Friday, December 25, 2009

Christmas At Our House

It's Christmas!


Yesterday the kids put on their fancy clothes and we went to mamaw's house.


My guy loves to tease his mama. She has an exercise machine, and he always plays around on that and gets the kids excited. I dig his humor.





When we got home, it took until 10:00 to get both kids asleep.


Santa came and filled the stockings, and ate the cookies and milk that we left out. This was the scene when we went to bed.





They were excited to get downstairs!


She understands what gifts are this year, and so it was very sweet to watch her open her packages. She gasps a little when the gift has something to do with a baby doll.




Here is superman playing with superman.


I love my family. We don't buy much throughout the year, so it's really fun to be able to give them things and then spend the day watching them play. Later we are heading out to visit my dad, and then tomorrow, my mom.





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Sunday, December 13, 2009

On Living With A Not So Tiny Little Boy

When you live with a not so tiny little boy, one day you might find a plastic, musclebound guy swimming in your bathroom sink.



You might hand him a toy catologue and a pen, and ask him to circle the things he likes. When you look to see what he circled, you might be surprised, because he circled big boy things like transformers and nerf blasters and bionicles. Since when did he even know that stuff existed? Since when does he skip right over the Sesame Street stuff?


You will receive instruction on how to make different engine noises for tractors, combines, and trash trucks.


One day you might sit down on the floor next to him, where he is playing with his tractors, and try to shoot love straight into him with hugs and smooches and endearing words, and he will smile and hug you back and then say, "Okay mama, now I have to get back to this playing." because his imagination just consumes him these days.


He also will probably roll his eyes and grin when his parents kiss after dinner.


You will check his pockets before doing the laundry, as you usually do, and find a folded up red construction paper heart from a girl, who has written her name in the center for him. When you ask him about it, he will shrug off-handedly and say, "Yeah, she gave that to me."


I thank my lucky stars that I happen to live with a six year old not so tiny little boy.


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Thursday, December 10, 2009

Two Cute Videos

She says pumpkin pie:





She calls it monkey pie!



She also says I love you:







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Sunday, December 6, 2009

Nursing Baby


Seriously, I'm not sure my heart can take this!





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Saturday, December 5, 2009

The Tree Is Decorated

We put the tree up this week! When I'm not stressed to the max about travel and gift buying and wrapping and baking, I love all the cozy things that Christmas brings. One of my very favorite things to do is sit on the couch with my feet up on the footstool, sip a hot beverage, and have both the lit fireplace and the glowing Christmas tree in my sight. Frequently this is interrupted by a waking baby or a 6 year old who can't get to sleep, but the moments I steal in between fill me up.




My right hand is awkwardly covering up a hole in my jeans.

Today we visited Santa. My daughter didn't want to sit on his lap, so we took a family shot so that she could have a picture and feel more comfortable. She did take a candy cane from him though.


My son told me he didn't feel nervous at all this year. He also said, "I hope Santa retires someday, because I want to be Santa when I grow up."



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Thursday, November 26, 2009

Thankful

I am thankful for carpet farmers



and the way she shoves spinach in by the mouthful.




I'm thankful for the goofy silly mind that this guy has.




I am thankful for first scribbles



and sitting inside toy boxes.



I'm thankful for the smile that this boy has when he's at school.




I'm thankful for our fireplace, which has increased the cozy factor in our house a million-fold.



I'm thankful for evenings spent reading together.




I'm thankful for this cheese pizza.




I'm thankful for my two snuggly boys, who have more hugs inside them than anything else.



I'm thankful for my girl, who is growing so long and so funny and so lovely.




I'm thankful.



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Wednesday, November 18, 2009

My Grandma

My dad's mom was stupendous. I loved going to her house. I have so many memories of playing there with my sister--things like shutting all the doors in her L shaped hallway and bouncing superballs. Those wood floors were so shiny. Or setting up elaborate farms using Legos.


Many of my favorite memories are from times when I went there by myself to stay the night. I felt so special, because she'd lead me to the spare bedroom that she had set up. She'd put my suitcase in the closet while I noticed that she'd put out a new air freshener on the dresser.


She would color with me. She had a great selection of coloring books. She called crayons crins and she colored in a circular motion. I liked to sit and color on her window seat with the plant.


I followed her around while she did her chores. Her house was always immaculate, but still very cozy and livable. She swept up the big black flies that had fallen to the floor. She set out the daily newspaper with the comics separate, for people to read when they came over.


Because she cooked lunch (but called it dinner) every day, for anyone who wanted to come. People always came. My dad, my uncle, various cousins and their spouses, farm hands. She was the queen of side dishes. Each lunch would have one or two main courses and a lot of sides. We're talking mashed potatoes, noodles, corn, green beans, sliced tomatoes, and rolls. For one lunch.


But back to spending the night. She would let me stay up as late as I wanted, which was never as late as her. I would ask her, "Grandma, how late are you going to stay up?" She'd say, "Oh, probably until about 11:00." I asked her when she got up and told me that it was usually around 5:00 a.m. "You don't need as much sleep when you get old."


In the morning, I would wake up to the sound of her shoes walking around the kitchen. She always wore shoes, even in the house. The best thing about breakfast was the Tang. She'd make me a big glass of Tang, and some bacon and eggs. It felt kind of strange to be the only two people at her very long dining table. She always had a banana, and a slew of medications.


While she did her housework, we'd watch The Price is Right and Days of Our Lives. I'd sneak Reese's peanut butter cups from the fridge and eat them, but not in her front room with the white carpet. Except I didn't really have to sneak them, she would have let me have as many as I wanted.


