Friday, January 28, 2011
Go Figure
We have a good size house for our kids to play in. They can play in almost any room in the house they desire (only exception is our bedroom), and guess where they have opted to play the last couple of days?
Saturday, January 22, 2011
To Remember
I really love how Elijah calls blueberries "blue strawberries." Just melts my heart completely!
Friday, January 21, 2011
Fess Up Friday
*This was supposed to be a Fess Up Friday post with photos, but I can't figure out how to import photos from my camera to the computer, while erasing the files! IPhoto doesn't respond. I don't feel like importing photos while they stay on the camera, because I have yet to figure out how to delete all photos at once from our camera, rather than one by one. We've had our camera over a month now and I have yet to read the manual (which is on a disc.) I'll try again tomorrow, but I wanted to post. After all this is called Fess Up Friday, not Saturday!*
We are the cool parents who took our 4 1/2, 2 1/2, and 7 month old children to their first rock concert! I won tickets through ChiIL Mama's blog to see The Boogers at Schuba's tavern last Saturday. Man, we were hip, we were cool, we were STUPID! We arrived and were totally stoked. And then we looked around-and got a really good look-at kids with ear plugs in their ears, and parents putting noise canceling headphones on their kids' ears. Oh geez! Boy did we ever feel unprepared! Greg said, "How bad can it be? It's a kids' concert!" But deep down, I knew it was gonna be loud because the filler music piped in over a CD player was loud. And then the band started playing their first song. Yep, it was loud! Fortunately, Greg has been to a number of concerts back in the day and said, "When I would come to shows, I'd get toilet paper from the bathroom and put it in my ears. Not the coolest, but it worked." Heck, I didn't care! I just didn't want to be the parent whose kids would have hearing loss. So he got TP for Caleb and Elijah's ears, and I also put Caleb's winter hat on which covered his ears for added protection. As for Charlotte, she was completely in her element, was right up front, rocking and dancing, and the perfect little groupie for the band, and probably does have some hearing loss from attending the concert.
I will mention that although we were the better-late-than-never parents who had some mad MacGyver skills to protect our Foster childrens' ears, there were some toddlers and kids who had nothing in their ears at all! (So, yes, that did make me feel better in the parenting department.
Today I decided to to try this very cool (literally) science experiment that my friend Kim posted on Facebook.
I had my boiling water and I had my family watching from the front window. What I didn't have was a good throw, cold enough temperatures, a slight wind, and an exposed wrist. So add that all together, and I had boiling water splash on me, rather than evaporating into the air, and giving me a blistering burn on my wrist. (Now, how the water found the exact spot I wasn't covered is beyond me!)
So, what are your confessions this week? I think you'll find it quite therapeutic admitting your faults, and having a good laugh about it!
We are the cool parents who took our 4 1/2, 2 1/2, and 7 month old children to their first rock concert! I won tickets through ChiIL Mama's blog to see The Boogers at Schuba's tavern last Saturday. Man, we were hip, we were cool, we were STUPID! We arrived and were totally stoked. And then we looked around-and got a really good look-at kids with ear plugs in their ears, and parents putting noise canceling headphones on their kids' ears. Oh geez! Boy did we ever feel unprepared! Greg said, "How bad can it be? It's a kids' concert!" But deep down, I knew it was gonna be loud because the filler music piped in over a CD player was loud. And then the band started playing their first song. Yep, it was loud! Fortunately, Greg has been to a number of concerts back in the day and said, "When I would come to shows, I'd get toilet paper from the bathroom and put it in my ears. Not the coolest, but it worked." Heck, I didn't care! I just didn't want to be the parent whose kids would have hearing loss. So he got TP for Caleb and Elijah's ears, and I also put Caleb's winter hat on which covered his ears for added protection. As for Charlotte, she was completely in her element, was right up front, rocking and dancing, and the perfect little groupie for the band, and probably does have some hearing loss from attending the concert.
