Monday, December 24, 2007

Bus Stop Gossip

The following is based on a true story, but I was not present so I had to make up most of actual dialog... but it is the essence of what happened. In order to imagine it as it happened. You have to think of it as a bunch of ladies standing around gossipping at the bus stop.

Lisa: I think we have all of Christmas shopping done but I have a few more things I have to get.
Amy: I do too, I have to go into Purcellville. I wonder if Purcellville Market Place is open and if they still have some Christmas decorations and stuff.
Dave: It's open, we just went this morning. They had tons of Christmas stuff still. I'm sure you'll find what you're looking for.

Why is this so funny? Probably because of how it was accounted to me. It was my husband, came home from the bus stop and said, in a rather excited tone, "I got to participate in bus stop gossip today!" I said, "oh really, how so?" He said, "The ladies were talking about Christmas shopping and wanted to know if Purcellville Marketplace was open. I told them it was and that we just went there this morning!"

He was so excited, it was just funny to hear a grown man so excited about being able to contribute meaningful information to a "female" conversation. It was like it hit him that women actually talk to share information, not just to hear themselves talk, as he had previously believed. Welcome to our world, Dave!
After my last post I have been asked why we all the way to Dave's parents house instead of to other homes that may have been closer... So, I wanted to give the "Imposition Rule." The rule states that first you bother parents, then siblings, then friends, then neighbors. So should your neighbor be a good friend or relative, then you can go to a closer home in times of need. If parents or siblings are far away, say, in Switzerland or Utah, they are at the very bottom of the list. So, our line was as such Tarbets first, Trent and Jane second (sibling with bigger house in the area), Danielle thrid (sibling with smaller house), and nice friends/neighbors who offered. So, no one needs to feel bad, we were just following the imposition rule.

Friday, December 21, 2007

Storm Refugees from a storm that never actually hit...

Last weekend, we went out and got everything we needed to brave the winter storm that was supposed to come through. It was supposed to start on Saturday night and have a "wintry mix" of precipitation. Well, nothing happened on Saturday, it stayed somewhat warm (high 40s / low 50s??) and we got little to no precipitation. On Sunday afternoon, we headed out to church. Dave couldn't find the regular van key, so he grabbed the spare key and we were off...
During church, the power went off, not only in that area, but for much of Western Loudoun County. Church was let out early and we went home. On our way home, we were trying to figure out what we could eat that didn't require cooking. We were glad that we had food and everything else we needed to survive the night. Overall, we were excited about the possibility of a nice electricity-free evening. As we turned into our neighborhood, I went to push the button to open our garage door. Before I even pushed the button, the following conversation happened in my head, faster than lightening.
"We need electricity to open the garage door."
"We will have to just open the front door."
"We don't have our house key on the spare key chain."

I then turned to my husband and said, "We can't get into the house." We tried pushing the button anyway, lots of times, just waiting for the miracle, that surge of power that would open that garage door. We checked all the doors and windows, all locked tight, as they should be...

We left our cell numbers with the neighbors with instruction to call us if the power came back on and we were off. We called Dave's parents and asked if we could come out to there house for the evening. Of course, we were met with dinner and freshly made caramel corn! Yes, Dave's Mom is amazing! We just waited, not sure if the power would come on that night or if we would spending the night. They were very gracious even though we envaded their home pretty much un announced...

The power came on at 8pm. Some in the area were without power for more than 24 hours. We were grateful to spend the night in our own beds, but even more grateful for family that opened their home to us!

Wednesday, December 12, 2007


As much as I enjoy the "city of choice" contest, it is time to post something else... I wanted to post about my experience today, it was a bit rough and I hope to never have to do it again. But... I am sure I will have to at some point. See, I had a tire problem, it was completely flat, down to the rim. Can't drive on it, so who should I call to have come and help me with it? Dave, he's really far away, it would be time for the baby to have another bottle by the time he got here and then to wait for him to change the tire... Option A: Not a great option. Maybe Trent, he may or may not be able to help, but I hate asking for help... Option B: Okay option. Option C: Call my neighbor and see if she could come get the kids and I, and then have Dave take care of it when he gets home... Option C: So far my favorite idea... Okay, now for my cell phone, humm, I wonder if it will work because I am in Round Hill, no coverage... Humm, I wonder how I am supposed to make any calls at all while my cell is nestled nicely at home, plugged into it's charger... Options A-C all require cell phone use... Onto next part, we'll number those options...

