So, we may be giving up on Evan and swimming. I know he is little yet, he is only 1.5 years old, but Emma loved them at her age and Evan just doesn't. I took him in the pool again this week and he did okay for the first 15 minutes, then he cried and yelled and kicked (did the running man) and just had enough. Trust me, by then, I had enough also. If only the whole 30 minutes could be filled with enjoyment on his own terms, he would be much happier. Try to get him to kick or blow bubbles or God forbid move his arms and it is pure torture. The good thing is since we were members at the time of signing up, they only cost like $35. We will see what this week brings..
This past week was good - normal - not much going on. I did receive good news at work, a promotion of sorts. I am now a team lead in our group! So, that is awesome! I small bridge to management; a good step I think. I started those duties this week and so far, so good.
Emma has been struggling a bit at daycare as of late. We are not sure if they are just the almost 4 year old, finding her independence issues or what. She struggles a bit when Tim leaves and then hasn't been as warm to Theresa and then has been awful sometimes to Evan. We had a good discussion with her on Wednesday night when I found out that she had been pulling Evan around by his feet, laughing at him while he was crying. NO GOOD! She was basically pulling him down the stairs by his feet. I am not sure how many steps or really all of the circumstances, but any way you spin it, it doesn't sound good. Theresa took care of it there, but you can bet that Tim and I discussed it at length also. Ever since then she has been okay.
This weekend I got a small insight as to how her mind works though. We went to the cabin this past weekend, which was nice, and we have been letting Emma and Evan share a room. Which is great - sometimes. Both Tim and I were ready for Evan to be out of our room (he snores and gets so excited when he wakes up and sees us, even at 4am, that he doesn't fall back to sleep) and Emma loves having Evan there with her. They jump around and "talk" and do silly stuff when we lay then down, but that is okay for the most part.
Yesterday, Emma didn't want to nap. She is getting old enough to where she may be able to drop her nap, but let's be honest, I am not ready for that yet :-) So, Evan was already asleep and Emma was not wanting too. She kept getting up, changing clothes, etc and nothing would work. This lead to many talks about how she needs to sleep and be quiet because Evan is in there. Finally, I can see at the bottom of the door that the big light in the room was on, which is a HUGE NO --Seriously kid!! So, I go in there to get her back in bed and I have to stifle a laugh. Emma is on the floor playing dolls with the big light on, but now I see Evan in his crib with one of Emma's sheer play dresses on top of his head. Emma, realizing that the light might wake Evan up, put something over his head so he wouldn't see the light and wake up. Obviously, I am not happy about this but it still amazes me a bit that Emma would think to do it. Evan did stay asleep, Emma didn't nap, but she did get another talking too about how that behavior does not fly and we do not under any circumstances, put blankets or any objects on others heads.
That kid keeps things interesting, that is for sure.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
Pinching Pennies
I took the kids out on a shopping excursion last Friday. We needed groceries, Easter clothes, and some Dairy Queen ice cream :-) They did really well. Evan loves looking at story books now, so I typically bring along some of his Cars books. Emma, well, she is just Emma and is constantly jabbering the entire time.
We did the groceries first and then headed to TJ Maxx. I bought a handsome little outfit for Evan with khaki's and sweater vest. Of course he didn't care, he just wanted to look at the toys. Emma on the other hand, was a different story. She was overwhelmed by all the little Easter dresses they had. In the end, she picked a pretty white one with purple flowers which also included the same miniature dress for her baby doll. It was a bit more expensive than I wanted ($25) but she knew the consequences. Buying a more expensive dress meant no shoes to go with it. I liked that she had to decide what she wanted and really took the time to think of all possibilities. Especially when she saw the pretty sparkly shoes that I wouldn't let her get with the dress she picked out.
As we were standing in the check-out line, I feel a little tug on my arm. I look down to see Emma's bright blue eyes looking up at me. She points to the floor where she sees 3 pennies and pulls me down to her level. She whispers in my ears "Mama! Someone left their money on the floor. Who does it belong too?" I explain that someone must have dropped it and not realized it. So she asks "Can I pick it up?" I say, yes of course and her eyes sparkle at me with the wealth she has just found. She proudly bends down and picks up the pennies and flashes a big, bright smile to the woman behind us in line. She happily puts the pennies in her pocket, but I can see her constantly feeling her pocket to make sure the treasure is still there. On the way home she takes them out, turns them around in her hands, looks at them closely and just can't keep her hands off of them. Once we get home, she races upstairs and puts it in her piggy bank.
