Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Say What?

Having a preschooler with an imagination leads you to say stuff like:

"Eat all the babies first and then you can eat the mom."

*We were discussing her small and large vitamins she needed to eat.  Nothing truly horrific.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Kids are Gross

Lizzy sneezed hard enough to need a tissue.  Soon she came hunting for a tissue and found that the box was empty.  After asking me what to do now, I suggested she go upstairs and get a tissue from the box in our room.  She's becoming slightly frightened of going to a different floor by herself so she looked around for another option.  Spying Nye's diaper that I had recently changed (and forgotten to put in the wash pail!), she happily chirped, "How 'bout I use Nye's diaper! That's a good idea!"

Oh no honey, that's a terrible, terrible idea.  ::gags::

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Forget something?

Say you've gone to a sports lock-in and you forget a playpen?  No fear, just throw baby in with the balls.
The ultimate ball pit/playpen!

Saturday, December 3, 2011


See the two piles of pink clay?  They are snowmen.  Lizzy's been making lots of them, but each has to have a friend.  When she asked me to come see her latest creation, I asked her their names.

Me: Oh!  What's his name?
Lizzy:  Ala-kima-wanna-loo.
Me: Wow.  What the other one's name?
Lizzy: Snowman.

Friday, December 2, 2011

A Nice Day for a Stroll

We recently found a stroller someone was getting rid of.  Nye believes it's for him.
So adorably enough, Lizzy takes him for a ride.  I briefly consider telling them to stop, but then think, what's going to happen?!  Lizzy's pushing him so gently.

Oh.....right, she could slip and accidently push the stroller into the (cold) oven with enough force to knock Nye off balance and send them both careening into the edge of the fridge.

REALLY GUYS?!  You have the coordination of your mother!

Friday, November 4, 2011


Lizzy tried to get me to taste her orange juice this morning, but she's been a little sick recently and I don't want to get sick, so I refused the drink.  

I didn't know she had such persuastion in her:

Lizzy:  It tastes like  orange juice and milk, and cream.  Taste it Mommy!

Me: No thanks.

Lizzy: Try it Mommy, it's like blueberries and chocolate and orange juice

Me: ::laughing::  Umm, no thanks.

Lizzy:  OH!  You taste it!  It's like chocolate, milk, and peas

Me:  ::cracks up::  Ewww, that's gross. 

Lizzy:  Noooo...It tastes good.  ::giggles and drinks it::

Monday, September 19, 2011

Doctrinal Growth

We were listening to music while I made dinner when I heard:

Lizzy: "Mommy, what is 'pavalioned in splendor'?"
Me: "It means God is clothed in brillance and majesty and it's really awesome and pretty and..."

Lizzy still had a confused face, so I quickly googled the definition of splendor.

Me: "It also means, a brilliant appearnce or granduer and pomp."

I was still despairing of the right words when Lizzy said, "Oh! It's like BOOM, BOOM!" as she signed 'lightening' and 'thunder'.

Yep, that describes it! Good girl!

As I was wondering how she got so smart, she proceeded to accidentally lock herself in the bathroom. It was a 10 minute ordeal of her crying and me describing how to unlock it.* Just goes to prove that those academic types have no common sense! :D

*I know I could have unlocked it from my end with a screwdriver, but I wanted practice in case she ever locked me out of the house-which she almost did one time!
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Friday, September 9, 2011

New Heretical Church

Lizzy has started her own church.

She found a small table and makes me sit and be quiet while she reads from "New Good Food: A Shopper's Pocket Guide." The people are friendly there, and it has a very celebratory atmosphere. The preacher talks for about 30 seconds then yells, "Now it time to run and play!!!" and proceeds to run and play. After a few laps around the congregation, she goes back to the podium and tells me to be quiet again.

However, I find the scripture reading questionable. The last sermon taught this:

"The fruit of the Spirit is....... elephants. Now, Run and PLAY!"

Still, I think I'll stay because the pastor is really cute.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Dress Up

I put a new bin out for my kids. A dress up trunk. After a while I heard Lizzy crying, "IT"S NOT WORKING!"

Yep, that's the hard way to get a leotard on.

Notice the small hand in the lower left corner reaching for the dress. That's Nye. He's obessed with the feel of taffeta on this dress. Lizzy can't even put it on because as soon as she gets it out, he's chasing her, trying to touch it. When he sees it lying around, he rests his head on it, pops up, and does it again. When he's through with that, he'll grab some and gently rub it on his cheek. It's adorable enough to provide proof-see below.

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Tuesday, August 30, 2011

I'm Learning to Speak Boy

I'm quietly sitting in the living room and Nye (9 months) is playing in the play kitchen in the adjacent room.  I hear a small gagging noise, but don't run over right away because Nye usually chokes up whatever it is on the first gag or so. However, I do keep an ear out for any more sounds that might indicate there's a problem.

The first gag is soon followed by a host of choking and gagging noises.  Something's very, very wrong.  My heart's skipping beats as I jump up and sprint over to Nye to see if I can help him or save him or whatever!

Nye's peacefully sitting there, calm as can be, smiling at me, chewing on a cast iron play pan, and practicing a horrible gagging noise.  He's very proud of his new noise.  Oh boy!  BOY!!!

(the picture has nothing to do with the post...No babies or steaks were harmed in the writing of this post :D )

Sunday, August 14, 2011

A Tender Moment

Lizzy was climbing up on the counter to get herself a cup of water. I kissed her heel and smiled at her. She turned around, smiled back at me, and said, "Mommy, I love.................juice."

