In deference to Paul's bday, I agreed not to decorate. Kate and I couldn't stand it though and "planted" a dead bush I had pulled up and then strung lights up...next weekend, watch out...
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Jacob
Jacob is almost 17 months old.
He thinks he can fly. He tries to jump from the ottoman to the couch (because his sister can). He thinks he can sing and tries to sign along to songs he likes. He says "thank you" and signs "please," mostly when prompted or when he **really** wants something. He loves Elly. He loves his sister. He pulls her hair or hits her if she tells him "no." It's at the point if she is upset at ANYTHING he hits her. It's great. She yells, and then he walks over and hits her.
I was so irritated this morning I found myself in this exchange:
"Jacob pulled my hair, Mommy."
"Well, Kate, you just stood there and watched him walk up to you, reach out, and pull your hair. MOVE AWAY."
(Can you tell I've been stressed and not the optimal momma lately?)
But back to Jacob...
He's my cuddler. He loves a tickle fight. He LOVES pretending to be a cat, crawling around and meowing (with his sister). He will sit and flip through books for almost a half hour. He loves to dance! It looks like spinning with a little stomping thrown in. I'm trying to teach him Indian dancing and playing a lot of Bollywood since he's already got the stomping.
His words he uses all the time:
tractor - "datder"
cup
up
help
water
kate - "tate tate"
elly
truck - "tuk"
banana - nana
mommy
daddy
moon
meow
doggy
bunny
no (uses this one a LOT)
I'm sure there are more but those are the go-tos...
Weird things about Jacob:
- he loves broccoli. loves it.
- he loves hummus. he'll eat it with a spoon. (so will I, but seems not too baby-like)
- hates milk. even though he can have it now, he will avoid it if possible. drinks a gallon of rice milk a week though. we're hoping to switch to almond milk for more protein once we confirm he's not allergic to almonds...
- he is allergic to EVERYTHING. we have NO food allergies in our family. wait, his aunt is allergic to olive oil. but other than that! milk, peanuts, pecans, eggs... we are under doctor's orders to not give him anything new when the doctor's office isn't open. (reassuring)
- he is ALWAYS teething. He slept through the night for, oh, two months I think... right now we're on the K9s... I don't believe I will ever feel rested again.
Because he's the baby... he...
...is still drinking from a bottle morning and night... gets mommy's full attention whenever he cries... follows his sister EVERYWHERE and tries to do everything she does... gets his mother's full adoration, but half her attention...
He and I went on a walk yesterday and it was so nice to give him all my attention! So rare. (so peaceful)
We are still in survival mode around here. Through a serious of bad decisions I have ended up working full-time. This will end in early December. Paul is ready for me to return to the sane, part-time working mom I was. I am ready to not feel like a crazy person.
He thinks he can fly. He tries to jump from the ottoman to the couch (because his sister can). He thinks he can sing and tries to sign along to songs he likes. He says "thank you" and signs "please," mostly when prompted or when he **really** wants something. He loves Elly. He loves his sister. He pulls her hair or hits her if she tells him "no." It's at the point if she is upset at ANYTHING he hits her. It's great. She yells, and then he walks over and hits her.
I was so irritated this morning I found myself in this exchange:
"Jacob pulled my hair, Mommy."
"Well, Kate, you just stood there and watched him walk up to you, reach out, and pull your hair. MOVE AWAY."
(Can you tell I've been stressed and not the optimal momma lately?)
But back to Jacob...
He's my cuddler. He loves a tickle fight. He LOVES pretending to be a cat, crawling around and meowing (with his sister). He will sit and flip through books for almost a half hour. He loves to dance! It looks like spinning with a little stomping thrown in. I'm trying to teach him Indian dancing and playing a lot of Bollywood since he's already got the stomping.
His words he uses all the time:
tractor - "datder"
cup
up
help
water
kate - "tate tate"
elly
truck - "tuk"
banana - nana
mommy
daddy
moon
meow
doggy
bunny
no (uses this one a LOT)
I'm sure there are more but those are the go-tos...
Weird things about Jacob:
- he loves broccoli. loves it.
- he loves hummus. he'll eat it with a spoon. (so will I, but seems not too baby-like)
- hates milk. even though he can have it now, he will avoid it if possible. drinks a gallon of rice milk a week though. we're hoping to switch to almond milk for more protein once we confirm he's not allergic to almonds...
- he is allergic to EVERYTHING. we have NO food allergies in our family. wait, his aunt is allergic to olive oil. but other than that! milk, peanuts, pecans, eggs... we are under doctor's orders to not give him anything new when the doctor's office isn't open. (reassuring)
- he is ALWAYS teething. He slept through the night for, oh, two months I think... right now we're on the K9s... I don't believe I will ever feel rested again.
