09 August 2014
Connor was here.
My friend has an ongoing segment on her blog called, "Max was here," where where she shows funny pictures of the evidence where her cute toddler has been. For example, she found a toy train in her gas compartment of her car or a stack of toilet paper in the bathroom. I, too, find interesting evidence that Connor has been in a room. Like a clogged toilet full of way too much toilet paper (and way too much poo). Tonight, I was unclogging my second toilet for the day (Connor does NOT need help wiping his bum, nope!), Randy was with Andrew fishing, Joshy was on baby duty to keep him from "helping" me unclog the toilet. The toilet was particularly difficult to unclog, it took me some time. During the process, out of the corner of my eye I see Connor running into the house from the front door. I thought I saw that he was naked from the bottom down, but I didn't take the time to investigate. When I was finished cleaning up the toilet, I check on Connor. He is in the bathroom with poo down his legs and has a verrrry long strip of toilet paper. I lecture him on the proper use of toilet paper, demonstrate how long it should be, throw him in the bath and get him ready for bed. He needs his "Lamby" to sleep with. I remember seeing it in the backyard on the lawn. I go to get it, but it's not there. I ask Connor if he knows where it is. He says, "It's at the neighbor's." I remember the time earlier that evening of him running into the house. I go to the neighbor's front yard. No Lamby, but I do see something on their lawn. Connor's poopy shorts and underwear. Connor was here. Still investigating if Lamby made it into their house, it's still missing.
08 August 2014
Updates
I haven't done one of these in a long time and I need to do. I'm lamenting that I don't take enough pictures or capture all the cute things the boys say.
Jacob: He learns a new word, it seems, on a daily basis. He'll be a talker like Joshy was. His first word was Mama, but a close second was Daddy. He can also say, no ("nooooo!), Connor ("Co!"), popsicle, popcorn, hot, baba, milk, "mine!!". He thinks he's a big boy, follows his brothers around. He loves to cuddle. He has a hard time going to the nursery or the babysitting at the gym. I tell the teachers that he'll do best if he can have some cuddle time first thing. When I pick him up from his crib after nappping, he pats me on the back and gives me a kiss or two (or twenty). He's a very nice baby. Doesn't complain. Goes with the flow. Sleeps wherever and whenever when we're out and about. He loves dogs, squeals and screeches whenever he sees one. He insists on feeding himself, the food doesn't always make the mark. He's happiest when he's filthy, covered in dirt.
Connor: If it's quiet, he's making a mess. I've nicknamed him "Bam Bam" because he is all over the place, wreaking havoc on anything he touches. He is all boy. He climbs, jumps, builds, smashes. He has learned the art of splitting brother against brother. He always sides with big brother Andrew. He can't stand it when we're mad at him. He hates being in trouble. He's in trouble a lot. I'm too soft on him, though, because he's so sweet and kind. He brings me flowers. Tells me I'm a "good boy." He wanders off by himself into his own world, I can see his mouth moving, talking to himself, pretending he's fighting off bad guys. He loves Curious George and Ninjago. He changes his outfits multiple times a day. He prefers to wear jammies.
Joshy: He's two years younger than Andrew, but I treat him almost as his equal. He picks up on things quick. He is my best helper. It's best to keep him busy because he's also my best trouble maker. He loves to write stories and draw pictures. He says he wants to be an author someday. He likes to play chess. He also likes to watch Barbie, My Little Pony, and Strawberry Shortcake. He needs a lot of attention and often will say or do things to get it. He loves to fish with his dad and brothers. He loves to ride his bike. He keeps his treasures packed nice and neat. He loves to show them to anyone interested. He collects coins like his daddy.
