Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Apparently it reads:
I am sooooo mad at you right now because you gave my tea to Nye. That was my tea and I liked it. You can't give it away and now I am so frustrated!!! You need to make me another one right now."
The two people holding hands at the bottom? They are angry angry people and want me to make Lizzy tea.
As demanding as that letter sounds, I'm actually very impressed with how mature her response was! She got mad, ran over to her writing desk, and quietly spent time writing me a letter that expressed her disappointment and proposed a solution.
Just to clear my name, this was the tea she absolutely refused to drink all day yesterday and all day today. She thought it was yucky. Yet somehow she doesn't remember that part. :-)
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
We were driving to Walmart and passed the time by singing songs about the kingdom of God. We arrived and got out of the car. When Nye saw the store facade, he got very excited, pointed towards it, and started yelling, "Kingdom of God!! The kingdom! The Kingdom!"
"That is what the Scriptures mean when they say, 'No eye has seen, no ear has heard, and no mind has imagined what God has prepared for those who love him." I Cor. 2:9 (NLT)
Monday, November 26, 2012
No? Apparently it's a great way to bring down a fever. Here goes...
(I was going to add a pitiful picture of a sick and lethargic Nye, but when I got my camera he started jumping and laughing on the couch, then flinging himself onto the pillows the floor. Can't keep a good man down.)
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Lizzy was running around the house with Nye's birthday money singing, "It's mine, it's mine, it's really really mine" (to the tune of Mozart's Eine Kleine Nachtmusik). Nye started throwing a fit and when Lizzy ran into the kitchen singing and saw my disapproving-give-it-back-to-your-brother face, she immediately about-faced and started tiptoeing back to Nye. Without missing a beat, and grinning her little face off, she changed her "tune" to, "It's Nye's, it's Nye's, it's really really Nye's."
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Friday, November 23, 2012
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Friday, November 16, 2012
Nye threw his cucumber and screamed "don't want it." So I gave it to lizzy. Nye threw a royal fit, a fall down screeching on the floor, gnashing of teeth at the injustice of out all fit (all while holding another cucumber in his hand). The following conversation then took place:
Me, under my breath: "Nye, you make me want to punch things."
Lizzy: "What?! Nye makes you want to paint things?"
Me: "Um...it sounds like that."
Lizzy, smiling affectionately at him,"Nye, you make me want to play with play-doh."
A good reminder of kind words.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
I commented before how similar having a dog and having a son has been. Quick recap:
*I often tell him to sit and stay
*I train him to use the potty with treats (which he insists on jumping up and down for when he sees them and often wants me to put it in his mouth)
*He brings me a ball every day to throw so he can go get it
But I may have crossed a line today. It's all his fault really. We went shopping to buy some rugs for the cold wood floors in the playroom. I asked for their input. As we strolled through the pet section, Nye curled up in a dog pad. We bought it. It is now his favorite place.
Lizzy likes it too. :-)
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Thursday, November 1, 2012
My applesauce was too hot and the sour cream from taco night was still on the table so I added some. Not bad. Lizzy saw me, and added some to hers. Not to be outdone, she also added some cheddar cheese and chopped lettuce. Apparently applesauce tacos are delicious. She devoured it just like there wasn't warm romaine floating around in the bowl.
Not to be further outdone, nye refused his applesauce and went strait for the fake tree. I should be glad my kids like their greens I guess.
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Sunday, October 14, 2012
"It hurts like a cow."
Thankfully it's dark, because I'm not sure she'd appreciate seeing me laughing. Eventually she falls asleep on our floor and I sing rewrite disney songs in my head for the next thirty mintues before drifting off into sleep.
Later, at very dark o'clockish, Nye wakes up crying, wet, and very stuffed up. I change him and put him in Lizzy's bed. Everyone goes back to sleep.
Not too long after that, Nye wakes up screaming "Hup, hup!!!! Hup, Mommy please hup!!!" I try to figure out if that means help or up, but he just keeps screaming hup no matter what I do. 5 minutes later I figure out he's yelling "Hop!" He wanted his bunny rabbit Hop. That's the first he's every really wanted a stuffed animal. He quickly settled down and went back to sleep snuggling Hop.
I go to sleep too only to be awakened by Lizzy crying about how she was scared because she had a bad dream where she jumped and went under water. I told her that she can actually swim in her dreams! So next time, hold her breath and swim. I was almost asleep about 20 minutes later when she spoke again.
"Mommy, I can swim!"
We both slept in till 9:30.
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Friday, October 12, 2012
Me: "Because carrots taste good and are yummy [not to mention were leftovers that needed to be used]"
Lizzy: "But I don't like them in it." (She had yet to try it)
Me::laughs:: "Well that's pretty silly."
Lizzy, with a long, serious face: "Yeah......but not too silly."
Thursday, September 13, 2012
I've started training the kids for bathroom cleaning. Definitely the job I want to
Nye failed at squeezing the rags back into the bucket, but that only meant we got to mop the floors as well. He's deadly with a spray bottle though. Wall stains were fleeing the scene (water damage may have been showing up though).
His real forte was toliet scrubbing. A job he's been eyeing (and occasionally trying) for the past two months. Actually being allowed to do it was a dream come true. (If only all dreams were so productive!)
Nye's meanness face.
"Awww! I forgot!"
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Lee is a confident man. He, as the batter, squared off directly in front of the TV. See for yourself...