Now this isn't a huge deal, I realize. But for some reason watching her so proud with her three pennies just struck a cord with me. Maybe it is because of her innocence and not knowing that three cents is well, just three cents and not really worth anything. Maybe it is because of how happy finding something expected made her. I am really not sure. But I think of that time and remember her happily plucking them up off the ground and proudly putting them in her pocket and it just makes me smile.
Every once in awhile, I will let her take some money out of her piggy bank and we will go shopping. We usually go to Target and I let her pick out something small with her money and I try to explain how some things cost more pennies than other things and try to make her really think about her purchases. I guess I am trying to instill some sense of money to her at this point and have her appreciate the things she receives or buys. Just like the dress - you get a more expensive dress, then you don't get the shoes. I don't know if it is working or not, but I think in our money/possession hungry society starting small with little kids is the way to go.
We did the groceries first and then headed to TJ Maxx. I bought a handsome little outfit for Evan with khaki's and sweater vest. Of course he didn't care, he just wanted to look at the toys. Emma on the other hand, was a different story. She was overwhelmed by all the little Easter dresses they had. In the end, she picked a pretty white one with purple flowers which also included the same miniature dress for her baby doll. It was a bit more expensive than I wanted ($25) but she knew the consequences. Buying a more expensive dress meant no shoes to go with it. I liked that she had to decide what she wanted and really took the time to think of all possibilities. Especially when she saw the pretty sparkly shoes that I wouldn't let her get with the dress she picked out.
As we were standing in the check-out line, I feel a little tug on my arm. I look down to see Emma's bright blue eyes looking up at me. She points to the floor where she sees 3 pennies and pulls me down to her level. She whispers in my ears "Mama! Someone left their money on the floor. Who does it belong too?" I explain that someone must have dropped it and not realized it. So she asks "Can I pick it up?" I say, yes of course and her eyes sparkle at me with the wealth she has just found. She proudly bends down and picks up the pennies and flashes a big, bright smile to the woman behind us in line. She happily puts the pennies in her pocket, but I can see her constantly feeling her pocket to make sure the treasure is still there. On the way home she takes them out, turns them around in her hands, looks at them closely and just can't keep her hands off of them. Once we get home, she races upstairs and puts it in her piggy bank.
Now this isn't a huge deal, I realize. But for some reason watching her so proud with her three pennies just struck a cord with me. Maybe it is because of her innocence and not knowing that three cents is well, just three cents and not really worth anything. Maybe it is because of how happy finding something expected made her. I am really not sure. But I think of that time and remember her happily plucking them up off the ground and proudly putting them in her pocket and it just makes me smile.
Every once in awhile, I will let her take some money out of her piggy bank and we will go shopping. We usually go to Target and I let her pick out something small with her money and I try to explain how some things cost more pennies than other things and try to make her really think about her purchases. I guess I am trying to instill some sense of money to her at this point and have her appreciate the things she receives or buys. Just like the dress - you get a more expensive dress, then you don't get the shoes. I don't know if it is working or not, but I think in our money/possession hungry society starting small with little kids is the way to go.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Calling it quits
Tim has pretty much decided that Evan is done with swimming lessons - at least with him in the pool with him. It was a disaster last week really. My fault maybe... I thought it would be a good change to see how Evan does in the pool with Tim. Plus, I didn't really feel like putting on a bathing suit. So, it was Tim's turn. Not a good decision. First, Emma refused to go in the pool. She never does this. In the past, she would barely turn around to wave goodbye when the instructor came to get her. This time, she hid in my shoulder and wouldn't move. Honestly, I think she is jealous that Evan has a parent in the pool and she doesn't. Last week she made comments to me that she wanted me in the pool and that she wanted me to swim with her. I did the whole, "No, you are a big girl Emma" yadda, yadda, yadda. It worked last week, this time, not so much. So, strike number one.