Andrew: He's filling out and getter taller by the nanosecond. He can eat a Big Mac and still need more food. He loves to eat. He loves to laugh. He loves to tease. He is a good big brother, they all worship him. He is the peace keeper in the family. He is just a nice person to be around. He bore his testimony in church a few weeks ago. It was short and sincere. He is confident and secure with himself. He was picked to be in a play at the museum - they do "participlays" every day in the summer - and I'm amazed at his natural abilities to be "in character." It's fun to watch him. He keeps a low profile in the house. He knows if he stays out of sight, he won't be put to work. He's learned to work first, then play. A quality I wish I had. The boys have daily chores and Andrew will set his alarm for 7 am, get his chores done first thing so the rest of the day he can do what he wants. We rode scooters to the school yesterday, which was fine going downhill, but the uphill was brutal. Andrew said, "I just told myself to keep going because then it would be over faster."
I am proud of all my boys. They are amazing people.
Jacob: He learns a new word, it seems, on a daily basis. He'll be a talker like Joshy was. His first word was Mama, but a close second was Daddy. He can also say, no ("nooooo!), Connor ("Co!"), popsicle, popcorn, hot, baba, milk, "mine!!". He thinks he's a big boy, follows his brothers around. He loves to cuddle. He has a hard time going to the nursery or the babysitting at the gym. I tell the teachers that he'll do best if he can have some cuddle time first thing. When I pick him up from his crib after nappping, he pats me on the back and gives me a kiss or two (or twenty). He's a very nice baby. Doesn't complain. Goes with the flow. Sleeps wherever and whenever when we're out and about. He loves dogs, squeals and screeches whenever he sees one. He insists on feeding himself, the food doesn't always make the mark. He's happiest when he's filthy, covered in dirt.
Connor: If it's quiet, he's making a mess. I've nicknamed him "Bam Bam" because he is all over the place, wreaking havoc on anything he touches. He is all boy. He climbs, jumps, builds, smashes. He has learned the art of splitting brother against brother. He always sides with big brother Andrew. He can't stand it when we're mad at him. He hates being in trouble. He's in trouble a lot. I'm too soft on him, though, because he's so sweet and kind. He brings me flowers. Tells me I'm a "good boy." He wanders off by himself into his own world, I can see his mouth moving, talking to himself, pretending he's fighting off bad guys. He loves Curious George and Ninjago. He changes his outfits multiple times a day. He prefers to wear jammies.
Joshy: He's two years younger than Andrew, but I treat him almost as his equal. He picks up on things quick. He is my best helper. It's best to keep him busy because he's also my best trouble maker. He loves to write stories and draw pictures. He says he wants to be an author someday. He likes to play chess. He also likes to watch Barbie, My Little Pony, and Strawberry Shortcake. He needs a lot of attention and often will say or do things to get it. He loves to fish with his dad and brothers. He loves to ride his bike. He keeps his treasures packed nice and neat. He loves to show them to anyone interested. He collects coins like his daddy.
Andrew: He's filling out and getter taller by the nanosecond. He can eat a Big Mac and still need more food. He loves to eat. He loves to laugh. He loves to tease. He is a good big brother, they all worship him. He is the peace keeper in the family. He is just a nice person to be around. He bore his testimony in church a few weeks ago. It was short and sincere. He is confident and secure with himself. He was picked to be in a play at the museum - they do "participlays" every day in the summer - and I'm amazed at his natural abilities to be "in character." It's fun to watch him. He keeps a low profile in the house. He knows if he stays out of sight, he won't be put to work. He's learned to work first, then play. A quality I wish I had. The boys have daily chores and Andrew will set his alarm for 7 am, get his chores done first thing so the rest of the day he can do what he wants. We rode scooters to the school yesterday, which was fine going downhill, but the uphill was brutal. Andrew said, "I just told myself to keep going because then it would be over faster."
I am proud of all my boys. They are amazing people.
11 July 2014
04 July 2014
30 June 2014
Pitstop
What a difference this move was! We had professional movers to pack and load our things. The hospital paid for hotel stays and meals. Lake Tahoe just so happened to be on the direct route to Utah, so we stayed at a hotel on the beach a couple nights. It was a lovely trip.
