Cason came home from preschool today with a craft. It was a mummy for Halloween...
Me: oh cool cason, its a mummy!
Cason: no mom, it's a daddy
Hardy har har cason, if you only knew how funny you are dude!
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Thursday, October 17, 2013
He CAN talk...a little
Man, its been a really crappy two weeks. Sick kids, dirty house, no husband, and junk food all around! However, I should document...
Brody had a well child check up on Wednesday. Poor guy got 4 shots, which is where his fever came from....hopefully. Anywho, It was his 18 mth check up, but we are 2 months behind, so 20mths.
26.6 lbs
34 inches
I always forget the questions they ask....Does he shy away from noises? Does he make weird faces? Does he do unusual hand movements with his fingers to his face? Does he sleep through the night? How is he doing with a sippy (as he has a bottle in his mouth uuuhhh...)? Can he crack a safe?? You know, questions like that.... Let me tell you a secret Doc, by the 3rd kid (and this might make me sound like a terrible mother) I kinda lose track of those silly questions. I AM however keeping them out of the "poison cabinet" and the medicines up high and I feed them, so technically, i AM doing an awesome job i think! This time when he got to the...Can your toddler say 20 words question, i started to tell him the ones he says....and here is what came out of my mouth...
Dr = What can he say? Me=Umm, mommy, daddy, baba, ball, night-night, milk, bobo (thats a boo boo for some however i say Bo-Bo), shoes, boobies, bra....
Dr gives me a strange look and that's when I realize I just told him my 18mth old says boobies and bra.
Next question please!!!
Brody, bubby, Brod-ster....you my dear are quite the little handful. We thought we had our work cut out with us with Cason, but you have quickly mastered the art of little boyhood. You keep us on our toes and are still so lovable and cute. You definitely are your daddy's child with that blonde hair and blue eyes, but you've got your mommas smile and dimples! We love you buddy, your personality makes us laugh...and sometimes cry, but mostly laugh. You crack yourself up even, laughing all the time at your own jokes and funny business. You are one not to be messed with and can stand your own ground! Love you so much buddy....
.....except i don't kinda like you right now because you're throwing your pizza all over the floor and wall.
Brody had a well child check up on Wednesday. Poor guy got 4 shots, which is where his fever came from....hopefully. Anywho, It was his 18 mth check up, but we are 2 months behind, so 20mths.
26.6 lbs
34 inches
Dr = What can he say? Me=Umm, mommy, daddy, baba, ball, night-night, milk, bobo (thats a boo boo for some however i say Bo-Bo), shoes, boobies, bra....
Dr gives me a strange look and that's when I realize I just told him my 18mth old says boobies and bra.
Next question please!!!
Brody, bubby, Brod-ster....you my dear are quite the little handful. We thought we had our work cut out with us with Cason, but you have quickly mastered the art of little boyhood. You keep us on our toes and are still so lovable and cute. You definitely are your daddy's child with that blonde hair and blue eyes, but you've got your mommas smile and dimples! We love you buddy, your personality makes us laugh...and sometimes cry, but mostly laugh. You crack yourself up even, laughing all the time at your own jokes and funny business. You are one not to be messed with and can stand your own ground! Love you so much buddy....
.....except i don't kinda like you right now because you're throwing your pizza all over the floor and wall.
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Halloween Activities
Despite these last 2 weeks being absolutely terrible - croup, diarrhea, vomiting, fevers, and FLU!!- we did manage to do our yearly tradition of painting pumpkins with the kiddos for H-ween! It was great. We even had Brett skype in with us for a quick FHE lesson and he got to watch the kids make a mess...um paint their pumpkins.
hehehe...surprised i actually pulled this picture off!
That's Daddy on the Computer!! Yay!!
This being Brody's first year, he actually caught on quickly and I was very surprised that he didn't stick the paint brush right into his mount. He did make out with his pumpkin a little when I asked him to take a picture for me, but he had a great time i think.
Cason, who is currently battling the flu, thought it would be funny to give it a little kiss too. Poor kid was miserable the whole time, but I think he had some fun.
Adalie was trying to act all grown up and like it was no big deal she got to paint a pumpkin. BUT that quickly changed when she saw i got sparkly paint. Then the squeals came one cue!
It was messy. It was fun. I am glad I covered my table in newspaper!!
Pumpkins DONE! Next Monday fhe...caramel apples! Yum! 
This being Brody's first year, he actually caught on quickly and I was very surprised that he didn't stick the paint brush right into his mount. He did make out with his pumpkin a little when I asked him to take a picture for me, but he had a great time i think.
He was so sick...I think this was about the time he had a 103 fever! Not cool at all!
It was messy. It was fun. I am glad I covered my table in newspaper!!
