I recently made a book out of the first six months of this blog so we could look back on it when we wanted to. Caleb especially loves it because most of the stories are about him. It's a great keepsake so I've decided to *attempt* to post more often about the other kids so they can read about themselves as well. Wish me luck. :)
Kids have impeccable timing. I don't mean that their timing is really great. It's more that they pick the most random time to come up with things or to say things out loud. (One example: when Caleb announced to the entire grocery store that he thought he might have three nipples....) We had another incident like this a few days ago as we were walking into the post office. Now, mind you, it takes a mere thirty seconds to get everyone out of the van and into the building, so I've never really thought about how something very embarrassing could happen during those seconds. On this day, Hannah proved me wrong. As we were walking toward the entrance, Hannah was casually talking with her little brother.
Hannah: "Connor, do you have a pee-pee?" ("Pee-pee" being the public-appropriate word for the male anatomy, just because I don't want the actual word shouted out in the middle of someplace like Target or the State Fair.)
Connor: "Yes."
Hannah: "Do you know what your pee-pee is really called?"
Me: "No, Hannah....no, Hannah....not now, Hannah...." (Sensing a train-wreck...)
Hannah: "It's called a 'penis'. Can you say 'penis'??"
Connor (shouting for the entire parking lot to hear): "PENIS!! PENIS, PENIS, PENIS!! PEEEEENIIIIIS!!!"
The post office was quite busy on this day and there were people bustling in and out the door constantly. The ones that heard the outburst from my two-year old either smiled politely or tried to hide a giggle, which I really couldn't blame them. If it was anyone but me in that moment, it would have been hilarious. I love that Hannah is teaching her brother so many new things but maybe she could starting teaching him these things while we're home.
Friday, July 19, 2013
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
If You Give a Mom a Muffin
Hello, my name is Katie and I really don't have time to blog these days! :) Life is a little hectic....mostly because my two-year old controls my every waking moment. However, every day he is growing up more and more and doing more mature "little boy" things rather than "messy toddler" things, which makes me wish I could rewind the time and hug my babies when they were babies again. Anyhoo, enough of the sappy stuff because you KNOW that will just get me reminiscing! Today is day #3 of Round #1 of our "tonsil" adventure. (Confused yet?) Three days ago, my oldest "baby" had his tonsils and adenoids removed, and he's doing awesome with his recovery. We're calling this "round #1" because in two weeks, "baby #2" will be having the same surgery. (I'm more worried about her recovery so prayers would be appreciated.) I have reserved this entire week (and the entire week of the next surgery) to stay home and do nothing but get better. That's no errands (thank you, Mr. Grocery Delivery guy for your same-day service) and no play-dates. (However, the neighbor kids have been warned that they are allowed to come over ONLY if they sit and play video games. How hard can that be, right? You'd be surprised.) This being Day #3 of recovery, I can tell you that we are all a bit stir-crazy already. My house is a disaster because there's no point in picking up the toys right now. I've found that four people who never leave the house use quite a lot of dishes, especially spoons and bowls, since the food of the week is ice cream at all hours of the day. I have also realized that I probably need to ration my coffee supply because my husband won't be home to go to the store for another four hours and I am running dangerously low of coffee cups for my Keurig machine. Anyway, as I was pondering all of this (while making Easy Mac for the fifth time this week), I remembered a really cute poem that I heard a few years ago. It's funny because it's so very true. Enjoy. :)
If You Give A Mom A Muffin
by Beth Brubaker
If you give a mom a muffin,
she’ll want a cup of coffee to go with it.
She’ll pour herself some.
Her three year-old will come and spill the coffee.
Mom will wipe it up.
Wiping the floor, she will find dirty socks.
She’ll remember she has to do laundry.
When she puts the laundry into the washer,
she’ll trip over shoes and bump into the freezer.
Bumping into the freezer will remind her she has to plan supper.
She will get out a pound of hamburger.
She’ll look for her cookbook
(How to Make 101 Things With a Pound of Hamburger.)
The cookbook is sitting under a pile of mail.
She will see the phone bill, which is due tomorrow.
She will look for her checkbook.
The checkbook is in her purse,
which is being dumped out by her two year-old.
Then she’ll smell something funny.
She’ll change the two year-old.
While she is changing the two year-old, the phone will ring.
