Even with the ugly netting I have completely enclosing my garden, they still find a way. Any other ideas?
4.24.2009
Foiled Again...
Darn Squirrels
Even with the ugly netting I have completely enclosing my garden, they still find a way. Any other ideas?
Even with the ugly netting I have completely enclosing my garden, they still find a way. Any other ideas?
4.19.2009
Social Butterfly
This kid has been growing like a weed. He is so interested in the world around him. Just making eye contact gets him to smile.
Layne got him this bouncer for Easter (meaning he brought it in from the garage on Easter day and he reminds us every day that it was a gift to Roxwell from him. Really it was from my mom to Layne when she was visiting over 5 years ago.) Roxwell loves it and the kids get a kick out of him "driving" every time he touches the steering wheel.
Patience is feeding a young baby.4.15.2009
Egg-citing Easter
Just because you say something is exciting, does that make it so?
The Easter Bunny hid the eggs two by two.
So when big brother was happy...little brother was happy.
It was fun to see the kids get excited about every silly little thing they got.
We have 8am church, so they were in the process of getting dressed during their Easter Egg Hunt.
Yes, they got bananas in their Easter Baskets. That bunny sure was thinking ahead because it is breakfast time. Layne has this quirk where he eats treats in order from least to most favorite. It must be hereditary because I vividly remember doing this as a child. He started with his M&M's and marshmallows and ended with a dried apple and strawberry. What good taste he has.
This is Brik the next morning after playing with silly putty in bed, it was stuck pretty good in the peach fuzz down his neck.
Jarom and I got to do the Narration of the Easter Cantata at church. It was a really nice program and we didn't have to deal with distracting children who ate M&M's for breakfast.
The Easter Bunny hid the eggs two by two.So when big brother was happy...little brother was happy.
It was fun to see the kids get excited about every silly little thing they got.
We have 8am church, so they were in the process of getting dressed during their Easter Egg Hunt.
Yes, they got bananas in their Easter Baskets. That bunny sure was thinking ahead because it is breakfast time. Layne has this quirk where he eats treats in order from least to most favorite. It must be hereditary because I vividly remember doing this as a child. He started with his M&M's and marshmallows and ended with a dried apple and strawberry. What good taste he has. This is Brik the next morning after playing with silly putty in bed, it was stuck pretty good in the peach fuzz down his neck.Jarom and I got to do the Narration of the Easter Cantata at church. It was a really nice program and we didn't have to deal with distracting children who ate M&M's for breakfast.
4.13.2009
Tear Stained Faces
Last Saturday the kids spent the day with their Papa. They had great fun swimming and running around the mall. There was talk of a hike and Layne was very excited to "climb a mountain." We were running out of time in the day, so we drove a mile to "CVS Mountain." Which is really just a big, steep hill behind the drug store, but the kids were none the wiser. It was a nice evening. Brik was super tired and insisted on being carried because every step he took, the loose gravel made him slip. Layne was running up and down to make sure he didn't miss anything happening at the front of the pack or the back.
It was growing dark when we turned around to go back down to the van. Papa and Layne lingered behind a rock to take care of some business while the rest of us made our way down the slippery slope. With a baby on my chest I was concentrating very hard to stay on my feet. 50 feet up the mountain Layne was on his face...wailing...bleeding. Papa told him not to run. There were big rocks everywhere that could break open a face pretty good. He looked like a mess with blood and dirt everywhere, his lip was swollen and papa being serious for the moment. This could be bad. Nobody wanted to carry him, but he hobbled down and papa could still make him laugh.
Another happening last week, I was making a quick stop at Superstition Ranch Market to pick up some items for my class. Layne was at school so I only had Brik and Roxwell. As we crossed the parking lot Brik fell, scraping his hands and arm and picking up a lot of dirt. This is pretty typical and only mention it because the dirt plays into the main event.
