There has been a lot of talk lately around our house about "garbage words". A couple of our two children have had a difficult time controlling their words. I knew it was only a matter of time before they caught me.
Recent conversations with Scout:
Katie: Oh, that's so stupid.
Scout: Mom, you said the "b" word. (Which I think a friend has taught them means it's a bad word. I sure hope the "b" word at their house is "butt". Currently any bad word to Scout is a "b" word. And she is really good at hearing them, even when you think you say them softly to yourself.)
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On the real "b" word at our house:
Katie: Scout, I think you need to go to the bathroom.
Scout, wiggling around wildly: I don't need to go potty - I'm a reindeer.
Katie: Even reindeer need to go potty sweetheart.
Scout: They don't have to sit on the potty.
Katie: That's right, but they also don't pee in their pants.
Scout: Mom, they don't wear pants, but they do have butts!
Katie: Scout, please don't use garbage words like that.
Scout: Mom, it's not a garbage word. Butt is where their poop comes out.
Katie, stifling a laugh: I guess your right.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Monday, December 28, 2009
Linc Talk
"Let's play Mario games.....and you will win for me." -Lincoln handing me the DS while I'm working. (How can I resist that?!)
"Daddy, I'm going to talk to you forever." -Lincoln at 7:30am every morning when he calls his dad at work to say "Good morning".
"Come home early, okay?"- Lincoln at the end of every phone conversation with his dad while he's at work.
"Daddy, I'm going to talk to you forever." -Lincoln at 7:30am every morning when he calls his dad at work to say "Good morning".
"Come home early, okay?"- Lincoln at the end of every phone conversation with his dad while he's at work.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Sometimes I Get Inspired (or suckered)
You know when you are done Christmas shopping, and then you fall into the trap? Does this happen to anyone else? Before Christmas I went to return a toy that we decided not to give and I foolishly wandered around the store before leaving. Aaah! I'm ashamed to say that toy stores (especially the cute little ones) get me sometimes. So, this time it was an art easel. Dave has been telling for over a year now that he thinks that the kids would like one, but I didn't think they were ready yet. But there it was in all it's cheap, plastic glory and it was on SALE for today only! I mean, what luck! ;) I brought it home, ducking my head in shame as I revealed to Dave of my implulse purchases that I was so dead set against falling victim to. He just smiled and was truthfully excited. The easel wasn't the smash hit on Christmas morning that I hoped it would be. Mixed in among the other gifts from family members it stayed off to the side, mainly because I forgot to buy markers and chalk for it. Now that we have the right stuff the kids seem more interested. Already they've marked up their clothes and my living room chair. (Anyone know how to get dry eraser out of upholstery? Already tried magic eraser, rubbing alcohol, carpet and unholstery cleaner.)
My real point here is that Lincoln loves to learn, but it's on his own terms. (Like most children, I know.) While he loves to do homework, he gets tired and bored and hungry easily while we do it. And we only spend about five minutes doing homework. All morning long and after church today he's been asking me how to spell things and then writing them on the board. It may not seem amazing, but his genuine interest level is very exciting to me. He told me he's pretending that he is the teacher. He's asking questions! He's trying to sound out words! He's writing words! Watching children grow and learn is so interesting. Sometimes it's frustrating and it just makes me want to cry, but sometimes it's fun and I just want to laugh. Today, was a fun day and I was just happy that he wanted to learn.
Was I suckered? Sure. Do I regret it? Not today. =)
Thursday, December 24, 2009
A Very Merry Early Christmas
Santa comes early to firefighter's houses, but only when they have to work on Christmas day. Our family woke up to Christmas morning today, and I have to say that it is a lot fun to celebrate a day early. I'm still not exactly sure why.
We started a cute new tradition that Lincoln heard about and begged to do. The kids followed a piece of yarn all over the house until they found their Christmas pajamas. After a surprise email video from Santa last night (so cute), my kids were intent on living up to Santa's expectations of them. That quickly flew out the window as excitement and tiredness creeped upon them. This resulted in a now regrettable choice to make a phone call to Santa. Lincoln was pretty convinced that Santa was just finishing loading up his sleigh and jumping in to head over to our house. Even then, it was still a half an hour before those eyes of his finally shut for the night!
Christmas morning started when Summit scratched on the door to be let out at 7:00am! My kids were gratefully still asleep, but not after they heard him. Let the games begin! We went down to see what Santa had left in our stockings. Scout's favorite stuffer was the new lip gloss(which since then has been put on every person we know). Linc's favorite stuffer was the DS that was in Daddy's stocking. Note: Daddy's stocking. This was a family gift, but judging from the 4 hours he spent on it today, he thinks it's his.
The opening of presents was the usual fun and craziness. Oddly enough, Scout who usually takes her time and enjoys each thing, was tearing open paper and wildly moving on to the next one. Only halfway through did we notice the Christmas potty dance going on. After that was taken care of, things were a lot more relaxed. Her favorite gift was a plush toy dalmation dog from 101 Dalmations named "Penny". It doesn't matter how I try, that girl LOVES stuffed animal puppy dogs.
Lincoln was very excited, but surprisingly relaxed about opening his presents. He was polite and grateful. All this was unexpected and much appreciated. His favorite gifts were the Bakugan and Transformers.