Her five year-old will answer and hang up.
She’ll remember she was supposed to phone a friend
to come over for coffee.
Thinking of coffee will remind her that she was going to have a cup.
She will pour herself some more.
And chances are,
if she has a cup a coffee,
her kids will have eaten the muffin that went with it.
If You Give A Mom A Muffin
by Beth Brubaker
If you give a mom a muffin,
she’ll want a cup of coffee to go with it.
She’ll pour herself some.
Her three year-old will come and spill the coffee.
Mom will wipe it up.
Wiping the floor, she will find dirty socks.
She’ll remember she has to do laundry.
When she puts the laundry into the washer,
she’ll trip over shoes and bump into the freezer.
Bumping into the freezer will remind her she has to plan supper.
She will get out a pound of hamburger.
She’ll look for her cookbook
(How to Make 101 Things With a Pound of Hamburger.)
The cookbook is sitting under a pile of mail.
She will see the phone bill, which is due tomorrow.
She will look for her checkbook.
The checkbook is in her purse,
which is being dumped out by her two year-old.
Then she’ll smell something funny.
She’ll change the two year-old.
While she is changing the two year-old, the phone will ring.
Her five year-old will answer and hang up.
She’ll remember she was supposed to phone a friend
to come over for coffee.
Thinking of coffee will remind her that she was going to have a cup.
She will pour herself some more.
And chances are,
if she has a cup a coffee,
her kids will have eaten the muffin that went with it.
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Christmas Miracles 2012
On this bright sunny Christmas morning, I thank God for the health of my family, for the blessings He gives us each day and most importantly, for the birth of his son, Jesus Christ.
I am also always hoping for Christmas miracles on a much smaller scale than say....world peace. As a mother of three, I am often thankful for little blessings that make our hectic life a little easier. This morning, the first Christmas miracle was that all three kids slept until 8:00 a.m. instead of waking up at the crack of dawn to see what treasures were left under the tree. After being Santa's "elf" until almost midnight, this was greatly appreciated.
The second Christmas miracle was that after all the gifts were open, all three kids pleasantly, and quietly, went their separate ways to play with their new toys. This allowed my husband and myself to not only make breakfast for the clan (yes, we open gifts BEFORE breakfast in this house), but also to make a second cup of coffee and sit with our feet up for just a few precious moments.
The third Christmas miracle was the finding of Connor's lost "puppy". Connor has a little stuffed puppy that he "needs" to sleep with. The truth is, it's a comfort item, but no one would be getting any sleep if that puppy were lost. After all the gifts were opened, the wrapping scooped up into a big garbage bag and thrown out, and boxes were collapsed for the recycling, Connor started asking for his puppy. I looked around, remembering that he had it by the tree earlier, however, I just couldn't find it anywhere. I started to panic a bit, visualizing how horrible this afternoon could be if the toddler skips his nap, so I wasn't going to end this search until the puppy was found. Finally, I decided that the only place it could be was in the garbage with the wrapping paper. I went into the garage, brought the garbage bag back in and proceeded to dump the entire contents onto our kitchen floor. Sure enough, in the pile of balled-up wrapping and tissue paper was the little dirty (by "dirty", I mean "really loved") puppy, just waiting to be found. WHEW is about all can say about that! It's a miracle it was found and that we didn't have to go digging in the garbage more than we did. You can bet I'm keeping my eye on the whereabouts of that puppy for the rest of the day!
Merry Christmas to everyone and warm wishes to you and yours!!
I am also always hoping for Christmas miracles on a much smaller scale than say....world peace. As a mother of three, I am often thankful for little blessings that make our hectic life a little easier. This morning, the first Christmas miracle was that all three kids slept until 8:00 a.m. instead of waking up at the crack of dawn to see what treasures were left under the tree. After being Santa's "elf" until almost midnight, this was greatly appreciated.
The second Christmas miracle was that after all the gifts were open, all three kids pleasantly, and quietly, went their separate ways to play with their new toys. This allowed my husband and myself to not only make breakfast for the clan (yes, we open gifts BEFORE breakfast in this house), but also to make a second cup of coffee and sit with our feet up for just a few precious moments.
