Thursday, April 21, 2011

Just a few new things

1. I am afraid that Connor's new interest might be blood. He has been mentioning it a lot lately just completely out of the blue. He told me yesterday that he couldn't drink his juice because it made his blood ache. He also told me that his sister had an owie in her toe blood. I hope this phase is a short one, and I guarantee you he won't be watching movies with blood in them.

2. Easter is just around the corner and this has led to some interesting conversations with Connor. First of all he really wants to get "James without the bees on his face," in his Ester basket. (if your house has not been over run with thomas the train and friends and you don't know what I am talking about, James is the red number 5 engine on the island of sodor. "He is vain, but lot's of fun.") My mom said she would get that for Connor when he was done singing his song in the Easter choir. Might I mention that she told him this weeks ago and everytime we practice his song he asks me for "James without the bees." Thanks mom.

Connor asked me a few days ago when the Easter bunny guy was coming. I tried to explain to him that Easter is about Jesus dying on the cross and raising from the dead. He just stared at me like I was crazy and said, "Ya, but when is the bunny bringing my basket?" We will keep working on the true meaning of Easter.

3. Olivia's new favorite word is "why." Connor has been the victim of her "why" questions several times now. He will say something to her and she will respond with "why." So he will try to explain again what he just said and she will again respond with "why." This goes on and on until Connor finally gets frustrated and says, "Sissy, can you just stop saying that?!" And of course she responds with "why." Oh, it makes me laugh!

And I will leave you with this picture of Olivia.She chose the outfit herself, except the mismatched jammies. Scott did that because he knows how much it bothers me when the kids' jammies don't match.

I'm sorry it is so dark and small, I am  not technical enough to fix that. But she is wearing her jammies with a beanie hat, her white dress shoes, and her safety glasses. The girl is ready for anything.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

"Not even if he was the last man on earth"

Yes, these were the words I said about my future husband.  The summer of 2003 we started out just hanging together with a group of friends. I really was not interested in him then. I thought he was old. There is an eight and a half year age difference between us. Might I also mention that two years before we stared dating, he was one of the chaperones at my senior prom. A chaperone! An old chaperone!

But that summer we started seeing each other almost everday. In my mind we were just friends.But, I knew something was up when I would come home from work and he would be hanging out with my family. I tried to scare him away by telling him that I thought of him as a big brother, but the man is stubborn and kept coming around. I just couldn't resist his charms.We got along so well and I really just loved being with him. I started liking him more and more and before long I knew that I didn't just like him, I LIKED him liked him. I fell in love with him despite his quietness and his dislike for musicals and showtunes and his hatred of Taco Bell. The last part was almost a deal breaker, who doesn't like Taco Bell? We worked it out though.

 We became an official couple on September 9th, my sister's birthday. My birthday is just a week after my sister's. To celebrate my birth day my best friend Beth, her now husband, and Scott and I went to Multnomah Falls. Scott tried to kiss me there, but I wouldn't let him and believe me I have not lived it down. I try not to mention water falls around him, he has not gotten over being rejected. We did eventually kiss though for crying out loud! He keeps saying he is going to take me back there so he can get his kiss, but me being the hiker that I am do not see that happening.

We were engaged on December 2nd of that same year. I was sent to the store (rather rudely I must say) for pepsi and when I got back to my parents house the Christmas tree was filled with my favorite roses and there was a beautiful diamond ring around one of them, which I spotted from the kitchen. It was wonderful! We were married April 17th and now here we are 7 years later. It feels like we have been together forever, and I mean that in a good way. He is my BFF (best friend foreverver) and I always want to be with him. (I am a quatlity time person, sadly he is not).  I can't wait to see what the next 97 years has for us. (He is not getting away from me before then. Mwahahahaha! Is that creepy?) I am so glad I decided to marry the last man on earth. Happy Anniversary Honey! I am so glad I chose you and not Bond, James Bond.

I'm so glad he got me to change my mind, it would have been sad to miss out on this.