I will mention that although we were the better-late-than-never parents who had some mad MacGyver skills to protect our Foster childrens' ears, there were some toddlers and kids who had nothing in their ears at all! (So, yes, that did make me feel better in the parenting department.
Today I decided to to try this very cool (literally) science experiment that my friend Kim posted on Facebook.
I had my boiling water and I had my family watching from the front window. What I didn't have was a good throw, cold enough temperatures, a slight wind, and an exposed wrist. So add that all together, and I had boiling water splash on me, rather than evaporating into the air, and giving me a blistering burn on my wrist. (Now, how the water found the exact spot I wasn't covered is beyond me!)
So, what are your confessions this week? I think you'll find it quite therapeutic admitting your faults, and having a good laugh about it!
Friday, January 14, 2011
Fess Up Friday
Wow, what a week in the confession department.
I went to workout on Monday, after a long time of not going to the Y (won't divulge how long), and the first thing I did when I got home, was eata cookie 2 cookies, while making dinner.
I gave my 2 1/2 year old son privacy in the bathroom as he sat on his potty seat with poop stuck in his bottom. I went away for less than a minute to get wipes. When I came back there was Elijah standing up with a wad of toilet paper AND poop on his hand! I screamed-not at him, but a general ARGH at the grossness of the situation. So, I do realize that my screaming will probably dissuade and hinder our potty training efforts. Poor Eli will be scared to go potty for fear of me yelling.. Now, the irony of the situation is that this is the same kid we literally had to pull poop from his bottom, often getting it on OUR hands!
I wanted to go out and shovel while the kids napped on Tuesday. As I was about to head out, Elijah woke up. I tried to get him ready quickly as I knew Caleb would be waking up soon. We were not quick enough, however, as Caleb woke up as we were all bundled. I was determined to get out and shovel quickly, so I put him in the most secure thing we have-his exersaucer. Unfortunately Caleb was crying in it, so I put him in his bouncy seat. He was tolerable of it and secure (or so I thought).
I came back in to check on him after 5 minutes outside and he was fine. I went back out and checked on him 5 minutes later to find him like this:
And yes, I obviously didn't rescue him right away as I needed to grab the camera to document it, plus he wasn't complaining or crying about his position.
Finally, I often don't find 4 year old humor funny (that's a confession by itself), but I find myself laughing because Charlotte does and I do want her to think she is funny. On Thursday, while waiting to be let into school, Charlotte said, "My daddy ate a snow pancake last year," and then completely laughed hysterically at Greg's silliness. I laughed too, as my motherly duty. Then a couple of minutes later, she joined 2 of her friends and said the same thing. And for a very brief moment, parental worry set in, as I thought, I hope they laugh with her and find Charlotte funny. I admit that although, I don't always find Charlotte funny, I NEEDED her friends to, so that Charlotte fit in. (Yes, I felt all this in a millisecond.) Fortunately, Charlotte's 4 year old friends thought my little 4 year old was funny! Whew!
I went to workout on Monday, after a long time of not going to the Y (won't divulge how long), and the first thing I did when I got home, was eat
I gave my 2 1/2 year old son privacy in the bathroom as he sat on his potty seat with poop stuck in his bottom. I went away for less than a minute to get wipes. When I came back there was Elijah standing up with a wad of toilet paper AND poop on his hand! I screamed-not at him, but a general ARGH at the grossness of the situation. So, I do realize that my screaming will probably dissuade and hinder our potty training efforts. Poor Eli will be scared to go potty for fear of me yelling.. Now, the irony of the situation is that this is the same kid we literally had to pull poop from his bottom, often getting it on OUR hands!
I wanted to go out and shovel while the kids napped on Tuesday. As I was about to head out, Elijah woke up. I tried to get him ready quickly as I knew Caleb would be waking up soon. We were not quick enough, however, as Caleb woke up as we were all bundled. I was determined to get out and shovel quickly, so I put him in the most secure thing we have-his exersaucer. Unfortunately Caleb was crying in it, so I put him in his bouncy seat. He was tolerable of it and secure (or so I thought).