10 May 2014
13 April 2014
Yoda's Mud-pie Kitchen
We're revamping our lackluster backyard into a more useable, kid-friendly space. First on the list, a mud-pie kitchen. Josh said it's his dream come true and has left it only to eat, sleep, and go to church. We used the existing junk that we inherited when we rented this house. I got the housewares from Goodwill and I'm in love with some of the vintage pieces I found. Welcome to Yoda's Mud-pie Kitchen.
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| Never mind the naked feral child. |
30 March 2014
#3 and #4
These two get along so well and I hope they'll be close like Andrew & Josh are close.
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| Jacob 15 mos. Connor 3 yrs |
I don't even know what to say
Maybe someday he'll stop making this face. Or maybe it'll get stuck that way.
Little League
Little boys in their Little League uniforms. Is there anything more handsome? Makes my heart skip a beat.
East Sac Little League. Andrew: AA Yankees, Josh: A Cubs
12 February 2014
Our cute East Sac Home
I'll miss the community. We were able to jump right in with our boys playing sports and going to school in East Sac.
I'll miss the train, the Union Pacific, that runs less than a block away from our house. When all is quiet in the night, you can hear it running, it's a comforting sound.
I will miss the trees. Sacramento is nicknamed "The City of Trees" for good reason. They're huge and old and everywhere. I am definitely a tree person.
I'll miss the weather. Oh man, I'll miss the weather! The fall began in September and lasted until November. It was a grey, dry December. Then the daffodils and crocuses started blooming in January! January! We got the crisp air and autumn colors and the fresh green and blooming things without enduring the cold, snow, or inversion. Sign me up, I'll take it!
I'll miss the oranges. We had our very own orange tree in the backyard. It had green oranges when we moved here in June. We harvested after Christmas. And now we're enjoying the sweet blossoms. There's about a thousand bees buzzing around it. Randy made lots and lots of fresh squeezed o.j. for us.
I'll miss our ward. They march to the beat of their own drum, but they're tightly knit and so used to each other that they operate more like family than acquaintances. It took some getting used to. I didn't quite get it at first, but the more I get to know them, the more I am humbled. I will miss Marcia McAllister, Patti Underwood, Brother Underwood, the "Lentsch" mob, Christina Barnett, Alicia Brazell, David who reminds us that "you got 5 minutes" in Sunday school, the Carters, the Fellissinas, Jane Hudgins, Maricella Lopez. Just thinking about leaving and most likely not seeing them again breaks my heart.
I will miss the missionaries. We had them over for dinner each month. They typically were assigned to our ward for 6 months, so we got to know them pretty well by the end of their time here. I loved the spirit that was in our home when they came, you could feel their strength. I think missionaries are some of the most celestial people here on earth. They are sheltered from media and outside influences and can focus 100% on serving.
I will miss our neighbors, the Haskins. The kids ran in and out of our houses. Jenny and I let them run feral in our backyards. My boys were never lonely for friends and they got along really well.
I think most of all, I will miss the simplicity of this year. We didn't have a lot of money. We spent a lot of time together as a family. It was just an easy, happy year. I think we'll look back on it as a dream. I loved being in a place, knowing we only had a year. It made me love easier. We made good friends, lifelong friends.
07 February 2014
Birthday #36
My boys are sweet. They made me a birthday breakfast. I think they were inspired by this book. Buttered toast, chocolate milk, frosted graham crackers and cilantro. All my favorite foods. For breakfast.
The breakfast came with notes and an origami tulip (my favorite flower). Here is the note from Josh (I guess I deserve the "mean" part): "Mom is awesome! Mom is fun and nice. My Mom is the best Mom in the world. Mom is very very very nice. She is very fun. Mom is the best. She is nice. I love my Mom. But sometimes she is mean. But I still love her."
The breakfast came with notes and an origami tulip (my favorite flower). Here is the note from Josh (I guess I deserve the "mean" part): "Mom is awesome! Mom is fun and nice. My Mom is the best Mom in the world. Mom is very very very nice. She is very fun. Mom is the best. She is nice. I love my Mom. But sometimes she is mean. But I still love her."
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