Then, Evan. He seemed excited. We got the basketball urge out of him too because we were in the gym for like 15 minutes so he could run around and shoot hoops. It started out okay, I mean he walked into the pool on his own. He got some toys and kind of splashed. It is really the group activities that throws him every time. Let him wander around on his own = good. Try to get him to blow bubbles, splash, kick, etc = evil. He basically cried for 15 minutes straight. Then Tim had enough and left. Strike Number Two. I still have hope!! I haven't given up on the little man yet, I will try again.
This weekend was good. Very relaxing which is what they should be. I had to work a little bit Friday morning, so Tim stayed home with the kids at first. Then, we just relaxed. Did some grocery shopping, they took a good nap, I cleaned, lots of fun stuff :-)
Here are some pics:
Evan the stud with his favorite boots. They don't even fit the kid, but they were a Target clearance item for $3. Who could pass that up?? I knew they would fit him eventually. He always picks those when we leave. He picks those when we don't leave and he wants to wear "Shooohs!"
Both the kids going down the "tubey" slide together. Evan has no fear, but of course he has his older sister for guidance. He marches right along with her up the steps and down the slides. Tonight I saw him go head first down the tubey slide. That didn't make me happy.
Playing gas station.
Mr. Blue Eyes.
Then, Evan. He seemed excited. We got the basketball urge out of him too because we were in the gym for like 15 minutes so he could run around and shoot hoops. It started out okay, I mean he walked into the pool on his own. He got some toys and kind of splashed. It is really the group activities that throws him every time. Let him wander around on his own = good. Try to get him to blow bubbles, splash, kick, etc = evil. He basically cried for 15 minutes straight. Then Tim had enough and left. Strike Number Two. I still have hope!! I haven't given up on the little man yet, I will try again.
This weekend was good. Very relaxing which is what they should be. I had to work a little bit Friday morning, so Tim stayed home with the kids at first. Then, we just relaxed. Did some grocery shopping, they took a good nap, I cleaned, lots of fun stuff :-)
Here are some pics:
Evan the stud with his favorite boots. They don't even fit the kid, but they were a Target clearance item for $3. Who could pass that up?? I knew they would fit him eventually. He always picks those when we leave. He picks those when we don't leave and he wants to wear "Shooohs!"
Both the kids going down the "tubey" slide together. Evan has no fear, but of course he has his older sister for guidance. He marches right along with her up the steps and down the slides. Tonight I saw him go head first down the tubey slide. That didn't make me happy.
Playing gas station.
Mr. Blue Eyes.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
content
A picture of my 3 favorite people outside.
Yesterday we ate supper quickly and then headed outside. We played chalk, we played on the swingset, Emma and I went for a run, and then the first lawnmower ride of the year. The kids could not be more excited. Me either for that matter - there is nothing better than being outside.
Kids are good. They are pretty exhausted (and cranky) come bedtime due to all the playing outside. They both had pretty big meltdowns tonight, which is never fun. I made Evan a bottle to calm him down, which we had weaned him of last week, and Emma just got sent to bed. An hour later, she is still upstairs reading books and getting up periodically.
Evan's favorite thing lately?? The movie Cars. He will see pictures of Lightning McQueen and will start hopping up and down saying "Cah!! Cah!!" and will be all happy. So because we do not have many boy books in the house yet, I bought him some Cars board books at Target last week. Tonight, he snuggled in his crib with his favorite blanket and his Lightning McQueen and Mater books. I was pretty cute. So, maybe the Easter Bunny will bring him some Cars stuff this year.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Mama, I need to focus on this...
What wonderful weather! Man - it has been fabulous and we have been taking advantage of it. Sunday we were outside a lot - the kids were playing on the swingset, we went for a walk, we got out bikes, it was great.
Backing up - swimming lessons...
