Monday, December 31, 2012

This year is over.

I finally just downloaded all the pictures from all the Christmases off the big camera.  It was roughly 250 pictures.


For the next week there will probably be a lot of pictures coming at you with very little words as I try to document them day by day.... You've been warned.

But for now I'm overwhelmed and tired.  Trying not to be bitter at all the people celebrating a new year and all of it's new possibilities with the loves of their lives as I sit here fresh off a breakup with the manfriend.  Sorry, just being honest. 

So I'll leave you with the one rocking picture from the hoppin' evening at the Carver house.

That tray has hot apple cider and lime/salt pop corn (omg, it's amazing) with The Fox and The Hound playing. I let my little man stay up with me a little later than normal. He's funny though. I would try to cuddle with him, lean up and put my head on him, and he would inch away from me, not ever taking his eyes off the tv.  Dude's not a cuddler.

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Merry Christmas Ya'll!

From my family to yours, I hope that God blesses you and provides for you richly, in ways that can only be recognized as coming from Him.  Merry Christmas!

Wednesday, December 19, 2012


Back in this post I asked a couple of questions...I'm happy to report I've got a couple of answers.

In regards to Luke's water-in-the-eyes phobia, someone had suggested letting him take a shower. I'd tried the shower thing before, but it was a giant flop because I couldn't get him to tilt his head back far enough to get his whole head wet without it running in his eyes. But, that was a while ago and I wondered if time had matured him. The first time we tried it again last week, it was met with the same screaming and crying and clawing. Eventually, after chanting "Just trust me. Dude. Just trust me." enough we got through the shower and he almost immediately said "Oh. That wasn't so bad."

Really, son.

He's been taking a shower every night since, and it's getting better.  Now if I could just get him to scrub his own head.

As for Evan and her ever disappearing earrings, the answer was screw backs.  My grandmother had bought her some nice pearl earrings for her birthday and I'd forgotten that those were screw backs. I ordered some silver studs from Amazon (the kind that covers the post totally so it's not poking her) and stuck the pearls on her in the mean time. The ear she kept yanking on doesn't appear to have gotten more infected, the new little CZ studs look darling on her, and the pearl ones survived their week of wear.

The scowl picture of Luke went over well on Facebook. So much so that I'm waiting for some internet meme to pop up with his face.

It was the alternator. Yay. But God has put some amazing people in my life. I'll leave it at that.

This morning as I was getting ready for work, I kept hearing a little voice. I figured it was Luke and sure enough, I poked my head into his room and he was just laying there in bed talking to himself. I sat down with him and we visited for a minute, but I guess our voices woke Evan up because soon there was a "Mum? Mum? MUM." coming from the next room.  I went in to get her and she was standing at the end of the crib waiting for me.  Before I could even pick her up she started patting her head.  I asked her if she had a boo boo and kissed it. She shook her head no, kept patting it, and said "Hat. Hat. Hat."


All right then.

The only hat she has is her little owl beanie. We went and got it off her bow board (where I keep it clothes pinned), asking her if she wanted to wear it.  She nodded yes.

She wore it the rest of the morning until they left with their grandmother for the day.
And yes. Luke has a navy and green one to match.

Monday, December 17, 2012

Beginning of Chirstmas

This weekend was a BUSY one.  Thursday Ashley came over and stayed with the kids since Cindy had to go out of town to get her oldest from Virginia.  Luke actually woke up before his sister did, so we spent a few minutes sitting under a blanket in the glow of the Christmas tree while we waited for Ashley to get there.

Now that's a pretty darn good way to start a day.

Friday night the kids spent the night at Mom and Dad's because it was the company Christmas party!  We all look forward to this all year long.  And let me tell you, it did not disappoint.  Being a tech company that doesn't really have customers come into the office, we are allowed to dress very casually.  So, Carrie and I (she's the owner, a friend, and the only other woman in the office) like to have everyone get all gussied up for a fun night out.  It was cocktail attire at the country club, and like last year, it was a casino theme with games.  So fun.


