You're never too young to be swept off your feet

In honor of Valentine's, I just have to share a story about our oldest.



2 Sundays ago we were all getting out of the car for church. HY somehow literally fell out of the car landing on his knees and dirtying his white shirt. It was quite the scene. Once we got him to settle down and tell us what happened it all made sense.

Mamma: HY, what happened, why did you fall out of the car? Were you looking at something?
HY: Yes, mamma... Kaitlynn C.
Mamma: Oh, did she look pretty?
HY: Yes.

Word Police

HY is the official word police in our home. If an inappropriate word is spoken for example: stupid he takes it upon himself to correct us---and anyone else that might say it.

We say don't say stupid, mom!

Yes, I know. Thanks you HY. Excuse me. Silly.

Then Mini-E pipes in We don't say stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Yes, thank you! That's enough. Remember, we don't say it.




You'd be surprised how often you can use the word stupid in an appropriate setting. So, we've really had to cut back. His ears are always listening. My grandmother always said, "Little Pigs have big ears!" She wasn't kidding.

Lately he's taken to saying "What the heck", and "dang it" which aren't exactly my favorite words for a little boy to say. Any advice? We try saying "Oh dear"....but it's not sticking. Guess it could be worse.

Pretend

Every time we go to get Mini-E out of the car--we find her like this.




Clearly asleep. Hey maybe I should start doing this and I'd get carried more often.

Today at lunch

HY: Oh dear Mom. Oh dear!

me: What sweetheart?

HY: I'm lost---I'm lost in my confusion.

Tuck in

Every night after the kids have been in bed for an hour or so, I head in to re tuck them in. Halloween night was no different. Except for one thing. While tucking in Mini-E she rolled onto her side, fast asleep and said:

Trick er Treat...


My heart melted.

I've heard it ALL!

Maybe not all, but today when I heard this I thought:
okay, I've arrived. I'm finally officially a mother!

Sitting at the table for lunch eating Pb&j's. Mini-E begins to Sob! Like something devistating has happened.
Mamma: What's wrong?
Mini-E: He's looking at me!

No JOKE!

I have to admit that it made me think of this talk. At least I'm not the only one.

Bumping into each other

I'm sure I mentioned that we've had rain EVERY day this month. And today was no exception. Sometimes is just sprinkles and other times it's hail. We never know what we're going to get. So, with the rain, comes the thunderstorms and lightning. HY is not a huge fan of these storms. He is FRIGHTENED to say the least. He runs in the the house and hides and cries. Seriously, it was out of hand.

So one day, a few storms back, he was talking to Nonna on the phone. He mentioned how scared he was of the thunder. And she said, "WHY? it's just Clouds bumping into each other!" And since then he's been fine.



Thanks Nonna!

The important things

I some incredible friends. Some I really don't deserve, but I'm so grateful for them.

This girl, knocked on my door last week just to bring me a few things she'd made for my kids. A very masculine apron for HY and a fluffy tutu for Mini.

These are her favorite things now: Tutu, dolly (named Anna) and stroller (from Grandma and Grandpa for her birthday months ago)...and of course, the trusty tattered blankie (but that's a given).



And just an update on the potty situation, we are doing great. Poop and Pee and a few accidents but progress!!!!

Two Things:

FIRST:
Yesterday we went to the store and Mini-E got to pick some big girl panties. Tinkerbell! And lo and behold....she peed in the potty! Best thing that happened to me on a Monday!



SECOND:

This is HY's trick. Evidently there's another thing that he gets from his daddy.

Obsessed with Princess

When we found out that Mini-E was going to be a girl, I told Farmboy that I didn't want him to call her a "Princess." I guess all those target shirts that say "I'm a princess so I get to be bratty"(you know what I mean) left a really poor taste in my mouth for the "princess" reference. I've fought it for years---2 to be exact. And I think that I'm finally ready to embrace it.

My little girl is a princess! in a rag-a-muffin sort of way.

But not the bratty kind! I promise!
She's the really sweet, cute kind of princess that every girl should be.


The only way I got her out of her "princess pajamas" was to put her in this tutu. And she'll allow me to do her hair if I say it's a "princess hair-do"--- and yet, she doesn't want to wear those "princess panties" yet.




But I refuse to put that princess paraphernalia junk up in her room!!!

While I'm on the phone

Mini-E is getting ready for the day. And she's so proud of her new look.


I knew this day would come, I just thought I had another 5-10 years. {sigh}

I think I finally understand how you put eyeshadow BELOW your eyes.
Life goes on at our house.

Brains of the operation

We've know for some time now that Mini-e is the brains of our little family, but it became obvious last night.

We pulled out a puzzle of the US and started to put it back together. Well, on the second time through, sister put the following states in all by herself:

Oregon, Washington, California, Arizona, Idaho, Colorado, and New Mexico!

Seriously! This kid has more puzzle skills than I do.

She's our little scientist. You can frequently catch her in the shower or tub with a line of cups conducting experiments.

One obedient kid

I told HY to get on his shoes and meet me in the car & I found him outside doing this:
Cowboy boots & hat in the freezing cold!

You think it's time to clean those windows? I almost grabbed the windex and then I thought of this quote from Pres. Monson & thought I might enjoy it while it lasts.

"If you are still in the process of raising children, be aware that the tiny fingerprints that show up on almost every newly cleaned surface, the toys scattered about the house, the piles and piles of laundry to be tackled will disappear all too soon and that you will—to your surprise—miss them profoundly."

He said...

Mamma, what's that? pointing to my ring...

That's my wedding ring.

serious & a bit confused...Where's my ring?

You don't have one yet. You aren't married. matter of factly

still looking confused...I try to explain. Daddy gave this ring to me when we got married. When you grow up, you'll get married too. did that do the trick?