New options: Option 4: Walk to someone's house to find a phone, carrying baby and hoping they are home. .. Option 4: okay, but... not great. Option 5: Walk all the way home on a street (no sidewalks), with Baby and Carter. Option 5: again, okay but not great. Option 6: Change tire myself. Option 6: Humm, that's an interesting thought...

I went with Option 6. I had to look up in the book where the spare tire was because, I didn't know. Then I had to read again on how to get the jack out, because it was stuck tight in a hole in the wall of my van. Did I mention that it has been rainy and so it is really really wet and muddy outside? Okay, let's get those lug nuts off, ummmmhhhmmmmmmpphhhhhhhhaaaahhhhh. Nothing. Not a budge. I stood on it and it wasn't until I jumped on it that it moved, a little. Me, jumping up and down on a little metal bar in my sandals while Carter jumped up and down in the mud puddle next to me. Very fun. Next after getting all of the lug nuts loose enough to finish by hand, it was time for the jack. Now, that was fun. Again, back to the owner's manual, because my car is really low, nowhere to look under neath to see where to put it. Luckily, they have conveniently placed small bars near each tire for the jack to go on. So, I just had to feel for it and I could position the jack in just the right place. Talk about tedious... impossible to do the jack quickly, none of the tools provided make it easy to turn it... you have to insert, turn half-way, pull it out, insert, turn half-way, pull it out, insert, turn half-way... anyway, you get the idea. This, alone, took 10 minutes... Then, I could get the tire off, but when I tried to get the new tire on, the car wasn't high enough, another 3-4 minutes later and it was time for a new tire. This was hard to do by myself, it was heavy and I had to try to line up the holes with the metal and do it while I was pulling the tire up from the top and try to look to the side. Please note that during this process, I am also trying watch Carter who was ripping branches off of someone's bushes, putting all of the tools in the mud, jumping in the big puddle right behind me, splashing me everytime. It was quite fun. I got the tire on, sat down next to it so that I could push it on directly, and put on all of the lug nuts, hand tightening them in the requisite "star" pattern. Then I knelt next to the tire and used the tire iron to tighten the lug nuts a bit more, again in a star pattern, and making sure that the tire was all the way on strait. I then stood and tightened one more time by using my own might, but NOT by standing on it this time (the owners manual reminds us not to try to tighten them too much, I figured I wasn't strong enough to do it "too much.") Then, I packed up the old tire, the tools and one really muddy boy into the car and we were off. We got home about an hour from the time we had discovered the tire, so I don't think I did that bad of a job, considering that I had to do all of that and watch a 3 year old in that time... Good thing the baby slept through most of it...

PS - When I got home and called my husband and told him I had a flat he said, "Did you drive home on it?"
Me- "No, I told you, it was flat all the way to the rim, that would have really ruined it."
Him- "So, where is your car now?"
Me- "In the garage."
Him- "I thought you said you couldn't drive on it."
Me- "I didn't."
Him- "Then how did you get the car home?"
Me- "I changed the tire."
Him- "Humm, okay, take the other one in somewhere and get it fixed."

See, he didn't even think of me changing the tire by myself as an option. It was OPTION 6. Then, he didn't even say, "Wow! Good job! You're amazing!" He just went to his next thought, well, if you can change a flat, certainly you can take that big, heavy, dirty tire in somewhere to be fixed all by yourself. No, I can't take it in, because it's big, heavy, and dirty. I did the hard part of this, he can take it in to be fixed. :)

PPS- As soon as we got home, I had one more thing to change that was heavy and dirty, that would be the baby's diaper.