I'm sorry to say I didn't get even one picture with my camera, I was too busy chatting and playing and taking advantage of an open bar.  BUT, several weeks ago when I bought my dress, I tried it on at home for approval from the girlfriends.

It was a big hit that night. Imagine it with fancy makeup and hot rolled hair. 

Saturday was Christmas with Dad's side of the family.  Luke had a great time opening some of his presents and "helping" others open theirs.  He tried to "help" his sister a few times, but she gets the concept of opening presents more than he did at this age, so she doesn't really need help.

She found a pen and some paper and was scribbling away. I got a ton of pictures on my big camera, but that's at home. On the camera.

Sunday was church, nap, and then the candlelight service in the evening.  That's where the trouble began. 

Evan's Sunday morning bed head. I can't get enough of her.

I went to turn on the car so we could go to the candlelight service, and it had trouble turning over. It took a minute, but I got it to start.  Then at the stop light at the end of our subdivision, the radio randomly turned off.  Halfway up the street (I live VERY close to the church building) the clock, all the back lights on the dash/console, and the headlights started to slowly dim to off. Right about the time we were pulling into the parking lot, all the little icons on the dash board started to blink- the airbags, over drive, seat belt, etc.  I coasted into a parking spot and turned the car off.  Just for kicks, I tried to start it again.  It didn't eve turn over.


We went in, I found Dad, told him what all happened, and he left to go get the battery charger and hooked it up for me. After the service and the pasta dinner that was served, he switched the car seats to their car so that they could take it in for me this morning.  They let me take their car home and to work today.  I am so so so very blessed to have such giving parents.  There is absolutely no way I could survive being a single mom without them.  They go way above and beyond to help take care of me and my babies. I can only hope that I am able to repay them one day for all that they do.  So thankful that God blessed me with them.

And now lets all pray that it's just a wire that got loose when I got the oil and some belts changed on Saturday instead of something like the alternator, mkay?

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Photo dump

Ready for a photo dump? I brought my laptop over to Mom and Dad's for Christmas with my dad's side of the family and I got some pictures from Dad's camera, as well as put some from my camera on here.  Sorry for the back log of pictures, since I've already blogged about (most) of these instances.
Going to see Santa.  I can not get him to smile naturally, this would be his lovely forced smile.

The Christmas parade. Loving these shirts I made for them! Christmas, yet they'll still be able to wear them in January.

This is the day we went to Northpark and saw the train display.

 Ya'll.  This picture kills me.  After I saw how it turned out, I made him look at it. "Luke. Look at your face. Is that a terrible face or a beautiful face." "It's a terrible face. But Mom. I was tired of smiling and I didn't want to anymore."
 We went in to Anthropology and they had the cutest little aprons for girls to match their momma's.

This morning- our company Christmas party was last night and the kids spent the night with Mom and Dad. She did this all, all by herself.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Train, the lazy elf

As of Saturday, Train the Elf still hadn't shown up to our house.  Honestly, I was putting it off as long as I could.  I love the idea of it, and everyone's elf pictures seem so fun, the words of pop culture today....I ain't got time for that.  More specifically, I remember last year what a pain it was to remember every night. And how most nights I forgot. 

Regardless, I knew that time was slipping by and it was time to jump back on that bandwagon. Saturday morning we (Mom, Dad, Ashley, and I) had taken the kids to Northpark so that Luke could see the train display and it was not a successful trip.  Luke is normally an EXCELLENT shopper, but he was not having it that day.  Kid must be going through a growth spurt, because he was starving 2 hours after breakfast (this is my kid who can go forever without eating) and every meal he demolishes his plate.  Anyway, the point is we were trying to walk around the mall some but after 3 giant melt downs, a spanking in an alcove, with a subsequent fit for 5 minutes where he sat in the corner, we left and ate lunch. After lunch we went home and both kids took the longest nap ever. During this long nap I made both of them "count down to Christmas kisses" ribbon and when they woke up Train had "brought" them. 


