Tuesday, January 20, 2015

The Tuesday Blues

My oldest (5) made up a song this morning. My middle (3) the Big D learned said song very quickly and soon was providing backup vocals.

Little Baby
Little Baby
Little Baby Troublemaker
Little Baby
Little Baby

Repeat x2

Little Baby
Little baby making trouble
Little Baby Troublemaker
Little Baby
Doo doo whoop doo doo
Little Baby

Mom
Could you move the baby to the couch
Little Baby
Little baby making trouble
Little Baby
Little Baby Troublemaker
Little Baby
Little Baby

Stop that baby
Stop making trouble

Doo doo whoop doo doo

I'm actually pretty impressed. Not being musically inclined,  I'm not sure if it has more of a Blues or Jazz feel.

In the end though,  Little Baby Troublemaker (aka baby sister) still wanted to knock over the blocks. Which Josh was painstakingly arranging by color before he could start building.

Friday, January 9, 2015

Words with Friends...well Kids

Is there anything better than conversations with children? My 3 year old, Big D, says the funniest things.

Every morning as soon as he wakes up he comes into my room and says "Goodmorning Mommy I had sweet dreams. Can you get me breakfast now? I'm hungry AND starving!" Yesterday I was slow moving.  Bear was up 5 times and I was on deck for 4 of them.  The Big D crawled into my bed pried my eyes open and said "yay! She is awake and can get us breakfast"

Knife is pronounced without the first two letters.
To cut something is to "ife it" or "slap" it.

As in:
Big D: can I have a slapped apple?
Me: you want it cut up?
Big D: yay, can you ife for me?


Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Letters to Santa: Part 1

I'm not sure why this won't post. It has been hung up in "publishing" but I wasn't able to edit or report.  I added the pictures again...same thing.  Here is attempt #3.

We wrote letters to Santa. J was afraid Santa would come all the way to our house from the North Pole, find the wish lists, have to fly his sled all the way back to pick out presents and fly to our house once more.

Also he wanted to mail the letter at the Post Office himself. I told him to wait for the Big D to write a letter and we could mail them together. 


Friday, December 12, 2014

Letters to Santa: Part 2

While J was at Preschool the Big D and I worked on his Santa letter.

He was a little harder to direct,  but I wrote what he said. Though I did notice his Santa letter resembled his bedtime prayers... worring about bad guys was new. (I did interrupt playing with transformers in the midst of some serious crime fighting).

I was impressed at first all he wanted for Christmas was for Grandpa not to be sick. Then I asked if he wanted anything else and requests started coming.

Monday, December 8, 2014

Weekend Warriors

This weekend was the Hubby's drill weekend and Guard Christmas Party.  Last year the unit celebrated being home from deployment. The girls wore ball gowns and the guys wore the dress uniforms/suits. (A photographer also captured pictures of couples. There I am extremely pregnant with baby girl).

This year was almost shockingly different. For starters it wasn't -30, it also wasn't formal. Ugly sweater was the theme and the whole unit was not together. Apparently the MC portion is a pretty young group.

In the afternoon they had the family pizza party. With very few families. I'm not going to lie,  I missed the bounce house, face painting,  Santa Claus and activities of the past. Realistically though,  there aren't the kids. Most of the soldiers aren't married let alone starting families.

After the party I met up with a Great Aunt and took the kids to see Santa. We waited in line for 2 hours to see Santa.  Had I not announced the plan before hand I would have turned around after seeing the line. For the boys it was worth the wait. I loved the pictures, but the memory was the kid's favorite part.

The Big D asked about reindeer and if Santa had a puppy.  J wanted to know why he couldn't see Santa's lips. Bear only cried after starting to slide off Santa's lap and I grabbed her. (Santa did lift up his legs and catch her too) I think her big brothers would have visited with Saint Nick all day.

The kids were loved one by Aunty and the Hubby and I went to the Ugly Sweater Party. It was nice to get out as a couple, though I missed all the wonderful ladies I got to know during the deployment.

We got back in time to deal with a sick kiddo and in turn a sick Hubby. Now everyone else is healthy. ..and we have a sick Mom. Tis the season.

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Thankful on Thanksgiving

This year Thanksgiving didn't go as planned. I still have so much to be thankful for, I just didn't get my way.

Tuesday a sudden onset of the plague caught up with me. Sore throat,  ear pains, the chills and a little of this and that enough to send me running for a fuzzy blanket on my couch.

I called off traveling to see my family this year. Which in my little world is a big deal, in the larger scope and I know  "first world problems" it isn't.

At the end of the day, I can be thankful for a loving husband, adorable kids, and caring inlaws.  (And drugs, I'm taking drugs to feel better so thankful for that too.)

My Hubby took the boys to do morning chores and had Thanksgiving dinner with his family.  Then stopped by to pickup baby girl so I could get a nap...and he brought Thanksgiving to me with love from the rest of the fam.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Meow

My Hubby is a self proclaimed feline hater. He has shotdown and shutdown all suggestions of getting a cat for pet or mousing purposes. Which has been fine by me as I'm allergic and not a fan of cat hair. I like cats, in the sense when other people have them I'm more inclined to pet them than kick them. Oh and I loved kittens when I was little. Of course they were outdoor furbabies and as Mom always made us wash hands when we came inside I hadn't discovered my allergy.

The Hubby has ruthlessly shot down requests from puppy dog eyed children with arguments like "at daycare we learned about pets and some people have kitties and some puppies and some fish.....but we have no pets at all"

So I was a bit surprised to get a phone call from the Hubby saying we might get a cat. Apparently he found a kitten almost froze to death and is trying to rescue it. He brought it to the farm and it is currently at his Mom's.  If it pulls through he is bringing it home.

Huh...unexpected to say the least.