Tate: Ladies Man
Drue: Trouble is Spelled B-R-O-T-H-E-R
Reese: I Get my Good Looks From my Dad
All very appropriate for them I thought...
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Silly New Duds
Tate: Ladies Man
Drue: Trouble is Spelled B-R-O-T-H-E-R
Reese: I Get my Good Looks From my Dad
All very appropriate for them I thought...
Monday, February 05, 2007
Birthday Wishes
Today is David's birthday! I dug through some pictures of him as a young lad and found these two cute ones. During a Bible Study my first semester at college, we were told to write out a list of traits/qualities we wanted to look for in our future spouse. David and I started dating during my second semester there and years later, when I stumbled across that list I made....he fit every single characteristic on my paper! (Maybe by the time our wedding anniversary rolls around this summer, I will have found the list again, and will post it).
8 1/2 years of marriage and 3 kids later, he's the love of my life and the man I want to spend the next 50 or 60 birthdays with! You are a wonderful, supportive husband, and an involved, hands-on, patient father.
Warning: Corny captions to follow....(but the pictures are adorable)
You're a great "catch" David! (You can easily see where Reese gets her head full of blond curls from!)
I love you in the good times and the "baaaaaaad" times (although, knock on wood, we really haven't had too many "baaaaaaaaad" times)!
Happy Birthday David! WE LOVE YOU!!
8 1/2 years of marriage and 3 kids later, he's the love of my life and the man I want to spend the next 50 or 60 birthdays with! You are a wonderful, supportive husband, and an involved, hands-on, patient father.
Warning: Corny captions to follow....(but the pictures are adorable)
You're a great "catch" David! (You can easily see where Reese gets her head full of blond curls from!)
I love you in the good times and the "baaaaaaad" times (although, knock on wood, we really haven't had too many "baaaaaaaaad" times)!
Happy Birthday David! WE LOVE YOU!!
Sunday, February 04, 2007
May I Take Your Order Please?
One of my "pre-kid" thoughts that began..."When I have kids, I'll never (fill in the blank)" was that I didn't want going out for fast food to be a common occurrence. I wanted their Happy Meal trips to be few and far between so it would always be a special treat/occasion for them.
As with 80% of these "pre-kid" thoughts, this, too, went out the window once the little dears actually arrived on the scene. However, even with how often we get our lunch/supper from a drive-thru, they still get excited each and every time.
Once a month David and I volunteer in Reese's morning class at church and today was our day. There were only 3 little girls in there so we went ahead and took Drue out of her little class and brought her in with us.
In addition to a plastic kitchen and tool bench, there is also a little plastic drive-thru window for them to play with. Drue felt right at home and promptly went over and stuck her head out the window and said, "Mommy, it's time for McSonic."
Perhaps we should cut back on our fast food outings after all.....
As with 80% of these "pre-kid" thoughts, this, too, went out the window once the little dears actually arrived on the scene. However, even with how often we get our lunch/supper from a drive-thru, they still get excited each and every time.
Once a month David and I volunteer in Reese's morning class at church and today was our day. There were only 3 little girls in there so we went ahead and took Drue out of her little class and brought her in with us.
In addition to a plastic kitchen and tool bench, there is also a little plastic drive-thru window for them to play with. Drue felt right at home and promptly went over and stuck her head out the window and said, "Mommy, it's time for McSonic."
Perhaps we should cut back on our fast food outings after all.....
Saturday, February 03, 2007
Bibidi-Bobidi-Boo
Is everyone else's household as giddy with anticipation over the release of Cinderella III this Tuesday as ours?!?
No matter what our girls are doing, when they hear that commercial come on they come running. (Which, thanks to Disney, is about every 7 minutes or so). The first time the commercial came on Reese exclaimed, "Look Mommy! Cinderella III! I can't wait to tell Daddy!".
The next time the commercial came on Reese said, "Mommy, can you buy me that for my birthday?". I prided myself on the fact that she didn't just expect it to be handed to her on a silver platter....she would patiently await for a gift giving occasion.
She must have realized her birthday was a long way off, because the next time the ad flashed across our TV her request changed slightly, "Mommy, I have decided to throw a party for you. A celebration. Where you bring me gifts." Hmmmm.....sounds suspicious to me.
Drue brought me crashing down from my pedestal of thinking we haven't spoiled our kids too badly when, the next time the familiar castle came on the screen, she ran across the living room and shouted, "MOMMY! CINDERELLA! I NEED THAT!".
And of course, they will be getting it for Valentine's Day.......
No matter what our girls are doing, when they hear that commercial come on they come running. (Which, thanks to Disney, is about every 7 minutes or so). The first time the commercial came on Reese exclaimed, "Look Mommy! Cinderella III! I can't wait to tell Daddy!".
The next time the commercial came on Reese said, "Mommy, can you buy me that for my birthday?". I prided myself on the fact that she didn't just expect it to be handed to her on a silver platter....she would patiently await for a gift giving occasion.
