Phone Etiquette

Maybe we Skype too much! E has only a vague idea of how to handle the phone.

Here are the basics:

1. Hold the phone to your ear.
2. Talk into the right end of the phone.
3. Avoid banging so as to hear the other party on the line.

So far, all we have is "holding the phone in the general area of the ear". He also likes to show Gran and Grammy (who are very patient with him) what he is playing with when he talks to them. I think the record for comprehension by a grandmother is 3-5 words. Excellent!

 

 

 

Happy New Year!

We spent the first day of the New Year on the road. We have been on the road so long, I am forgetting what home looks like. Soon though, soon.

We almost have car travel down to a science. E settles in with a ba-zillion movies, snacks, blankets, books, and of course George. We always have to pull over soon after leaving to fix the blanket in the window to block the sun. He doesn't even mind that he can't hear the movie really well and then mommy and daddy have a book on tape going in the front. What a trooper!

 

L is still really good about sleeping most of the trip, which does cause some problems if we travel late in the day with a really late bedtime, but our travels yesterday were at a perfect time. Both kids slept great last night! I was the one up and down all night making sure the kids and dogs didn't wake each other up since we were all in one room.

 

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Button

It's good to be the oldest

Since E has caught on to the meaning behind presents, he received more of them then the little cousins. M slept through the whole thing, but at 4 weeks can you blame her? These two gifts were from his Auntie and he loooved them! The first is a picture of his trademark "I love Thomas the Tank Engine so much and I can't believe how many different places I can see his face and it makes me sooo excited" face. It's a Thomas rolling suitcase.

 

This is an action shot of E smashing the red foam baseball off the T with only a little assistance from Granpa.

 

Christmas!!

 

She just kept trying and trying but eventually I had to help her!

 

I just love the way he likes his books.

 

When she's a little bit bigger she can get bathtime retribution on her doll and pour water on it's head!

 

Big Wheel? No way...according to E, this is his new motorcycle. He now has four pedal-propulsion vehicles that he can not yet pedal!

Falling!

still learning

Sitting!

 

Even though she has had terrible congestion and a nasty cough, L has decided to work on her balance and coordination! Just like her brother, she has chosen her first Christmas to start sitting!

We are so proud of her!

You. Me. I.

Have you ever thought about how hard it is to learn pronouns? As a mother of a two year old it is becoming ever more apparent. How do WE learn that when YOU say YOU YOU mean ME and when I say YOU I really mean YOU, not ME? I means ME unless YOU say it and then it means YOU, but when I say YOU to YOU but really mean ME how do YOU explain to ME the difference?

E: May I help YOU, please?
Mom: Not right now, the stove is hot. (Thinking his manners are impeccable.)
E: May I help YOU, pleeeeeeeaase!
Mom: YOU can help ME set the table!
E: No, may I help YOU, please!
Mom: (lightbulb flashes overhead) YOU want ME to help YOU?
E: Yes! (with a little happy dance!)
Mom: When YOU want ME to help YOU say this "Will YOU help ME, please."
E: nodding, May I help YOU, please!

This happens at least once a day. And the only reason he gets "May I" right and not "May ME" is thanks to his daddy's west Texas manners! Most times I catch on a little faster that he is confusing the pronouns. It's hard to transfer the "YOU" I say to him back to a ME, making YOU a ME and ME a YOU. Amazingly he rarely ever confuses the word MINE!

One of my favorites is when my niece was being left behind by Garmmy and E and she said, "Hey guys, wait for I!"

Imagine that as hard as this post was to understand, YOU probably eventually did. As for ME and my son, WE'll keep working on it!

Sticky fingers

J blobbed the icing and E smushed the candies.

 

E also smashed candies onto little stale gingerbread people.

 

He ate the evidence.

 

Chirstmas lights

Down in a valley is nestled a farm that produces the largest Christmas lights display with a hint of cow manure I have ever been to. In nearly every display there was a running train, wooden train, or picture of a train. Nevertheless, E loved it!

The first stop inside the gates was the outdoor train display. I was a little nervous that we might not be able to pull him away from it in order to see the rest of the gazillon lights. Fortunately we got cold standing still and were able to walk or run through the rest of it.

Texas was the only state represented. Of course it was a highly stylized cowboy, Indian, cacti with lights kinda deal.

 

Little houses held mini displays, this one was the Reading railroad, Pop's train setup is much better than this one.

 

It wasn't freezing, but it was cold! L was in her purple people eater, under two blankets, and three extra scarves. This is a shot of her at the indoor train display.

 

Just this past weekend my Uncle and family came to visit. I love the way L reaches out with her hands to touch your face. It is so sweet!

