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!
Showing posts with label Chloe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chloe. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
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"
Monday, September 5, 2011
Blue Gravy and Guilt by Dr. Seuss
Not really by Dr. Seuss, but Tucker has decided that every book is written by Dr. Seuss. I can read the title to any book and Tucker will follow it with, "by Dr. Suess."
Me: Tonight's book is Goodnight, Moon
Tucker: by Dr. Seuss
Big Seuss fans in this house, I tell ya.
Where was I? Oh yeah. Just the wee bitty small announcement that baby Gravy is a BOY! I had my sonogram weeks ago and it has taken me this long to post about it (enter Guilt, stage left). It's true. Your first baby, you document every detail with words and pictures. Every single month on the 21st, I would sit down after Tucker was in bed and write in his baby book the happenings of that particular month.
Um, Chloe's name isn't even written in hers yet and we don't have 1/8 of the pictures of her. I have no idea how old she was when she got her first tooth and can't even recall her first word. Terrible! And, apparently this will only get worse for Gravy. The other two kids had blogs of their own pretty much as soon as the pregnancy test told me they were coming and poor Gravy is just lumped into the family blog. And belly pictures? P'shaw! I have taken ONE belly picture, whereas I documented my expanding waistline every two weeks with the other two, starting at 12 weeks.
Observe: Gravy Belly at 18 weeks (and most of this belly is more due to poor choices, like actual gravy, than Baby Gravy. Ironic.)
The sonogram showdown: Ryan missed it. Typical Ryan, he didn't leave work in time and missed the whole thing. So, I"m laying there, feeling like I'm having a girl and am watching Gravy like a hawk trying to get a glimpse of the nether region. I saw what I thought were the 3 lines indicating girl a few times but the sonographer said nothing. Finally, I said, "I already saw what the baby is, so if you're waiting to tell me until my husband gets here, there's no need." She looked surprised and said she hadn't even looked yet and always waits until the very last to make sure she has gotten all the views of the other organs she needs for the report. She then starts investigating gender and points out the scrotum and penis to me. What?!
I was so surprised! Shows how much I know! It was really fun to be so surprised and proven wrong ( you will NEVER hear me say that again, by the way), I seriously could not stop smiling all day! Here are the pictures and a video we got of Gravy...from the profile picture, I think we are going to have another mini-Ryan!
And here is how I told Tucker and Chloe they are getting a baby brother. Please excuse the sing-song preschool teacher voice and inflections, it cannot be helped. ha
It's a Baby Brother!
*disclaimer #1: yes, this video takes place on a bed, which I realize seems totally weird to those who don't know how my parents' house works. Their bedroom is the size of a living room and is kind of Grand Central Station in their house, it's where we all hang out.
*disclaimer #2: I have never taught Tucker that girls and boys should choose certain colors as their favorite, he has determined this on his own and insists that is how it should be. If he loves pink tomorrow, that's A-Okay with me. Oh, and my mom painted his toenails once and I thought it was cute even though he hated it and wanted it off right away. Gender roles, shmender roles.
Me: Tonight's book is Goodnight, Moon
Tucker: by Dr. Seuss
Big Seuss fans in this house, I tell ya.
Where was I? Oh yeah. Just the wee bitty small announcement that baby Gravy is a BOY! I had my sonogram weeks ago and it has taken me this long to post about it (enter Guilt, stage left). It's true. Your first baby, you document every detail with words and pictures. Every single month on the 21st, I would sit down after Tucker was in bed and write in his baby book the happenings of that particular month.
Um, Chloe's name isn't even written in hers yet and we don't have 1/8 of the pictures of her. I have no idea how old she was when she got her first tooth and can't even recall her first word. Terrible! And, apparently this will only get worse for Gravy. The other two kids had blogs of their own pretty much as soon as the pregnancy test told me they were coming and poor Gravy is just lumped into the family blog. And belly pictures? P'shaw! I have taken ONE belly picture, whereas I documented my expanding waistline every two weeks with the other two, starting at 12 weeks.