She must have realized her birthday was a long way off, because the next time the ad flashed across our TV her request changed slightly, "Mommy, I have decided to throw a party for you. A celebration. Where you bring me gifts." Hmmmm.....sounds suspicious to me.
Drue brought me crashing down from my pedestal of thinking we haven't spoiled our kids too badly when, the next time the familiar castle came on the screen, she ran across the living room and shouted, "MOMMY! CINDERELLA! I NEED THAT!".
And of course, they will be getting it for Valentine's Day.......
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Where has the week gone?
Goodness gracious....has it really been over a week since I posted anything? How is that even possible? Someone must be playing a cruel joke on me, and instead of just turning my clock forward trying to be funny, they've turned my entire calendar forward. I have this fear that one day I'm going to go to sleep a tired 30 year old mom, and be awaken by a strapping young lad with a duffel bag full of laundry slung over his shoulder. I'll gasp at this intruder, look for something to use as a weapon, then hear him say, "Hey, Mom, I'm home for the weekend."
Tate?? What?? Is this a dream?? I'll run into the room where his crib used to be and will find... exercise equipment!? I'll look down at the floor searching for all the toys I used to complain being strewn about that would cause me to silently curse when I stubbed my toe on one and it promptly started to sing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" at a deafening level in the middle of the night and will find.....a clean carpet.
I have lost count of the number of people who have urgently advised us to "enjoy them while they're young....it will pass by so quickly" since we've had kids. (Incidentally, I have actually become one of those people and tell this to all new parents I encounter). And I really do try and take this to heart. When I've spent an extra slow day at home with extra restless kids and am tempted to quickly throw them into bed so I can, for the first time that day, put my feet up and relax, I'll think, "There will be one day when Drue won't ask for a bedtime story, and will be thoroughly embarrassed as I belt out all the verses to The Wheels on the Bus instead of giggling as I exaggerate the motions."
We got a new video camera for Christmas and I have this urgency to video every little thing they do...not just birthday parties and Christmas plays, but common everyday things, so I can watch them over and over and remember what it was like when they were small. I want to video me putting Drue to bed and our little routine she has come to love and expect. I want to video Tate's eyes getting wide and arms flapping when someone cranks his Jack in the Box. I want to discreetly video them taking their bath together, because there's only so long #1-They will all fit in one bathtub together and #2-It will be socially acceptable for them to have a "mixed" bath with one another. And I want to video Reese all dressed up in her little tutu dancing around the living room.
Of course, I realize that's why parents get video cameras in the first place, to document their kids' lives, but I am such a procrastinator when it comes to stuff like that. A friend of mine and I were talking about this the other day. We know we'll have all the time in the world to have a clean house once the kids are grown and moved away and we need to make a conscious effort to spend as much time with them as we can now. But on the flip side of that, the laundry isn't going to drag itself down the stairs, wash itself, then fold itself and put it away...(I know that comes as a bit of a surprise to you dear...just kidding...I had to throw one playful barb at you this go round). So there are inevitably going to be times when I have to say, "I'll read that book to you later," or "No, I can't have a tea party right this second, sweetie."
These are the comments that are going to come back and haunt me one day, I'm sure of it. Am I the only Mom out there who loses sleep over this? How in the world do you balance out getting the dishes done yet not missing out on one dress up party?
Hmmmm....strange. I meant for this post to be about some humorous things my husband has said lately, and I have no idea how it turned into this. But I think I'll post it anyway, the end product of some of my "raw" thought processes, and will go kiss my babies all snug in their beds, before they start trying to sneak out past curfew....
Tate?? What?? Is this a dream?? I'll run into the room where his crib used to be and will find... exercise equipment!? I'll look down at the floor searching for all the toys I used to complain being strewn about that would cause me to silently curse when I stubbed my toe on one and it promptly started to sing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" at a deafening level in the middle of the night and will find.....a clean carpet.
I have lost count of the number of people who have urgently advised us to "enjoy them while they're young....it will pass by so quickly" since we've had kids. (Incidentally, I have actually become one of those people and tell this to all new parents I encounter). And I really do try and take this to heart. When I've spent an extra slow day at home with extra restless kids and am tempted to quickly throw them into bed so I can, for the first time that day, put my feet up and relax, I'll think, "There will be one day when Drue won't ask for a bedtime story, and will be thoroughly embarrassed as I belt out all the verses to The Wheels on the Bus instead of giggling as I exaggerate the motions."
We got a new video camera for Christmas and I have this urgency to video every little thing they do...not just birthday parties and Christmas plays, but common everyday things, so I can watch them over and over and remember what it was like when they were small. I want to video me putting Drue to bed and our little routine she has come to love and expect. I want to video Tate's eyes getting wide and arms flapping when someone cranks his Jack in the Box. I want to discreetly video them taking their bath together, because there's only so long #1-They will all fit in one bathtub together and #2-It will be socially acceptable for them to have a "mixed" bath with one another. And I want to video Reese all dressed up in her little tutu dancing around the living room.