Because he's the baby... he...
...is still drinking from a bottle morning and night... gets mommy's full attention whenever he cries... follows his sister EVERYWHERE and tries to do everything she does... gets his mother's full adoration, but half her attention...
He and I went on a walk yesterday and it was so nice to give him all my attention! So rare. (so peaceful)
We are still in survival mode around here. Through a serious of bad decisions I have ended up working full-time. This will end in early December. Paul is ready for me to return to the sane, part-time working mom I was. I am ready to not feel like a crazy person.
Empathy
Early morning fits before coffee. As children start moving and rearranging my nightstand.
Me: Don't touch anything on this table!!! This is MY table! This is the ONLY THING THAT IS MINE in the WHOLE HOUSE! Do NOT touch this table! This is the only place I keep my things that is nice, and tidy, and mine.
Kate: Mommy, that's sad.
Me: Don't touch anything on this table!!! This is MY table! This is the ONLY THING THAT IS MINE in the WHOLE HOUSE! Do NOT touch this table! This is the only place I keep my things that is nice, and tidy, and mine.
Kate: Mommy, that's sad.
Raising a Republican
Stopped at a stoplight in the car.
Kate: Mommy, what does that man's sign say?
Me: What man? Oh, it probably is asking for money.
Kate: Don't give him your money, Mommy.
Me: Huh?
Kate: Keep your money. If you give him your money you will have to go and work more.
Awww... from the kid of a mom who's butt has been busted at work lately.
#guiltymom #fulltimeworkingmom #pretendingworkingparttime
Kate: Mommy, what does that man's sign say?
Me: What man? Oh, it probably is asking for money.
Kate: Don't give him your money, Mommy.
Me: Huh?
Kate: Keep your money. If you give him your money you will have to go and work more.
Awww... from the kid of a mom who's butt has been busted at work lately.
#guiltymom #fulltimeworkingmom #pretendingworkingparttime
Happy Turkey Day!
Five miles down and I am ready to eat!
Kate ran in her first race!
Jacob, watch out. Next year, no stroller.
Friday, November 16, 2012
Car Craziness
Sarah: This weekend we have to go to nana's house even though they aren't home because we're borrowing the car.
Kate: Why do we need their car?
Sarah: We have to take ours to the shop and they aren't using theirs.
Kate: Can we borrow Papa's car? [* note: a sports car that zooms around]
Sarah: No... it's too small...
Kate: No, it has four seats.
Sarah: The backseat is really small. I don't think the carseats could fit.
Kate: Mine does.
Sarah: Well.... Papa doesn't like to share his car. It's like horsey. Special to him but he doesn't want to share it.
Kate: I share horsey with Papa.
Sarah: Okay, Kate, you're just going to have to talk to Papa about this on your own.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Kate's 4 year Birthday!
Not long after the big day, everyone got very very sick.
So, here are delayed pictures:
So, here are delayed pictures:
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| actually birthday day pictures |
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| decorating her birthday sign |
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| making her balloons |
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| enjoying kaloches with jacob |
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| decorating pumpkins |
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| it was 50 degrees and windy so the candle wouldn't light! |
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| mini cupcakes with yo gabba gabba rings! |
Halloween
We did our yearly routine of hanging out with our friends and going Trick or Treating parade style. This is when about a hundred people gather at the end of one street and begin to swarm house to house getting candy. It's usually around 6pm, and kids 5 and under. Very family friendly (no scary monsters or creepy/slutty costumes).
I decided I officially earned the title "Mom" this year by staying up until 1am sewing costumes.
A nice reward was hearing "Hey, it's Brobie!" or "It's Plex!" and not just getting crazy looks.
So, all dressed up, we went out! Kate was a pro. No waiting for mom or dad this year; she was OFF!
I decided I officially earned the title "Mom" this year by staying up until 1am sewing costumes.
A nice reward was hearing "Hey, it's Brobie!" or "It's Plex!" and not just getting crazy looks.
So, all dressed up, we went out! Kate was a pro. No waiting for mom or dad this year; she was OFF!
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| Making Horsey's Costume (dressed up as Muno) |
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| Completed Costume |
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| Making DJ Lance Rock's Radio |
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| Trying it out! |
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| Brobie on Halloween |
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| DJ Lance Rock! |
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| Plex and Brobie |
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| Eating cheerios and watching the kids |
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| Kate and her friend Claire |
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| Scoping out the next house |
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