They went better this time. Tim got to the YMCA earlier so he was able to take Evan into the gym and get all of the basketball out of his system so we were hoping it would be better in the pool. Overall, it was. Evan acted mildly irritated at the things the instructor wanted us to do, but he wasn't crying or fussing so it was better. He really enjoyed the lesson where we taught them how to climb out of the pool and jump back in. He would scamper as fast as he could out of the pool, turn around to face me and squat as low as he could. Then, he would stick his pudgy little hand up in the air, yell "GO!" and jump into my arms. It was really cute. Then, we got out some of the floaty balls and played with those, which he also enjoyed. He did try to blow some bubbles, but that was it. At about the 20 minute mark though, he was done and it was time to leave. So, much better, but he still didn't make it to the end.
Friday was Mama Mia and it was fabulous! Tim and my father stayed home with the children and my Mom, Aunt, and I headed to downtown. It was a great time away and a much needed break.
The rest of the weekend was good too. Saturday we had a small St. Patrick Day party and Sunday was Sunday school and book club! Emma didn't quite make it to Sunday School. She was up running around with some kids at the party and with the time change she was too tuckered out to go. The lucky thing? I taught that day so I brought home all the projects so we were able to do them later. She loved that! At one point I was talking to her while she was making her sheep puppet and she looks at me with a disapproving stare and says, "Mama, I really need to focus on my Sunday School project right now." okay kid, whatever...
Otherwise, I don't really know too much. We are just basking in the sun while we have it. I had my first run outside this year and it went really well.
Emma-isms:
Tonight we were reading stories on the recliner and she squirms a bit and says "Mama, this isn't really working out for me, we need to move."
Here are some pics of the kids playing outside.
Evan, being the stud, and going for a ride in his car.
Emma playing Princess Fiona. I was the prince and I needed to slay the dragon and rescue her. When I went up into her little playhouse, this is what I found. Her mouth was twitching as she could barely contain her laughter.
In the wagon taking a tour of the yard - finding tracks, stomping in puddles, all the fun spring stuff.
Backing up - swimming lessons...
They went better this time. Tim got to the YMCA earlier so he was able to take Evan into the gym and get all of the basketball out of his system so we were hoping it would be better in the pool. Overall, it was. Evan acted mildly irritated at the things the instructor wanted us to do, but he wasn't crying or fussing so it was better. He really enjoyed the lesson where we taught them how to climb out of the pool and jump back in. He would scamper as fast as he could out of the pool, turn around to face me and squat as low as he could. Then, he would stick his pudgy little hand up in the air, yell "GO!" and jump into my arms. It was really cute. Then, we got out some of the floaty balls and played with those, which he also enjoyed. He did try to blow some bubbles, but that was it. At about the 20 minute mark though, he was done and it was time to leave. So, much better, but he still didn't make it to the end.
Friday was Mama Mia and it was fabulous! Tim and my father stayed home with the children and my Mom, Aunt, and I headed to downtown. It was a great time away and a much needed break.
The rest of the weekend was good too. Saturday we had a small St. Patrick Day party and Sunday was Sunday school and book club! Emma didn't quite make it to Sunday School. She was up running around with some kids at the party and with the time change she was too tuckered out to go. The lucky thing? I taught that day so I brought home all the projects so we were able to do them later. She loved that! At one point I was talking to her while she was making her sheep puppet and she looks at me with a disapproving stare and says, "Mama, I really need to focus on my Sunday School project right now." okay kid, whatever...
Otherwise, I don't really know too much. We are just basking in the sun while we have it. I had my first run outside this year and it went really well.
Emma-isms:
Tonight we were reading stories on the recliner and she squirms a bit and says "Mama, this isn't really working out for me, we need to move."
Here are some pics of the kids playing outside.
Evan, being the stud, and going for a ride in his car.
Emma playing Princess Fiona. I was the prince and I needed to slay the dragon and rescue her. When I went up into her little playhouse, this is what I found. Her mouth was twitching as she could barely contain her laughter.
In the wagon taking a tour of the yard - finding tracks, stomping in puddles, all the fun spring stuff.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
A snip,snip here and a snip, snip there
It always makes me nervous when I get back to my desk at work and I see a missed call from daycare. Numerous things run through my mind when I see this... is one of the kids sick?? Did they do something wrong?? Did, God forbid, Evan get bit again?? Unfortunately, I have had a few calls lately for all of these reasons. This past Monday though, it was for something I wouldn't have thought of. Emma and the other girls were playing beauty parlor and were cutting each others hair.