The third Christmas miracle was the finding of Connor's lost "puppy". Connor has a little stuffed puppy that he "needs" to sleep with. The truth is, it's a comfort item, but no one would be getting any sleep if that puppy were lost. After all the gifts were opened, the wrapping scooped up into a big garbage bag and thrown out, and boxes were collapsed for the recycling, Connor started asking for his puppy. I looked around, remembering that he had it by the tree earlier, however, I just couldn't find it anywhere. I started to panic a bit, visualizing how horrible this afternoon could be if the toddler skips his nap, so I wasn't going to end this search until the puppy was found. Finally, I decided that the only place it could be was in the garbage with the wrapping paper. I went into the garage, brought the garbage bag back in and proceeded to dump the entire contents onto our kitchen floor. Sure enough, in the pile of balled-up wrapping and tissue paper was the little dirty (by "dirty", I mean "really loved") puppy, just waiting to be found. WHEW is about all can say about that! It's a miracle it was found and that we didn't have to go digging in the garbage more than we did. You can bet I'm keeping my eye on the whereabouts of that puppy for the rest of the day!
Merry Christmas to everyone and warm wishes to you and yours!!
Friday, November 23, 2012
Christmas and Beer
It's been a long-standing tradition in our house that we cut down our Christmas tree at our favorite tree farm the day after Thanksgiving. It's also been a long-standing tradition that we have to drink a beer every time we put up the Christmas tree. ("Long-standing" being as long as we've been putting up real Christmas trees in our house, which is about 8 Christmases.) This tradition began the first year we used our current tree stand and realized that we needed a way to keep the screws from going into the actual tree stump. Low and behold, my inventive husband cracked open a beer and used the bottle cap as a buffer between the screw and the tree and ta-da! A tradition was born. Part of the fun of it is that we would come home from cutting down the tree and rest for a bit with the beer, then put up the tree once the beer was gone. That part of the tradition died the Christmas I was pregnant with Connor so I couldn't help with the beer and the kids kept pestering Chris to "chug" four beers before the tree was up (yea...didn't happen), but you get the idea. Finally, this year, we got some root beer in bottles so the kids could each have something with a bottle cap and feel like they are participating as well (and they couldn't be more excited about it!).
It's all about tradition. :)
It's all about tradition. :)
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Crackers
I've mentioned before that Connor has quite an opinion about what he wants and what specifically he's asking for. He often says a word that we don't understand, then have to say "this? this? this?" to figure out what he's saying. For the past couple of days, Connor would ask for "cracker". So, I would offer him some crackers. The problem was, when I offered him said cracker, he would always refuse it.
Cheez Its? "No".
Graham Cracker? "No."
Saltines? "No."
Ritz? "No."
Every cracker we possibly had in the kitchen was not the cracker Connor was wanting. This situation was happening about three times a day.
Finally, this morning, Connor once again asked for a "cracker". In frustration, after pulling out several boxes of crackers and trying to figure out what kind he actually wanted, I decided to be silly. I pulled out a box of brightly colored Pop Tarts and said, "This?" Connor's face lit up and he got the biggest smile on his face. "CRACKER!!!!" he shouted.
I guess I cracked the code.
Cheez Its? "No".
Graham Cracker? "No."
Saltines? "No."
Ritz? "No."
Every cracker we possibly had in the kitchen was not the cracker Connor was wanting. This situation was happening about three times a day.
Finally, this morning, Connor once again asked for a "cracker". In frustration, after pulling out several boxes of crackers and trying to figure out what kind he actually wanted, I decided to be silly. I pulled out a box of brightly colored Pop Tarts and said, "This?" Connor's face lit up and he got the biggest smile on his face. "CRACKER!!!!" he shouted.
I guess I cracked the code.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Summer Art Camp
During the first and second weeks of August, Caleb and Hannah (respectively) attended art camp at our new favorite art place, KidCreate. (I mentioned it in a previous post which you can find HERE.) Caleb chose "Lego Star Wars" art camp, where he created painting and clay sculptures with Lego and a Star Wars theme (think Han Solo frozen in carbonite turned into a clay sculpture by a six-year old). One of the very cool things that he made was a Darth Vader bobble head. Here's a blurry picture, but you get the idea:
It's made mostly out of clay and the head is held on with a toothpick. Then, they painted one cup from an egg carton and put that upside-down on the head, which is the part that "bobbles". SO interesting!!