 

 

A classic

It was brisk outside, but it was fun! E had energy to spare this morning so I thought I would wear him out on the big hill. Unfortunately, it is nap time and Eli is still banging around playing. So much for tired! We climbed a "high high high" mountain, grunting the whole way, rode wild horses (playground toys in the backyard), and then constructed, deconstructed, moved and reconstructed a pile of leaves. Then inside for hot chocolate milk!

Family

The cousins. So cute.

 

 

snow

It was snowing the other day. I know you can't really see it, but it was. E loved to run around in it! We had a little stick overnight, but nothing to sled in yet!

 

 

 

Zacchaeus, you come down!

5 months old

Button is 5 months old today! She loves her toes and to twirl her little feet in circles, when they aren't in her mouth! Spitting, arm flailing and smiling are some of her favorite activites. She is also a screecher, happy sounds but you usually have to check her face to make sure! (I'll try to get a video). I decided it was time to introduce a little cereal into her diet. E is such a good eater so I really want L to be one too. Below is one of her first bites, and she loved it. She opens her little birdie mouth and most of it gets swallowed right away! I am taking it as a good sign she'll be a good eater like her brother. She eats about a thimblefull and washes it down with mommy milk, and I am so proud of her!

Man! Look at that hair. We need a brush!

 

We are up for residency interviews and it is a lot colder north of the Mason Dixon Line. L looks so cute in her big purple body warmer.

 

A Prayer

"Mommy, pray o God."

"Ok honey, why don't you say this one."

"Pray o God. Thankum crayons, Jesus, Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamen."

This was E's prayer before he pretend ate the crayons he put on plates for me, L, and himself.

Button

She really put her foot in her mouth this time...

 

Melting

 

She just melts the heart.

I was just scrolling through my posts and when I passed the picture of E and C looking at each other, I wonder what they were thinking. Perhaps it went something like this:

"There's C with some crazy white things on her head, and that bow is totally not in her hair. I wonder how it stays up there? Does she know it's there. I bet she doesn't even realize that I am dressed like a train conductor, or does she? She sure is squeezing my hand hard. Can't I just go running around again? Maybe Dad will toss me up in the air. How do I get another lollipop?"

Or maybe it just was a mutual thought of:

"Pictures...not again."

Button

 

She missed out on the Halloween post, but here she is in her "Cutest Little Girl In The Whole World" costume!

Halloween

Halloween comes early when you have the wee young ones. Although we are not big Halloween celebrators, we do enjoy the season of Fall and how cute those same wee ones look in their costumes! A couple of nights ago, we met some friends at the local Y for some seasonal socializing. None of the adults wore costumes, unless you count those of us in orange shirts who could have been masquerading as pumpkins, but the kids looked adorable. I was a little hesitant that Eli would fight me on his costume and not want to wear it, but I explained the idea of pretending and our last minute costume was one he could really get into! Here he is with his good friend Clara. She was Hello Kitty, can you guess what Eli was?




Since Jason could not remember ever having carved pumpkins, and I have fond memories of backyard pumpkin-gunk scooping, I bought a pumpkin to initiate the boys. Once I cut the top off, I scooped out the innards and offered Eli a turn. "No, no , no, no, no," he said while emphatically shaking his head and pushing the pumpkin away. I did NOT expect my two year old to be grossed out by this! He overheard me tell Jason that you scrap the sides with a spoon to really clean it out so he ran into the kitchen and would only touch the pumpkin with the ice cream scoop.




Having never carved anything more that triangle eyes and gaped toothed smiles (which my dad did), I decided we should go big. How about carving Nemo? Eli would like that right? So Jason got online, sketched someone else's brilliant work and I transferred it to the pumpkin. Voila!

Deep breath

The days are beginning to run together. Sickies have taken over the house and if I have to blow my nose one more time (which I will) I will cut it off (which I probably won't). I can’t think straight, and with everybody grumpy, the days loom large. It is on days like this that I wish I could channel my inner animated character. I wish it was something I could call upon whether after a sleepless night, the five o’clock hour before dinner, or the last hour before bed.

Like all good animated characters I would be slightly over-weight (and perfectly fine with how I looked), have a voice that always sounded musical, my lips would be perpetually in a smile, and my creativity, spontaneity, and humor would be limitless. All my ideas would thrill my children, a song would pop into my head at the most appropriate moments, and I would never have to run to the store for last minute craft supplies, ingredients, or batteries.

Of course, if my inner animated character were to emerge, it would by default cause my children’s to emerge as well. They would find all my ideas to be extraordinary, see the goodness in sharing and willingly clean-up after themselves. There would be no crying at bedtime, no whining about going to the potty, and Leah would be joyful as she tried to steer her hand to her mouth (because she would get it every time). When it was time to come inside, change activities or settle down, everyone would be full of smiles and enthusiasm.

Alas, I still sing in severals keys at once, dinner isn't always planned ahead, Leah cries and Eli whines. And that's my life...most days I love it, a few days take a little more convincing.