I am loving my idea of using my blog as a replacement for my kid notebooks! Sorry to those of you who would rather read other ramblings!
Chloe was sitting at the table for lunch today when a look of panic and pain washed over her face. She looked down at her foot, looked at me, looked down at her foot and I could tell she was disturbed by something.
"Chloe, what's wrong with your foot?"
"It's sprinkling!"
Poor dear had been sitting on her foot and it fell asleep, haha!
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
I'm So Over It.
I realize I am in the minority here, because according to Pinterest and my Facebook feed, these things are on trend. All they do for me is make me wish I could fast forward to the next new thing.
My "What the Poo?" List:
Chevron pattern.
Fingernail art.
Rockabilly.
Toms shoes.
Most of the art made from foot/handprints (some really is cute).
Body by Vi (or any other multi-level marketing business).
Headless photography.
My "What the Poo?" List:
Chevron pattern.
Fingernail art.
Rockabilly.
Toms shoes.
Most of the art made from foot/handprints (some really is cute).
Body by Vi (or any other multi-level marketing business).
Headless photography.
Monday, February 18, 2013
Boon!
I was rocking and nursing Austen tonight before bed. I could feel he was fighting sleep, I could feel his head get heavy with sleep and quickly snap back up as he fought dreamland. The lights were low, the tv was on and I was deep in thought about something I don't even remember.
Out of nowhere, Austen sat up and yelled, "Boo!" I laughed, thinking he was playing a game with me but then I realized that floating above our heads was his helium balloon from his party three weeks ago, he said "boon!" How cute!
Out of nowhere, Austen sat up and yelled, "Boo!" I laughed, thinking he was playing a game with me but then I realized that floating above our heads was his helium balloon from his party three weeks ago, he said "boon!" How cute!
Thursday, February 14, 2013
So This Is Love
Happy Valentine's Day!
Just a couple of quick Chloe stories for you!
Last night, Chloe was up later than the other two. She was so sweet, she laid on the couch with Ryan for about an hour looking at books and then she came and snuggled on my lap, repeatedly giving me hugs and kisses and telling me she loves me. She really is so sweet and affectionate, I love it!
Then she came to me, wearing her blue Cinderella costume and asked me to dance with her. In the dark living room, with the tv flickering in the background, we slow danced while she sang "So This Is Love" from Cinderella. Cutest.Sweetest.Thing.Ever Melted my heart!
Then tonight, she got in trouble at dinner for tipping her chair backwards. Ryan had already given her two warnings so she had to go sit on her bed. When she got out of time out, I noticed she had some snot that needed wiped up so I grabbed a Kleenex and wiped her nose. Then she looked at me and asked me to wipe her "cry water" off her eyes too. Precious girl!
Just a couple of quick Chloe stories for you!
Last night, Chloe was up later than the other two. She was so sweet, she laid on the couch with Ryan for about an hour looking at books and then she came and snuggled on my lap, repeatedly giving me hugs and kisses and telling me she loves me. She really is so sweet and affectionate, I love it!
Then she came to me, wearing her blue Cinderella costume and asked me to dance with her. In the dark living room, with the tv flickering in the background, we slow danced while she sang "So This Is Love" from Cinderella. Cutest.Sweetest.Thing.Ever Melted my heart!
Then tonight, she got in trouble at dinner for tipping her chair backwards. Ryan had already given her two warnings so she had to go sit on her bed. When she got out of time out, I noticed she had some snot that needed wiped up so I grabbed a Kleenex and wiped her nose. Then she looked at me and asked me to wipe her "cry water" off her eyes too. Precious girl!
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Coco
Chloe-isms overheard while playing:
"Run!!! It's a ci-wotey!" (coyote)
She also calls Snoopy, "Snoofy"
"Run!!! It's a ci-wotey!" (coyote)
She also calls Snoopy, "Snoofy"
Me llamo Tuh-Tuh
I have a notebook for each child that I bought last year when I was pregnant with Austen. I had grand ideas of writing to each one on a regular basis. Insert Mommy Fail. I have written to Tucker and Chloe once, and Austen's book only contains his footprints from his first week of life. Sigh.