Saturday, December 8, 2007

Jaclyn's "City of Choice"

Please read Jaclyn's blog entry (link above) and tell me why it would remind me of 3 movies. You have to tell which 3 movies and why for each one...

I had posted on hers the 3 movies but removed my entry, more fun to see if you can guess which 3 movies. :) Good luck...

AMMENDMENT: Jaclyn's comments, here, actually made me look at the photos again and I am reminded of one more movie, so 4 movies, and the new one is NOT mentioned by Jaclyn. I am afraid that this might be a job for Kelly Kloser...

Hint 1: Since we are struggling... 2 of the 4 movies star the same actress, The third is a remake of a movie that starred the same actress as the other 2. The fourth movie, not mentioned above, is DaVinci Code, as named by Jaclyn and the Petersons for the reason Jaclyn mentioned.

Hint 2: Wow! We are really struggling! You have all of the information you need... I said that "the Petersons" got two right, I already said that DaVinci Code was right. Come on Logic Puzzle fans, do I need to walk you through this?? I said Jaclyn got one right, she also said DaVinci Code, so that's the one that's right, meaning her other 2 guesses are wrong... So, therefore, the one that's right for the Petersons is...?? Now, go back to Hint 1... I am not walking you through this any more than that, maybe we will have to wait for Kelly Kloser to answer, she'll know the movies for sure!!

Thursday, December 6, 2007

Our first snow...

Yesterday was our first snow of the season, which of course, was very fun for the kids. Except, with Spencer in school, he also felt the disappointment of having to wait until school was over to go outside to play in it... So this was my afternoon yesterday:
Carter: I need my gwubs.
Me: I don't know where they are.
Carter: Keep wooking, Mom. Don't give up. You can find dem.
Me: I only can find one, let's go get dressed.
NOTE - dressing to go out in the snow takes about 20 min.
Me: Bye, have fun.
(3 min. pass, literally, then a knock on the door.)
Carter, crying: Mom. I don't like it, it's cold.
Me: yes, it's snow.
Carter: I need my other gwub.
Me: I don't know where it is.
Carter: I need my gwubs! Now!
Me: We don't have it, so stay in or go out without it.
Carter: I am going to stay in.
Note- getting undressed from snow clothes takes about 10 minutes.
(1 min. passes, literally.)
Carter: I need my gwub.
Me: We don't have it.
Carter: I want to go back outside. Can I wear Spencer's gwubs?
Me: You just came in.
Carter: I have to go outside and play with Spencer. I can wear Spence's gwubs.
Note - getting dressed to go outside takes about 20 min.
(5 min. pass, I am sure he will be out for a while because Spencer is now out there. 1 more minute and a knock at the door.)
Carter, crying: It's so cold, I don't like it. I need to come in.

I went through something similar with Spencer but he was able to get mostly dressed by himself, the boots were a bit tricky and he didn't care about gloves, also, it was a lot less frequent. Spence would be out fro about an hour at a time, but would come in and strip completely down. Stay in for 15 minutes and head back out again. Snow is tiring, at least for me.

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

If you don't...

Carter and Spencer both are really into threatening... (I suppose they learn from their parents) Spencer threatens me when he is in trouble, which doesn't help his case much. Carter threatens me when he doesn't get his way. At times the things they choose to threaten with are quite funny and it is hard not to laugh. Carter gets especially creative, just a few minutes ago I was in the family room and he told me to do something. I said that I would but that he would have to wait a minute for me to finish something else. He looked around and saw the kitchen table, climbed up on it and promptly said, "If you don't do it right now, I'm not getting down from the table. Humpf." This was okay, but my favorite happened back on Sunday morning.
I had trouble sleeping during the night, so my husband was kind enough to take the kids downstairs in the morning and let me sleep in. Since we are trying to potty train Carter (very slow going, by the way) he gets a small treat for going potty in the toilet, usually a couple of chocolate chips (or white chocolate ones). Anyway, I am trying to sleep when Carter comes into the room and informs me that he went potty in the toilet so I need to come down the stairs and get him a treat. I told him to go tell Daddy. He then asked if he could play the video game, I told him no. He got upset, so next came the threat...