Hannah had a BLAST at her art camp, too, and will tell you all about it if you ask her. She attended "Disney Princess" art camp, where she made a crown, a very elaborate wand, a princess face cut-out (it's like a big mask but there's a hole in the middle to show your face) and fairy wings, to name a few projects. I was very impressed with the amount of projects each camp made. Definitely worth the money, in my opinion. Here's a picture of Hannah when I picked her up from her first morning at camp:
Hannah is already talking about how she wants to do a "Merida" art class (Merida is the newest princess to come on the scene. She's the female lead---and red head---from the new movie "Brave") and Caleb is just dying to try "Fruit Ninja" camp ("Fruit Ninja" is a game he plays on our iPad). The Fruit Ninja class sounds like something I would like because I guess they take a big sheet of paper and let the kids throw different colors of paint all over it. Who wouldn't like that?! With school starting soon, we're a little over-booked, so I haven't scheduled any more camps but I am thinking of having a rep from KidCreate come to our house and help the kids make a project for Hannah's birthday party in December. She's having a "Pippi Longstocking" themed party, so I think it's a great idea to let the kids have a "controlled mess" by having an art project for them to do. I may be brilliant or I may be crazy. I guess we'll find out later. :)
It's made mostly out of clay and the head is held on with a toothpick. Then, they painted one cup from an egg carton and put that upside-down on the head, which is the part that "bobbles". SO interesting!!
Hannah had a BLAST at her art camp, too, and will tell you all about it if you ask her. She attended "Disney Princess" art camp, where she made a crown, a very elaborate wand, a princess face cut-out (it's like a big mask but there's a hole in the middle to show your face) and fairy wings, to name a few projects. I was very impressed with the amount of projects each camp made. Definitely worth the money, in my opinion. Here's a picture of Hannah when I picked her up from her first morning at camp:
Hannah is already talking about how she wants to do a "Merida" art class (Merida is the newest princess to come on the scene. She's the female lead---and red head---from the new movie "Brave") and Caleb is just dying to try "Fruit Ninja" camp ("Fruit Ninja" is a game he plays on our iPad). The Fruit Ninja class sounds like something I would like because I guess they take a big sheet of paper and let the kids throw different colors of paint all over it. Who wouldn't like that?! With school starting soon, we're a little over-booked, so I haven't scheduled any more camps but I am thinking of having a rep from KidCreate come to our house and help the kids make a project for Hannah's birthday party in December. She's having a "Pippi Longstocking" themed party, so I think it's a great idea to let the kids have a "controlled mess" by having an art project for them to do. I may be brilliant or I may be crazy. I guess we'll find out later. :)
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
New Carseat Cover
The title of this post is just so exciting, isn't it?? (Sarcasticly speaking, of course!!)
Back in 2008, we bought Hannah a "big girl" carseat with a pink cover on it. It's one of the top-of-the-line seats so we of course decided to use it for Connor once Hannah was moved into a booster seat. Well....it's been about a year since we "gave" it to Connor and it still had the pink seat cover as of a couple weeks ago. We finally decided to get a new cover for Connor and I found a woman on Etsy to makes them. She had this cute dinosaur pattern, and I'm thrilled with how it turned out:
(Don't mind the very full vacuum cleaner behind the car seat. Oh the joys of having a golden retriever that sheds a lot.)
Hannah sat in the seat for fun and it made Connor jealous because he likes the new cover so much. I'd say she's grown a bit in the past four years, wouldn't you??
2012:
2008 (same car seat):
Back in 2008, we bought Hannah a "big girl" carseat with a pink cover on it. It's one of the top-of-the-line seats so we of course decided to use it for Connor once Hannah was moved into a booster seat. Well....it's been about a year since we "gave" it to Connor and it still had the pink seat cover as of a couple weeks ago. We finally decided to get a new cover for Connor and I found a woman on Etsy to makes them. She had this cute dinosaur pattern, and I'm thrilled with how it turned out:
(Don't mind the very full vacuum cleaner behind the car seat. Oh the joys of having a golden retriever that sheds a lot.)
Hannah sat in the seat for fun and it made Connor jealous because he likes the new cover so much. I'd say she's grown a bit in the past four years, wouldn't you??
2012:
2008 (same car seat):
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