They adore their gifts from our family members. The gigantic horse is daunting, but Scout loves it and from the kitchen I constantly hear the neighing sound. One of my favorites to watch is the Optimus Prime Voice Changing Mask. Summit had to learn quickly to get used to it, since it is a favorite of everyone. I loved hearing Eliah sing "Jingle Bells" while wearing it and riding the huge horse. See below for the blackmail picture. The Playmobile airplane is currently boarding all transformers and police officers and is a definite hit. The sweatshirts pretty much sum up the current interest of our children right now. I'm sure I will have to pry them off of them when they go to sleep. Thanks G&G Chase and Cami and Lando and Melissa and Steve! And look for future posts of pics and vids taken by the kids on their new cameras. Those things are amazing and super cool! The kids love them. Thanks Grandpa Walter and Bonnie!
We had, as Dave put it, "One of the best Christmases in my memory". It was relaxing and we ate really good food. Loved breakfast, loved dinner. Mmmm...yummy new recipe. And best of all, I'm not stressing over anything tonight.
We are so grateful that we could celebrate together. We cherish the reason that we celebrate. As we try and teach our kids the reason for the season, we obviously focus on the Savior. We are grateful that we know that we are celebrating Christ's birth and the joyous beginning of his life. We hope that each of you have a wonderful Christmas!
We started a cute new tradition that Lincoln heard about and begged to do. The kids followed a piece of yarn all over the house until they found their Christmas pajamas. After a surprise email video from Santa last night (so cute), my kids were intent on living up to Santa's expectations of them. That quickly flew out the window as excitement and tiredness creeped upon them. This resulted in a now regrettable choice to make a phone call to Santa. Lincoln was pretty convinced that Santa was just finishing loading up his sleigh and jumping in to head over to our house. Even then, it was still a half an hour before those eyes of his finally shut for the night!
Christmas morning started when Summit scratched on the door to be let out at 7:00am! My kids were gratefully still asleep, but not after they heard him. Let the games begin! We went down to see what Santa had left in our stockings. Scout's favorite stuffer was the new lip gloss(which since then has been put on every person we know). Linc's favorite stuffer was the DS that was in Daddy's stocking. Note: Daddy's stocking. This was a family gift, but judging from the 4 hours he spent on it today, he thinks it's his.
The opening of presents was the usual fun and craziness. Oddly enough, Scout who usually takes her time and enjoys each thing, was tearing open paper and wildly moving on to the next one. Only halfway through did we notice the Christmas potty dance going on. After that was taken care of, things were a lot more relaxed. Her favorite gift was a plush toy dalmation dog from 101 Dalmations named "Penny". It doesn't matter how I try, that girl LOVES stuffed animal puppy dogs.
Lincoln was very excited, but surprisingly relaxed about opening his presents. He was polite and grateful. All this was unexpected and much appreciated. His favorite gifts were the Bakugan and Transformers.
They adore their gifts from our family members. The gigantic horse is daunting, but Scout loves it and from the kitchen I constantly hear the neighing sound. One of my favorites to watch is the Optimus Prime Voice Changing Mask. Summit had to learn quickly to get used to it, since it is a favorite of everyone. I loved hearing Eliah sing "Jingle Bells" while wearing it and riding the huge horse. See below for the blackmail picture. The Playmobile airplane is currently boarding all transformers and police officers and is a definite hit. The sweatshirts pretty much sum up the current interest of our children right now. I'm sure I will have to pry them off of them when they go to sleep. Thanks G&G Chase and Cami and Lando and Melissa and Steve! And look for future posts of pics and vids taken by the kids on their new cameras. Those things are amazing and super cool! The kids love them. Thanks Grandpa Walter and Bonnie!
We had, as Dave put it, "One of the best Christmases in my memory". It was relaxing and we ate really good food. Loved breakfast, loved dinner. Mmmm...yummy new recipe. And best of all, I'm not stressing over anything tonight.
We are so grateful that we could celebrate together. We cherish the reason that we celebrate. As we try and teach our kids the reason for the season, we obviously focus on the Savior. We are grateful that we know that we are celebrating Christ's birth and the joyous beginning of his life. We hope that each of you have a wonderful Christmas!
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Pre-Christmas Fun
The city invites Santa to visit every year for a few days at the local theater. We happened to go at the perfect time when no one else was there. So Santa was able to take lots of time with the kids, playing and talking about reindeer.
Unfortunately, I was having technical difficulties with the camera at Scout's music preschool program. It was darling. Her teacher is amazing and makes sure that each child feels very special in the program. They sang about eight songs and were just adorable. It wasn't until the very last song that some kids discovered a bug on the floor and Scout couldn't stop yelling, "There's a bug, there's a bug!" in the middle of the song. A little boy came to the rescue and promptly stepped on the bug as the kids sang the final note.
Scout's dance recital was crazy, and we weren't quite sure she was going to make it up on stage until Aunt Cami arrived. Sometimes being the cool aunt works really well for mommy too. Prior to her arrival, Scout had declared that she wanted to wear what the big girls in the recital were wearing and refused to get dressed. Once she was up there though, she realized that performing was quite fun. She had a great time and looked very cute.
