Sunday, September 25, 2011

She's a talker

So, on Wednesday I was told that my little lady is quite the talker.  Apparently when Cindy picked Evan up from the CBS nursery she was told that at one point all the other babies were sleeping except for my girl.  She was not only up, but talking so loudly that they were trying to shush her so she wouldn't wake the other babies. 

It seems that at 3.5 months Evan is already taking after her mother. 

On Thursday was another soccer practice.  There were still no tears, and I figured out that if I bribed him with fruit snacks he would stay close enough to the actual practice to look like he was doing something.  Things were looking good for his game on Saturday.

Friday night I once again spent the whole evening getting house work done, so that Saturday I could do as I pleased.  The plan worked out lovely.  Luke's game wasn't until 2, so I had the whole morning to spend with the kids.  I tried to get Luke down for a nap early so that he'd have something before his game, but he didn't end up falling asleep until 12:45 and we were supposed to be at the field by 1:30 for warm up.

Have you ever woken up a three year old way before it was time for him to get up to make him go somewhere he really doesn't want to be?

Let me save you the trouble.  It's not a pleasant experience. 

We showed up at exactly 2 and I sure did have a screaming boy in tow.  Mom, Dad, and Ashley were already there, so Ashley came over and helped me get him over to the field.  He didn't want to play.  He "just wants to watch de kids".  Oh man.  Finally we got some more fruit snacks out and bribed him that every time he got close to the ball he got a fruit snack.

You better believe that is him on the ground and me in the blue plaid running with a fruit snack.  People don't believe me when I say I don't think teams sports are our thing.  Photographic.  Proof. 

We also bribed him with ice cream during the game, and while the bribe wasn't quite as effective as we were hoping it would be, we were all hot and tired after the whole ordeal and headed to Braum's. 

He's been wanting a cone for awhile, I've always made him get a cup before.  Today I consented.  I think you can tell how that turned out. 

Early this morning, at 3:15 to be exact, I heard a "Mom?  Mom?  I coughin." with lots of the barky-croupy cough.  Not again.  Poor baby sounded like he was breathing through coffee stirrer and was so horse.  Needless to say, we skipped bible class this morning and small groups tonight, only going to service just in case he has something to spread.  I'm fairly certain this is how his allergies interact with his asthma, but you can never be to sure.  I picked him up some more allergy meds to start taking at night again, so hopefully this will be it. 

To end on a funny note, this morming both kids were sitting on my bed.  Luke had brought in some books, and he was "reading" to Evan.  It was so cute. 

Then he tried to negotiate with me.

"I want a cereal bar and Oreos for bress-fiss."
"We don't have Oreos for breakfast baby."
"Okay.  How bout 1 Oreo."
"How bout 2 Oreos."
"Okay, 3."

This kid thinks he has mad skills.

Monday, September 19, 2011

The Things He Says

Over the last few days, I've really been trying to commit all the funny little things Luke says to memory.  Except I'm terrible at that.  So, I've been making a compilation note on my phone, and I thought I would share with you some of the things he's told me of late.

- I wanna talk ta Jesus about de windmill. And the train.  And the train tracks.

-Mom, you wook coot today.

-I don't wike jew-we.  It gives me boo boos.

-Does Jesus have a house? Does he have a garage door?  Does he push da button?

-(in an incredible sing songy voice) I want some un-do-wade (lemonade). With my dinner.

-I can get up cause the sun is up!

And that sister of his?  She seems to have found some new toys.

Sorry that it's painfully obvious with one was taken with my phone and the other with the camera.  I'm wondering what's going to happen with Luke when he realizes what she is doing.  As of right now he still l-o-v-e-s her, but I have the feeling that could change once she starts playing with "his" toys.

The arms and legs of my favorite p.j.'s that Evan has seems to have shrunk on her. Why do they do that?

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Game and Wedding

So, today  was Luke's first soccer game.  I don't think I have laughed that hard in a very very long time.  Ya'll, I was crying.  It seems as though my child was the entertainment for the entire crowd.  And not on purpose.  It started out good.

We took a quick picture before he headed out to warm up, which he did willingly.  He was looking good out there, running and kicking and staying with the kids.