"Well, if you don't let me play the video game, then I'm not going to let you get me chocolate chips."

Hummm... okay.

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Hckguha! huuuaaahhh

That's what I heard from the other room. That's what a cough and trying to catch your breath sounds like. Baby was in her swing, had just finished a bottle and Carter was jumping around near the couch, a few feet from her. He had just asked me for some chocolate milk. Baby often gags herself with her fingers, so I was not surprised by the sound, however, I still check to make sure she is safe. After I looked across the room and saw that she was fine and smiling at me, I opened the fridge to get out some milk for Carter and I said out loud, "Why are you choking, Baby? That's not good." Carter heard, "Why are you choking Baby? That's not good." You see, it's impossible to hear a comma in a sentence, but it can mean a world of difference. I assumed Baby had choked/gagged herself, but I soon found out differently. Carter looked at me very seriously and said, in a gruff voice, "But I have to choke her if you don't get me chocolate milk." I said, "You were choking the baby?" "Yes, because you didn't get me chocolate milk yet." So let's review what I saw, Baby in swing, Carter jumping around on floor, nope, Carter running away from the baby, when he heard me coming down the hall. He let go, she started to cough, I came into the room, and well, you know the rest of the story. And just so you know, we had a long talk about NOT choking people and about how he wasn't getting chocolate milk. Good things I wasnt' gone long...

Just as an afternote... should anyone visit my house sometime and wonder why I am not a very good house keeper, just note that I spend most of my day making sure that all 3 children are alive by the end of the day. Anything else that gets done is just a bonus!

Monday, December 3, 2007

Da, da, da, da... the Christmas song miracle

Today, I was in the kitchen and I heard a nice song...
Spencer said, "Da, da, da, da, daaa..." It was repeated several different ways, resembling several different Christmas songs. Nothing too spectacular for a 5 year old, but it's what I heard next that amazed me...
"Da, da, da, da, daaa..." It wasn't exact, but sounded very similar. What's so amazing, you might ask? It was my not quite 8 month old baby who said that. She was copying her brother, almost exactly. I was so excited that I ran in and picked her up. I started saying, "Say da-da-da." Followed by "da-da-da." She is quite vocal, has been forever, but this was the first time she copied deliberately. She's been saying that all day. Now we just need her to recognize the connection between saying "da-da" and actually referencing her favorite person. That will take a little while, but for now, I'm so excited!!

Tempers, strong opinions, impatience... sounds like fun!

For those who don't yet know what I'm describing, here are some more hints: Cheering, Dads, kids, racing, weigh-in, cars, wheels, graphite, weights, sanding, painting.

Still don't have it yet? Cubscout Pinewood Derby

It is always amazing how many very strong opinions/feels come out during the pinewood derby. The kids don't care, but the parents sure take it seriously. This was my 3rd pinewood derby and was by far the most tense. The mood was lightened, for me at least, by watching my small baby clap every time everyone else clapped. Still, I'm glad we only do that once a year... scary.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Fort Squishing

The boys often build a fort with the cushions from the couch. They build it back in the corner between the couch and the wall. Here was today's conversation:

Carter: The baby wants to go in the fort. Come on, Baby.
Spencer: No, Carter. The baby can't go in the fort. Mom, Carter wants to put the baby in the fort!
Me: No, she can't go in the fort. Baby just wants to play outside the fort. She's too little to go in the fort.
Carter: But, she won't get squished.

Hummm... no one mentioned that, wonder what he was planning to do. Put her inside and then jump on the top?? He's done that before (not with her in there, of course). I told them that she could go in after she turns 1. That hopefully will giver her one year of life before we cause any permanant damage...