Observe: Gravy Belly at 18 weeks (and most of this belly is more due to poor choices, like actual gravy, than Baby Gravy. Ironic.)
The sonogram showdown: Ryan missed it. Typical Ryan, he didn't leave work in time and missed the whole thing. So, I"m laying there, feeling like I'm having a girl and am watching Gravy like a hawk trying to get a glimpse of the nether region. I saw what I thought were the 3 lines indicating girl a few times but the sonographer said nothing. Finally, I said, "I already saw what the baby is, so if you're waiting to tell me until my husband gets here, there's no need." She looked surprised and said she hadn't even looked yet and always waits until the very last to make sure she has gotten all the views of the other organs she needs for the report. She then starts investigating gender and points out the scrotum and penis to me. What?!
I was so surprised! Shows how much I know! It was really fun to be so surprised and proven wrong ( you will NEVER hear me say that again, by the way), I seriously could not stop smiling all day! Here are the pictures and a video we got of Gravy...from the profile picture, I think we are going to have another mini-Ryan!
It's a Baby Brother!
*disclaimer #1: yes, this video takes place on a bed, which I realize seems totally weird to those who don't know how my parents' house works. Their bedroom is the size of a living room and is kind of Grand Central Station in their house, it's where we all hang out.
*disclaimer #2: I have never taught Tucker that girls and boys should choose certain colors as their favorite, he has determined this on his own and insists that is how it should be. If he loves pink tomorrow, that's A-Okay with me. Oh, and my mom painted his toenails once and I thought it was cute even though he hated it and wanted it off right away. Gender roles, shmender roles.
Friday, September 2, 2011
Dear Chloe,
Today you turned two years old! I can't believe how the time has flown by and you suddenly look like a little girl. You have red hair, brown eyes with a touch of hazel, a little bow mouth and teeny button nose. You weigh a whopping 22 pounds fully clothed, such a tiny peanut! You are full of personality and spunk and you have a really great vocabulary as well. You speak in full sentences and have a little elf voice that is like Alvin and the Chipmunks on helium. So cute!
You have started to ask to sit on the potty and the past several times you have been successful! Go Chloe! You insist on climbing up on our hugely tall old person toilet by yourself and even though we have a potty seat that sits on top, I am still scared to death you are going to fall in. You are probably little enough to even be flushed!
Your favorite foods are bananas, Goldfish crackers, chicken, beef, applesauce and broccoli. Your favorite colors are pink and purple. You love to act like a doggy and crawl around the floor panting and even licked me this week! You love your big brother soooo much and imitate him at every opportunity. We ask you if you are a copycat and you either reply with a "meow" or "no, I not copycat."
I can't even describe what joy you bring to our family. When I was pregnant with you, and I've heard this time and again from other women, I secretly wondered how I could love another child as much as I love Tucker. Well, it was easy. You make it easy. You give the best snuggles and make me smile and laugh every single day.
I am so excited to see who you become. I am so proud of who you already are and I know you are destined for greatness! Always, always, always remember you are loved!!! Love you so much it hurts, sweet baby!
Love,
Mommy
You can read your birth story here.....the day that changed my life (in many ways!) forever.
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Skidmarked Swimsuit
Funny title to a not-so-funny moment. And, yes, I am surprised and grateful there was no actual crapping of the swimsuit.
I took the kids to the Haysville swimming pool today with my sister-in-law, Casey, and her two children. We were all playing in the baby pool when I looked over and Chloe is under the water in a squat position with her arms flailing above. I quickly rushed over to where she was (about three feet from me) and pulled her up. Luckily, she had been holding her breath and she wasn't under very long, but it was enough to startle me. She immediately told me she needed a towel (love that girl sooo much!). Let's call that the Skidmark Incident.