Friday, April 15, 2011

I am disgusted

Tuesday I go to get Olivia up from her nap and find her playing in her poopy diaper. We had an emergency bath and I tried to tell her how disgusted I was by making icky faces and saying no, no over and over. Connor thought it was all great fun. Today I go to get her out of her crib from room time and she has poop on her hands and on her shirt. I said "Olivia, is that poop!?" and she shows me her hands and says "awesome." No, this is NOT awesome.  Again, Connor thought this was all great fun. I caught her early in the act before she got it every where so I just decided I would change her clothes and wash her hands in the sink. The minute I put a squirt of soap on her hands she starts freaking out and yelling "eww, yucky!" Really? The poop is awesome and the soap is yucky? I don't get it. Hopefully the washing of the hands with soap was traumatic enough and she will keep her hands out of her diaper.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

The draw backs of teaching your kids sign language

To make life easier on Scott and I we taught our kids very basic sign language so they could communicate with us before they were able to talk. These signs included "please," "thank you," "more," and "all done." It has really worked great for us and has really helped lessen the whining when they are trying to tell us what they want and we can't understand what they are saying. Today Connor found a way to use it against me. He doesn't really use sign language anymore since he can clearly tell us what he wants but we still use it with Olivia. We were at my parents house and the kids each had a bowl of chips. Connor ate his and asked for more. I told him no and that he didn't need anymore snacks. He asked if he could have sissy's snack, I told him no. A couple minutes later I looked over and he was tapping on Olivia's head to get her attention and signing "more" to her, asking if he could eat more of her chips without me knowing. That kid is so clever it frightens me. I firmly told him he could not have anything else to eat, but in my head I was thinking, "Nicely done, son. Nicely done." I will have to keep my eye on that boy, both eyes.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

A Conversation with Connor

Me: Gross! Connor, why is the toilet paper wet?

Connor: Nuffing (this is the answer I get whenever he thinks he is going to get in trouble)

Me: Connor, why is the toilet paper wet?

Connor: Just nuffing mom

Me: Connor, tell me why this toilet paper is all wet

Connor: it was the spiders mom

Me (becoming very irritated and thinking that he probably peed on the toilet paper): Connor, tell me right now why the toilet paper is wet.

Connor: I was just licking it mom.

Me (taken completely off guard and can't help but start laughing): Connor, that is weird. You may not lick the toilet paper anymore.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Clean up on aisle 10

What do you get when you mix Melody, chunky sandals, and an Orange Julius? A great childhood memory! Although it's probably not so great for Mel.

Before I begin, let me give you some background on my sister. The girl trips all the time, and by tripping I mean she falls completely to the ground. When she was younger it was a daily occurrence to see Melody suddenly fall to the ground. She would trip on something, usually just the air, and fall. She wouldn't even put her hands out to catch herself. It's like she would feel herself falling, and just say, "Well, I give up!" and fall all the way down. She even tripped once while riding a scooter. I guess I should say she crashed. I don't know what made her think that with her history she could ride that scooter through a pile of dried grass that was on the side walk and come out unscathed.  The pile of grass won. I remember going on walks and we would almost be home and think, "wow, Mel made it the whole way without tripping!" And then she would bite the dust in the driveway. That poor girl should have been wrapped in bubble wrap! Her little knees are so scarred up.

The last time we all were at Disneyland together my sister tripped just standing in line. We were waiting to get on the Matterhorn. Mel was standing next to me and was leaning on the railing. There was gap in the railing that she apparently didn't see. She fell straight into the bushes. And me, being the sympathetic big sister that I am kept on walking to the front to the line. My mom was a little bit behind us in line and gave me a questioning look that said, "where is your sister?" I just have her the "where do you think she is?" look and she knew exactly where to find her. Before you think I am heartless, I did look back to make sure she was okay. And we did make it on the Matterhorn without any further mishaps.

I can't remember exactly how old we all were when the Orange Julius story happened, but it was when the brown chunky sandals were really in, you know, the ones with the really big rubber sole. My mom, the two siblings, and I were headed to the mall for a day of shop til you drop. I am sure we sang show tunes in the car all the way up. Remember, all three are great shopping buddies and love the musicals. Before we left my mom told Melody to take those chunky sandals off, she is quite aware of Melody's tripping habits. Well, Melody didn't, and somehow ended up at the mall in the sandals without my mom noticing. She didn't notice, that is, until we got to the mall and Mel tripped. My mom was not happy about the shoes, but what do you do, you're already out.