I came back in to check on him after 5 minutes outside and he was fine. I went back out and checked on him 5 minutes later to find him like this:
And yes, I obviously didn't rescue him right away as I needed to grab the camera to document it, plus he wasn't complaining or crying about his position.
Finally, I often don't find 4 year old humor funny (that's a confession by itself), but I find myself laughing because Charlotte does and I do want her to think she is funny. On Thursday, while waiting to be let into school, Charlotte said, "My daddy ate a snow pancake last year," and then completely laughed hysterically at Greg's silliness. I laughed too, as my motherly duty. Then a couple of minutes later, she joined 2 of her friends and said the same thing. And for a very brief moment, parental worry set in, as I thought, I hope they laugh with her and find Charlotte funny. I admit that although, I don't always find Charlotte funny, I NEEDED her friends to, so that Charlotte fit in. (Yes, I felt all this in a millisecond.) Fortunately, Charlotte's 4 year old friends thought my little 4 year old was funny! Whew!
Friday, January 7, 2011
Fess Up Friday
Apparently on Monday night Elijah came into bed to sleep with us. I vaguely recall him coming to my side of the bed and me lifting him up into it. I forgot he was in bed with us (after all, I WAS sleeping), until I rolled over. Let's just say that the children's rhyme:
There were 3 in the bed and the little one said "roll over, roll over," so they all rolled over and one fell out.
is quite appropriate. My rolling over cause Elijah, who I didn't even really know was sleeping in bed next to me, to fall out of our bed. Now, that woke me up!
Because this happened on Monday night, I was quite sleepy on Tuesday. So much so, that I started to doze off during lecture of Bible Study, and my good friend Angela, had to poke me to keep me awake!
Last night I ran errands to Babies R Us to get $3 Earth's Best Chlorine Free Diapers, and 40 cents Earth's Best baby food, and also wanted to go to Target to exchange a sweater. I left one of my coupons for babies R Us at home, along with the sweater I wanted to exchange. And of course, didn't realize it until I was practically at the store-UGH.
Over Christmas break I was getting up at 6 am to go power walking with my next door neighbor. Yeah, I confess that sleep is way more important than a 6 am wake up call!
Come join in the confessing!
There were 3 in the bed and the little one said "roll over, roll over," so they all rolled over and one fell out.
is quite appropriate. My rolling over cause Elijah, who I didn't even really know was sleeping in bed next to me, to fall out of our bed. Now, that woke me up!
Because this happened on Monday night, I was quite sleepy on Tuesday. So much so, that I started to doze off during lecture of Bible Study, and my good friend Angela, had to poke me to keep me awake!
Last night I ran errands to Babies R Us to get $3 Earth's Best Chlorine Free Diapers, and 40 cents Earth's Best baby food, and also wanted to go to Target to exchange a sweater. I left one of my coupons for babies R Us at home, along with the sweater I wanted to exchange. And of course, didn't realize it until I was practically at the store-UGH.
Over Christmas break I was getting up at 6 am to go power walking with my next door neighbor. Yeah, I confess that sleep is way more important than a 6 am wake up call!
Come join in the confessing!
Doing Dishes
I let the kids "do" the dishes today. This also meant that my kitchen floor got washed today!
As I was putting the "clean" dishes away (back in the sink!) I lifted up the dish drainer next to the sink to wipe up all the water that was pooled under it. At this point Charlotte came into the kitchen, and asked "Where did all that water come from?"
Seriously?!?! Um, where do you think?
"Well, it came from all of the fun you had doing the dishes!"
As I was putting the "clean" dishes away (back in the sink!) I lifted up the dish drainer next to the sink to wipe up all the water that was pooled under it. At this point Charlotte came into the kitchen, and asked "Where did all that water come from?"
Seriously?!?! Um, where do you think?
"Well, it came from all of the fun you had doing the dishes!"