But then the game started.  All of the sudden he wanted nothing to do with anything.  It was the initial kick off for the game and the ball skimmed right by him, yet all he could do was stand there and watch it.  Every. Single. Kid ran by him to get the ball and there he stood.  The other team scored a goal and he still hadn't moved.  All the while I'm on the side lines screaming "MOVE IT SON!  GET THE BALL!  STAY WITH THE KIDS!"

My shouts went unheeded.  He stood there.  He wandered in the opposite direction.  He sat down the middle of the field with his arms crossed.  He stood around with his eyes shut.  Once again I was reminded of what a stubborn boy I've got, and no amount of praise/encouragement/shouting/bribing can make him do what he doesn't want to do.  Gotta love him.

After the game Dad took him home so that he could eat a quick lunch and take a nap while Mom, Evan and I went to a wedding.  My friend Sara, whom I've known since middle school, married my other friend Clint, whom I've known for even longer (and was actually in my wedding) today in such a sweet ceremony.  It was Evan's first wedding to attend, and I just LOVE the dress that she wore!

It's one of my new favorite's of hers.  I was even lucky enough to get a quick picture with the bride.

Wasn't she beautiful?!

We didn't get home until 5, and as soon as I walked in the door I got to cleaning.  I hadn't done anything all week and things had just fallen apart.  I couldn't handle it anymore.  So I cleaned for 3 hours straight and finally have everything right again.  I will sleep GOOD tonight.  Please tell me I'm not the only one who sleeps better in a clean house!

Friday, September 16, 2011

Soccer again

So, it seems like the weather listened.  The last three days have been beautiful, not getting above 75.  I was actually cold at soccer practice ya'll.  It's like I'm a real soccer mom.

Did you catch that? 

I was cold. 

On our way to practice I swung by the house and picked up Evan a pair of tights and shoes to put on her, since it didn't warm up like I thought that it would.  She already had on her little onesie with her name on it and her denim skirt, so I grabbed a pair of stripped tights and her boots.  It led to an outfit that looked like this.

How cute is she?

And the boy....I was so proud of him during practice.  When I picked him up from Cindy's things didn't look too promising.  He didn't want to go.  He didn't want to put on his shin guards.  He didn't want to do anything.  But Cindy saved the day by letting him pick out a Gatorade from the fridge (he picked Teagen's [her high school aged son] favorite color so it was doubly special) and he got to take that with him. 

(Luke is in the orange shirt)

When we first got there he was a little unsure.  He stood in the field and attempted to throw a little fit.  But one more drink of Gatorade cured that and he was ready to go.  He actually participated!  Threw the ball in, kicked it around, stayed with the kids....I was so glad that this week went a ton better than last week.  Tomorrow morning is the Striker's first game, so we'll see how it goes.  I just keep telling him "stay with the kids son.  Just stay with the kids."  That's all I really ask.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Texas heat

Dear Texas,

Congratulations.  Today you officially broke the record for the number of days with a temperature over 100 degrees.  Fan. Tastic.  It is now the hottest summer in the written history of the state.  While I can appreciate a good record breaking with the best of them, and I do love my summer, it is the middle of September and you got to 107 today.  Not cool Texas.  Not cool.



Monday, September 12, 2011

Busy Weekend

This weekend was pleasantly busy.  Friday night I got most of my house work done, leaving the rest of the time to do as we pleased.  Saturday morning the kids and I got up and had breakfast, then went over to Mom and Dad's house.  Grandy was in town (he got to go to his first Ranger's game Friday night!) so I took the kids to see him while I went and got a hair cut.

You read that right.

It hasn't been a year and I got a hair cut.  Shocking, I know. 

But I sit all day and stare at my split ends, and I'd had enough.  I was planning to only get about an inch cut off, but the lady convinced me that it was so dry and damaged that I needed more.  She ended up chopping two and a half inches off.  More than I wanted, but at least it looks nice and healthy now. 

When I got back to Mom's house we loaded the Girl and Grandy up (Luke stayed with Dad on the bribe of going to the train tracks) and hit some stores.  We took back a couple of shirts that I mistakenly thought Luke needed and got Evan a couple of new dresses, plus popped into Old Navy's baby sale.  Soon it was lunch time and nap time.  During nap I did this:

It'd been about 6 months since Daisy had a haircut, she looked TERRIBLE.  I was shocked to see some actual grey hairs on her back.  Girlfriend is getting old.