This market is crazy busy all the time, the aisles are always congested with shoppers and the pitiful little carts they have. Roxwell is not big enough to sit up, so he was in his carrier on top of the cart. I was tearing off a bag from the roll when I turned to see a store worker nearby making a lunge for my cart as it falls over on it's side. The baby carrier slides off the handle and the cart's fall is broken by the three year old who was just trying to get a better view of our vegetables in our basket by stepping up on the side.
Now I have two screaming kids and have created quite a scene. People are crowded around as I pick up my children and check them for injuries. Luckily the baby was still buckled so there were no bumps, just a sharp jolt that has scared him. Brik didn't know why he was crying, which means he was just upset about what he had done. With everybody looking and asking us if everything was okay, Brik was embarrassed so he covers his face with his hands. Now the dirt mixes in with the tears and makes him look like quite a wreck, which reminds me -- It could have been a lot worse.
It was growing dark when we turned around to go back down to the van. Papa and Layne lingered behind a rock to take care of some business while the rest of us made our way down the slippery slope. With a baby on my chest I was concentrating very hard to stay on my feet. 50 feet up the mountain Layne was on his face...wailing...bleeding. Papa told him not to run. There were big rocks everywhere that could break open a face pretty good. He looked like a mess with blood and dirt everywhere, his lip was swollen and papa being serious for the moment. This could be bad. Nobody wanted to carry him, but he hobbled down and papa could still make him laugh.
Once he was cleaned up he was left with a nice scrape on his knee, small cut on his lip and scratches under his nose. This lesson was learned at a blue light special price. Just enough of a consequence to make him think, but no medical attention needed. I talked to him about being grateful that he is only a little hurt, but he wanted to go to the hospital (opposed to going home to bed) I explained they would stick needles in him there and it would not be fun, I'm not sure what he was picturing. It could have been a lot worse.
Another happening last week, I was making a quick stop at Superstition Ranch Market to pick up some items for my class. Layne was at school so I only had Brik and Roxwell. As we crossed the parking lot Brik fell, scraping his hands and arm and picking up a lot of dirt. This is pretty typical and only mention it because the dirt plays into the main event.This market is crazy busy all the time, the aisles are always congested with shoppers and the pitiful little carts they have. Roxwell is not big enough to sit up, so he was in his carrier on top of the cart. I was tearing off a bag from the roll when I turned to see a store worker nearby making a lunge for my cart as it falls over on it's side. The baby carrier slides off the handle and the cart's fall is broken by the three year old who was just trying to get a better view of our vegetables in our basket by stepping up on the side.
Now I have two screaming kids and have created quite a scene. People are crowded around as I pick up my children and check them for injuries. Luckily the baby was still buckled so there were no bumps, just a sharp jolt that has scared him. Brik didn't know why he was crying, which means he was just upset about what he had done. With everybody looking and asking us if everything was okay, Brik was embarrassed so he covers his face with his hands. Now the dirt mixes in with the tears and makes him look like quite a wreck, which reminds me -- It could have been a lot worse.4.10.2009
Subconscious/Conscious
Dreamland
I am a big advocate for sleeping through the night. If I wake up, it takes hours for me to get back to sleep. My kids and my husband know—don’t wake mom. Layne woke up a few nights ago, crying and crying. Jarom is a heavy sleeper, so if I want the crying to stop I have to take care of it. Usually it goes “you woke me up, you are being too loud. I am tired and going back to bed.” Enough said with Brik, but Layne has a reason. Usually he has wet the bed and can’t find clean underwear –something simple.
“There is a scorpion in my room!”
As my eyes scan the room, I ask “where did you see it?
“I had a dream that a big scorpion was trying to sting me and when I woke up, I saw a scorpion shadow on my blanket.”
I was relieved, well, kinda. Still a bit nervous that a scorpion might be lurking around, I climbed in his bed. We talked about dreams and about learning about scorpions in school. Shame, Mrs. Moore, shame, shame, shame. We talked some more about what to do if he saw a scorpion for real and not just a shadow. About cleaning up his clothes so a scorpion wouldn’t have so many places to hide and closing the door when he goes outside so a scorpion doesn’t get in. (Trying to get a little cooperation out of all of this.)