Who doesn't?!
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Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Best Conversation Ever!

9:00 am this morning:

Me: "Lizzy, you're awesome"
Lizzy ::scowls in confusion:: "What you say?"
Me: "You're awesome."
Lizzy ::immediatly lights up with a giant smile:: "Yeah!!! I IS a possum!"

Monday, August 8, 2011

Meet Kiney

Last night, somewhere around 10pm, I made a new best friend. Lizzy named her Kiney (K*eye-knee: rhymes with hiney as my husband quickly pointed out).

Lizzy was my dreamer sleeper, but for the past 4 months she has been too scared to go to bed by herself. We'd either put her in our room (bummer!), deal with an hour plus of screaming, whining, etc, or lie in her room with her till she fell asleep (at which point I was practically asleep as well).

Two days ago was one of the worst nights ever with her. She or Nye woke us up 8 or more times between 11pm and 6am. This night was followed by a day of no naps for her and minimal nappage by Nye. It was also the worst day at church we've ever had with them. I think I heard one sentence of a hour long sermon.

The next day, Lee stayed home with the kids while they were napping and I did some therapy shopping. :) It feels so good to enter and exit a car without unstrapping/buckling two kids each time!! While I was out, I found a cute little blue bird night-light that charges, then unplugs and lights up on it's battery power. Although it was a little pricey, I was willing to pay it for the chance at sleep.

So last night we put Lizzy to bed and gave her a new surprise! Lizzy loved it and immediately named her. Lee and I put Nye to sleep and left the room. We were sure the calm wouldn't last, and listened for the shrieks of "I'm SCARED!!!!!!!!!" We never heard them. After an hour I checked on her and saw this:

Long story short: I. LOVE. KINEY!!!!!!
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Friday, May 13, 2011

Technically speaking

You know you're living in a world of techonology when your 2 yr old starts ending her sentences with "dot-org."

IE: Mommy, fommy, bommy, I like
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Saturday, April 30, 2011

Potty Humor

Lizzy goes to the potty today and chats with me:
Me: Ok, we have to wipe now.
Lizzy:  Oh....whhhhhy (whiny voice)?
Me: Because if we don't, some poop might be left and hurt your bottom.
Lizzy:  And cause we'll get sick?
Me::surprised:: Yeah, we could get sick from it too I guess.
Lizzy: And then we'll DIE!


Lizzy:  Look!  I pooped.  Number2!!
Me: ::surprised because I never use that phrase::  Did Dad tell you that?
Lizzy: Yep! ::poops more:: Look!   I pooped Number 3!!

Monday, March 21, 2011

My Sweet Girl

This morning I was getting snacks for Lizzy when I tripped and fell. I made a pretty big thud and as I was getting up, Lizzy proclaimed, "OH! Mommy fall down. It's O. K. Mommy. I kiss your bottom Mommy, you feel better."

I'm not sure I've ever made her an offer that generous. :)

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Happy Birthday!

When I was younger I used to set my alarm to 5:46 AM on Feburary 23. That was the time I was born. I guess I liked to be awake when I actually turned a year older. Now I'm older and wiser. I sleep in!

Well that is, I try to sleep in. But Nye, being the sweet guy he is, must have wanted to be the first to officially let me know it's my birthday. He woke me up at 1 am to wish me a happy birthday-he couldn't stop screaming it. He even gave me a gift (FYI: if you were thinking of getting me a soaking wet diaper-I've got all I need. Thanks.).

Nye must have sensed my birthday hadn't happened yet, so he woke up at 2:15, 3:30, 4:28, and 5:40. He even gave me two more gifts to help build the excitment! Well 5:40 did it. I was awake for my birthday. Thank you little man. He must have known because he didn't wake up again till 7:30. (See, he didn't wake up anywhere in 6 o'clock hour. Yay!)

I really wanted Nye to just stop screaming and go to sleep. As I was moping about this being a lousy start to another year, I decided to be zen about it. So I repeated my new parenting mantra: "It's not about me." Somewhere in my sleep deprived state, I realized how true this was. My birthday wasn't about me. :D It was about my mom, who was probably just as awake and possibly screaming as loudly as Nye during the same night hours 26 years ago.

Thanks for the reminder little guy, you rock.

Thanks for birth Mom, you rock. :)

Monday, February 21, 2011

Dramatic Moments in our Life

I glanced across the living room at my daughter and jovially asked, "Whacha doing Lizzy?"  She gave me a look.

You know, the "I may have just committed a very serious crime-am I going to get away with it?" look.

I quickly scanned the living room for potential disaster.  The baby was still alive-looked like he had all parts intact.  No paint or food spills.  No nuclear waste accumulating 10 feet from the potty.

So we stared at each other for a very long 10 seconds while I waited for an answer.  Then, slowly, she put her hand up to her face, her finger up her nose, and very seriously said, "Picking my nose."

Friday, January 14, 2011

Chatty Kids

This picture has nothing to do with the post, but goes to show you can do more in a kitchen than cook!  I see magic show possibilities with this shot.  :)


Lizzy has turned out to be quite the talker.  We should have known from this video of her at 2 months old:

I was just telling Lee last night that I didn't think Nye would be as talkative since he rarley coos or ga-ga's.  The very next morning this happens (2 months also):

I caught the tail end of it on camera, but the first half was noisier than the video.  There's hope for him yet!