Every Christmas, Lincoln's primary teacher has their class do the Nativity for the rest of the primary. I was a little nervous knowing that there are only four boys in the class and all of them are just a tad on the wild side. His teacher substituted with older kids and they must of had the most calming influence over the little boys. Lincoln did his part and sat quietly the whole time! Below: During the first performance he played a shepherd and then next he played Joseph. (Mary is quite a bit older. Oddly enough, I think that helped!)
Unfortunately, I was having technical difficulties with the camera at Scout's music preschool program. It was darling. Her teacher is amazing and makes sure that each child feels very special in the program. They sang about eight songs and were just adorable. It wasn't until the very last song that some kids discovered a bug on the floor and Scout couldn't stop yelling, "There's a bug, there's a bug!" in the middle of the song. A little boy came to the rescue and promptly stepped on the bug as the kids sang the final note.
Scout's dance recital was crazy, and we weren't quite sure she was going to make it up on stage until Aunt Cami arrived. Sometimes being the cool aunt works really well for mommy too. Prior to her arrival, Scout had declared that she wanted to wear what the big girls in the recital were wearing and refused to get dressed. Once she was up there though, she realized that performing was quite fun. She had a great time and looked very cute.
Every Christmas, Lincoln's primary teacher has their class do the Nativity for the rest of the primary. I was a little nervous knowing that there are only four boys in the class and all of them are just a tad on the wild side. His teacher substituted with older kids and they must of had the most calming influence over the little boys. Lincoln did his part and sat quietly the whole time! Below: During the first performance he played a shepherd and then next he played Joseph. (Mary is quite a bit older. Oddly enough, I think that helped!)
The Lights at Temple Square
Our family and Tami, Ana, Steve, and Debbie went together to see the Salt Lake temple lights a few nights ago. Our family took the "train" (Trax) to Gateway where we all met for dinner and then headed over to Temple Square. We've avoided going there with the kids for the last two years because it is just so cold. Thankfully, that night it was bearable. We enjoyed the nativity, the lights, and the reverence that comes with being there. Later, we enjoyed some hot chocolate and my personal favorite, hot caramel apple cider, before jumping on Trax again to finish off the night.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
A Lot of Snow!
Lincoln hanging out in what he affectionately calls his "secret snow fort-out".
Oddly enough, Linc likes to use his ski helmet to go head first around our yard like a snow plow. Most of the time I look out the window to find him butting his ahead over and over again in the snow. ....Interesting.....
Alexis came to play and remembered why we are so fun to hang out with. She and the kids played for over two hours out in the freezing cold. We loved having her come to play! Linc is sporting his new mask for skiing. He thinks he looks like Darth Vader.
Going down the slide they made all by themselves.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Part What?
Scout told Aunt Debbie the breed of our dog today:
"Part Pluto and part something else. You need to ask my mom."
It's amazing what kids hear. Summit is part "poodle" and golden retriever. I think I may just start calling him a GoldenPluto now. It sounds more interesting.
"Part Pluto and part something else. You need to ask my mom."
It's amazing what kids hear. Summit is part "poodle" and golden retriever. I think I may just start calling him a GoldenPluto now. It sounds more interesting.
Tattletale
Primary Sharing Time
December 13, 2009
Teacher: "...and children, that is why we don't color on the program during the Sacrament."
Lincoln (not raising his hand and yelling): "My daddy does!"
Teacher: "Well, that's okay to color on the program. But I'm sure he doesn't do it while the Sacrament is being passed..
Lincoln: "Yes he does!"
Teacher: "Oh...well, we will just have to talk to your dad about that, won't we."
Lincoln: "Yeah, you should. His name is Dave."
December 13, 2009
Teacher: "...and children, that is why we don't color on the program during the Sacrament."
Lincoln (not raising his hand and yelling): "My daddy does!"
Teacher: "Well, that's okay to color on the program. But I'm sure he doesn't do it while the Sacrament is being passed..
Lincoln: "Yes he does!"
Teacher: "Oh...well, we will just have to talk to your dad about that, won't we."
Lincoln: "Yeah, you should. His name is Dave."
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Not so much a good day...
This is for Lora, who said that people only blog about the good and perfect stuff. Although, I don't really believe in using a blog as a total venting session either. But, a girl's got to break the rules sometimes.
So, I had one of those days. You know the ones I'm talking about? The ones where you wake up knowing that chill in the air might not just be the zero degrees it reads on the thermometer. Here's a rundown:
8am-Forgot we were out of milk. Made the kids have dry cereal and carmel popcorn from last night's work party. (Yes, don't judge me!)
9am-Working on a Christmas project and Picasa went wacko on me. Still haven't resolved that issue.
11am-Still haven't showered.
Noon-Tami helps me with a project issue as I make PB&Js for the kids lunch. I keep reminding them to eat their carrots. I then inhaled a nutritious Nutella sandwich for myself. (Okay, you can start judging now.)
12:41pm-Started my typical route for this time on a Wednesday and took the shortcut (affectionately known as the bumpy road) to Linc's school. In all the blissful sunny (albeit freezing weather) I forgot it was now winter and that the bumpy road wasn't the best choice seeing as it isn't paved.
12:42pm-Realized it was definitely not a good choice as I opened my car door and watched as my wheels spun in place....stuck.
