Anecdotes

This weekend we spent some time at my Grandma and Grandpa's house. I want to record some stories from the kids. Feel free to read and enjoy.

Grandpa asked K if she was ready to lay down. Being 2 she said,"NO!" Being a worn out Grandpa, he laid down on her sleeping bag and promptly fell asleep. One thing you should know about my dad is that he tends to jump out of his skin when he gets woken up in even pleasant ways. So imagine how high he must have jumped with K jumped on top of him and woke him up! Great-Grandpa likes to tell this story and smiles when he tells how K just "laughed and laughed".


K woke up in the wee hours of the morning. She came to bed with me. About half an hour later I woke up to feed A. As I was feeding A, K was still awake and talking to me. She heard a noise and asked, "Issa cow?" (it's a cow?)
"No, its a rooster."
"Issa sooser?" she asked.
"Yes, a rooster."
Then she would lay there until the rooster crowed again. "Issa sooser."
She started asking me, "Dudin sleepy?"
"Yes, Uncle Justin is sleeping."
"D sleepy?"
"Yes, D's sleeping."
Silence for a moment then, "BUDDY SLEEPY?" (Very loud and excited like) (Buddy is Great-Grandpa's dog.)
"Yes, Buddy's sleeping."
It seems that everyone was sleeping but the 'soosers', K, her 'sisser' and me!

K was petting Great-Grandpa's dog. I asked, "Is that a dog?" Her response? "No, issa Buddy!"

Sunday, D slept in and stayed home with Great-Grandma while the rest of us went to church. When we got back, we started packing to head home. I asked if he was ready to go. He said, "No I want to stay for one more whole day!"

Great-Grandma asked Grandma, "How much does he read?" (referring to D). While D was staying with Great-Grandma, she got out a small box of cereal for him. He looked at it and told her, "I don't really want Banana-Nut Cheerios. I just want regular Cheerios." Great-Grandma was surprised at him knowing they were Banana-Nut Cheerios.

D is a particular child. He also loves trains. We took a train set down to Great-Grandma's house. While everyone was at church, D asked Great-Grandma to build a train track with him but she HAD to read the directions and do it right. (She couldn't read the directions so he waited until everyone got home.)

Saturday night we had a party for one of my uncle's at my grandma's house. My uncle has several kids who also have kids. One of the boy's is 10 years old. He was AWESOME with D. At first D was hiding under a table being shy. His cousin came and just kept playing with him until they were both running around like crazy, madmen. I love to see other kids being nice to my kid, ya know?

A was loved by all. I went to Time Out for Women (more to come on that later!) with 8 other wonderful women. Aunt Sue (who is practicing to become a grandma herself!) particularly enjoyed holding A. She would take A to the back and bounce her when she was fussy and snuggle her to put her to sleep. Grandma Pyatt snuggled her while she took a nap. Really, it's gotta be great to be a baby!

A postcard for my friends!

For those of you who have been here (or who still live here) you know what I'm talking about. Home Sweet Home!

I'm home visiting family for a few weeks. My mom drove up to pick us up last week. We spent the last two days driving south and here we are. *sigh* nothing like three kids in a car for two days :)

Actually they did great. Today we have just played and played. The kids jumped on the tramp, dug in the sandbox, swung (is that a word?) on the swings, built train tracks and teased their grandpa. Good times (noodle salad!).

Funny Kid Things:

"Well Grandma, if you are in a forest and it is raining, you must be in a rainforest!" -- D on the phone when grandma was driving to our house.

I dumped all of K's candy out of her pumpkin. I left D's candy in his Elmo bucket though. So tonight, K got a hold of D's Elmo and methodically transferred all his candy to her pumpkin so that her candy was no longer "all gone". The girl is a thinker, I tell you.

And sweet little A.......she is so big. Although she is not even four months old, we put her in the exersaucer and she kept herself upright and played. She thinks she is so big. Really, 4 months going on 8 months. Even the 6 month clothes are getting too small.... dang...

Last night grandma set up the Pack 'n Play for A to sleep in. K assumed it was for her and went to bed in it. Poor A was relegated to the floor. Tonight both D and K are sleeping down in the bunkbeds in Uncle Rick's room. (That's right Rick! D's on your bed. Hope he doesn't have an accident....)

I'm not dead. I'm just unpacking....

