"I wub you up to Heben."
Translation: I love you up to Heaven.
Melts my heart!
A few weeks ago Brenna told me she loved me up to the sky and I responded that I loved her up to the moon. She told me with a very disappointed face that, "the moon is down". I had no idea what she meant or why my response was so upsetting to her until I relayed our conversation to Brian later. He told me that the night before they had talked about how the moon comes up at night and goes down during the day. It was the wrong time to be loved up to the moon.
Well, now I know.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
They Say You Never Forget How to Ride a Bike
They lied.Brian went to the emergency room today to have his elbow stitched up. Fun stuff.
Monday, April 20, 2009
It's Good to Be Home
Going to the grocery store with three kids is really not as hard as people seem to think. It’s certainly not as fast as going by myself, but it’s absolutely doable. I wear Isaac in a sling, Brenna goes in the cart and Nathan walks. It’s easy, really.
Today, I forgot Isaac’s sling.
Dumb, Dumb, Dumb.
We got to Trader Joe’s and I realized we were in trouble. I thought maybe I could lay him across the seat on a blanket, the other two would walk, and all would be good. It was good. For about 4½ seconds. Brenna is a toddler. She toddles. Toddling is s l o w. So 4½ seconds in, when I stopped the cart for the first time, Isaac started screaming. And didn’t stop for the rest of our trip. So out of the cart comes Isaac. And promptly barfs over my shoulder, down my back and all over the floor. Clean it up. It would be great to put Brenna in the cart, but I can’t because I’m holding Isaac. And while I have, on occasion, let Nathan hold Isaac while standing, I wasn’t going to do it in TJ’s on the concrete floor while he’s screaming.
So off we go, I’m holding a screaming Isaac and the shopping list in one hand and pushing the cart with the other, Nathan (my rule follower) has a hand on the cart and is continually pushing it to the side, and Brenna is somewhere behind us. Thank goodness the store was pretty empty!
So we make a beeline for the snack/sample area. Usually I grab a little bitty cup of coffee and it does this frazzled mama a world of good. I decided against it today. Get the kids their snacks. It was cereal. The kind that is really small and actually needs a spoon. Alrighty then. So now my kids are moving at about a snail’s pace. I’m ashamed to say that at one point Brenna dropped a little bit on the floor and I told her to leave it; there was no way I was able to deal with it, and besides, I already cleaned the floor once this trip.
Here is the transcript of about two minutes of our morning at Trader Joe’s:
“It’s okay, Isaac”
“Nathan, stop pushing the cart”
“Come on, Brenna”
“You’re okay, Isaac”
“Nathan, let go of the cart, you keep pushing it”
“Brenna, where are you? Come here, Brenna”
“Nathan, please don’t stand in front of the cart while we’re moving”
“Brenna, come on, baby”
“Nathan, we’re turning. Nathan, we’re turning! NATHAN! MOVE!” (sometimes you gotta keep it simple!)
“Isaac, I’ve got you. It’s okay.”
“See that cashier with no people? GO!”
Today, I forgot Isaac’s sling.
Dumb, Dumb, Dumb.
We got to Trader Joe’s and I realized we were in trouble. I thought maybe I could lay him across the seat on a blanket, the other two would walk, and all would be good. It was good. For about 4½ seconds. Brenna is a toddler. She toddles. Toddling is s l o w. So 4½ seconds in, when I stopped the cart for the first time, Isaac started screaming. And didn’t stop for the rest of our trip. So out of the cart comes Isaac. And promptly barfs over my shoulder, down my back and all over the floor. Clean it up. It would be great to put Brenna in the cart, but I can’t because I’m holding Isaac. And while I have, on occasion, let Nathan hold Isaac while standing, I wasn’t going to do it in TJ’s on the concrete floor while he’s screaming.
So off we go, I’m holding a screaming Isaac and the shopping list in one hand and pushing the cart with the other, Nathan (my rule follower) has a hand on the cart and is continually pushing it to the side, and Brenna is somewhere behind us. Thank goodness the store was pretty empty!
So we make a beeline for the snack/sample area. Usually I grab a little bitty cup of coffee and it does this frazzled mama a world of good. I decided against it today. Get the kids their snacks. It was cereal. The kind that is really small and actually needs a spoon. Alrighty then. So now my kids are moving at about a snail’s pace. I’m ashamed to say that at one point Brenna dropped a little bit on the floor and I told her to leave it; there was no way I was able to deal with it, and besides, I already cleaned the floor once this trip.
Here is the transcript of about two minutes of our morning at Trader Joe’s:
“It’s okay, Isaac”
“Nathan, stop pushing the cart”
“Come on, Brenna”
“You’re okay, Isaac”
“Nathan, let go of the cart, you keep pushing it”
“Brenna, where are you? Come here, Brenna”
“Nathan, please don’t stand in front of the cart while we’re moving”
“Brenna, come on, baby”
“Nathan, we’re turning. Nathan, we’re turning! NATHAN! MOVE!” (sometimes you gotta keep it simple!)
“Isaac, I’ve got you. It’s okay.”
“See that cashier with no people? GO!”
Friday, April 17, 2009
High Fashion
You know what I love about four year old girls? Their fashion sense! I have a dear friend whose daughter makes me laugh every Sunday when I see what she’s chosen to wear to church. I’ve often commented to my friend that she ought to keep a camera outside her daughter’s bedroom door and take a picture every day of what she comes out in.
So you can understand my excitement when my daughter left the house looking like this:
So you can understand my excitement when my daughter left the house looking like this:
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Oops.
You'll NEVER guess how this happened:
Man, our carpet is gross. This beautiful embellishment is right inside the front door to greet any visitors to our humble (and getting humbler) home! And to you problem solvers: it is not in a place that can be covered. Trust me, I tried to figure out a way.
Man, our carpet is gross. This beautiful embellishment is right inside the front door to greet any visitors to our humble (and getting humbler) home! And to you problem solvers: it is not in a place that can be covered. Trust me, I tried to figure out a way.
Friday, April 10, 2009
All Boy
Right now I'm watching Nathan writhe around on the floor in the throes of death. I have no idea what he's dying of, but there are a popsicle stick sword and and an acorn involved. Also, much moaning and groaning and flailing. It's a slow death. Oops, I guess death is overrated; moving on to piracy.
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