12:44pm-Called Tami to come take Linc to school. I love you!
1-2:30pm-Went and got my shovel and some cardboard to try and get myself unstuck. (Remember I'm only about 200 or so yards from my front lawn.) My brother just happened to be coming by, so he helped try and move me. Thanks buddy, but that only got us about 15 feet. More stuck now. Tow company pretty much told me over the phone that they would rip me off, so I had to find another way. Where is a husband and his truck when you need him?! Made Dave call a fellow firefighter/friend that wasn't on shift and well can I just say that I love trucks! Mr. Hood pulled me out of there like Summit pulling Scout while she holds his leash. It was great! He then proceeded to call Dave and tell him that he needed to buy me a four-wheel drive vehicle. Me likey Mr. Hood.
2:45pm Tried to remember what I was supposed to be doing today (working, cleaning,playing with the kids, general merriment, etc.)
3pm-Realize there is only a half an hour before I have to pick up Linc and I still haven't showered.
5:30pm-Rushing out the door for the last half hour I make my way to my bank in the next city 10 minutes away so I can deposit a check.
5:45pm-Realize I forgot my purse. Scout is crying because she is "so hungry". Linc just wants to visit his friend, and I just need some cash to pay back said friend's mom. (The only goal of going to this faraway city.)
6:00pm -Scout falls asleep on the way back to get my purse. This is NEVER a good thing. Scout taking any sort of nap after 11am means she is up until midnight. I desperately try to wake her up. (Does anyone else do this?) Nothing works.
6:10- Finally get to the bank, and to said friend's home (you know who you are). Scout screams for 20 minutes until sweet Michelle gives her a plateful of cheese. This only makes her stop screaming, but the glares continue throughout the night.
7:00- Missed being on time to Ana's Christmas performance. Broke Lincoln's heart. Finally get home and Scout is so excited to see the dog that she promplty pees all over my kitchen floor. (Yes, Scout...not the dog.) As I'm cleaning it up, I see the dog chewing on the milk carton cap.
If you've actually read this cathardic post all the way through, that's amazing. I was pretty much writing it for myself. Unfortunately, the in between times were full of nothing amazing and very little done. The night didn't really get any better and I can still hear Scout in her room singing to herself right now.
Woah is me, for my blessed little life was turned upside-down today. Can I really complain?.....
Lincoln was pretty much an angel today. Maybe it was worth it after all. Still haven't showered. Please definitely judge me now.
So, I had one of those days. You know the ones I'm talking about? The ones where you wake up knowing that chill in the air might not just be the zero degrees it reads on the thermometer. Here's a rundown:
8am-Forgot we were out of milk. Made the kids have dry cereal and carmel popcorn from last night's work party. (Yes, don't judge me!)
9am-Working on a Christmas project and Picasa went wacko on me. Still haven't resolved that issue.
11am-Still haven't showered.
Noon-Tami helps me with a project issue as I make PB&Js for the kids lunch. I keep reminding them to eat their carrots. I then inhaled a nutritious Nutella sandwich for myself. (Okay, you can start judging now.)
12:41pm-Started my typical route for this time on a Wednesday and took the shortcut (affectionately known as the bumpy road) to Linc's school. In all the blissful sunny (albeit freezing weather) I forgot it was now winter and that the bumpy road wasn't the best choice seeing as it isn't paved.
12:42pm-Realized it was definitely not a good choice as I opened my car door and watched as my wheels spun in place....stuck.
12:44pm-Called Tami to come take Linc to school. I love you!
1-2:30pm-Went and got my shovel and some cardboard to try and get myself unstuck. (Remember I'm only about 200 or so yards from my front lawn.) My brother just happened to be coming by, so he helped try and move me. Thanks buddy, but that only got us about 15 feet. More stuck now. Tow company pretty much told me over the phone that they would rip me off, so I had to find another way. Where is a husband and his truck when you need him?! Made Dave call a fellow firefighter/friend that wasn't on shift and well can I just say that I love trucks! Mr. Hood pulled me out of there like Summit pulling Scout while she holds his leash. It was great! He then proceeded to call Dave and tell him that he needed to buy me a four-wheel drive vehicle. Me likey Mr. Hood.
2:45pm Tried to remember what I was supposed to be doing today (working, cleaning,playing with the kids, general merriment, etc.)
3pm-Realize there is only a half an hour before I have to pick up Linc and I still haven't showered.
5:30pm-Rushing out the door for the last half hour I make my way to my bank in the next city 10 minutes away so I can deposit a check.
5:45pm-Realize I forgot my purse. Scout is crying because she is "so hungry". Linc just wants to visit his friend, and I just need some cash to pay back said friend's mom. (The only goal of going to this faraway city.)
6:00pm -Scout falls asleep on the way back to get my purse. This is NEVER a good thing. Scout taking any sort of nap after 11am means she is up until midnight. I desperately try to wake her up. (Does anyone else do this?) Nothing works.
6:10- Finally get to the bank, and to said friend's home (you know who you are). Scout screams for 20 minutes until sweet Michelle gives her a plateful of cheese. This only makes her stop screaming, but the glares continue throughout the night.