So I haven't blogged regularly. I tried to post some pictures a while back of the remodel. Didn't work. Stupid Blogger. Oh well, at least it is free right?
So someday I will post pictures. For now I am busy trying to remember why I didn't think it would be a big deal to move. I swear the last time I moved it only took two days to unpack and have everything in order. Here we are at four days and we're still in the "honey do you know where ____ is?"
There could be some reasons behind that...
First, last time I moved it was into an arachnid infested mold-hole loving referred to as "the Molding Creek Apartments". It was planned on being temperary. There was zero pressure when I arranged the kitchen because we are just going to move out again in 6 months. (Took 7...stupid slow bank...) Now, there is pressure. "Where should I put the Tupperware? What I if I don't like it there? What if the spices don't work there? I will have to rearrange the WHOLE KITCHEN!" I am paralized with planning...
Second, last time I moved it was into said mold-hole. Therefore, many things stayed packed. It was less of an unpacking as it was an artful display of box stacking.
Third, last time I moved I may have been pregnant, but I only had two kids. Now there's three. And the two year old is two. I know it's only been seven months since the last move but that is a long time when you've only had 28 months of development. The fighting/climbing/demanding/mess making have all advanced significantly. Oh yea, did I mention she's sick too...
Fourth, although I have paid for 10 hours YES. 10. HOURS. of cleaning there is still cleaning to do. How much cleaning could there be you ask? This is a logical question. We removed all the flooring, painted every. single. wall. (except for the master closet which has some built ins that our oversimulated paint brush didn't want to attempt.) took the toilets outside (waaaaaaay easier to spray them off with the hose and use massive amounts of bleach that way.), bought a new fridge...really how much could be left. Bwahahahahaha. (crazy white-coat-jello-drooling laugh) How about 6 hours spent cleaning three bathroom sinks, one soak tub, one walk-in shower, one regular tub/shower combo and two bathrooms worth of cabinets. Then there is the kitchen. Despite the fact that the lady who I paid spent four hours cleaning the kitchen cabinets (and they are soooooo much better!) there are still cabinets I don't even like to touch to open them. This doesn't make me want to put stuff away in said cabinet. I am starting to wonder about cabinet restoration. Last night, I tried an experiement. I rubbed dishsoap all over one of the most offensive cabinet doors. I went to bed. This morning, I scrubbed with scrub brush. Said cabinet is better but still feels greasy! How does one get their cabinets so dirty?! This cleaning does not take into account the stove. Oh the stove. Oh my.
So anyway. Not done unpacking yet. When I remove the boxes and get the moulding back around the floors and painter's tape off the ceiling I will post pictures. Perhaps before my baby graduates from high school. We'll see.

Update

Can't talk much right now.

Busy remodeling and getting ready to MOVE INTO MY HOUSE!!!

p.s. no more painting with the kids around.... ESPECIALLY THE SECOND ONE!!!

Maybe he'll get a brother?

We were at the store looking for baby powder. As soon as we walked up to the baby powder shelf, D exclaimed, "Baby Magic! I've been wanting some of that! We should buy Baby Magic for A!"

I asked him what he thought it would do. He said he didn't know but we should take it home and see. Later he read the label and told me it would make A soft and dry.

Tonight when I changed A's diaper, D was right by my side. He was so excited to see what Baby Magic would do. After I finished changing A's diaper, D rubbed his finger on A's body and declared that she was indeed soft and dry! Apparently it works.

Look what I just did!

I love this food site! It regularly has awesome ideas I want to try like this, or this, or this. Today we tried these muffins. They are SUPER easy with only two main ingredients. I actually made mini muffins. I also only did half a batch. So here's what I did.

1 spice cake mix

1 15oz can of pumpkin

I mixed these two together. Then I used a little cookie scoop to dish them into the mini muffin pan and sprinkled on a streusel topping made of 1/2 cup flour, 1/4 cup brown sugar and 3 Tbls. chilled butter. (I thought I was using so much. Next time, I would be much more generous with the streusel topping and maybe press it in a little bit.)

Baked 'em for about 10 minutes at 350*

In the remaining cake mixture I stirred in some mini chocolate chips. Scooped them into the muffin tin (I added some regular choc chips to the top for 'decorative purposes'. Totally unnecessary and really didn't help); baked for about 10 minutes and ta-da! I'm a gourmet muffin chef!

Extra bonus? (Like these need one!) I can let the demanding 2 year old eat all the dough she wants because. . . . . .NO EGGS!! Hooray!

This is my life:

2:45 a.m. Wake up to feed hungry baby

3:10 a.m. Fall back into bed grateful for feedings that no longer take an hour


4:00 a.m. Assist 2-year-old into bed because she's on my side, I'm too tired to take her back to bed and I know she will snuggle up next to daddy and pretty much leave me alone. (poor daddy...)


4:30 a.m. Have pangs of guilt in my semi-conscience state because daddy has given up sleeping and is now reading via flashlight


4:30-6:00 a.m. Sometimes asleep, sometimes awake wondering at how I can just look at not sleeping 2 year old and marvel that she is beautiful. Really, I should be wanting to spank her little tushie but all I can ponder is how funny and sweet she is trying to get someone to read her stories.


6:00 a.m. Finally get up to plug in monkey movie for 2 year old. Poor daddy is heading to work. If he can't sleep he may as well be billing time.


6:15 a.m. Convince 5 year old that it is still the middle of the night and he should just go back to sleep. (Thankfully it was still dark.)


6:20-6:55 a.m. Read in bed


7:00 a.m. Finally go back to sleep


7:10 a.m. 5 year old comes in to tell me, "Great news mom! We lost the Ladybug!" (as in K is asleep) before going back to bed himself, again.


7:47 a.m. 2 year old (who is no longer asleep) wanders in to inquire after breakfast


7:52 a.m Baby is ready for feeding again


8:10 a.m. 5 year old no longer believes it is the middle of the night


*sigh*



On a completely different note: WE SIGNED ON OUR HOUSE TODAY!!!! So now only 2-3 days before we actually have the keys and can begin mad remodeling.