Our first stop was the Orange Julius where we all got smoothies that were almost as tall as us. We are walking through Montgomery Wards, when down she goes. There lies Melody on the floor in a sea of Orange Julius and one very angry mom standing above her. The lady working behind the jewelry counter just stared at us in disgust. I think she gave my mom a roll of paper towels to clean up the mess, I can't quite remember. I do remember just staring at the mess and thinking how embarrassing this was and how much trouble Melody is going to be in for wearing those shoes. I may have laughed a bit when my mom wasn't looking.

Melody had to go barefoot the rest of the time we were at the mall. She said she didn't want to have to take her shoes off because she would look stupid. My mother's response was, "don't you think you look stupid sprawled out on the floor in a puddle of Orange Julius?" All compassion goes out the window when your children embarrass you.

It is not uncommon now days for my sister to say things like, "I fell down the stairs at work today." Or "Yesterday when I was walking into the store I fell in the parking lot." These are completely normal things for her to say. She has gotten a little better at staying on her feet since her childhood days, but I still cringe and say a prayer for that girl any time I see her in high heels.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Party Pooper

 I am not a competitive person at all. In school when I played sports I didn't really care who won. I definitely was not one that would sacrifice my body for the sport that is for sure. If I was at risk of getting even a skinned knee or a broken nail, I would let the ball just fall to the ground. I really just played sports for the social aspect of it and the McDonald's or Taco Bell after the games. But since I got married and started playing games against my "I am so good at everything and you may think you can best me but you never will" husband, it has brought out the competitive beast in me. We seriously had to take a break from playing games for a while or we were going to need some counseling. Well, I guess I would be the only one that needed the counseling.

Whenever Scott and I play games together he always wins. Rummy, Monopoly, Settlers, Scrabble (I know he is making up words, I just can't prove it), Checkers, Spongebob Operation, Hangman, Blues Clues; it doesn't matter. I may start out in the lead and right when I think I am about to kick his butt, and start rubbing his face in my near victory at his total demise, he wins. I know somehow he is cheating but I just can't figure out how. I got this new puzzle game on my phone. It's one where you have to find a way to get the red block out of the box by moving all these other blocks out of the way. It took me almost a half an hour to get past level one. So I tell Scott about the game, he downloads it on his phone and is passing levels almost every 10 seconds! I had to stop at level three or I was going to end up flushing my phone down the toilet. Connor even tells me to just stop and let Daddy help me.

So the other night we are sitting on the couch playing games on our phones, (that is our date night. I know, it's sad) were both playing spider solitaire and I kept winning my games. Scott started calling his phone names because he couldn't win a hand. This made me immediately start flaunting my winning hands right in his face. Every time I won a hand I would let him know how awesome I was. After putting up with my harassment for a while he says, "how many suits are you playing with?" "What the heck is a suit?" I say. He takes my phone and points out how I am only playing with one suit (apparently this is the weenie version) and he is playing with two, therefore making my achievements null and void. He changed my game so now I am playing with two suits, and gosh darn it, I can't win a game to save my life! Now I am frustrated at my husband for stealing my glory and at my phone because I don't know how to change it back. But I will not be defeated forever! You may have won the battle honey, but I will win the war! Mwahahahaha!

Friday, April 1, 2011

My baby girl

I think my daughter might be part old british woman.

She has been living in this hat since I brought it home. As you can see she wears it with everything, even her pajamas. Please excuse the mound of trains behind her. The Island of Sodor kind of exploded in my living room.

All I have to say is look out Kate Middleton. But don't let the hat fool you and make you think she is a helpless damsel. She can hold her own that is for sure. Don't ever touch her baby or blanky. Just ask Connor.

On a side note. I saw Liv do something this morning she has never really done before. She was pretending with her baby. Well it was a stuffed glow worm, but she calls it her baby. I heard her saying, "poopy, gucky (yucky)." So I looked over to see if she was talking to me, but she was talking to her glow worm baby. She changed it's diaper and then said "dat better (is that better)?" And then she kissed it and said "nigh, nigh" and left it by the front door to sleep. Don't know why it has to sleep by the door, but it was so cute watching her pretending to be a mommy.

Sweet little Olivia pretending to be a mommy in her british tea hat one minute, and a force to be reckoned with the next minute. That is my little girl.