Fast forward three nights. There I was at the spa (which looked exactly like the showers at LA Fitness) with my friend Melissa. We are having a conversation while she pets the 9 inch scorpion that has climbed onto her shoulder. It was red with some kind of logo stamped on it’s back. I was apprehensive about it, but Melissa pointed out “It hasn’t stung me yet.” DING DONG.
Apparently my dim-witted subconscious that creatively creates my first spa experience setting in my gym’s locker room, can’t figure out how a doorbell plays into the whole scene. Now somewhat conscious, I mumble to my groggy husband “Did I hear the doorbell?” It rings again, followed by very loud knocking. That brave guy marched himself out of bed to get the door while I was trying to comprehend what someone could possibly need so badly at 2 am. I hear Jarom rattling off some police code and it all falls into place. When he forgets to sign off with dispatch they have to contact him to make sure he is safe.
Just keeping with this week’s theme; It Could Have Been A Lot Worse! More on that later.
That's right-- a cliffhanger!
I am a big advocate for sleeping through the night. If I wake up, it takes hours for me to get back to sleep. My kids and my husband know—don’t wake mom. Layne woke up a few nights ago, crying and crying. Jarom is a heavy sleeper, so if I want the crying to stop I have to take care of it. Usually it goes “you woke me up, you are being too loud. I am tired and going back to bed.” Enough said with Brik, but Layne has a reason. Usually he has wet the bed and can’t find clean underwear –something simple.
“There is a scorpion in my room!”
As my eyes scan the room, I ask “where did you see it?
“I had a dream that a big scorpion was trying to sting me and when I woke up, I saw a scorpion shadow on my blanket.”
I was relieved, well, kinda. Still a bit nervous that a scorpion might be lurking around, I climbed in his bed. We talked about dreams and about learning about scorpions in school. Shame, Mrs. Moore, shame, shame, shame. We talked some more about what to do if he saw a scorpion for real and not just a shadow. About cleaning up his clothes so a scorpion wouldn’t have so many places to hide and closing the door when he goes outside so a scorpion doesn’t get in. (Trying to get a little cooperation out of all of this.)
Fast forward three nights. There I was at the spa (which looked exactly like the showers at LA Fitness) with my friend Melissa. We are having a conversation while she pets the 9 inch scorpion that has climbed onto her shoulder. It was red with some kind of logo stamped on it’s back. I was apprehensive about it, but Melissa pointed out “It hasn’t stung me yet.” DING DONG.
Apparently my dim-witted subconscious that creatively creates my first spa experience setting in my gym’s locker room, can’t figure out how a doorbell plays into the whole scene. Now somewhat conscious, I mumble to my groggy husband “Did I hear the doorbell?” It rings again, followed by very loud knocking. That brave guy marched himself out of bed to get the door while I was trying to comprehend what someone could possibly need so badly at 2 am. I hear Jarom rattling off some police code and it all falls into place. When he forgets to sign off with dispatch they have to contact him to make sure he is safe.
Just keeping with this week’s theme; It Could Have Been A Lot Worse! More on that later.
That's right-- a cliffhanger!
4.05.2009
The Lap of Luxury
Every house I remember living in has had three bathrooms. Most of my childhood I had a bathroom of my own with access from my own room. I admit, I live a privileged life. From the time I had kids big enough to toilet themselves, I have realized the luxury three bathrooms would provide.
A guest bathroom for overnight guests to have privacy and where day time guests can use the toilet without me having to think about what the kids have done in there.
A guest bathroom for overnight guests to have privacy and where day time guests can use the toilet without me having to think about what the kids have done in there.
A master oasis, where I have plenty of space to enjoy a quiet, relaxing shower and face/hair prep. And where my soaps, lotions, powders and glosses remain untampered by little fingers in their bottles and tubes.
And a fully functioning kids domain where they can wash their own hands and I do not have to witness the mess on an hour by hour basis.
My mom will attest, from her scrubbing toothpaste scum from my sink and removing the massive clumps of hair plugging my shower drain straight through high school, I am terrible at keeping up a clean bathroom. Now with three I have my work cut out for me.
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