Yah, when I get bigger, I'll get a ring and get married! Yah. happy & surprised to have understood.

Deja' vu?

Does this scene look familiar in any way? It did to me too.

Mini-E has this thing with eggs. She refuses to eat them (unless it's an egg mc muffin). Today, Farmboy made boiled eggs for breakfast & I made "Zukas." True to form, Mini-E chugged the juice & refused the egg. So, that was her breakfast. Or so I thought...

A few hours later, I found her sneaking handfuls of cinnamon rolls into her mouth. Pulled that IKEA stool right over & went for the good stuff. She was faster than I've ever seen her. And none too pleased when I stopped her (shortly after snagging a few priceless photos).

Remembering Day 1

I stayed up WAY too late last night. I had too much time alone (which never happens) & so to fill it, I decided I would scrap a page that I should have done years ago.

It's about the Day that HY was born. I'm totally out of my scrapbook groove, but I need to get back into gear and get some of these older memories out on paper. I realized that I was looking through my pictures of him as a baby, that I don't remember all the things I wish that I did. I didn't have a blog! So, I'll have to dig deep for some of these. But this one was an easy memory. I'll never forget how I felt. And now, he'll know too someday.

Poopie Sundays

I'm finally getting around to telling this story. I've been told it's blog worthy, but I question that. This is the same person that always had me relate my one joke (Two tacos high) again and again.

Sundays are crazy. And this Sunday (about 3 weeks ago) will forever remain on the top 10 list of Craziest Sundays in our house--or at least I hope it doesn't get beaten out by something more horrifying.

Church starts at 11:00am. The absolute most perfect time. We can sleep in, but not a ton & it's not totally in the middle of the day. We (I sing and Farmboy sits with the kiddos in the empty chapel) go to ward choir at 10:15 am so that puts us just a bit earlier. I try to have everyone ready and approaching the car by 10:00am. I was on-time this Sunday. I was dressed, hair-done, makeup--on. Farmboy in the shower. And the 2 kiddos bathing.

I pull Mini-E out of the bath, get her dressed in her beautiful purple dress & return to dress the little man. This is when it all comes crashing down on me...

"Come on HY, jump out of the tub."

"Mom, I pooped in my room!" He's so proud.

"What?" please no!

"I pooped in my room!!" even more excitement.

This can't be. He's confused. I have to go check. Sure enough....poop! In his room. On the carpet!

I go back in to talk to him.

Evidently he got OUT of the tub, pooped in his room and then returned to clean himself off???

His punishment is that he has to clean it up. I think that's fair. I put Mini-E down & go to retrieve the father of my oldest! But when I return to the poop filled room, it seems to have spread itself across the carpet. I pick up Mini-E in my haste to keep her out of the mess.

Too Late! Her black Sunday shoes have poop oozing from the tread. Great! Now I get to clean up her shoes. I head to the bathroom. And I realize, I've been stamped by her size 2 poop shoe. Of course the stamp covers both the shirt & skirt.

I wore black to church that day. We didn't make it choir practice.

And that's when I decided that we were gonna nip this poop thing! We created a potty chart & went to work. I am pleased to say that HY has gone poop in the potty more than 10 times & last Friday we went to the dollar movie to celebrate. Complete with popcorn!

It's those kind of Sundays that make me grateful that we only started out with a roll of toilet paper covering the bathroom floor this morning. And that I got to sit & talk to HY this afternoon on a blanket outside under an umbrella.

"Mom, is the umbrella gonna break?" drinking his milk.

"Um, it won't break. It will just turn inside out. Don't worry, Daddy can fix it"

A few minutes later the wind turn the umbrella inside out.

"Go get daddy, he'll fix it." I'm enjoying laying down for just a moment.

HY runs into inside to get Daddy.

"Daddy, you fix this broken umbrella?"

"Mamma, can do it..."

"No, she's Hot! And small---like me!"

I smile. Just before the milk tips over onto the blanket...

Big Brother

I grew up with THREE big brothers, so I am no stranger to teasing. In fact, most pictures of me as a child I'm looking pretty grumpy. Mom always said it was because I was constantly teased. I believe it.

Lately, this is the conversation at our house:

Crying from the other room. Maybe I should let them resolve it themselves.

Crying gets louder and more annoying. I decide to intervene.

Entering the room I ask, "HY, what's going on here?"

Mini-E is on the ground crying, HY looking very guilty as he quickly moves off of her.

Clearly something IS going on here.

HY says something unintelligible. He's trying to throw me off, I can feel it.

"Son, why is your sister crying? Are you being mean to her?"

He shakes his head like he would never do that!

Mini-E stops crying to listen to the punishment I'm about to dish out. Her eyes flickering back and forth...

"Okay, bud--just don't bother her anymore, okay?" that'll do the trick.

"But I wanna bother her anymore."

ah, of course you do.

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More pictures here.

Everynight when HY is getting into bed..

"Mom, I wanna go home."

Sticking out his bottom lip with the crying quiver.

I'm slightly amused for the millionth time.

"We are home buddy!"

I break the news to him once more, weighing my options.

More quivering.

"But Mom, I wanna go home."

"Okay son, let's go home. What should we do when we get there?"

More resolved , I got him this time?

Mini-E's toddler bed

Is it too soon to put my 18 month old in a toddler bed? Well, if it is...then it's too late. I've already done it. I just got an itch today to do something "hands-on" and this was it. Change the crib to toddler bed. I know, it's not exactly difficult. So, if it doesn't work out, then crib will be back tomorrow.

But to my surprise, Mini-E is doing well. Sleeping. That's a plus. And oh so proud of the new toy that she and her brother can climb up and down on. And even jump on sometimes when Mamma isn't looking.





We are just growing up at our house.