Theresa said that she was in the process of bringing the little kids upstairs for snack and told the girls (ranging in age from almost 4 to 4 & half) that they could play downstairs while she did that. She didn't think anything of it until all the kids were upstairs eating and she noticed a wisp of hair on Emma's shoulder. Then she looked and saw a wisp of hair on Breezy's shoulder. Thinking this wasn't good, she asked the girls what happened downstairs and 3 little sheepish sets of eyes looked up and said, "I don't know." Theresa went downstairs and surveyed the scene. There was a chair propped up under the shelf on which Theresa placed a scissors they were using for crafts. Not far away was hair... blond... brown.. and dark brown. Not much, thankfully, but enough. Emma now has some bangs on one side of her head and the other girls had a few chunks cut out also. Emma feverishly insists that she did not cut any hair "because Mama, I know only BIG people can cut hair." Which lead to the "just because other kids are doing things, doesn't mean you have too" conversation. Not that I think she got it, but we will see. Thankfully, it doesn't look horrible, I don't even know if others can tell. Fun times with an almost 4 year old!
We all had a great night tonight. Emma had dance/gymnastics and Tim and Evan went grocery shopping. After the craziness, Evan and I had some time to play. Emma just wanted to lay and watch Cars because "All that dancing and jumping just makes me tired." But Evan and I had a great time. It was one of those times I hope I can always remember. We were chasing each other and playing peak-a-boo. He would run about 5 feet away from me and slow up, then wait and giggle. He would let out the biggest giggle and turn slowly to look for me and wait. Then I would make my first move toward him and he would turn around and run, run, run. It was so much fun. So great to have these times to offset the frustrating times. Once I caught up to him, more giggles ensued then he would lean against me or bury his head in my shoulder and just cuddle. I could smell the mixture of baby shampoo, blueberries, and peanut butter on him and then his little sucker-sticky hand would reach for my finger so he could pull me up and we would do it again. Wonderful, really wonderful.
Tomorrow night is swimming again - I hope it goes better :-) Well, it really cannot get any worse. This time, I am bringing a stroller to lock Evan in while I get Emma ready and then Tim is going to try and get there a bit early to help out also. More to come, I am sure.
Theresa said that she was in the process of bringing the little kids upstairs for snack and told the girls (ranging in age from almost 4 to 4 & half) that they could play downstairs while she did that. She didn't think anything of it until all the kids were upstairs eating and she noticed a wisp of hair on Emma's shoulder. Then she looked and saw a wisp of hair on Breezy's shoulder. Thinking this wasn't good, she asked the girls what happened downstairs and 3 little sheepish sets of eyes looked up and said, "I don't know." Theresa went downstairs and surveyed the scene. There was a chair propped up under the shelf on which Theresa placed a scissors they were using for crafts. Not far away was hair... blond... brown.. and dark brown. Not much, thankfully, but enough. Emma now has some bangs on one side of her head and the other girls had a few chunks cut out also. Emma feverishly insists that she did not cut any hair "because Mama, I know only BIG people can cut hair." Which lead to the "just because other kids are doing things, doesn't mean you have too" conversation. Not that I think she got it, but we will see. Thankfully, it doesn't look horrible, I don't even know if others can tell. Fun times with an almost 4 year old!
We all had a great night tonight. Emma had dance/gymnastics and Tim and Evan went grocery shopping. After the craziness, Evan and I had some time to play. Emma just wanted to lay and watch Cars because "All that dancing and jumping just makes me tired." But Evan and I had a great time. It was one of those times I hope I can always remember. We were chasing each other and playing peak-a-boo. He would run about 5 feet away from me and slow up, then wait and giggle. He would let out the biggest giggle and turn slowly to look for me and wait. Then I would make my first move toward him and he would turn around and run, run, run. It was so much fun. So great to have these times to offset the frustrating times. Once I caught up to him, more giggles ensued then he would lean against me or bury his head in my shoulder and just cuddle. I could smell the mixture of baby shampoo, blueberries, and peanut butter on him and then his little sucker-sticky hand would reach for my finger so he could pull me up and we would do it again. Wonderful, really wonderful.