As I got older, I didn't spend the night anymore. But I did go to her house when the rest of my family went to the high school basketball games. I didn't have much interest in sports. Still don't. She and I would play Rook or Uno at that long table. We laughed so much.


I miss her. She died when I was about 5 months pregnant with Bee. I so wish she could have met my kids, and that they could have played in her house, and drank her Tang.



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Sunday, November 1, 2009

Halloween

My girl dressed as a candy corn, and my boy was a wicked witch. He didn't wear his hat, because it kept blowing off. His face is painted green, but it's hard to tell in this picture.



Our first stop was our neighbor's house. My daughter didn't really understand what was going on, but she sure understood candy. The universal language.




The sweetness of this picture just breaks my heart:


A couple times in the past few weeks, my son has mentioned the Charlie Brown Halloween special, The Great Pumpkin. He would laugh out loud every time he thought about how Charlie Brown would say, "I got a rock." He thought so much about those rocks. He told me, "I hope I get a rock." So at one house I snuck one into his bucket as he was walking up to ring the doorbell. When he walked away, he looked down and saw it, then picked it up and looked at it for a moment, wearing a shocked grin. He said, "I have a rock! I got a rock!" We laughed so hard. He is pretty proud of that rock.


At one house, we found this on the front porch:


I love our neighborhood.





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Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Stripes and Cuteness

In many ways, my husband is a great big kid. This is something that I appreciate and adore. One morning, he took our son to school, and read the book A Bad Case of Stripes before he left. As he was reading, quite a crowd drew around him. So he decided to take him to school again the next morning, this time though, something was a little different.



The kids loved it. I loved it.


It's this kind of thing that inspires me, that causes me to look for fun in the every day things. It takes so little to delight children, and really, adults too. Some days I have no energy for that effort, but those days benefit the most from things like this.


Now here's something that is too cute not to post. She invented this little game all on her own.






I'm feeling very blessed by my family this morning. The diapers in the dryer and the fire in the fireplace only add to the feeling.


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Monday, October 26, 2009

Fall Things

Friday I took the kids to Zoo Boo. Aside from the animals, there was pumpkin bowling, a play, trick or treating, dancing, a bounce house, and a hay bale maze.


There was also a tent where kids could build a bird house.






Saturday my guy let me sleep in, and then we took the kids to get pumpkins.



Sunday, my dad came to visit. He brought my son an old tire, and you'd think he gave him the world. He has been rolling it around, lifting it, and wanting to be home so he can be near it.





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Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Cookie Diversion

I am not a mama who enjoys imaginative play. The whole "mama you be the thief and I'm the police and you steal this jewel and say, 'police go away!' and then you run and I'll follow..." Ugh. Oh, I do it, but only until I can coax them away with the offer to make cookies or read books or go to the park or go on a walk or build with blocks or paint.


On this particular day, I talked them into leaving a game of king and queen to bake cookies.


While she was cracking an egg, lots of shell pieces got in. They peered in at the shell bits.



Haha, oops!

I picked it all out.


"The shell was right there! In the bowl!"














The cookies were good, but this moment was better.


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Saturday, October 17, 2009

Lazy Day

Just look at this fall day:


This picture was taken 2 weeks ago, and trust me, the trees are even redder, the sky is even bluer, and the clouds are even whiter. It is gorgeous here.


It would be calling me outside, except the air is even colder too. So instead I'm throwing up the window shades and baking apple bread.


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Sunday, October 11, 2009

One And A Half

I didn't have time on the actual date to post anything about my sweet girl reaching 18 months of age. A year and a half of sweet breastfeeding, sleeping side by side, and doing pretty much everything together. 18 months of beginning the process of figuring out who this tiny, powerful creature is.


She is full on into toddlerhood. There are not many hints of baby left in her, but I search for them whenever I can. I find baby in her delicious cheeks, in her puffy diaper bottom, in her tiny giggles, in her mouth searching for my breast the same way it did when she was 2 months old.


She runs now. She's only really been walking for 4 months, but now she runs places, her bouncy little steps causing her hair to bounce along too.


She says eyebrow and all done and cheese.


She loves to be tickled, she loves peek-a-boo, she loves standing on my legs and jumping off onto the floor, she loves to stand on the bed and fall forward with a plop.


She also loves books. When she wants me to read, she brings me a book and flings it in my general direction and proclaims, "Weeeed!"


She is absolutely divine.




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Holiday World Rocked My World

A friend gave us 4 tickets to Holiday World, because she wasn't able to use them this weekend, and the park closes for the season today. I felt like I won the lottery!


Yesterday, in the perfect fall weather, we drove 2 hours south and had a blast.


Of course, first we had to visit with Santa himself.



He chose to ride the bumper cars as his first ride of the day. They are one of his favorites.



He also enjoyed a canoe ride.



Then we took him on a fish ride that goes up and down and around in a circle. She watched him a while, and decided she wanted to try it. It all started out happily enough.


But before one circle had been completed, she looked like this:


And this:

So sad! They were kind enough to stop the ride, and I scooped her out. After that, she didn't want to ride any other rides unless I could go with her. She really liked our train rides and the old fashioned cars.


We had lots of fun at the playground.




She loved this with all her heart!



Last time we went to Holiday World, he didn't like the Turkey Twirl. He liked it this time.



He also liked this ride, that went up and down in order to achieve that dropped stomach feeling. He rode it several times with me and his dad.


I love this fella.



We stayed at the park from the time they opened until they closed. She refused to nap that whole time, but passed out in the car immediately.



The whole day felt like magic. Sunshine and togetherness, rides and junk food. My son has been studying the Holiday World map, reminiscing about the trip already.



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