Pumpkins DONE! Next Monday fhe...caramel apples! Yum!
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Some of Fam Pics 2013
Some of our family pictures thanks to good ole' Leslie Pfau! Can't wait to get the rest and see what she's done with them!
It actually is Kinda Funny...now.
It WAS not, however in the LEAST last night from about 4:30 to 7 p.m. Lets' recap my Wednesday...
LONG STORY WEDNESDAY. It started out bleh, as it usually does at 5:30 a.m these days with the boys. WHY they wake up that early?? Who the heck knows! Even though I was grumpy pretty much all morning, clanging and banging dishes and pans as I tried to get them all breakfast, I was determined to try and make it a good day and get stuff done! Despite my crappy attitude, I managed a quick bike ride with the boys, 1 1/2 Sean T hip hop abs workout videos, playtime outside with the boys, a load of laundry folded AND put away, a babysitting gig, dishwasher loaded, and a clean kitchen. AND I felt quite accomplished because I had managed to keep the chitlins alive for another day! Funny how the moment you start to feel confident and successful you get knocked down to size. And I got REALLY knocked down to size, literally 10 mins after I gave myself congratulatory praises. It went DOWNHILL fast...
First, Cason - who has been extra whiny and defiant lately - (i blame no-daddy issues at the moment) - thought it would be hilarious to pee all over the back wall and toilet when he went potty. It was in fact, NOT hilarious. For dinner, I thought it would be fun to have brinner with a quick and easy batch of chocolate chip pancakes. Then, Brody thought it would be funny to dump out his milk and some syrup and paint a lovely masterpiece on my kitchen floor. He had it everywhere - hair, ears, eyebrows, bellybutton - e v e r y where! Quick bath to fix that situation, but while I had Brody in the bath, Cason went to use my bathroom. He decided he needed lots and LOTS of toilet paper, so the toilet overflowed when he flushed it. Oh and did I mention he had diarrhea?? Ya, fun. Another quick bath for Cason and LOTS of disinfectant in my bathroom. WHICH while I was cleaning up THAT mess, the children were still ONE step AHEAD! Adalie had found a sticker book and decided THAT would be funny to cover her brothers, and I mean COVER, her brothers in them...and Cooper too. I also noticed glitter on them...which she got from her backpack that she had in a baggy that she DID NOT close. Another quick bath for the boys, who put up a knock down-drag out fight every time I get them OUT of the tub, and glitter still in the bathtub to clean out. Whilst I was cleaning up from dinner, it was strangely quite (which always means something bad here) and I found Cason and Brody in my bathroom, opening up my maxi pads and sticking them to the wall. While cleaning up THAT fiasco, Brody found the sticky cricket trap by our back door and started picking out dead crickets. And also was driving his race car over it, which got stuck on the sticky too. Absolutely Gross. Brody followed me around for 1 1/2 crying and screaming. The Dog Pooped on the floor. Adalie would NOT practice her piano. I had to do scripture reading and prayers with them through wails and tears...from all of us. They fought over which book to read for bedtime - which I ended up picking and NO one liked, but I read it anyway- while they still cried. They went to bed. I cried, and I am pretty sure had a panic attack also, while eating almost a whole bag of Cheetos by myself and a diet coke at 8:00p.m.
Holy Cow...OH! and want to hear some dinner convo from tonight??
Adalie: "Hey mom, I have a BULLET in my desk at school."
ME: "Adalie! Where did you get a bullet? (meanwhile my mind reverts back to one of these past weekends when Brett and I were going to a shooting range and a box of bullets got left in the car which is possibly where she grabbed it from)"
Adalie: "I don't know someone put it in my backpack and I put it in my desk at school!"
Me: (panicking of course because i n this day in age WHO knows what people will think of my first grader and or her parents when they find a BULLET in her desk at school!) "Tomorrow you need to bring it straight home! DO NOT tell anyone you have it and DO NOT show it to ANYONE! Just stick it right back in your backpack and BRING IT STRAIGHT HOME!"
Not only did that add to my stress of an overloaded mind (I get to deal with the government today in a fun herring about our finances...ughhh long story there), but I COULD not get to sleep thinking about my 6 yr old being thrown into jail on possession charges of some sort! However, while talking to my husband in the evening he says to me "Are you sure its not just a fake bullet from one of Cason's toy guns?" UHHH, why did that thought NOT even cross my mind?? I had been riding Adalie ALL night about how important it was to bring it home, not have it at school, and how much TROUBLE she would be in. She was close to wetting her pants with fear I am sure...
So this morning, when she woke up (took all I had not to wake her up to ask her) I asked her what the bullet looked like. "It's long. And orange. And it has one of those sticky purple things on the end of it that sticks to things when you lick it." I spent the rest of the morning apologizing and letting her know i might have overreacted, but please still bring the TOY bullet home. We aren't supposed to bring toys to school.