I did good on Sunday, but by Monday night I'd already forgotten my new task.  Tuesday morning I'm trying to rush and get them dressed when Luke says "Hey Mom! Lets go find Train!"


Oh. You mean the elf that's supposed to move every night and didn't this time?  Right. 

I was in the middle of changing Evan's diaper when he said something, so I stalled him by saying I wanted to go with him to look but I had to throw away Evan's diaper first.  Which happens to be out the back door, past where Train currently was.  I made him wait in his room while I moved the dang elf onto the Christmas tree, tossed the diaper, then went back to get Luke.  We "found" him, but Luke wasn't thrilled about Train on the tree.  Apparently I've made a little too big of a deal that no one is supposed to touch the tree.

Anyway.  Last night I almost forgot again.  But then Luke got up about 30 minutes after he went to bed to go to the bathroom and asked me if Train had moved yet.  *ahem* No. No he hadn't.

BUT, that made me remember to not fall down on the job, and I moved that sucker as soon as his door was shut again. Off the tree, onto the crane of Luke's train table. 

This morning the first thing Luke said to me was "Mom! I want to go find Train! By myself this time."

 Yes darling.  You can go by yourself this morning.  Tomorrow?  I'm not making any promises.

And now pictures from the past week that have nothing to do with my story. 

Still love wearing my girl!
I thought maybe Evan was ready for a pillow, so she'll start learning how to sleep without flopping around ever where.  It's not working out just yet. This morning I found her with her feet on the pillow and her booty in the air.
Shae texted me this picture with the caption "Someone found the Oreos before I found her!" and then Sunday night at small group Evan found a bag of opened shredded cheese.  You could see exactly where she pulled it off the counter and walked around with it by the perfectly formed cheese trail on the floor.  God bless my friends.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Changes, Sweet Children, and Questions

If you're reading this, you found me!  I've been toying with the idea of switching over my URL to something other than what it was. The cl in clcarver stood for Cody and Lindsey Carver. 

Well, that's been out of date for awhile now. 

The only trouble was I didn't know what all changing the URL would entail, what was available, or what would happen.  I really thought that the internets would magically forward or redirect people from the old one to the new one, just like I've seen other's do.


I went see if the name of the blog was even available as a URL. Not only was it available, but it changed it RIGHT THEN. No warning. 

So I went to some people's blogs that I knew had mine listed and when I clicked on my name it said that site had been deleted.

Well that didn't go as planned. 

I quickly got the word out on Facebook and Twitter about the change, plus changed all the links on my profiles, but still.  I know I'm gonna lose some people.  Sorry for the inconvenience of having to change your own links on however you normally get here.  I didn't mean to cause trouble.  Promise. 

On the plus side, can we just be glad that it's one more thing that I've taken back for myself?  ;)

I would also like it known that my children have been a dream lately. Makes me wonder what they are storing up for me.  Monday night was probably the best night we've had in a long time.  They (okay Luke) actually ate his dinner (Evan always eats her dinner). After Evan's bath, there was time to sit on the couch and talk with Luke while she puttered around.  He had a note pad and a pen, so we were making lists.  I helped him spell rnt. Which is "ornament" in 4-year-old writing.  Actually, it's a really good "ornament" considering he heard a middle phoneme.  Developmentally speaking, when trying to sound out words, kids only get the first and maybe last phoneme of words until mid kindergarten.  Anyway, there was no fussing or fighting.  Just sweet quality time.

This morning was sweet too.  Luke got up a little earlier than normal, stumbling into my room and claiming he needed the heating pad for his ear.  I set him up in my bed, which lasted all of 30 seconds and he was "all better". I asked him if he wanted to go pick out a shirt to wear today, and....get this.... he said YES. Sweet baby Jesus.  Getting dressed is usually kind of a battle.  He told me he would pick out and put on his shirt, I could do his pants.