After nap time we got ready for Mikah's first birthday party and headed out.

Saturday night was exactly how my favorite night would go.  Shae had it at the park and the weather was beautiful.  My friends and I sat out side in a circle visiting while the big kids ran around like maniacs.  Luke had the best time with his buddies on the playground, I barely even saw him.  He looked so cute in his cargo shorts and Bass Pro baseball hat.  I love my little boy.  We stayed until it was dark, then came home for baths and bed. 

Sunday morning was church.  Luke went to Christian Soldier's again, although he didn't really wanted to.  But that's because he just wanted to stay and play games on all the phones.  I wasn't going to let him do that.  Then we had lunch with Mom and Dad  and Grandy, then back home long enough for a nap, only to head out again for small groups.  Once again I got to spend the evening laughing and chatting with my friends.  How did I get to be so lucky as to spend two nights in a row this way?  It's been a very long time since we'd been together, and I sure have missed them. 

Today was just a regular day at work.  The kids were extra sweet when I got home.  Dad mowed my yard and fixed my garage door.  Apparently part of it was pulling away from the garage wall.  But it's all fixed now.  There was a girl propped in my couch for awhile.

I love how Evan is just about the happiest baby I've ever met.

I've been sticking her in the bath with Luke the last couple of nights, and she thinks it is the funniest thing this side of the moon.  She just sits there and laughs and laughs.

Luke loves it too.  He laughs with her, and tries to give her his toys to play with.  It may look like she's sitting up in that picture, but if you look close, that's my hand on the back of her neck.  This was the best picture I could get with one hand on her and the other hand in the air holding the phone.
This week will be a busy one.  Hopefully I'll have time to jot some things down.

Friday, September 9, 2011

Soccer Practice

Oh dearie me.  I do believe I called this one.  I am a little over three years into this gig and sometimes I just say to myself "Nailed it."  I think we all know that Luke can be a little anti social, as evident here and here.  This was one of the reason's I was so hesitant to put him in soccer. But noooooo, Shae had to go around and talk to my mother and get them all riled up about it.  So here we are.

Guess who laid on the ground most of his first practice yelling "I want to take a nap!"

That kid.

I texted that picture to my friend, who's response was "Why is he looking at the camera like that?  It's like Children Of The Corn."  Or just a stubborn 3 year old who is good at refusing to do things.

Bless sweet Joby's heart, he tried so hard to get him involved.  Luke just wouldn't have any of it. Finally I got to the point where I told him "You have two choice: go be with the kids or get a spanking."  He made the right choice, but he sure did it as reluctantly as possible.  He is his daddy's child.  Mind you, I didn't specify that he had to participate. I'm not that naive to think I could actual make him do it, but at least he was in the general vicinity.  And I did praise him a lot for making such a good choice and staying with the kids. 

And I thanked my lucky stars it's a whole week before we have to do it again. 

Luckily this girl was still my sweet baby who was just happy to be held.

She is actually wearing a shirt that is sized 6-9 months and jeans that are sized 0-3.  Sister friend has quite the Buddha belly to cover up.  And obviously no cheeks.  That hang down to her chest.

Afterwards I took the kids to Arby's to eat, then home to bed.

As I was emailing those pictures from my phone, I found some from our sick day on Tuesday that I forgot to include 

Poor kid hasn't sat and watched cartoons in forever, but at least he had his appetite for breakfast.

When it was nap time I let Evan lay down with me.  Some how she managed to end up with her sweet little feet on me, and I just knew if I moved she would wake up.  So, darn, I just had to lay there the whole nap time too.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

3 months/3 years

This morning Luke woke up with a 101 temp and a really horsey cough.  It sounded a little too much like croup, so I called in to work and took him to the doctor at 10.  All they could really tell me was that it was probably a couple of viruses (he found some ulcers in his mouth) that would just have to run their course.  Thankfully the only symptom besides very droopy eyes was a 4  hour nap.  He was pretty much fever free by the time he got to the doctor, and he's stayed that way all day.  No more sick days for this momma! 

Now here are a few pictures from our photo appointment on Saturday. The second one is my favorite!