Notice how tiny thw baby is... That's a size 2 diaper!! She is crawling and pulling herself up onto things. She just looks so small. And yes, most of the time Carter and I call her Baby, as if it is her name.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Dave got into the groove too...

Dave was not getting into the holidays spirit... at first he was feeling a little like Scrooge, then he started to get into it and started to groove a bit:

Then, he joined the children in the true holiday spirit and they rejoiced together:

Elves... you have to see this!!

Thank you to my dear friend, Sara for having this on her blog!! Yes, I know, I'm a copier, but it was so cute, I had to do it to my kids...

The children as Santa's Helpers. Check it out by clicking the link below.

This elfin' greeting brought to you by OfficeMax®.

instant replay...

Wow! Yes, we went from no ear infections to 3 in 2 weeks. The baby has had a fever all weekend, and I took her to the doctor yesterday morning. 2 ear infections!! One in each ear, no wonder she was miserable. She should be okay in the next couple of days because we have her on antibiotics. It was the same thing as Carter: Fever, doctor, ear infection, pharmacy... their medicine sits next to each other in the fridge, their dosing syringes sit next to each near the sink, difference is, one takes it like a man ("UMM, yummy, Mommy. I like my medicine.") the other spits it out (big ol' raspberry every time). I have not yet found a good way to get my delicate little angel to take her medicine (any of it, Tylenol, antibiotics, everything) she spits everytime. Normally, I think she would drink it right down, but she hasn't been drinking very well since she's been sick. So, I've tried in the cheek, laying down, sitting up, and various other methods, she seems to spit every time... Any ideas would be great.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Who needs a Roomba??

Ever since I got married, I realized that I am not a very good housekeeper. It just doesn't come naturally at all. I thought one day, many years ago, what we need is a little robot that goes around cleaning up. Then a few years later, a company called iRobot introduced the Roomba, a small robotic vacuum that goes around the house vacuuming all the time. It's fantastic! I have wanted one ever since, but by that time I had children and a Roomba wouldn't have made it one day in the house with my rough boys. So, that, coupled with the price, has made it so we will never get one.
Well, here is what I have realized... (with some background notes... )

Back when Spencer learned to crawl, I learned that no matter how clean you think the floor is, he will always find something on it to put in his mouth. An example: One morning, shortly after Spencer learned to crawl, I vacuumed the carpet in the family room of our townhouse. That afternoon, Spencer was crawling around the room while I folded laundry. Yes, this was 6 years ago and I remember very clearly what I was doing because I remember throwing the shirt down on the floor and running to him. He had stopped crawling and was sucking on something, so I ran to see what he had... a nail, a 3-4 inch nail. It seemed huge to such a small baby. He was sucking on it like a popsicle, it was horrifying. I remember thinking, but I JUST vacuumed, where did it come from??
By the time Carter came along, Spencer was only 2, so it meant all kinds of food, toys, and fun all over the floor for Carter to find.
Yesterday, Carter had a fit after lunch. He was exhausted and finally fell asleep, but not until after he threw some crackers on the floor, which broke into smaller pieces. I thought I had found all of them and threw them away, but not so... Miana was crawling around in the family room and found a small piece. I picked her up shortly after that, she smelled like cracker and had soggy brown stuff all over her. Then, about an hour later, she was crawling around in the kitchen and she stopped, I immediately ran over and found her with another piece of cracker in her mouth. I think she has found the rest of Carter's mess by now, but then I had this thought,
"Who needs a Roomba when you have a crawler?"

Friday, November 16, 2007

A note about the slide shows below

I had so many pictures of our trip to Switzerland that if I had put them all on the website, you would have never been able to get through all of them... so, a slideshow was the obvious choice... We were there the end of September to visit my parents who are serving a mission.

France and Switzerland, people we know!

France and Switzerland - Just the views, no people (at least no one that we know)

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Pets: Part 2

I should save this for tomorrow, since I've posted so much today, but I wanted to do it before I forgot all of the details...