Tomorrow night is swimming again - I hope it goes better :-) Well, it really cannot get any worse. This time, I am bringing a stroller to lock Evan in while I get Emma ready and then Tim is going to try and get there a bit early to help out also. More to come, I am sure.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Swimming Lessons
Oh - what a lesson they were. A lesson in patience more like it.
Emma was a champ - she loves the water. Swimming is old hat to her. She knows the routine, we give the front desk our card, we go to the locker room, she picks out a locker and puts her stuff in it, gets on her suit and she is ready to roll.
Evan, not so much. He has been to the Y with us before and we attempted lessons before, but a scheduling mis-hap occurred and his class was cancelled. But, he LOVES the Y. He loves the gym. He will stand outside the door to the gym pointing, jumping, screeching and yelling "MA BALL"! BALL!!" and will try to get in. Not so good when I need to steer him around the gym to get to the pool. I think the gym is the downfall to Evan's success at swimming lessons. It was a struggle from the start. Just to get Emma ready for lessons was a struggle with Evan's need to go to the gym. He would not stay by me to help Emma get ready. He was constantly running from me, pushing at me when I would try to hold him, whatever he could to get away from me to go and play with the basketballs. argh....
Finally, Emma was in the pool and splashing away and having a grand old time. Evan, finally was in his heaven - the gym. He runs as fast as his little legs can carry, almost falling head over legs because he is pushing that fast. I worry about him with the other people in there shooting hoops, but I always try to position myself in front of him so he doesn't get hit. He runs after the balls, grabs one, and hoists it up and towards the hoop. Then, he runs after another one and does the same thing over and over again. He cannot get enough. Unfortunately, he had to have enough because his time in the pool was fast approaching. He did not want to leave... for anything! It was a big fuss when we left. It was a bigger fuss to change him into his suit. I was torturing him!! Man... it was brutal. He wanted to go in the pool at first, but he did not want ANYTHING to do with group activities. He wanted everything on his own terms. Then, the pouting came... and then the crying.. and then the "Mama! Mama! Ball! Ball!" Finally after 15 minutes of him refusing to do anything that sort of resembled swimming or blowing bubbles or kicking, we left. Much to my embarrassment, my frustration, my "I am never doing this again with this kid" we left. Let's just say Tim and I had a long conversation that night of our game plan for this week.
Wish me luck.
Emma was a champ - she loves the water. Swimming is old hat to her. She knows the routine, we give the front desk our card, we go to the locker room, she picks out a locker and puts her stuff in it, gets on her suit and she is ready to roll.
Evan, not so much. He has been to the Y with us before and we attempted lessons before, but a scheduling mis-hap occurred and his class was cancelled. But, he LOVES the Y. He loves the gym. He will stand outside the door to the gym pointing, jumping, screeching and yelling "MA BALL"! BALL!!" and will try to get in. Not so good when I need to steer him around the gym to get to the pool. I think the gym is the downfall to Evan's success at swimming lessons. It was a struggle from the start. Just to get Emma ready for lessons was a struggle with Evan's need to go to the gym. He would not stay by me to help Emma get ready. He was constantly running from me, pushing at me when I would try to hold him, whatever he could to get away from me to go and play with the basketballs. argh....
Finally, Emma was in the pool and splashing away and having a grand old time. Evan, finally was in his heaven - the gym. He runs as fast as his little legs can carry, almost falling head over legs because he is pushing that fast. I worry about him with the other people in there shooting hoops, but I always try to position myself in front of him so he doesn't get hit. He runs after the balls, grabs one, and hoists it up and towards the hoop. Then, he runs after another one and does the same thing over and over again. He cannot get enough. Unfortunately, he had to have enough because his time in the pool was fast approaching. He did not want to leave... for anything! It was a big fuss when we left. It was a bigger fuss to change him into his suit. I was torturing him!! Man... it was brutal. He wanted to go in the pool at first, but he did not want ANYTHING to do with group activities. He wanted everything on his own terms. Then, the pouting came... and then the crying.. and then the "Mama! Mama! Ball! Ball!" Finally after 15 minutes of him refusing to do anything that sort of resembled swimming or blowing bubbles or kicking, we left. Much to my embarrassment, my frustration, my "I am never doing this again with this kid" we left. Let's just say Tim and I had a long conversation that night of our game plan for this week.