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Holy Crap

Unfortunately, the title of this post is exactly what is sounds like.  This morning bible class was going just as it typically does.  I'd actually gotten the kids up and out of the door with time to spare, so I swung by Starbucks on my way to kill some time and a gift card that was burning a hole in my pocket.  I got Luke to bible class, then headed up to my own.  Evan still comes with me, and I was cradling her, trying to get her to sleep before we got going too much.  We had been sitting down for about 15 minutes when she decided it was time to poop.  It was a rank one, so I immediately went to change her in the nursery.  I got about half way to the door when I realized something was off. 

There was poop everywhere.


I my lap was a stinking mess.  It was dripping off my leg onto the floor.  Sara jumped up to help me clean up a little bit, and somehow she managed to get it on her shirt. The smell was the worst thing I'd ever encountered and Sara (who has been a little under the weather this week) had to run to the bathroom gagging, all the while calling behind her "I'm sorry I'm not a good person!"

Mind you, this is in front of about 15 of my peers. 

I could have died with embarrassment, but luckily we are all pretty close.  And all have had babies.  And have all dealt with some sort of blow out.  Except this was the mother of all blow outs.  And I was that mother's mother. 

All I could carry was a clean diaper and my car keys.  I made my way down to the nursery, stripped Evan down and bagged the clothes, then just carried her to the car in a (semi) clean diaper (it had managed to get poop all over the front of it too).  Even I was gagging as I changed her.  I ran home and threw my clothes and her's straight into the washer, put fresh outfits on us both, and went back to bible class.

I'm so glad I live three minutes from the church building. 

Yes, that little girl was all kinds of rank today.  Good thing she's so cute. 

This afternoon I took the kids swimming for one last time.

(I may or may not have had a vice grip on the top of his head to keep his face going towards the camera)

It was definitely a different experience than the rest of the summer had been- the water was cold!  Usually it's been pretty lukewarm.  But we had fun, and I'm glad I got to take them one last time. 

And yesterday I got their 3 month/3 year portraits done, but it seems the c.d. got left over at Mom's house, so those will have to come another day.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Three months

 My sweet Evan, you are 3 months old today!  Little lovie lou- you have become the happiest baby I have ever seen.  You are always in such a good mood, smiling at everyone you meet.  I have no idea where you get that from.  You, my dear, have also found your voice.  And it can be a rather loud voice.  Gone are the days of the tiny newborn squeeks.  You coo and laugh and try to talk to me all the time.  Sometime even at 3 in the morning.  My favorite is when you mimick how wide my eyes get and the roundness of my mouth when we are talking. You wear a size 2 diaper and are in between your 0-3 and 3-6 month clothes.  The onesie you have on in the picture is actually a size 12 month!  I have always said that Gerber runs small, but still.  That's quite a jump.

Thankfully you are sleeping through the night more and more.  Typically you go to bed around 8 and sleep until 4 or 5, with a 3 a.m. feeding occasionally.  This means that you nurse 4 to 5 times a day, and take 2-3 bottles from your babysitter.  You are doing fantastic with your head and neck strength, so much so that I went ahead and pulled out the bumbo.  You sat in in for a minute before your head started bobbing, so we are close, but not quiet there yet.  When I pulled you out Luke just had to try it out too.

You still love baths- our showers together are getting tricky as you get bigger and bigger, and I've even stuck you in the bath with your brother.  Speaking of Luke, he l-o-v-e-s you.  Last night at church Miss Sheri was holding you in the kitchen while I ate, and he was very concerned with where you were.  "Where's my baby Evan?" he said.  And when you returned he commented "Oh, baby Evan is back!"  He wanted to hold you at bed time (which I let him), and as you rested on his lap he gave you kisses and put your paci in gently in your mouth several times.  He loved having you in the bath with him the one time I popped you in, and asked every night if you can get in too.  I hope that you and your brother always love each other, it's one thing that I tell him all the time.  We are family, and family always loves no matter what.

Another thing you have found is your fingers!  You look at them.  You suck on them.  You chew on them.  It seems like you are actually starting to prefer them over your paci.  I'm wondering if you are going to be a finger sucker like your momma. 

You are ticklish.  You are calm.  You still think getting your clothes changed is hysterycal. You aren't so snuggly, you would rather be looking at the world around you than buried in my neck.  You are loved.  You are so loved little girl.  I hope you always know that.