7:00- Missed being on time to Ana's Christmas performance. Broke Lincoln's heart. Finally get home and Scout is so excited to see the dog that she promplty pees all over my kitchen floor. (Yes, Scout...not the dog.) As I'm cleaning it up, I see the dog chewing on the milk carton cap.
If you've actually read this cathardic post all the way through, that's amazing. I was pretty much writing it for myself. Unfortunately, the in between times were full of nothing amazing and very little done. The night didn't really get any better and I can still hear Scout in her room singing to herself right now.
Woah is me, for my blessed little life was turned upside-down today. Can I really complain?.....
Lincoln was pretty much an angel today. Maybe it was worth it after all. Still haven't showered. Please definitely judge me now.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Summit Joins the Family
Introducing the newest member of the family.... our dog Summit. We surprised the kids with him today. He is a Goldendoodle (Golden Retriever and Poodle) and we all adore him. Scout is disappointed because he already outweighs her at 9 weeks old. But that doesn't stop her from trying to pick him up! Lincoln is our resident bossy owner. He is determined that Summit do what he's told and stay where he is supposed to stay. It's going to be an exciting and long ride, I'm sure. You'd think that someone who grew up with dogs wouldn't be so scared to have one again, but I'm so nervous! No joke....Puppies for Dummies is my new favorite book!
By the way.....anyone miss me while I took a hiatus from blogging? I think I'm making a comeback. Move over Britney Spears!
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Best Bishop Ever
There are a lot of things I will miss about my neighborhood and my ward. But can I say that we have the best Bishop ever! Dave arranged for the young men to get to see the police dogs and they all tried on the bite suit and had the dog chase them. The Bishop got in at the last minute and trumped everyone's moment. Now where are you going to find an unpaid clergyman to do this for his young church members? (Although, I do think that he would have done it regardless. :) Thanks for the laughs! Hope that you don't mind that I shared the video. It was too great not to let the world see it for themselves.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Zumbalicious
I was lucky enough to take a Zumba class with some of my girlfriends from my neighborhood. Zumba is a kind of a Latin-inspired dance/aerobic class. None of us knew what we were getting ourselves into and we all ended up loving it! I'm going to get evil eyes from the girls for posting this, but it can't be helped. I look the worst of all of them, so I don't feel bad.
Allison,Amy,our instructor Jeannie,Michelle, and Me
The girls thought I was getting ready to take a picture and I was actually filming. Here they are showing off some of their moves.
Our instructor and our class were recently featured in the local paper and online. Check it out for some fun times and a good laugh. Many of you may recognize the girls front and center in the pictures. Aren't they hot chicas! If you haven't tried Zumba at your local gym or community center, try it! It's a lot of fun. Even more fun if you have some girls to be crazy and silly with.
Allison,Amy,our instructor Jeannie,Michelle, and Me
The girls thought I was getting ready to take a picture and I was actually filming. Here they are showing off some of their moves.
Our instructor and our class were recently featured in the local paper and online. Check it out for some fun times and a good laugh. Many of you may recognize the girls front and center in the pictures. Aren't they hot chicas! If you haven't tried Zumba at your local gym or community center, try it! It's a lot of fun. Even more fun if you have some girls to be crazy and silly with.
Back in Time
I realized that I didn't take too many pictures over the last four months. Here's a sampling of what I do have. I think a couple of you out there may have some pics of when our kids were together. Email them to me if you have any. (Hint,hint Whitney!)
The kids had to start off the year with matching shirts just like Daddy's. Did I mention that they are both obsessed with their father?!
I looked out my bedroom window into the backyard one day in early March, and found this moment. It was a warm 37 degrees that afternoon and the kids just couldn't resist enjoying the warm weather. ;) They built this snowman all by themselves.
Ana and Lincoln enjoying steamed milks at a local coffee shop. We looked everywhere for a great pie place for our annual "Pie Day" and ended up here before finding a sub-par pie later on. The kids took to the atmosphere and made themselves right at home.
My kids going to their first zoobie basketball game. Our resident BYZoo fanatics showed us the ropes and introduced the kids to Cosmo. Tyse, Emitt and Ollie were nice enough to share their roomy car with us.
Their favorite part of the game was getting to run around the bleachers through the whole game.
One of my favorite winter activities included hours of clean up work. We decided to paint Lincoln's bedroom a more normal light blue color after a couple of years of his Superman blue. It doesn't look like a nice color in these pictures, but it is actually a very nice shade of light blue. Dave covered the floor in plastic and let the kids help him paint. Only one little drop on the carpet, but days of peeling paint off of their bodies. Absolutely priceless!
If Lincoln isn't naked, you may see him running around the neighborhood in an outfit like this.
They still love to take crazy baths together. They rarely sit down in the bath and are normally jumping up and down being silly together. We pray every time they get clean that it doesn't result in a trip to the hospital.
The kids had to start off the year with matching shirts just like Daddy's. Did I mention that they are both obsessed with their father?!
I looked out my bedroom window into the backyard one day in early March, and found this moment. It was a warm 37 degrees that afternoon and the kids just couldn't resist enjoying the warm weather. ;) They built this snowman all by themselves.
Ana and Lincoln enjoying steamed milks at a local coffee shop. We looked everywhere for a great pie place for our annual "Pie Day" and ended up here before finding a sub-par pie later on. The kids took to the atmosphere and made themselves right at home.