About a year ago, Carter started telling people that he had a cat. Just occassionally would mention it, but it wasn't like he was walking around pretending that there was a cat in the house. People would ask him if he had any pets and he would always say, "yes, a cat." I would have to explain that he does not have a cat but that his aunt has 2 and our neighbor has 1 and that really likes them. He did this for about a month and then we didn't hear about the cat again.

On Monday, we were in the car and he all of a sudden starts talking about his cat. I will try to remember all of the details, "It is black with stripes, he likes to lay on my bed, sometimes he sleeps in the baby's bed. His name is Grandpafish." So, this was actually a little freaky for me because of the details. There were more but that is all I can remember.

Today, my neighbor brought me some clothes, a rather large pile of them in my front entry way. Carter jumped into the pile, as any kid would, but what he said next really threw me. "Yes, the cat will really like this. He likes clothes." He then began rolling on his back and stretching, he looked just like a cat! It's a little freaky, I am beginning to wonder if he has a split personality!?! Just kidding, of course.

What to do? One kid who wants a dog, which we aren't getting. One kid who wants a cat, which we aren't getting, or thinks we already have one or that he is one! It would work out perfectly if Spencer wanted a cat and Carter thought he was one, everyone would be happy!! Oh, well.

Pets: Part 1

I mentioned the conversation with Spencer about getting a dog, well, he hasn't been able to let it go, he is, well, obsessive about it.

A few days ago:
Mom, we will have to get him a leash.

A few hours later:
The dog will have to have 2 bowls, one for drinking and one for dog food.

A few hours later:
I will get him a big bed, and maybe will have to make him a house for outside.

The next day:
Spencer: I was thinking about a name for my dog. I think I like "Walk."
Me: Walk the dog. That's very funny.
Spencer: It is? Oh. How about "Sign."
Me: Sign? I like Walk.
Spencer: You said it was funny, I don't want it to be funny.

I am SOOO buying him a dog when he is 43 and I am giving it to him with a tag on it that says, "Walk, the dog"

Shepherd's Pie

By request, I am posting a recipe... Remember, I am NOT a chef, a gourmet, or even a cook. I am a MOM. I like dinner that is fast and easy. The following recipe has "steps" which I try to avoid, I like to throw it all together and cook. That's it, but this was not too hard because I use quick and easy things.

1 refrigerated pie crust
1 lb. ground beef
some chopped onion (how much is up to you, if using fresh, I would suggest about 1/2 of a large onion, but I use dried, just threw some in)
garlic (I used some out of fridge, not fresh, just minced from a jar, you could use fresh or even garlic powder)
1 tiny can chopped olives, drained (optional, but nice touch, makes it feel like a grown-up meal)
salt and pepper to taste
1 can creamed corn
2 cups mashed potatoes (I used instant, just add water, in the microwave, if you use anything, it will take more time, so plan for that)
shredded cheese (we prefer cheddar)
and topping of choice: cheese, cinnamon sugar mixture, or the orange stuff they put on deviled eggs, can't remember it's name...

Preheat oven according to pie crust directions (for an empty shell)
STEP 1: Put pie crust in either a "deep dish" pie plate (which I tried and it wasn't quite deep enough) or a casserole dish (much better). Bake shell according to directions for an empty shell.
Warning: Mine Never look pretty, but it doesn't matter because it will be completely covered up.
STEP 2: While pie crust is cooking, brown meat. This must be done one handed as you will most likely be dealing with a child (holding, feeding, making strawberry milk for, etc. ) Drain fat, I suggest not holding the baby while doing this as a burn could result in a visit from family and child services. Add onions (and a tsp. of water if using dried), olives, garlic, salt, and pepper. Stir altogether in pan with meat.
STEP 3: Make up mashed potatoes according to directions. (again, mine were microwave water for 2 minutes, dump in flakes, stir, done)
By this time, the baby wants more attention than you can give her so call in reinforcements... the 5 year old works great, he was making her dance all over the kitchen.
STEP 4: Assemble by layering into pie crust: put in ground beef mixture, then dump the can of creamed corn on, then a tiny bit of cheese, then the mashed potatoes, then topping of choice...
STEP 5: Cook until the topping is crisp or browned, we usually do cheese and put the broiler on for a few minutes at the end... cooking time is usually around 30 min. to make everything is heated thoroughly. We cooked 25-30 min. then broiled for about 3 or so. That was Dave's idea... good work, Honey!!