After I realized I was not fulfilling my intention of filling the books of heartfelt words to each of them, I decided I would have just one notebook for all of the kids and I would fill it with all of the funny and sweet one-liners they come up with. Insert Mommy Fail #2.
The problem with this is that I forget in the moment, it never gets written down and then inevitably I forget what was even said. That makes me sad, that I'm forgetting some of the hysterical, smart, quirky things they come up with because my notebook is out of sight, out of mind.
Enter my computer. My laptop sits open in our living room on an end table and is on all day long. I hop on and off throughout the day to check email or Facebook so I think I may be able to post all of the things originally intended for the notebooks. I will tag them with each child's name involved in said conversation or story so they can easily be found later.
Which brings me to this mornings "ism" as I like to call them. This one was a Tuckerism..
I was in the rocking chair this morning with all three kids and we were trying to get Austen to say their names.
Me: Austen, can you say "Tucker?"
Austen: (pointing at Tucker) Tuh-Tuh
Me: Tucker! Austen just said your name!!!
Tucker: (raising one eyebrow) Was he speaking Spanish?
After I realized I was not fulfilling my intention of filling the books of heartfelt words to each of them, I decided I would have just one notebook for all of the kids and I would fill it with all of the funny and sweet one-liners they come up with. Insert Mommy Fail #2.
The problem with this is that I forget in the moment, it never gets written down and then inevitably I forget what was even said. That makes me sad, that I'm forgetting some of the hysterical, smart, quirky things they come up with because my notebook is out of sight, out of mind.
Enter my computer. My laptop sits open in our living room on an end table and is on all day long. I hop on and off throughout the day to check email or Facebook so I think I may be able to post all of the things originally intended for the notebooks. I will tag them with each child's name involved in said conversation or story so they can easily be found later.
Which brings me to this mornings "ism" as I like to call them. This one was a Tuckerism..
I was in the rocking chair this morning with all three kids and we were trying to get Austen to say their names.
Me: Austen, can you say "Tucker?"
Austen: (pointing at Tucker) Tuh-Tuh
Me: Tucker! Austen just said your name!!!
Tucker: (raising one eyebrow) Was he speaking Spanish?
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Happy Birthday, Baby Aussie
Dear Aussie, Aussers, Austen Boston, Bubba, Little Turd,
You are One today.
Happy Birthday, Little Mister!
You are such an incredible little man. I don't know if it's because you are my last baby or because of our bond over your birth, but you are magical. Magical in more ways than I can count.
Your eyes. You have the most breathtaking indigo eyes with eyelashes any woman would covet. They are your Daddy's eyes and the first time I saw his, I knew. He was my destiny and so are you.
Your smile. It gives me butterflies. Your whole face lights up and those gorgeous eyes sparkle and 7 (almost 8!) teeny tiny toofers make their appearance.
Your hair. Strawberry blonde and just starting to show the signs of curls. Hair that soaks with sweat when you sleep, hair that you pull on the rare occasion you decide to have a meltdown.
Your personality. You love to cuddle and snuggle and I am going to admit that you have me wrapped around your little finger. Did you know that you have been held for every single nap you've had outside of your carseat? Spoiled, loved, cherished...you could call it many things I suppose. I don't regret one single minute of it.
Your loves. You love milkies from Mommy. In the past two months, you have really taken to eating solids and your favorites right now are broccoli, string cheese, yogurt melts, bananas, and meats. You love playing with Tucker and Chloe and you love Daddy, especially when he tosses you into the air. Your Grandparents are also at the top of your list of favorite people. Grandma and Grandpa & Grammie and Papa are the ones who watch you while I work a couple of days a week. You love dogs and pant and make an attempt at a "woof" when you see them. You also love bathtime and you throw a fit when it's time to get out of the water. Speaking of bathtime, you are obsessed with trying to sneak into the bathroom anytime the door is left open. That's gross, Austen. Please stop.