Wish me luck.
Monday, March 8, 2010
It's a beautiful day for a campfire
"Mom, it's a beautiful day for a campfire!" as spoken by Emma yesterday.
We had a great weekend! We were up at the cabin and thoroughly enjoyed the beautiful weather. Saturday was an early morning as the kiddos decided to be up around 4:30ish for the day. Luckily, we were able to keep them in their rooms until around 5:30 or so and then we watched some movies, ate muffins, and just relaxed... you know, until around 8am :-) Then, Saturday was fishing, snowmobiling, and great food as we had Tim's family over for a dinner party that evening. It was off to bed early, since we all were up so early, but alas, sleep was not part of the plans as the kids were once again up around 5:45a,. UGH! Seriously - SLEEP small children!!
Sunday was more relaxing and being outside. I couldn't believe how nice it was and the kids were so happy to be outside enjoying it. We did some more snowmobling, more fishing, and got out some toys so the kids could play outside. Yup, playing in the sand and snow on the beach - it was lovely! They were running around, making sand/snow castles, and just wearing off some energy. It was great!! Then, we decided to build a fire and roast some hotdogs outside. Seriously, it was a wonderful day. The kids napped on the way home, so Tim and I got a nice, quiet relaxing drive.
Otherwise, all is good. The kids are great. Evan is repeating so many words now. Thank you is "Dan do", "Ca" is Car (his favorite is Lightening McQueen) "Peh" is Please and "MA" is Emma. very cute... he really likes his soft blanket and he insists on carrying it around with him in the morning and at night. He will periodically bury his head in it and rub it against his cheek - very sweet! He just got another haircut, so he once again looks like a little boy. All-in-all, everything is good for the Ev.
Emma is as funny, talkative, and inquisitive as ever. She has been asking some of the most interesting questions lately. Some, involve personal anatomy and are hilarious! "Mom, this Barbie must be a Mommy because she has boobs." Then, of course, there are the odd ball "how the hell do I answer this?" questions. So, here is a conversation had over breakfast....
The scene: I am making scrambled eggs and Emma is peeling some hard boiled eggs.
Emma (very matter of fact): Mom, baby birds come from eggs.
Me, curious as to where this is going: yes, they do.
Emma: So, do we eat baby birds?
Me: No, we eat eggs.
Emma: Mom (because she starts almost every sentence with Mom) but baby birds come from eggs.
Me: yes
Emma: Mom, but where do the baby birds go in the eggs if we don't eat them?
Me: Emma - there was never a baby bird in there, just an egg.
Emma: But Mom - birds come from eggs.
ergh... then I try to change the subject. sometimes, there is no winning with a three year old.
some pics...
Emma, basking in the sunlight!
Evan, getting all dirty, but loving it!
Me and the hubby
The kids making sand/snow castles
Mom & Dad
and more pics...
We had a great weekend! We were up at the cabin and thoroughly enjoyed the beautiful weather. Saturday was an early morning as the kiddos decided to be up around 4:30ish for the day. Luckily, we were able to keep them in their rooms until around 5:30 or so and then we watched some movies, ate muffins, and just relaxed... you know, until around 8am :-) Then, Saturday was fishing, snowmobiling, and great food as we had Tim's family over for a dinner party that evening. It was off to bed early, since we all were up so early, but alas, sleep was not part of the plans as the kids were once again up around 5:45a,. UGH! Seriously - SLEEP small children!!
Sunday was more relaxing and being outside. I couldn't believe how nice it was and the kids were so happy to be outside enjoying it. We did some more snowmobling, more fishing, and got out some toys so the kids could play outside. Yup, playing in the sand and snow on the beach - it was lovely! They were running around, making sand/snow castles, and just wearing off some energy. It was great!! Then, we decided to build a fire and roast some hotdogs outside. Seriously, it was a wonderful day. The kids napped on the way home, so Tim and I got a nice, quiet relaxing drive.