Friday, December 31, 2010
Fess Up Friday
First and foremost, I fess up that I don't really care about it being new years eve. We had a fun family outing to the zoo this evening, and I'm already in my PJs, laundry running in the washing machine, and my bed calling my name as soon as I finish this!
Elijah and I had a mommy/son excursion the a few nights before Christmas (shopping!) It wasn't until we got home and I removed Elijah's boots did I realize that I had him out without socks on his feet! (now, if the temperature was as it is tonight-50 degrees!, wouldn't have been a big deal.) I guess I need to be proud of the fact that he can put his boots on all by himself. Plus, he never complained, so that definitely means that I need to give a great big shout out to Lands' End for keeping his bare feet toasty warm!
I came home one day from running errands to Charlotte informing me that Greg hit her finger with the hammer. They were hanging some wall decor in her room. I gave Greg the you-better-explain-quickly-to-me-how-you-could-have-done-that-look, and he said, "Well, she hit me on the finger with the hammer, so now we're even." I KID YOU NOT!!!!!
(Now, before anyone says that this is not me fessing up to anything. I admit I have been the primary author of this blog, it is about Greg and me raising our kids together, thus the inclusion of his confession. Plus, this story was too funny not to share.)
This week we were training Caleb not to get up in the middle of the night using the Ferber method of sleep training. (For those that don't know the Ferber method you go in after 5 minutes of crying, then after 10 minutes of wailing, then after 15 minutes of screaming, never picking up the child, but just assuring him that you haven't abandoned him, by rubbing his back or belly, and saying everything is OK.) On our first night, Caleb finally fell asleep after the 20 minute check-in (or so I thought). I felt bad about having him cry for so long, so I peeked in his room, and then walked right up to his crib, and very quietly whispered to Caleb who was turned away from me sleeping on his belly, that I was very sorry and that I loved him very much. Well, Caleb had me fooled, because as I finished whispering to him, he turned his head toward me, got up on his knees and started wailing again. I very quickly and quietly left the room, and profusely apologized to Greg for my stupid move and bunkered down to listen to his crying for another 25 minutes.
So, any final confessions of 2010? Happy New Year!
Elijah and I had a mommy/son excursion the a few nights before Christmas (shopping!) It wasn't until we got home and I removed Elijah's boots did I realize that I had him out without socks on his feet! (now, if the temperature was as it is tonight-50 degrees!, wouldn't have been a big deal.) I guess I need to be proud of the fact that he can put his boots on all by himself. Plus, he never complained, so that definitely means that I need to give a great big shout out to Lands' End for keeping his bare feet toasty warm!
I came home one day from running errands to Charlotte informing me that Greg hit her finger with the hammer. They were hanging some wall decor in her room. I gave Greg the you-better-explain-quickly-to-me-how-you-could-have-done-that-look, and he said, "Well, she hit me on the finger with the hammer, so now we're even." I KID YOU NOT!!!!!
(Now, before anyone says that this is not me fessing up to anything. I admit I have been the primary author of this blog, it is about Greg and me raising our kids together, thus the inclusion of his confession. Plus, this story was too funny not to share.)
This week we were training Caleb not to get up in the middle of the night using the Ferber method of sleep training. (For those that don't know the Ferber method you go in after 5 minutes of crying, then after 10 minutes of wailing, then after 15 minutes of screaming, never picking up the child, but just assuring him that you haven't abandoned him, by rubbing his back or belly, and saying everything is OK.) On our first night, Caleb finally fell asleep after the 20 minute check-in (or so I thought). I felt bad about having him cry for so long, so I peeked in his room, and then walked right up to his crib, and very quietly whispered to Caleb who was turned away from me sleeping on his belly, that I was very sorry and that I loved him very much. Well, Caleb had me fooled, because as I finished whispering to him, he turned his head toward me, got up on his knees and started wailing again. I very quickly and quietly left the room, and profusely apologized to Greg for my stupid move and bunkered down to listen to his crying for another 25 minutes.
So, any final confessions of 2010? Happy New Year!
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