Of course, I realize that's why parents get video cameras in the first place, to document their kids' lives, but I am such a procrastinator when it comes to stuff like that. A friend of mine and I were talking about this the other day. We know we'll have all the time in the world to have a clean house once the kids are grown and moved away and we need to make a conscious effort to spend as much time with them as we can now. But on the flip side of that, the laundry isn't going to drag itself down the stairs, wash itself, then fold itself and put it away...(I know that comes as a bit of a surprise to you dear...just kidding...I had to throw one playful barb at you this go round). So there are inevitably going to be times when I have to say, "I'll read that book to you later," or "No, I can't have a tea party right this second, sweetie."
These are the comments that are going to come back and haunt me one day, I'm sure of it. Am I the only Mom out there who loses sleep over this? How in the world do you balance out getting the dishes done yet not missing out on one dress up party?
Hmmmm....strange. I meant for this post to be about some humorous things my husband has said lately, and I have no idea how it turned into this. But I think I'll post it anyway, the end product of some of my "raw" thought processes, and will go kiss my babies all snug in their beds, before they start trying to sneak out past curfew....
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Fun With Numbers
1...degree. 1 lousy, good-for-nothin' freezing my bones from the inside out, degree. That was the temperature outside when I left for work this morning.
2...number of times Drue coughed so hard last night she "spittied" (threw up) all over her jammies and her sheets.
3...number of my kids who are all sick with their own unique version of the heinous crud I had last week.
4...number of days until their father returns home from his business trip to, none other than, sunny California!
5...number of times I've cursed my husband for calling last night and lightheartedly sharing with me that his hotel is a mere stone's throw from the beach.
6...number of times Tate caused me to jump out of my skin during the night by caughing/barking sounding like a sick cross between a seal and a goose.
7...number of steps I ran down in a flash to fill up the humidifier for Tate after his first episode of barking; ran back up to plug it in; ran back down to let the dog out when she let out a long beagle bellow to get outside at midnight!
8...number of pounds I've lost being sick and not wanting to eat anything for a WEEK!
9...number of interrupted hours of sleep I used to get before the kids came on the scene.
10...number of times a day I am so thankful I hold the role of "Mommy", sick kids, pukey sheets, and all.
Update:
David called this morning and the 1st thing out of his mouth was, "I miss my family." I told him the feeling was likewise and proceeded to tell him how sick the kids were and how the night had gone. He was quiet a minute, then remaked, "Well, maybe I don't miss you all so much now."
2...number of times Drue coughed so hard last night she "spittied" (threw up) all over her jammies and her sheets.
3...number of my kids who are all sick with their own unique version of the heinous crud I had last week.
4...number of days until their father returns home from his business trip to, none other than, sunny California!
5...number of times I've cursed my husband for calling last night and lightheartedly sharing with me that his hotel is a mere stone's throw from the beach.
6...number of times Tate caused me to jump out of my skin during the night by caughing/barking sounding like a sick cross between a seal and a goose.
7...number of steps I ran down in a flash to fill up the humidifier for Tate after his first episode of barking; ran back up to plug it in; ran back down to let the dog out when she let out a long beagle bellow to get outside at midnight!
8...number of pounds I've lost being sick and not wanting to eat anything for a WEEK!
9...number of interrupted hours of sleep I used to get before the kids came on the scene.
10...number of times a day I am so thankful I hold the role of "Mommy", sick kids, pukey sheets, and all.
Update:
David called this morning and the 1st thing out of his mouth was, "I miss my family." I told him the feeling was likewise and proceeded to tell him how sick the kids were and how the night had gone. He was quiet a minute, then remaked, "Well, maybe I don't miss you all so much now."
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Love my Little "Linus"
Folks, I have me my very own thumb-suckin', blankie lovin', cuddly little man.....and I LOVE HIM TO PIECES!
The blankie has to have a "lovie" or silky edge for him to get his chubby little fingers around and pull it close to his face and then POP goes his tiny thumb.
Any old silky blankie will do. Oftentimes, he will spy one of the girls' across the room and make a beeline for it.
The picture of sweetness!
And when you see him on TV someday, giving his State of the Union address....look closely at his suit pocket....it most likely won't be his starchy hankie hanging out the top....it will probably be a corner of one of his original "lovies".
The blankie has to have a "lovie" or silky edge for him to get his chubby little fingers around and pull it close to his face and then POP goes his tiny thumb.
Any old silky blankie will do. Oftentimes, he will spy one of the girls' across the room and make a beeline for it.
The picture of sweetness!
And when you see him on TV someday, giving his State of the Union address....look closely at his suit pocket....it most likely won't be his starchy hankie hanging out the top....it will probably be a corner of one of his original "lovies".
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