Saturday, July 19, 2008

They're on to me...

Reese and Drue have figured out what my blog is all about and that I love to write about all the cute/silly stuff they say/do. I had to convince Reese that it was all in good fun. After she made Tate magically appear with the Superman trick and I stopped laughing I said, "I've got to go put that on my blog...".

To which she wailed, "Nooooo!". I think she thought that was a bad thing or something. Along the same lines as saying, "I'm going to tell Daddy what you did today...". I explained to her that it was, in fact, a good thing. What she had done was so cute that I wanted to share it with my friends and keep it as a memory forever. She relented. And ever since that conversation has been adding "Put that on your blog" after she says something that makes us laugh.

Well today's story is actually one that Drue wanted me to put on here. So here goes:

Last night while David was putting the girls to bed Drue pointed to his face and asked, "What's that called?".

Skeptically David asked, "What?".

Drue went on to say, "I know that is a beard, but I forget what that is called" aiming her little finger at his upper lip.

"That's called a mustache", he explained.

"Ohhhhh", Drue said, then pointing at her own little temple said, "I'm going to put that in my mind."

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

Now Why Didn't I Think of That...

As I've mentioned once (or a thousand) times before...when Tate is out of sight, it's usually not because he is being a productive and helpful member of society.

When he does disappear for a bit, we usually call to him, to make sure he hasn't left the premises altogether or that he didn't dive headfirst into the toilet. Sometimes he answers back innocently when we call...sometimes he doesn't answer at all and we split up to hunt him down. David has been starting to work with him to at least holler back to us so we know what general direction to go in.

Tonight while David was at work, Tate disappeared from the kitchen while the girls were finishing their supper. One of them was in the midst of a rather involved tale when I politely asked them to hold that thought, I just wanted to check on Buddy.

"TATE!" I hollered followed by a pause to listen for a barely audible response.


That little bundle of sweetness must not have heard his mommy beckon.

"T-A-T-E!!!!" I hollered louder, hardly believing it was possible to go up a decibel from my previous bellow.

Absolute eerie silence. No response whatsoever.

Reese opened her little mouth at that point and hollered out a simple, yet ingenious plea...


Of course.

Within seconds, the pitter patter of his little feet could be heard racing through the dining room and our superhero magically appeared in the kitchen ready to save the day!

So tomorrow when it's time for nap and he scrambles under the girls' bed believing he is invisible...I will calmly go to his room, sit on his bed and holler out that there's a mommy in distress.

Which, at that point, probably won't be far from the truth...

Friday, July 04, 2008

Thursday, July 03, 2008

Fun in the Sun

We were only about a week into summer when my "I will never buy another disgusting baby pool as long as I live" mentality from last year flew the coop. It is worth the $20 and energy dragging it out, filling it, draining it, then dragging it back out of the yard to keep my sanity. What else are we going to do with the little monkeys on hot Kansas days? What the heck...we even sprung for a slip n slide! Thankfully, a pristine lawn isn't big on our priority list. We figure we can have the nicest yard on the block once the kids are grown. For now, we just want to have fun in it and make memories.


Unexpected plunge

This is what ornery looks like
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Nothing Good Can Come of This


You are probably wondering a few things right about now:

(a) Why in the world did I snap a picture of this instead of trying to stop him?

(b) Should you contact Child Protective Services because you can count every one of Tate's ribs and are afraid we're not feeding him?

(c) How much damage was actually done?

Here are my answers:

(a) Sometimes I just like to catch real moments, not always the staged "Let's pretend we never fight with our siblings and smile pretty for the camera" moments.

(b) This child is already about to eat us out of house and home and he's not even a teenager yet! We are debating on taking a second mortgage out on the house just to feed him. He often sneaks into the pantry and shoves whatever food is closest into his mouth. I am thinking of putting liver and onions on the bottom shelf to teach him a lesson...

(c) In all honesty, no damage was done. Reese moved out of the way in the nick of time and he ended up just splashing the bat in the water. Rest assured.
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