I think I may have to start limiting Kade to watching Toy Story and the bloopers from Toy Story 2 only one or two times a day. Read the following and you may see why:
Last night after bath time Kade went streaking through the house "Emperor's New Clothes" style, shouting
"To infinity and beyond!" When I was finally able to catch him and wrestle a Pull-up onto his bare little hiney, he stood up, burped in my face and yelled, "Whew Mom, what you been eating?" followed by, " I don't rememer eating that!"
He runs around most of the day quoting both movies. I heard him shouting one day and went to check on him. He had a Buzz doll and a Woody doll and was having Woody yell at Buzz, "YOU ARE A TOY!"
Life with boys is definitely interesting! I had two brothers, so I was sort of prepared for their gross/weird habits. I am really enjoying the age that Blake and Trevor are at because they are turning into very good little thinkers.
Case in point...the other day I was playing/practicing baseball with the boys in the backyard. I am able to use their glove since my hands are freakishly small, so I was playing pitcher. Trevor hit the ball and I didn't quite move out of the way in time, I put the gloved hand down by my hip and the ball kind of glanced off it and rolled into the grass. Trevor looked at me and said in a very impressed voice, "Good job Mom! You blocked your weener!"
***I feel the need to interject that we have explained the parts of the body to him before, and even had a Family Home Evening based on the parts of the body and their purpose, but I guess with no girls around he kind of missed the point. We probably need to have another body parts FHE pretty soon.
After I composed myself I explained that girls don't have weeners. Perplexed, he looked at me and said, "So you just have one private? A bum?"
I told him to ask his dad.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Easter
Easter has once again come and gone and I am finally getting around to posting it. I am just happy I am doing it within the same month...I don't think I ever did a post about Christmas!
Easter was such a beautiful day this year, the first in several years that it was warm and sunny and not cold and rainy (or frosty). We had to celebrate with a big Easter egg hunt. We went to my parents' to watch conference (which I will confess right now I couldn't concentrate on at all and am in the process of listening to on my iTouch), and celebrate several recent birthdays. Jennifer and I made a cake while the guys were all at the Priesthood session on Saturday night. Here she is in all her glory:
The kids had a blast doing the egg hunt. The adults had a pretty good time too! My sisters and I had our menfolk (and brother David) hide the eggs while the kids were occupied. We had the kids go in shifts, sending the youngest ones out first for a few minutes and then on up the line. This way the little ones had a fighting chance of having some eggs in their baskets.
We had quite a few eggs with money in them this year, thanks to our combined spare change. In the end we took all the money and divided it equally amongst them...Kade was so thrilled to have his own bag of money and basket as you can see here:
I don't know what my problem has been the past few years with Easter, but I just haven't made it as fun as it can be. Chad doesn't really like to celebrate it, he didn't even want me to do simple baskets this year. I don't know if he was raised that way or what, but I remember really looking forward to Easter as a kid. Heck, even the years that our baskets had new socks and underwear and just a little candy were good years! With as much fun as the boys had this year I am renewed in my desire to fight Chad's "holiday miserlyhood" and make sure next year is just as fun!
Easter was such a beautiful day this year, the first in several years that it was warm and sunny and not cold and rainy (or frosty). We had to celebrate with a big Easter egg hunt. We went to my parents' to watch conference (which I will confess right now I couldn't concentrate on at all and am in the process of listening to on my iTouch), and celebrate several recent birthdays. Jennifer and I made a cake while the guys were all at the Priesthood session on Saturday night. Here she is in all her glory:
We had quite a few eggs with money in them this year, thanks to our combined spare change. In the end we took all the money and divided it equally amongst them...Kade was so thrilled to have his own bag of money and basket as you can see here:
I don't know what my problem has been the past few years with Easter, but I just haven't made it as fun as it can be. Chad doesn't really like to celebrate it, he didn't even want me to do simple baskets this year. I don't know if he was raised that way or what, but I remember really looking forward to Easter as a kid. Heck, even the years that our baskets had new socks and underwear and just a little candy were good years! With as much fun as the boys had this year I am renewed in my desire to fight Chad's "holiday miserlyhood" and make sure next year is just as fun!
Friday, April 16, 2010
Tough Guy
I am finally taking a few minutes to get pictures off my camera from the last few exciting weeks and I came across this: ***Warning***Gross...Not meant for the queasy stomach!
With so many boys running around we are bound to get some scrapes and bumps now and then. Up until now we have been really blessed to "only" have to deal with stitches a few times and a few minor surgeries. No broken bones yet, but I have a strong feeling that we are going to experience that in the next few years.
Chad took Trevor and a few young men from Church frisbee golfing about two weeks ago. Apparently, Trevor was messing around down by the pond on Hole 8 and fell over a tree or something. Chad basically told him to "walk it off" when he heard the distress calls coming from the pond. Upon seeing the copious amount of blood, one of the other boys picked him up and carried him to where Chad was. The poor kid then had to hobble around for the next ten holes because Chad didn't want to stop playing.
The other boys did a great job of looking out for him and making sure he enjoyed himself. I am so thankful to their mothers for raising them to have compassion for a six year old boy who can be a nuisance at times. They all have brothers of their own and they treated him like one (or possibly better than their own). I only hope that someone will be able to say the same of my boys someday. Chad is always saying how impressed he is by the young men in our ward, and I can see why.
The funny thing about Trevor is that he is really tough. He rarely cries over physical pain. As a baby he never cried when he got shots or hernia surgery and barely cried while getting stitches in his eyebrow. True to form, he didn't cry over this either. This picture doesn't do the gash justice, it was pretty deep and just looked painful. The other boys were impressed by his ability to control his tears...heck, I almost cried when I saw it!
About a week after he got this I had to take hydrogen peroxide and a medicine syringe and flush it out. He stood in the bathtub and let me do it, never moving his leg away and insisting on wiping the scab off with a washcloth himself. It is healing very well now and he hardly notices it anymore.
With so many boys running around we are bound to get some scrapes and bumps now and then. Up until now we have been really blessed to "only" have to deal with stitches a few times and a few minor surgeries. No broken bones yet, but I have a strong feeling that we are going to experience that in the next few years.
Chad took Trevor and a few young men from Church frisbee golfing about two weeks ago. Apparently, Trevor was messing around down by the pond on Hole 8 and fell over a tree or something. Chad basically told him to "walk it off" when he heard the distress calls coming from the pond. Upon seeing the copious amount of blood, one of the other boys picked him up and carried him to where Chad was. The poor kid then had to hobble around for the next ten holes because Chad didn't want to stop playing.
The other boys did a great job of looking out for him and making sure he enjoyed himself. I am so thankful to their mothers for raising them to have compassion for a six year old boy who can be a nuisance at times. They all have brothers of their own and they treated him like one (or possibly better than their own). I only hope that someone will be able to say the same of my boys someday. Chad is always saying how impressed he is by the young men in our ward, and I can see why.
The funny thing about Trevor is that he is really tough. He rarely cries over physical pain. As a baby he never cried when he got shots or hernia surgery and barely cried while getting stitches in his eyebrow. True to form, he didn't cry over this either. This picture doesn't do the gash justice, it was pretty deep and just looked painful. The other boys were impressed by his ability to control his tears...heck, I almost cried when I saw it!
About a week after he got this I had to take hydrogen peroxide and a medicine syringe and flush it out. He stood in the bathtub and let me do it, never moving his leg away and insisting on wiping the scab off with a washcloth himself. It is healing very well now and he hardly notices it anymore.
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