Wednesday -- I thought I kicked your trash, but you came back with a few swift kicks of your own!!
LONG STORY WEDNESDAY. It started out bleh, as it usually does at 5:30 a.m these days with the boys. WHY they wake up that early?? Who the heck knows! Even though I was grumpy pretty much all morning, clanging and banging dishes and pans as I tried to get them all breakfast, I was determined to try and make it a good day and get stuff done! Despite my crappy attitude, I managed a quick bike ride with the boys, 1 1/2 Sean T hip hop abs workout videos, playtime outside with the boys, a load of laundry folded AND put away, a babysitting gig, dishwasher loaded, and a clean kitchen. AND I felt quite accomplished because I had managed to keep the chitlins alive for another day! Funny how the moment you start to feel confident and successful you get knocked down to size. And I got REALLY knocked down to size, literally 10 mins after I gave myself congratulatory praises. It went DOWNHILL fast...
First, Cason - who has been extra whiny and defiant lately - (i blame no-daddy issues at the moment) - thought it would be hilarious to pee all over the back wall and toilet when he went potty. It was in fact, NOT hilarious. For dinner, I thought it would be fun to have brinner with a quick and easy batch of chocolate chip pancakes. Then, Brody thought it would be funny to dump out his milk and some syrup and paint a lovely masterpiece on my kitchen floor. He had it everywhere - hair, ears, eyebrows, bellybutton - e v e r y where! Quick bath to fix that situation, but while I had Brody in the bath, Cason went to use my bathroom. He decided he needed lots and LOTS of toilet paper, so the toilet overflowed when he flushed it. Oh and did I mention he had diarrhea?? Ya, fun. Another quick bath for Cason and LOTS of disinfectant in my bathroom. WHICH while I was cleaning up THAT mess, the children were still ONE step AHEAD! Adalie had found a sticker book and decided THAT would be funny to cover her brothers, and I mean COVER, her brothers in them...and Cooper too. I also noticed glitter on them...which she got from her backpack that she had in a baggy that she DID NOT close. Another quick bath for the boys, who put up a knock down-drag out fight every time I get them OUT of the tub, and glitter still in the bathtub to clean out. Whilst I was cleaning up from dinner, it was strangely quite (which always means something bad here) and I found Cason and Brody in my bathroom, opening up my maxi pads and sticking them to the wall. While cleaning up THAT fiasco, Brody found the sticky cricket trap by our back door and started picking out dead crickets. And also was driving his race car over it, which got stuck on the sticky too. Absolutely Gross. Brody followed me around for 1 1/2 crying and screaming. The Dog Pooped on the floor. Adalie would NOT practice her piano. I had to do scripture reading and prayers with them through wails and tears...from all of us. They fought over which book to read for bedtime - which I ended up picking and NO one liked, but I read it anyway- while they still cried. They went to bed. I cried, and I am pretty sure had a panic attack also, while eating almost a whole bag of Cheetos by myself and a diet coke at 8:00p.m.
Holy Cow...OH! and want to hear some dinner convo from tonight??
Adalie: "Hey mom, I have a BULLET in my desk at school."
ME: "Adalie! Where did you get a bullet? (meanwhile my mind reverts back to one of these past weekends when Brett and I were going to a shooting range and a box of bullets got left in the car which is possibly where she grabbed it from)"
Adalie: "I don't know someone put it in my backpack and I put it in my desk at school!"
Me: (panicking of course because i n this day in age WHO knows what people will think of my first grader and or her parents when they find a BULLET in her desk at school!) "Tomorrow you need to bring it straight home! DO NOT tell anyone you have it and DO NOT show it to ANYONE! Just stick it right back in your backpack and BRING IT STRAIGHT HOME!"
Not only did that add to my stress of an overloaded mind (I get to deal with the government today in a fun herring about our finances...ughhh long story there), but I COULD not get to sleep thinking about my 6 yr old being thrown into jail on possession charges of some sort! However, while talking to my husband in the evening he says to me "Are you sure its not just a fake bullet from one of Cason's toy guns?" UHHH, why did that thought NOT even cross my mind?? I had been riding Adalie ALL night about how important it was to bring it home, not have it at school, and how much TROUBLE she would be in. She was close to wetting her pants with fear I am sure...
So this morning, when she woke up (took all I had not to wake her up to ask her) I asked her what the bullet looked like. "It's long. And orange. And it has one of those sticky purple things on the end of it that sticks to things when you lick it." I spent the rest of the morning apologizing and letting her know i might have overreacted, but please still bring the TOY bullet home. We aren't supposed to bring toys to school.
Wednesday -- I thought I kicked your trash, but you came back with a few swift kicks of your own!!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)