Otherwise, all is good. The kids are great. Evan is repeating so many words now. Thank you is "Dan do", "Ca" is Car (his favorite is Lightening McQueen) "Peh" is Please and "MA" is Emma. very cute... he really likes his soft blanket and he insists on carrying it around with him in the morning and at night. He will periodically bury his head in it and rub it against his cheek - very sweet! He just got another haircut, so he once again looks like a little boy. All-in-all, everything is good for the Ev.
Emma is as funny, talkative, and inquisitive as ever. She has been asking some of the most interesting questions lately. Some, involve personal anatomy and are hilarious! "Mom, this Barbie must be a Mommy because she has boobs." Then, of course, there are the odd ball "how the hell do I answer this?" questions. So, here is a conversation had over breakfast....
The scene: I am making scrambled eggs and Emma is peeling some hard boiled eggs.
Emma (very matter of fact): Mom, baby birds come from eggs.
Me, curious as to where this is going: yes, they do.
Emma: So, do we eat baby birds?
Me: No, we eat eggs.
Emma: Mom (because she starts almost every sentence with Mom) but baby birds come from eggs.
Me: yes
Emma: Mom, but where do the baby birds go in the eggs if we don't eat them?
Me: Emma - there was never a baby bird in there, just an egg.
Emma: But Mom - birds come from eggs.
ergh... then I try to change the subject. sometimes, there is no winning with a three year old.
some pics...
Emma, basking in the sunlight!
Evan, getting all dirty, but loving it!
Me and the hubby
The kids making sand/snow castles
Mom & Dad
and more pics...
Monday, March 1, 2010
NOT GOOD!
Look at the pictures!!! Just look...
See the cheek?? See the BITE MARK on his cheek? Yes, bitten at daycare. I wish I could say this was the first time, but NOPE - the third. This, by far, the worst bite. Our daycare provider is trying to work with the parents, but let's just say, they are not the best at that kind of confrontation. So, the by-product? My son gets MAULED at daycare. Ergh... I know, kids bite, but why does my cute, adorable son need to be the bitee. If he were old enough, I would tell him to be the biter and fight back. Unfortunately, he is not. Tim tried to teach him a one-two punch, which got Evan laughing pretty good, but he is too sweet and innocent to use it. It makes me sad. Hopefully, it does not happen again, or I am not sure what we will do.
Suggestions???
Here is Emma -whom I was told was very sweet to Evan today and kept giving him kisses all day. However, I think all of Evan's attention got to her as she was a bit of a bear tonight. She told me "Mama, you spend all of your time with Evan. I am sad, I want you to spend time with me too."
Today, I took the plunge and signed up for Coburn's Delivers - a grocery delivery service. I have been putting off grocery shopping for a few days and after today just didn't feel like going out again. As a new customer, I get free delivery (which the charge is usually only $5) and the prices didn't seem abnormally high. So, we will see. Just one more thing to make life easier I guess.
Here's hoping the week gets better.
See the cheek?? See the BITE MARK on his cheek? Yes, bitten at daycare. I wish I could say this was the first time, but NOPE - the third. This, by far, the worst bite. Our daycare provider is trying to work with the parents, but let's just say, they are not the best at that kind of confrontation. So, the by-product? My son gets MAULED at daycare. Ergh... I know, kids bite, but why does my cute, adorable son need to be the bitee. If he were old enough, I would tell him to be the biter and fight back. Unfortunately, he is not. Tim tried to teach him a one-two punch, which got Evan laughing pretty good, but he is too sweet and innocent to use it. It makes me sad. Hopefully, it does not happen again, or I am not sure what we will do.
Suggestions???
Here is Emma -whom I was told was very sweet to Evan today and kept giving him kisses all day. However, I think all of Evan's attention got to her as she was a bit of a bear tonight. She told me "Mama, you spend all of your time with Evan. I am sad, I want you to spend time with me too."
Today, I took the plunge and signed up for Coburn's Delivers - a grocery delivery service. I have been putting off grocery shopping for a few days and after today just didn't feel like going out again. As a new customer, I get free delivery (which the charge is usually only $5) and the prices didn't seem abnormally high. So, we will see. Just one more thing to make life easier I guess.
Here's hoping the week gets better.
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