Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
PS: Happy Birthday hubby! Thanks so much for providing so I can stay home - without you I wouldn't even be a mom. I love you (even if you are all old now, ha ha)
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
note: the banner uses photoshop brushes (the silhouette shapes- you didn't think I drew those myself did you?) I downloaded from here and here
Thursday, June 25, 2009
I do declare, this is the most fun I've had in ages
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
after eating- "look mommy, I can wipe my hands with my tongue!"
when asked if she would like more little siblings- "yes. We need to get another big tummy for you."
after I told the kids how much I love them- "where are you going?"
To her baby Tad talking doll thing as we got ready for bed- "shhh, jackie and Sophie are sleeping." when Tad, on a timed response said "let's play"- "NO! I don't want to play with you!"
getting out of the bathtub, and no, I have no idea what this means- "why does the hair stick on it when the hot water makes me itch?"
Another mystery comment- "I love it! I love sandwich and pretzels and bacon."
To Sophie in the car- "You don't talk much, do you?"
After seeing her Rocket doll, which was very grudgingly given to Jack, under his bed- "Rocket, you're ok! Jack, you have to stop hurting Rocket, he's not yours."
at breakfast, which as usual was blueberries and waffles- "mommy, can I have more blueberries?" me "no sweetie, that's all for now." Izzy- "ok, Then it's waffle time!"
when playing on the couch (this is said EVERY day)- "c'mon, Jack! Let's jump off and hurt ourselves!"
And the highlight of my week:
after bumping into me getting in the car- "watch where you're going with your shiny new butt."
note: this is the Rounders template, and I used this guide to make it into three columns
Monday, June 22, 2009
By the way, Happy 5 months, little girlie! And happy 21 months to Jack! And I guess happy 3 years 3 months to Isabelle. Phew
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
note: Me and technology are not so close. So when I want to try and be part of some magical online community and participate in a meme, I don't really know how to go about it. But I found this button, so I'm forging ahead anyway, even if I link back to nowhere and this whole thing is embarassing.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
I try to keep it reasonably neat, of course, but with two small children fighting against me, the toys all over wins out over having the toys in their bins. So I usually reserve my picking up for bedtime, when I am guaranteed the tidyness lasting at least through the night. But every once in a while, I just can't stand it anymore, and I clean up during the day:
Isn't it beautiful? It is so much easier to relax in a room that isn't filled with clutter. So peaceful. However, that peace is fleeting. If I bother to leave the room or turn my back for even a minute:
Thursday, June 4, 2009
On an entirely unrelated note - how do you introduce yourself to a three year old? I feel a little weird asking someone who can barely speak sensibly to call me Mrs Johnson - it has a lot of syllables, plus it seems so formal, like I should also shake hands, which rarely works, as most toddlers are lousy at etiquette. So I usually just introduce myself as Kate. And I’m fine with them calling me by my first name, up to a point. I feel like at a certain age (seven?), then respect and courtesy dictate that I be called Mrs. Johnson. Which is fine for new friends, but what about kids who have known me since they were three and are used to calling me Kate? And while I also sometimes just introduce myself as Izzy’s mommy, that doesn’t really designate me much of my own identity, and could be confusing (not to mention time consuming) if I start saying I’m Izzy, jack and Sophie’s mommy. Of course, this could be the most ridiculous problem ever, since we all know toddlers don’t listen to grown ups anyway.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
I missed taping the first ten mintues or so, as well as the shrieks of glee and intense giggling that accompanied it, but I think you get the gist. They were still going another ten mintes later, albeit in a more silent, committed fashion:
I just love how they keep going and going like they are unable to stop - they no longer look so excited or really like they're having any fun at all, and yet they continue the game. So dutiful.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
There is a fabulous word out there for women who harshly judge other's parenting styles. It is The Sanctimommy. (Take a minute to read the post at the link cause it's great). Also in regards to the 2nd comment (at the above link) about bed head - not that I disagree with the frustrations of seeing kids who have clearly never met a brush, and not that I don't understand parents who pick their battles and decide that tangled hair ins't as important as wearing shoes. But there is also a small percentage out there who have neither ignored the snarls nor given up the fight. My daughter constantly has "crazy hair" because she just has crazy hair. I brush it, I don't brush it, there is no difference. She has a weird growth pattern and some is really curly and some is only a little curly and it just goes all over. So please forgive us parents who are actually trying to groom our children but who may not be able to wrestle nature into submission. I am dying to get her into ponytails as a way of taming the beast.