My kids going to their first zoobie basketball game. Our resident BYZoo fanatics showed us the ropes and introduced the kids to Cosmo. Tyse, Emitt and Ollie were nice enough to share their roomy car with us.
Their favorite part of the game was getting to run around the bleachers through the whole game.
One of my favorite winter activities included hours of clean up work. We decided to paint Lincoln's bedroom a more normal light blue color after a couple of years of his Superman blue. It doesn't look like a nice color in these pictures, but it is actually a very nice shade of light blue. Dave covered the floor in plastic and let the kids help him paint. Only one little drop on the carpet, but days of peeling paint off of their bodies. Absolutely priceless!
If Lincoln isn't naked, you may see him running around the neighborhood in an outfit like this.
They still love to take crazy baths together. They rarely sit down in the bath and are normally jumping up and down being silly together. We pray every time they get clean that it doesn't result in a trip to the hospital.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
From the Mouthes of Babes...
Well, I've fixed my USB problem and now I just have to find my camera! I just can't seem to get on the ball. Someday I will post pictures again.
In the mean time, I had to share a funny moment.
On Easter morning after some Easter fun, I sat down with the kids and reminded them of the story of Jesus and the Resurrection. Like most anything I teach them, it was short, concise, and to the point. I was fairly certain that neither of them got anything out of it since they were both eating candy at the time.
Well, later we went to my sister's house for dessert. Lincoln, in typical fashion, bolted out of the car as soon as we pulled in the driveway and ran inside the house. I made my way in a few moments later and my sister was just sitting in her front room laughing.
She told me that Lincoln had charged in the front door, and she said "Happy Easter Lincoln", and he yelled (while running past her), "Jesus is Alive!".
I guess something got through to him!
In the mean time, I had to share a funny moment.
On Easter morning after some Easter fun, I sat down with the kids and reminded them of the story of Jesus and the Resurrection. Like most anything I teach them, it was short, concise, and to the point. I was fairly certain that neither of them got anything out of it since they were both eating candy at the time.
Well, later we went to my sister's house for dessert. Lincoln, in typical fashion, bolted out of the car as soon as we pulled in the driveway and ran inside the house. I made my way in a few moments later and my sister was just sitting in her front room laughing.
She told me that Lincoln had charged in the front door, and she said "Happy Easter Lincoln", and he yelled (while running past her), "Jesus is Alive!".
I guess something got through to him!
Thursday, March 26, 2009
I've started my food storage...
Yes, I admit a lot of things on my blog. And one of them now will be that I am not the most prepared when it comes to food storage, but I am working on it.
What better food storage than a garden? That always helps. Well, my kids decided to help me with that. While I was working (of course), I heard the kids playing nicely with each other and for some reason didn't clue in again. When I yelled back at them and asked them what they were doing in their rooms, they said they were planting a garden. Okay, whatever.
A few minutes later I went to check on them and found that they indeed had planted a food garden...of froot loops. Now, there's a whole story about why we even have froot loops, but we won't go there. Anyway, there were froot loops scattered sporadically throughout both of their bedrooms. And then I noticed, they were wet. Yes, they had watered their garden and they were so proud of themselves. Little fruity colored stains all over my carpet. Fun to get up out of the carpet. It was almost too cute because they really thought that they would grow froot loop trees right there in their rooms. Aah, a child can only dream, right?
What better food storage than a garden? That always helps. Well, my kids decided to help me with that. While I was working (of course), I heard the kids playing nicely with each other and for some reason didn't clue in again. When I yelled back at them and asked them what they were doing in their rooms, they said they were planting a garden. Okay, whatever.
A few minutes later I went to check on them and found that they indeed had planted a food garden...of froot loops. Now, there's a whole story about why we even have froot loops, but we won't go there. Anyway, there were froot loops scattered sporadically throughout both of their bedrooms. And then I noticed, they were wet. Yes, they had watered their garden and they were so proud of themselves. Little fruity colored stains all over my carpet. Fun to get up out of the carpet. It was almost too cute because they really thought that they would grow froot loop trees right there in their rooms. Aah, a child can only dream, right?
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Patient Scout
Scout had been experiencing some pain in her ears off and on for about a week, but it was hard to tell if anything was really wrong. She slept great, and only complained about her ears once in a while. The good mom that I am, I waited probably way too long to go take her to the doctor, just hoping that it would clear up.
She was so excited to go to the doctor since she really never goes. She told all her friends that she was going to get a sticker at the doctor's office and would bat her eyes and frown when we asked if her ears hurt. She insisted upon reclining on the bed even though she didn't have to and laid so still as he examined her. At one point, when he was pushing on her tummy she said, "My tummy doesn't hurt, it's my ears." She told him. He promptly moved on. Once he confirmed it was indeed a pretty severe ear infection (another great mom moment), we went and got a sticker, and she was happy. As we walked out the wind hit her ears and she grabbed them and said, "The doctor forgot to take my owie out!" Poor thing thought it was something stuck in her ear.
About an hour later we met Steve and Debbie at the park. Steve questioned Scout about her visit as she ate her dinner.
Steve: "Scout, what did the doctor say?"
Scout: "Doctor said, no more jumping on the bed!"