About an hour later, I decided I was going to leave Chloe with Casey and take Tucker on the slide in the deeper kiddie pool. As I was hoisting my pregnant self out of the pool and getting Tucker out, Casey calls for me in a panicked voice. I turned around to find Chloe on her back as if she was doing the backfloat, but she was about a foot under the water and had a look of fear and panic on her face. She had her eyes and mouth open and I could tell she was taking water in. I jumped in as fast as I could and pulled her up. She started coughing up water immediately and was very upset. She was glued to me for a good ten minutes after that. It was so scary, I can't imagine if we hadn't noticed for a few more seconds. Let's call that the I Almost Baked Brownies In My Swimsuit Incident.
Just shy of an hour of closing time, they made everyone evacuate the pool in search for a rumored Pool Poop (no, it wasn't me). We decided it was time to leave at that time and got the kids changed and made our way out. BOTH of my children, despite knowing better, took off in the parking lot. Oh.no.they.didn't. Trouble. BIG TROUBLE. As if I wasn't already stressed enough over Chloe's near-drownings, having two children run in opposite directions in a parking lot was enough to send me to the grave. I did my usual "STOP!". Tucker listened, Chloe did not. She kept going, making her way to the nearby sand volleyball pit. I ran after her and grabbed her firmly by the arm, scolded her and gave her a swat on her bottom. I hurt her feelings and she cried but running in a parking lot simply will not be tolerated. Too much can happen and all of the scenarios make me ill to even think about. And let's call that the I Will NEVER Take the Kids to a Public Pool by Myself Ever Again Incident. From now on, the adult/child ratio must be 1:1 before I will ever consider doing that again. Too much can be lost in such a short amount of time. Not worth it.
Tonight is a night I really wish I could have a glass of wine.
I took the kids to the Haysville swimming pool today with my sister-in-law, Casey, and her two children. We were all playing in the baby pool when I looked over and Chloe is under the water in a squat position with her arms flailing above. I quickly rushed over to where she was (about three feet from me) and pulled her up. Luckily, she had been holding her breath and she wasn't under very long, but it was enough to startle me. She immediately told me she needed a towel (love that girl sooo much!). Let's call that the Skidmark Incident.
About an hour later, I decided I was going to leave Chloe with Casey and take Tucker on the slide in the deeper kiddie pool. As I was hoisting my pregnant self out of the pool and getting Tucker out, Casey calls for me in a panicked voice. I turned around to find Chloe on her back as if she was doing the backfloat, but she was about a foot under the water and had a look of fear and panic on her face. She had her eyes and mouth open and I could tell she was taking water in. I jumped in as fast as I could and pulled her up. She started coughing up water immediately and was very upset. She was glued to me for a good ten minutes after that. It was so scary, I can't imagine if we hadn't noticed for a few more seconds. Let's call that the I Almost Baked Brownies In My Swimsuit Incident.
Just shy of an hour of closing time, they made everyone evacuate the pool in search for a rumored Pool Poop (no, it wasn't me). We decided it was time to leave at that time and got the kids changed and made our way out. BOTH of my children, despite knowing better, took off in the parking lot. Oh.no.they.didn't. Trouble. BIG TROUBLE. As if I wasn't already stressed enough over Chloe's near-drownings, having two children run in opposite directions in a parking lot was enough to send me to the grave. I did my usual "STOP!". Tucker listened, Chloe did not. She kept going, making her way to the nearby sand volleyball pit. I ran after her and grabbed her firmly by the arm, scolded her and gave her a swat on her bottom. I hurt her feelings and she cried but running in a parking lot simply will not be tolerated. Too much can happen and all of the scenarios make me ill to even think about. And let's call that the I Will NEVER Take the Kids to a Public Pool by Myself Ever Again Incident. From now on, the adult/child ratio must be 1:1 before I will ever consider doing that again. Too much can be lost in such a short amount of time. Not worth it.
Tonight is a night I really wish I could have a glass of wine.
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