruit. I started playing with the Hue on this picture and loved how I turned all the tomatoes into a bunch of odd shaped lemons. Yes, I know...still fruit.
Next...
Photo of last week: (Spirit)
I'm not sure what I think of when I hear the word spirit. I guess I think of pep-rallys and cheerleaders, but I don't go to any sports' games, so you get the ghostly side of spirit instead. I took up this challenge in the first place in the hopes to experiment more with my camera. So, I got out the tri-pod, slowed down the shutter speed and tried to capture just a glimpse of Robyn. I don't believe in ghosts, or at least not the haunting, moaning kind, but if I did, I imagine they would be kind of translucent.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Ivory's Five Year Old Session
I really have a good time taking my kids out for pictures. One on one time is always fabulous, but when you come home with a slew of images that remind you of your child's many moods, it is the tops. So, here is Ivory in all her five year old glory.
If you ever need a pick-me-up, or to laugh a little, you may borrow Ivory. What with her cute little voice missing the Rs and her contagious smile, you are bound to feel better in no time.
If you ever need a pick-me-up, or to laugh a little, you may borrow Ivory. What with her cute little voice missing the Rs and her contagious smile, you are bound to feel better in no time.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Fairies Welcome
I had a lot of fun putting this together.
And it made it all worth it when Robyn came home, looked at it and said, "Oh Mom, it looks like a fairy meadow." She then gave me a huge hug and told me she loved me. I'll call that success.
I looked for fairy art and couldn't find stuff that matched or looked right, so I actually ordered a calendar and took artwork out of that. I let the girls choose their favorite pictures in it. The antique keys hanging on the birdhouse are a hit too, but who doesn't love old keys?
I smile whenever I look at it. I guess I never really grew up and stopped believing in fairies.
And it made it all worth it when Robyn came home, looked at it and said, "Oh Mom, it looks like a fairy meadow." She then gave me a huge hug and told me she loved me. I'll call that success.
I looked for fairy art and couldn't find stuff that matched or looked right, so I actually ordered a calendar and took artwork out of that. I let the girls choose their favorite pictures in it. The antique keys hanging on the birdhouse are a hit too, but who doesn't love old keys?
I smile whenever I look at it. I guess I never really grew up and stopped believing in fairies.
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