Yes child. I'll pick between the two pairs of jeans you have clean. 


But not fighting this morning was so nice.  Now if only I could get him to bathe himself, most of our battles would be over.  I CAN NOT get that child to get his hair wet by himself.  And forget about scrubbing the shampoo.  You'd think I was torturing the poor boy.  Is that weird or normal?  And while I'm asking questions, I can't get Evan to leave her earrings alone.  Several mornings a week I find the post and back in her bed, she's pulled it out before she goes to sleep.  Any tips or tricks?

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

18 months

Christmas Parade on Saturday. You and Bubba wore the shirts I made you.

My beloved child.  You turned 18 months on Saturday!  I wanted to wait until your well check last night, so I could officially say that you weigh 29.7 lbs and are exactly 32 inches long. (to compare, here is Luke's 18 month well check. When I was less wordy.) You, my love, are a big girl! You wear size 2T clothes and have been in a size 5 diaper for months now.  You take one nap in the afternoon, and are out for the night usually by 7:45- then you sleep until 7 in the morning. 

(still a very restless sleeper. I learned my lesson, AGAIN, when I let you stay in bed with me. You slept. I didn't.)

You still eat just about everything I put in front of you (except hot dogs.  You do not like hot dogs) and most of the time go back for thirds.  I can feel the toddler pickyness coming on, but it hasn't hit yet.  You've got 4 front teeth on top, three front teeth on bottom, and all four molars.  The birthmark on your jaw is fading, but your personality is exploding. Words: Momma, Bubba, baby, shoes, thank you, all done, gone gone, hi, bye. Favorites: eating, climbing, Luke, exploring curiously (as opposed to mischievously), your baby and your paci.

(older picture that I've used before, but I still love it)

Evan Elaine, you are such a little GIRL! This morning as we drove to Miss Cindy's house, I was putting on my make up (at the stop lights only, of course).  I looked back to see you rubbing your hands all over your face when I put on my sunscreen and waving your arms wildly as I fanned my face to get my eye shadow base to dry.  Whenever I put on chap stick you "MomMomMom!!" while patting your lips because you want some too.  When you see me getting out the nail polish you "OooOooOoo!" while brushing your nails because you need your nails painted too.  Even though you take your shoes off every. time. we get in the car, all I have to say is "Evan, can I put on your shoes?" and you trot right over saying "Shoes! Shoes!" Normally I clean the bathroom when it's nap time or after ya'll go to bed, but a couple of weeks ago I needed to when you and your brother were awake.  As I kneeled in front of the tub, scrubbing it with a paper towel, I look over and you've gotten yourself a wad of toilet paper and was scrubbing the inside of the tub too. I love you.  I love you.  I LOVE YOU. 

But, little girl, not only do you have a sweet side, you have SASSY side.  You love you're brother.  You love to play with him, follow him, mimic him, and ANNOY him. When you find his cup, you always take it to him. You think it's funny to bang on him and when ya'll fight over a toy, he's getting quicker about ducking out of the way of your flying fists. He's still not so quick about getting out of the way of your chompers.

You are opinionated and vocal.  You get very grouchy when you are hungry (no idea where you get that from. O_O ) You say "HI!!" to every person you pass- grocery store, restaurant, church- and yell "Bye!!" as they walk away.  You have the cutest little twang in your voice, people can't help but smile.  You love to smile.  Such a happy girl.  Happy girl that is looking more like her Aunt Ashley these days.  (Is she going to be Want Washwey to you you too?)

Oh baby girl, you rock my world.  Between your sweet big brother, with his curious mind and million questions, and you with your perfect feminine ways and precious spirit that shines in your eyes, my world is so much better than I could have ever expected.  The two of you bring love and laughter and frustration and satisfaction every single day.  I couldn't imagine my world without you.