Well, to us it was quite hilarious. Reading it doesn't seem quite as funny now. It's fun to listen to Scout and her little voice.
She was so excited to go to the doctor since she really never goes. She told all her friends that she was going to get a sticker at the doctor's office and would bat her eyes and frown when we asked if her ears hurt. She insisted upon reclining on the bed even though she didn't have to and laid so still as he examined her. At one point, when he was pushing on her tummy she said, "My tummy doesn't hurt, it's my ears." She told him. He promptly moved on. Once he confirmed it was indeed a pretty severe ear infection (another great mom moment), we went and got a sticker, and she was happy. As we walked out the wind hit her ears and she grabbed them and said, "The doctor forgot to take my owie out!" Poor thing thought it was something stuck in her ear.
About an hour later we met Steve and Debbie at the park. Steve questioned Scout about her visit as she ate her dinner.
Steve: "Scout, what did the doctor say?"
Scout: "Doctor said, no more jumping on the bed!"
Well, to us it was quite hilarious. Reading it doesn't seem quite as funny now. It's fun to listen to Scout and her little voice.
Friday, March 13, 2009
The time my heart almost stopped...
Most of the destructive things that happen in my house are while I'm either on the computer or in the bathroom. Licking sugar off the floor, taking bikes apart, and a great many other things that I'm sure I've blogged about. Most all of them have either made me angry, grimace in disgust, or just laugh out of sheer misery.
On Tuesday though, it was a bit different. I'm still not quite sure why. I had been working and trying frantically to get quite a few things done for Dave's gym, my work, and for a church activity. I admit, my parenting skills were severely lacking that day. I was on the computer when I heard the familiar sound of velcro being pulled at. That is the sound of my couch being made into a "fort". Anyone that has heard me complain knows that I hate it when my kids make forts out of my cushions. They are just too big, and it is just a mess. I chose to ignore the sound because I thought to myself, "I'll be done in just a few minutes and I will deal with it then."
A few minutes later I descended down the stairs. I made it about halfway when I saw Scout and Lincoln sitting on a cushion that was on the floor with scissors in hand. The foam and batting of the cushion was visible and the batting was strewn about the floor. I immediately jumped to the worst possible conclusion and from my body came a sound that I didn't know existed. Some sort of moan and feverish yell all at once. Whatever it was, it scared the living daylights out of my kids, who had not seen me yet. They jumped up crying and running every which way.
I got to the cushion and found that thankfully it had only been the batting, and they had unzipped the upholstery (which I thought they had slashed), and didn't touch the foam yet. Is it normal to have terror run through my mind just because of a couch? I mean, I love my couch, but come on! Maybe this story only makes sense to someone that has experienced something like that before. Either way, it was cathartic to write this story down. I was quite upset. And for those of you waiting for me to find my USB cord, you got one of my "Katie stories" instead. Thanks for listening to a poor mom whine.
On Tuesday though, it was a bit different. I'm still not quite sure why. I had been working and trying frantically to get quite a few things done for Dave's gym, my work, and for a church activity. I admit, my parenting skills were severely lacking that day. I was on the computer when I heard the familiar sound of velcro being pulled at. That is the sound of my couch being made into a "fort". Anyone that has heard me complain knows that I hate it when my kids make forts out of my cushions. They are just too big, and it is just a mess. I chose to ignore the sound because I thought to myself, "I'll be done in just a few minutes and I will deal with it then."
A few minutes later I descended down the stairs. I made it about halfway when I saw Scout and Lincoln sitting on a cushion that was on the floor with scissors in hand. The foam and batting of the cushion was visible and the batting was strewn about the floor. I immediately jumped to the worst possible conclusion and from my body came a sound that I didn't know existed. Some sort of moan and feverish yell all at once. Whatever it was, it scared the living daylights out of my kids, who had not seen me yet. They jumped up crying and running every which way.
I got to the cushion and found that thankfully it had only been the batting, and they had unzipped the upholstery (which I thought they had slashed), and didn't touch the foam yet. Is it normal to have terror run through my mind just because of a couch? I mean, I love my couch, but come on! Maybe this story only makes sense to someone that has experienced something like that before. Either way, it was cathartic to write this story down. I was quite upset. And for those of you waiting for me to find my USB cord, you got one of my "Katie stories" instead. Thanks for listening to a poor mom whine.
My name is SCOUT!
Scout just recently learned how to say her name more clearly; emphasizing the "Sc" part of it. A hard to thing to master apparently. She is very protective of her name, and her brother is well, quite determined to bug her most anyway he can. Currently, Lincoln is adding "poo" onto everyone's name and pretty much every word that comes out of his mouth. While I continually grimace each time it happens, or chastise him and the like, it still happens. So, now I try to ignore it. Either way, I'm sure I'm reacting incorrectly. So, while Lincoln continually calls her Scouty-poo and poo-bum Scout, she obviously reacts harshly. The other day when I said "Good morning sweetheart," she scowled at me with her famous Scout-scowl and screamed at me, "MY NAME IS SCOUT! MY NAME IS SCOUT! MY NAME IS SCOUT!". It took everything I had not to laugh hysterically, but I did laugh. That didn't go over well either.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Some "isms"
Recent Lincolnism:
While squinting up into the sun, Lincoln released about his fourth sneeze within a few minutes. Exasperated, he complained to me, "I keep bless-you-ing when I look at the sun!" Apparently we don't say "sneezing" a lot at our house.