Now you can rescue baby from the dirty kitchen floor where she has been laying because her brother got tired on helping and just left her there, go play the video game with the 3 year old, and let hungry husband fend for himself because it took longer than you thought to "create" dinner and he got home really fast and wants to eat NOW... he can read books with the 5 year old until dinner is ready... sorry...

Dinner is ready!! It's yummy and it's all in one, meat, veggies, potatoes, all here! I find that one pie crust full feeds my husband and I with a decent size helping left over (big enough for the 5 yr. old and 3 yr. old to eat too, if they liked it, which they don't because neither one likes ground beef, so they don't eat it... too bad, more for us, here, have a lunchable for dinner.)

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Me: Don't kick your sister!
Carter: But I have to... I love her.
Me: We don't kick people we love.
Carter: Oh.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007


but, as a warning, it is a little bit of a "personal" note, so don't read it if you aren't up to it...

You know that feeling when you have to go to the bathroom so bad, you've been holding it all day, you know the one I'm talking about...

Well, that's Spencer, everyday after school. I understand it though, they don't really give him a chance at school. They have one break and he doesn't usually have to go until after that, by then, it's almost time to go home. The problem is compounded by the fact that he walks home. They make all the walkers wait until the buses have left. So, there he is dancing around in the line waiting to run home so he can, well, relieve himself. Compound the problem by the fact that we live several blocks from the school, he has his backpack and coat to deal with, those pesky buttons/zippers to deal with, it's too much for someone in such a hurry. Not to mention the days the front door is locked. I hear pounding and doorbell ringing in great urgency. Once inside, he leaves the front door open and his backpack in the doorway or on the front step (no time to put it off to the side), then he runs into the bathroom.

Today, I was in close proximity to the front door when he came in and the phrase I heard next was priceless and worth writing about. He ran in, as usual, unzipped and started his, um, relief. I was about to ask him about school when I heard a great sigh of relief and "Ohh, yesss, now that's the way I like it."


I also forgot to mention that on Sunday, we caught the baby trying to drink from Carter's cup. I'm pretty sure she didn't get anything, but it was time for a bottle any way, so I thought, let's give it a try. It took her a few minutes to get going but after that it was no different for her. She drank completely from the sippy cup!! Go baby!!

Monday, November 12, 2007


It happened. I thought it never would. After many yellings at "helpful" brothers to leave her alone, she finally learned to crawl. Friday afternoon she went forward a little, Saturday night she did it a little more and by Sunday was moving quite quickly. It really didn't take her long at all, only about a week. She cries the whole time, it is too much work, it doesn't feel good, and she isn't moving fast enough. She wants to walk so badly. I personally think that walking is much better, I will be able to see her (so I don't step on her) and it is much cleaner than having her hands on the floor all the time. So, yes, I am pushing her to do it soon.

OOPS! Sorry.

I am still so new to blogging. I have recently been looking at other people's blogs and wondering why their sites are so cool and mine is so plain, boring. Then it hit me...
They have pictures. So, I will try to find some cute pictures and post them, but I make no promises...

I thought I would start with an old picture and work my way through the year so I could show how the kids have grown. This was Easter, 2 days before the baby was born.
Spencer 5
Carter almost 3


first day home from the hospital

The kids in May, a little bit of an illegal posting... sort of, they gave me the CD, so just don't print any copies of it!!

Thursday, November 8, 2007

Fever Update

just an ear infection, which, by the way, is also a family first... first of my 3 children to have an ear infection and oldest is almost 6!

105.2! A new family record...

