Saturday, November 29, 2008
Nana says you guys are at an age where you are learning one word per hour and boy, do I get that with you. You are a bit more advanced than your brothers with your vocabulary. You know all the jingles on the radio, you love to sing songs and you seem to retain so much information. Which can be both a good and bad thing...
Driving to Nana's house the other day I was trying to keep you and your brothers awake in the back car. I started by saying "I love..." and filling the blank with people we know, letting you all pitch in with who you chose to add. Once I said I love Daddy and you stopped me and told me, "No Mommy you love Pwusee". Obviously it sounded like a vulgar word and your Dad and I looked at each other with our eyes all huge, not having a clue of what you were saying. Asking you to repeat what you were saying was impossible without laughing at the way you were pronouncing whatever it was you were trying to say.
Finally one of you said the name Thomas and it all made sense. You have been watching Thomas the Train movies at Nana's house the past few days and even though you have only seen them a handful of times, one train in particular made and impact on you enough that you thought your Mommy should love him. Percy.
Every night I help you guys in to your pajamas while Daddy helps brush your teeth. You come running out of the bathroom to show me your teeth and I ALWAYS tell you they look beautiful. Well, there is a song by James Blunt called Beautiful. Me telling you your teeth look beautiful has morphed into the tune in the song. In your little voice you sing "you're b-eaut-i-ful" so proudly.
The other day when Daddy was hanging the Christmas lights outside, he had gotten a particularly difficult line hung. When he finished, he yelled out "beautiful!". You responded, "Yeah, I AM!".
Yes little buddy, you certainly are.
But not all things you say or repeat are as much of an "awww moment" as the above. First remember that Mommy is human. I say things when my cool is out the door, which is apparently more than I realized.
You ran into my room yesterday morning looking for your Lightning car. You look for him every morning, so it wasn't such a big deal. But the way you said you were looking for him is what caught my attention.
you: "Where's my Lightning car? My FREAKIN Lightning?"
me: "What did you say? What are you looking for?"
you: "freaking freaking Lighting, where is he?"
Then I gave you a little talk about how that was really was not a nice thing to say.
A couple hours later, we had just gotten done eating lunch. After you eat, you love to cuddle. Today you crawled out of your seat, lazily walked towards me with your fully belly eyes and said, "Mommy, let's freakin' cuddle."
Only you, Jaxon. You certainly make me smile.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
I can honestly say that 95% of the time Don and I are attentive and at least have a handle on what is going on. The other 5% of the time are when there are projects of sorts going on or whatever it may be distracting our attention for short periods of time. Today was one of those days.
One day when the boys are in their 20's looking back on their childhood, today is the type of day they will pick to talk about.
"Do you remember how Mom and Dad would have us fend for ourselves while they put up Christmas lights? We would get away with everything!"
"Oh yeah, I remember when they let Jax crawl under the travel trailer and got stuck. Dad had to raise it up to let Jaxon out!".
"Remember how much fun we had spending most of the afternoon on the skateboard and creepy crawler, flying down the driveway and into the street? Good thing they blocked the road with the cars and lawnmower. We would have made across the street and it into our neighbors driveway if we didn't have to stop."
"Or when they let us climb up the ladder with Dad under the pretense of getting them used to ladder in case we ever had to use our window escape ladder. I am sure it had nothing to do with the fact that Wyatt would come back every two minutes to whine about wanting to do it, too."
"I'll never forget how they sent inside once it got dark and Wyatt kept gong in the kitchen and grabbing different foods. First the bananas, marshmellows, then the apples. Mom was going nuts every time she came in and he had something else in hand."
"Man, I can't believe we were only three. They totally had no control over us. We ruled the roost, even at age three. At least for the day anyhow".
Saturday, November 22, 2008
I can't believe we are past the midpoint of the month and I have yet to download any pictures from this month! In fact, my camera battery died last weekend during our camping trip (that I haven't even blogged about!) and I haven't even gotten around to peeking at those pictures yet.
We are just about over the sickness that has held us hostage since before Halloween. We are left with a lingering cough (Lucas), a nasty sore throat that is affecting the way everything tastes (me), and lots of boogies (from Wyatt and Jax). I am trying to load them up on orange juice, but I am just thankful we are at the tail end of it in time for Thanksgiving.
The boys are really enjoying all the Christmas happenings they see. Don is loving hearing the Christmas music on the radio and amazingly, Jaxon seems to remember some of the carols from last year! Luke and Wyatt are learning them quickly though.
Hard to believe Thanksgiving is in less than a week!
Thursday, November 13, 2008
This morning we noticed you were not playing with the rest of us and had to do a little searching to find you. Daddy found you in your bathroom with the door closed. Upon opening it, you were so proud you had brushed your teeth all by yourself. At least that is what he assumed since you had the toothbrush out with toothpaste all over your mouth.
Then later this afternoon we got sidetracked outside talking to a neighbor. Soon after I came in to make lunch and was trying to see if you were in the cubby or what and I called your name. I heard you and finally saw you under the kitchen table eating a lollipop with at least 4 empty lollipop sticks around you. Needless to say, you were not hungry at lunch time.
And just now your Dad and I were talking about our neighbor when we heard you close the bathroom door. When your Dad opened the door, he saw you covered with the baby lotion.
You sure are great at keeping yourself busy.
Friday, November 07, 2008
After beating us up for the past two weeks, I think we are finally on the tail end of our sick phase. The boys have been visiting us just about every night in bed -which usually we don't mind, but every night is a bit of an over kill- and they are beginning to sleep through most of the night. No crying three or four times before 11pm is a great start. Poor babies were just sick.
One midnight run to the clinic diagnosed Luke with an ear infection. A couple days later Jax seemed to be getting one, but when Don took him and Wyatt in to our regular Dr, she said their ears looked fine, but they had a virus that had been going around. I am sure we got it from school, but hopefully since I kept them out on Wed, maybe it will help lessen the spread for the rest of the kids.
Mom and I have been sewing like mad. We got a few more patterns up of our full aprons and about 10 more cut out of our half aprons. It is a slow start up for each new batch, but it seems like we finish 15 all at the same time, so it is nice once we get past the hump.
The boys have been talking like crazy. They are picking up so many new words. Jaxon told me the other day, "I am drama drama". Yes Jax, if you only knew the half of it. Wyatt is still stuttering, but it seems like it is getting better. He is full of trouble, but grinning the whole time. I really think he is just trying to make everyone laugh when he does the things he does. Lucas is still trying to be the leader of the pack. His favorite phrase is, "I have idea!" when he is playing with his brothers. They are doing really well together, not much sibling rivalry besides the occasional fight over a car or something. Luckily the timer still is helpful when that happens, so the fights are usually short lived.
A couple weeks ago the boys were fighting over a big orange race car. For the first time I can think of, it was all three boys fighting about it. There was lots of screaming and yelling, even when we decided to set the timer. Finally I made my voice really loud and excited and said, "Wait a minute guys, I have an idea!" I took the car and put it in the trash can. "Isn't that neat? Now no one gets it and we can each go and pick out another toy to play with". And they did. No arguing, and absolutely no crying over the trashed toy. They just all got another toy and played nicely together.
I wish everything was that easy.