Katie wanted to sit in Owen’s chair after dinner…which was fine until Owen came back and he wanted to sit in his chair again. So Katie moved over all on her own so he could sit with her!
Popsicle stick penguin
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Katie locked herself outside of the gate.
Owen: Now I don’t have my little Miss Katie.
Driving home after errands.
Owen: Mama, this little girl over here is pooping.
Owen was playing on my phone in the car.
Owen: I can’t find Temple Run.
Me: I’m sorry. I don’t know where it is.
Owen: Well, I guess I’m going to have to play something else.
After fighting with Owen to try grilled pork and he realized he liked it…
Owen: Oh yeah! Oh yeah! I like pig now!
Trying a new candy (Nerds).
Owen: Chewing with a weird look on his face. What does it do?
Me: Nothing. It’s candy.
Owen: I don’t like it.
I poured a bit of my Slim Fast shake into Owen’s white milk.
Owen: Mom, you know what I called this before? Tast-eeee delicious!!
Just about perfect.
There’s just something about having Tom home, a nice breeze blowing through the open windows, music playing, having a drink, and getting dinner ready together…to make things seem just about perfect.
Rocking his birthday backpack
Tom had Owen put it on to adjust the straps…then Owen kept it on for quite awhile. It goes perfectly with the socks and underwear wouldn’t you say?!
At the pirate cracker
We walked in and he says “Now where are those knights?” He hasn’t been here in—what??—at least a month if not more. But he remembered the exact toys that were there! And he pulled out every single same toy from the last time. 🙂
One of these is not like the other.
Riding a bike, part 3
Out for day number three! He’s getting better!!
He took a very slow tumble off into the grass and was a little upset.
I knew he wasn’t hurt at all so I told him he just needed to say TA DA! And pretend like he meant to do it. Which got this reaction:
On the pole already!
She would hang on the pole saying “Swing swing! Swing swing!” Then fall down onto her butt (like she did at the gymnastics place on the uneven bars).
Bagel Tuesday
Panera has a bakers dozen bagels for $6.99 on Tuesdays, so we go about once or twice a month. Sometimes I just run in, but sometimes we both go in and share a bagel before hitting our other errands.
I let Katie pick where we sit…and today she picked the huge 10-person table. 🙂
Kids being silly
Tom was playing a video on his camera and the kids were being silly!
It’s the little moments that excite you.
I just threw a load of clean towels on top of Maggie and Katie was concerned: “Maggie?!”
Then I pulled off a towel as I said “Where’s Maggie?” and Katie said her first real sentence: “I see Maggie!”
Tackle time!
Owen’s second attempt on a real bike
I might have assigned Tom bike-riding duty, but of course I was going to be there to watch!
He did better, but he still doesn’t want to push the pedals and he keeps slamming on the brakes. We’re not even worrying about steering yet…though I’m predicting he’s going to tip himself over because when he does try to turn he does it too sharply.
Surprise home repairs suck.
Soooo…we discovered a leak on the garage ceiling—about a 1’x6′ wet (and partially dried) brown patch. Tom pulled off the sheetrock and water poured off the insulation when he started pulling it out. Ugh. Luckily not much else is wet and there’s only a few spots of blue-green mold.
After some investigation it turned out to be the incoming water line to the MBA toilet. Tom can easily fix that (and did)…but not the drywall in the garage which we have to hire out. At least we have a contractor we can call—the guy who is installing our laminate floor in a few weeks.
So…the Dharma pantry is being disassembled so they can get to it to fix it. Of course, we can’t move select shelves because we hooked them all together for stability.
Good times.
Jumping Birthday Party
We had a birthday party for one of our best friend’s kids at the bounce house place today.
Being goofy on the bounce house:
How she eats pizza:
And how she eats a cupcake:
Around the time we wanted to leave, we couldn’t find Owen anywhere. Tom and I each took a turn looking (and there’s only so much you can see without actually going into the bounce houses yourself) and neither of us could find him in the throng of kids. Turns out, he was in the under four area playing with blocks. Yep, it was time to leave! But a great time was has by both kids!
Maggie Kisses
It feels good to be outside!
It was 50° and sunny so we took the kids to the playground on the way home to burn off some energy.
Then little miss learned how to walk up the slide. Only a little heart-stopping.
Bug Week Bumblebees
From the school week of 2/3/14. I snapped these pics at Owen’s Valentine’s party today.
Valentines Party
All three of us made it to Owen’s Valentines party! (You can see Tom sitting behind Owen.)
This is the valentine he made for us:
Katie made herself at home in the Comfort Corner with a doll and a tea cup:
A few random pictures from his classroom:
This has been up for awhile (when the letter of the week was obviously P). From the word Owen provided, I can tell you it was the week he earned a new Lego that was a Paintball player. 🙂
The class helping chart:
I later asked Owen what his job meant:
Well, we clean up and help people who clean up. If someone needs me, I help them.
Crystal clear, right? 🙂 I asked what some of the other jobs were and got equally as vague answers. I’m sure they’re positively clear in his mind…
And our last valentine treat:
Katie’s first driveway nap
After my eye appointment today on base, we had a 40 minute drive home…right around Katie’s naptime…so yep, she fell asleep. She does not transfer well—a five-minute car nap means her real nap will be postponed for a few hours. If we were going to be at home, we’d try again, but that wouldn’t be possible today because we have Owen’s valentines party.