No, I didn't freak out, but I was starting to go through every scenario... I will have to take him to the emergency room, they will find something terrible, he will be admitted and we will both spend the next few days in the hospital, they will have to get complete statements as to whom he has been in contact with the last few weeks and we will have to quarantine the family. There will be a huge outbreak and it will be our faults because the kids have played with everyone in the neighborhood.

Let's do a flashback, back to Monday afternoon. My sister just returned from a trip to Africa and came over to bring us lunch. I jokingly said to her, "I don't know if I want you around my kids, you may have brought back strange diseases with you."

The next afternoon, after spending the day with some friends, I noticed Carter was warm. I took his temperature, 101. That's okay. I gave him some Motrin and that was it, I watched him that day and he was a still a little warm, but nothing serious. That night, in the middle of the night, he came into our bedroom. He was really warm and said he needed a drink. I got him a drink, gave him some Motrin and took his temp. 103... we're getting warmer... The next morning he still had a slight fever, but overall seemed fine (obviously I didn't send him to school). That was yesterday, all day he was fine as long as he was on Motrin, but as soon as it wore off, his fever was back up towards 103. He seemed miserable right before bed, was really stuffy and therefore having a hard time breathing. He was making some pretty funny noises while he was sleeping. Then, at 2:35am this morning, he woke me up. "I need a drink, I need a drink." I got him a drink, some Motrin, and took his temperature, it read 101, but I couldn't get it in his ear just right, he felt so much warmer than that, so I repositioned and took it again, 105.2! I had just given him Motrin, so we wanted to make sure it was working before I freaked out. It had been taking 45 min. for the medicine to kick in, but I laid there thinking... I'm giving it a 1/2 hour then I am getting dressed and taking him to the ER. By 1/2 hour later, the meds had already begun working, so I settled down.

And, that's basically it. I am obviously taking him to the dr. today. In fact, time to go! I'll update later.

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

When I'm 43 can I be the boss of this house?

Well, it turns out that yesterday was a great day for conversations with my kids... Here's the all day long on going conversation I had with my 5 year old.

Spencer: Can I get a dog for my next birthday?
Me: No.
S: Pleeeeaaasssseee?!!
Me: No.
S: Pleeeeaaaaassssseeee?!
Me: No, you know the rule. What's the rule?
S: We can't have pets and kids in our house, but, but, I have to have a dog!

This went on for about 5 minutes. Then after a brief pause, he returned.
S: When I am 43, can I be the boss of this house?
Me: THIS house? If you'd like to... (I don't know if my husband and I will still be living here, but maybe when he is 43, I'd be willing to sell it to him and buy us a new one)
S: I can?? Then I can decide if I can have a dog?
Me: Yes, when you are 43, you can decided if you can have a dog. In fact, if you'd like, I will buy you a dog when you turn 43. I will give it to you for your birthday (whether you want it or not)

All day long, we had several conversations about the dog when he was 43, 45, and 35...

He was fascinated by the fact that I told him he could be the boss of this house and decide whether or not to have a dog. He kept saying, "boss of this house." So finally, I said to him, "don't you want to be the boss of your own house?" He very quickly, and seriously said, "When you are dead, I will be the boss of my own house."

Yes, it was a good day for conversations with my children yesterday.

Monday, November 5, 2007

An interrogation of a 3 yr. old

Me: What is this mess?
Carter: Candy wrappers.
Me: Why are they on the floor?
Carter: I put them there.
Me: Well, who's going to clean it up?
Carter: Spencer.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Don't sit on the baby

I decided to call my blog "don't sit on the baby" because it seems like that is the one phrase I seem to say the most during the day. There are many other endings to "don't do that" but "sit on the baby" seems to be the most frequent. I am a stay at home mom of three. I have a 5 year old boy that just started Kindergarten, I have a 3 yr. old boy who just started preschool, and I have a 6 month baby girl. While typing this, I have said, "don't sit on the baby" 3 times. I need to go get her off of the floor. At this rate, she may never learn to crawl!