Your dislikes. Sleeping alone, getting buckled in the carseat, diaper changes, getting dressed. I am lucky that this list is short! You are such an agreeable little man!
Your talents and skills. You can sign for "milk" and "more" and we are working on please, eat and thank you. You can say "mama", "dada", "more", and "banana." You are starting to stand unassisted but aren't quite ready to walk yet, but I think it will be soon! You love to babble and you have such a cute raspy voice. You like to imitate and shake your head no. You are a tiny little thing, you only weigh 16.5 pounds, up just 5.5 since you were born! You wear 6-9 month and some 12 month clothes.
As I rocked you tonight while you nursed, I noted that the clock ticked past 8:03pm, the time you were born. I rubbed your little head, just as I did one year ago tonight. Coincidentally, the chair I rocked you in tonight is in the exact location you were born, right here in our living room. We trusted each other so much that night, I listened to you and you listened to me. We were a team. We are a team.
I can't wait to soak up the next year of your life, Austen Grey. I love you more with every second that passes. You are destined for greatness and I will be there every step of the way cheering you on!
You are One today.
Happy Birthday, Little Mister!
You are such an incredible little man. I don't know if it's because you are my last baby or because of our bond over your birth, but you are magical. Magical in more ways than I can count.
Your eyes. You have the most breathtaking indigo eyes with eyelashes any woman would covet. They are your Daddy's eyes and the first time I saw his, I knew. He was my destiny and so are you.
Your smile. It gives me butterflies. Your whole face lights up and those gorgeous eyes sparkle and 7 (almost 8!) teeny tiny toofers make their appearance.
Your hair. Strawberry blonde and just starting to show the signs of curls. Hair that soaks with sweat when you sleep, hair that you pull on the rare occasion you decide to have a meltdown.
Your personality. You love to cuddle and snuggle and I am going to admit that you have me wrapped around your little finger. Did you know that you have been held for every single nap you've had outside of your carseat? Spoiled, loved, cherished...you could call it many things I suppose. I don't regret one single minute of it.
Your loves. You love milkies from Mommy. In the past two months, you have really taken to eating solids and your favorites right now are broccoli, string cheese, yogurt melts, bananas, and meats. You love playing with Tucker and Chloe and you love Daddy, especially when he tosses you into the air. Your Grandparents are also at the top of your list of favorite people. Grandma and Grandpa & Grammie and Papa are the ones who watch you while I work a couple of days a week. You love dogs and pant and make an attempt at a "woof" when you see them. You also love bathtime and you throw a fit when it's time to get out of the water. Speaking of bathtime, you are obsessed with trying to sneak into the bathroom anytime the door is left open. That's gross, Austen. Please stop.
Your dislikes. Sleeping alone, getting buckled in the carseat, diaper changes, getting dressed. I am lucky that this list is short! You are such an agreeable little man!
Your talents and skills. You can sign for "milk" and "more" and we are working on please, eat and thank you. You can say "mama", "dada", "more", and "banana." You are starting to stand unassisted but aren't quite ready to walk yet, but I think it will be soon! You love to babble and you have such a cute raspy voice. You like to imitate and shake your head no. You are a tiny little thing, you only weigh 16.5 pounds, up just 5.5 since you were born! You wear 6-9 month and some 12 month clothes.
As I rocked you tonight while you nursed, I noted that the clock ticked past 8:03pm, the time you were born. I rubbed your little head, just as I did one year ago tonight. Coincidentally, the chair I rocked you in tonight is in the exact location you were born, right here in our living room. We trusted each other so much that night, I listened to you and you listened to me. We were a team. We are a team.
I can't wait to soak up the next year of your life, Austen Grey. I love you more with every second that passes. You are destined for greatness and I will be there every step of the way cheering you on!
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