What was really surprising is that she didn’t wake up when the car stopped OR when I opened my door…either of which typically happens. So for the first time ever, I left Katie in the car to take her nap. (Actually, it was the first time I’ve ever done it with either kid!) And while I know she’s safe—it’s sunny and warm in the car plus I keep checking on her about every 10 minutes (and she hasn’t even moved)—it still feels weird even though I know people do it.
That said, she slept about an hour. I had hoped for even more but an hour was pretty good and better than nothing—and likely as best as I could hope for today. 🙂
And it was warmer in the car than I thought—she was a little sweaty. 🙂
Teacher Valentines
The first one got a snowman with a hat and the sun. I think he said the other was a girl race car. 🙂
I told Owen to draw a heart, interested as to what he would do as I don’t think he can draw a heart.
Owen: Okay! I’ll trace around the outside!
Smart kid.
She’s a determined girl.
This is what I found this morning—she had her jammies unzipped and her diaper 95% off without having her legs out.
Starting her young.
Playing along with big brother…with daddy’s help to make sure she doesn’t accidentally turn it off. 🙂
RIP awesome Dawson Crocs Boots
I hate when companies change a good product. Owen has Crocs “Dawson” boots that I LOVE but he’s outgrown them.
Of course when I go to buy a bigger pair (easy, right?), that style has been COMPLETELY redesigned and now instead of boots they are slip-ons that look just like most other Crocs. 😡
And if I decided I wanted those? Oh well, no one has them in stock or they aren’t available in Youth sizes (at this point I don’t even care—the point is they aren’t available in Owen’s size).
It took me forever to find a perfect pair that wouldn’t be super warm (since we rarely need winter boots), came up high enough in case there was snow, would work for rain, and weren’t super expensive. And now I have to do it all over. Similar ones by Keen are twice as much. No thanks.
Ugh.
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Owen had really bad bed head, so I told him to go look at it in the mirror.
Owen: Mom! It’s all uppy!
I hand Owen his MSU jersey to put on.
Owen: NO! I don’t want to wear that!
Me: Why not?
Owen: Because people will see it!
Me: ???
Owen walking around the living room pretending he doesn’t see Katie.
Where’s my Katie bug?
Is she here? Lifts blanket.
Is she in here? Opens bathroom door.
Where’s my sister?
She pops her head out to find him.
THERE SHE IS!
Owen: Touch my finger. I’m an electricery robot.
I touch his outstretched finger.
Owen: ZZZZAAAP! Now touch my head. It’s okay. It has sunscreen on and won’t hurt you.
Owen: Mom, you’re killing me.
I guess he hears me say that a lot. Oops!
Owen: Mom, I have to tell you something…in your ear!
Me: Owen, pick a shirt to wear.
Owen: Digging through his drawer. My Sparty jersey.
Me: Are you sure?
Owen: Yes! Because everyone knows I love Sparty!
Owen: Katie, talk to me.
Katie: Unintelligible babble.
Owen: I don’t know baby words. I was a baby a long long time ago when I was one.
Katie: Owie! Owie! Owie!
Owen: What is it Katie girl?
Nothing yet…but she likes trying!
She watches like a hawk when any of us go to the bathroom (she’ll even sit on the stool in front of the sink to wait) and she has started wanting to go in herself. Of course she hasn’t actually been successful yet…but our fingers are crossed since we definitely deserve an easy potty training experience after what we’re going through with Owen (he had a few tiny successes early on like this, but they were just flukes). (I just looked back and the first fluke of Owen peeing in the potty? At 27 months!)
Isn’t she just SO cute?!
Sure, that’s the perfect place to play…
As we’re getting breakfast ready. Kids!
New mamas get nothing done (and other untruths)
>>> New mamas get nothing done (and other untruths)
A blog post definitely worth reading at big city moms. Here’s a snippet:
Mamas, I want to tell you the truth. And here it is: You will not get anything done when you are home with a baby. And anyone who told you otherwise is not being very forthcoming (or perhaps they just have a lousy memory). You might get yourself fed. You might get yourself dressed (then again, you might not). You might take a walk (it makes baby happy). You might have a short phone conversation or start a load of laundry, neither of which you will finish. This is your new mom normal.
So what are you doing all day? Not much that can be measured, really. You’re simply responding appropriately and with patience (through fatigue), to smiles, to tears, to hunger cues, and to drowsiness, teaching your baby how to navigate this complex and (to a baby) highly emotional and raw world. You are keeping your baby clean, which on some days involves more costume changes (for both of you) than any non-mother can begin to fathom. You are teaching a tiny, helpless person all about the world—at least the important parts, like how we treat each other and what it means to be connected to a family. You are creating a foundation of love and trust between you and your baby, one that will help you set your parenting compass, inform your future interactions, and provide a basis for the way your child relates to the larger world.
But that’s about it, really. That’s your day.
There is no greater task than the nothing you did yesterday, the nothing you are doing today, and the nothing you will do tomorrow.
Wait for it…
We had our infrared laser thermometer out to check the air temp blowing out the vents (same old story with the upstairs living room being hot in the summer and cold in the winter) and the cats caught sight of the red dot. Then watch what happens.
