Friday, October 31, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
I'm a Copy Cat!
2. He loves comedy. He can listen to a comedian 10 times and still laugh as hard as the first time he heard it.
4. Won't watch TV, unless a song is playing, and then she will dance! As soon as the song is over, no more tv.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Mommy used to watch that when she was a little girl...
And last night after dinner, we watched The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad. He thought that one was a little scary. But Austin and I enjoyed it! HA HA!! Then we were talking about all of the great cartoons that we watched as kids. Remember Lambert, the sheepish lion?
Fan-freaking-tastic!
What other cartoons/movies do you remember loving as a child?
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Superheros, Bugs, and other random things...
Last year we got the kids togther and took their picture in their Halloween costumes. It was freezing and extremely windy. So, we thought we would make it a tradition and do it again!!! We had our mini photo session on Sunday with some friends and our kiddos! It was fun. The weather was beautiful, no wind, sunny. Perfect! The kids were in great moods! We have a nicer camera! There were two additions to the group! It went MUCH better this year! Comparing the two photos is great! Now I can't wait for next year! Woo Hoo!
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Mommy isn't ready for curiosity...
I froze.
WHAT?!? I was NOT expecting that!!!
But I remained calm on the outside and answered, "Clara doesn't have a tinkler."
"Where did it go? Is it in her butt?" Seriously, he said that.
"She is a girl, and girls don't have tinklers. Just boys."
"Oh." Then he stands with his hand on his hips (remember, completely naked) and claims, "I am a boy! I have a tinkler!"
Oh great, he is five and already proud of it! Typical male. I just told him to get in the bathtub. Then he completely forgot about it and splashed around not worried at all.
Yikes. I believe I handled it the right way. Just answer with basic answers. No details. Now I have two questions.
First, what do you call a vagina to a little kid? (I wasn't going to give what Clara has a name, just yet!) I don't remember calling it anything as a child. And I think the word "vagina" is to...I don't know...medical?
Second, how old should I stop them bathing together? I asked a friend at work and she thinks because Connor asked about Clara's missing tinkler that should be my first sign, and quit now. I have no clue. What is your thoughts on the situation?
I need advice!!!!
HELP!!!!
Thursday, October 9, 2008
The Curse of the Mysterious Bag Balm
Back when Connor was three years old, I put him down for a nap and went downstairs to read a book. I was at the beginning of my pregnancy with Clara, and was exhausted. I read for about an hour, and I get a phone call and proceed outside to talk in the warm sun. After my call, I head back inside and hear Connor upstairs banging on his door screaming bloody murder. I freak out and bolt upstairs to find him covered head to toe in Bag Balm. The large can is empty. Bag Balm is EVERYWHERE. He was scared because he must have realized that he should not have been spreading this into every crevice in his room and tried to come get me. Well, the Bag Balm was all over his hands and he couldn't get his door open. I had to clean all of his toys, clean most of his bedding, scrub his walls, door, table, bookcase , a few books, you name it, it was greasy. I even had to throw some items away. I made him sit in his chair and watch me clean it all up. The bath he took was hell, because it would not come off. I am not even sure where this can of Bag Balm came from. We had it a few years before, because someone told me to use it as a diaper rash solution (it works!) but we hadn't used it in quite some time. This had to have started out as a near-new can. Thank goodness I had my friends Christie and Brenda on their way to visit. They helped me out tremendously. Everything turned out okay, except Connor's carpet is scarred with a huge grease stain. It turned into a huge joke after everything calmed down. Christie even bought me some Bag Balm at Clara's baby shower. Hilarious. I laughed my ass off when I opened that gift! I just threw it under my bathroom sink and forgot about it.
Fast forward to today. I am vacuuming upstairs and Clara and Connor are playing in Clara's room. The gate is up at the top of the stairs, my bedroom door is shut and the bathroom door is shut. I finish vacuuming and I hear "uh oh, icky..." I notice the bathroom door is open (Connor needs to learn to shut it after using the potty!) and I knew what happened before I could see it. The smell of the medicated goo engulfed my nose so fast I almost had an anxiety attack. Clara found the Bag Balm. Or did the Bag Balm find Clara? It was all over her and the floor. Thank goodness she was in the bathroom where I can just wipe it up! I gave her a bath, and checked the cupboards to make sure that there is NO MORE BAG BALM in my house. EVER. I will where my "anti-Bag Balm" badge proud! It IS time for change! America should not live in FEAR of medicated ointment!
Parties, Games, and Hernias! Oh my!
Friday, October 3, 2008
5 years ago...
Connor is 5 years old today. He thinks that since yesterday, his arms are getting longer.
I am not kidding.
He truly believes his arms are longer today, because now he is 5. He isn't getting taller. He just has longer arms.
Whatever. I don't get it. He's 5, logic has nothing to do with it.
But he is one proud kid today telling EVERYONE that it is his birthday. We have been to McDonald's, Blockbuster and Costco and every single person in all of those places knows that Connor is having a birthday today. And then he usually adds, "but it's not Clara's birthday, just mine." OK, come April he will have to realize that it is JUST Clara's birthday, and not his. Oh well.
I am a proud mom. And a little sad that he is growing up. He is starting to do little things that make him so grown up to me. Like doing most things by himself. I am at the point that I LOVE when he has to ask me for help with something because I feel like he is still my baby boy.
Connor is one of the funniest children I know. Yea, I am a little biased, but the things that come out of that kid's mouth have me laughing so hard tears are streaming down my face. For instance; Clara was being naughty and Connor tells on her, I tell him, "mind your own business." I put her in time out and she starts to sing (big no-no; if you are in time out at our house, you can't talk unless it is to say "sorry") and I can feel Connor ready to freak out that she is talking in time out. So I just look at him waiting for the explosion. He says, "What? I am minding the businesses, and I didn't tell you that Clara is talking." Oh my... He comes up with things like that all the time.
Happy Birthday my little turkey! (By the way, when I call him my little turkey he replies, "I'm not a turkey, I'm a kid!" I love you to pieces!!!!
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Getting off my ass and doing something about it...
I am starting Monday. I am NOT procrastinating. I have a billion reasons why I am waiting. First, Mondays will be much easier to weigh myself at the same time. You are supposed to weigh yourself every week same day, same time. Mondays are perfect, Austin takes the kiddos to daycare on his way to work , so I can do it at 10:30 right after they leave. It will be perfect.
Second, we are having oodles of company this weekend and I know we will be going out to eat a ton! Also it is Connor's birthday so I will be eating cake, BBQ, etc... but I still am attempting to be aware of what I am eating.
And great news for Costco employees! We get a discount at Weight Watchers! WOo Hoo!!
So, I need healthy recipes that actually TASTE good! Thanks for every one's support!!!