Recent Scoutism:
Scout loves beautiful things and especially loves putting "my" in front of everything she says. She almost always refers to the color purple as, "my purple" and so on. The other morning when I poured her bowl of cheerios she asked me if they were her beautiful ones. Smiling, I said yes. She batted her eyes and held her hands to her chest and said, "Oh, I love my beautiful cheerios!" She's a littlle on the dramatic side sometimes.
While squinting up into the sun, Lincoln released about his fourth sneeze within a few minutes. Exasperated, he complained to me, "I keep bless-you-ing when I look at the sun!" Apparently we don't say "sneezing" a lot at our house.
Recent Scoutism:
Scout loves beautiful things and especially loves putting "my" in front of everything she says. She almost always refers to the color purple as, "my purple" and so on. The other morning when I poured her bowl of cheerios she asked me if they were her beautiful ones. Smiling, I said yes. She batted her eyes and held her hands to her chest and said, "Oh, I love my beautiful cheerios!" She's a littlle on the dramatic side sometimes.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Still can't find the cord...
But I remembered another Lincoln story from last night. We recently started a incentive program for his good deeds and not so good ones. (Thanks for the idea Beka!) He's desperately being trying to save his marbles to get to the first line in the mason jar. It takes 30 marbles to get to that one and he is, well, still learning. Sometimes all of the marbles have had to come out, and sometimes he goes a whole hour without losing one. =) Anyway, his first line means he gets to choose a Redbox movie. He saw a commercial for what I think is called "Space Dogs" and his mouth dropped open. He said, "Mom, that's the movie I want for my marbles...because those dogs will talk to me when I bring them home."
Sunday, February 8, 2009
I can't find my USB cord!
So, I finally made it to the computer to blog and I can't find my USB cord anywhere. So, instead I will share a couple Lincoln stories that recently made me laugh. I've been meaning to write them down, so now you get to enjoy them too.
-We were watching a commercial for some cold medicine or something where a woman was walking down the street with a very large stuffed bear head in place of her own head. Once she took the cold medicine her head shrunk down to her own head and it's normal size. I saw Linc's eyes get huge and he looked at me and said, "Woah mom, that scared my crap out." I'm ashamed to say that I'm pretty sure he got that from me...although, I say, "That scared the crap out of me." It was one of those moments when you wish you didn't say some things in front of your kids. It did make me laugh out loud though, and now unfortunately, he says it when he wants to be funny. (If you haven't seen the commercial, this probably sounds really weird.)
-Just the other day he was getting dressed in the morning and I told him to go get his underwear on. Anyone that knows my kids knows that they have a fondness for nakeyness. He was holding a DVD at the time and looked at the letters and said, "J-U-N-G-L-E-B-O-O-K spells I don't have to put on my underwear". How can you not love that?
-We were watching a commercial for some cold medicine or something where a woman was walking down the street with a very large stuffed bear head in place of her own head. Once she took the cold medicine her head shrunk down to her own head and it's normal size. I saw Linc's eyes get huge and he looked at me and said, "Woah mom, that scared my crap out." I'm ashamed to say that I'm pretty sure he got that from me...although, I say, "That scared the crap out of me." It was one of those moments when you wish you didn't say some things in front of your kids. It did make me laugh out loud though, and now unfortunately, he says it when he wants to be funny. (If you haven't seen the commercial, this probably sounds really weird.)
-Just the other day he was getting dressed in the morning and I told him to go get his underwear on. Anyone that knows my kids knows that they have a fondness for nakeyness. He was holding a DVD at the time and looked at the letters and said, "J-U-N-G-L-E-B-O-O-K spells I don't have to put on my underwear". How can you not love that?
Friday, January 2, 2009
Future Ski Bum
Lincoln started learning how to ski a couple of days ago. He's been watching "his mountain" from our front yard for several months, waiting for the ski season to begin. On New Years Eve day the weather was perfect for a first timer. Dave said that he loved it, but really loved just playing in the snow too. The first day Dave just took him on the tow rope, but Lincoln was begging for "the chair" as he calls it. So, Dave, Lincoln, and Eliah all went up yesterday, windy conditions and all. I went up and snapped some pictures. I can't believe how many little skiers there are up there. It is an adorable site to watch.
The studly boys.
Dave bought a harness with the intent to help Lincoln learn to ski down. It turns out it just helps him keep Lincoln from skiing down the mountain by himself. Our little daredevil.
The studly boys.
Dave bought a harness with the intent to help Lincoln learn to ski down. It turns out it just helps him keep Lincoln from skiing down the mountain by himself. Our little daredevil.
A New Year
We celebrated the New Year by doing a lot of hanging out with friends. Dinner with the Jensens was a blast even though we waited about a half an hour for our chips and salsa and my kids didn't eat. That was followed by pure mayhem and fireworks at the Chase's house and way too much eating and playing of games. Can life get better than a cheeseball at 11:45pm?! My stomach didn't agree! We stayed up until midnight without meaning to and paid for it the next day when our kids woke up early. Oh, to be old and no fun anymore. We started the next morning by hanging out again and doing what? Eating again!
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