Don't worry that children never listen to you; worry that they are always watcing you. --Robert Fulghum
A person's a person, no matter how small. --Dr. Seuss
Thursday, July 26, 2007
All Things Girlie
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Monday, July 9, 2007
Note To Self
- Never move if you have three kids 5 and under.
- Never let a Realtor leave the back door open with the alarm disarmed. Never talk to that realtor again. Find realtor voodoodoll.
- A blazing fire across the street, the first night in your new house, does not HAVE to be a bad sign.
- Never be tricked by a sleezy mover named Alex.
- Thank the person who invented working dishwashers.
- The person who came up with the "intercom" in the 70's rules!
- Sleeping two nights in a row for 12 hours should be mandatory if you move.
- The day that AT&T says they are going to come to your house, do NOT take a shower!
- Thank God for keeping our family healthy and together.
- Thank God for our new house that we don't deserve.
Some other fare, here is Lexi's sidewalk-chalk "self-portrait." Woah, is it me or is this really good!?!
And, here is Ainsley Grace sorting her feathers at Violin lessons. She is really into orgainzing and reorganizing things by color, sequence. She'll spend forever just setting things up.
Friday, June 22, 2007
Ways to avoid cleaning your room 101
Lexi:
1. [Fake cry, limping into my room] Mom, I can't clean b/c I'm having growing pains.
2. [Fake cry] Buddy is brushing my hair, I can't move! He won't stop! Mom: Just stand up.
3. [Walks into my room] I can't clean b/c I'm thirsty.
4. [Screamy fake cry] I can't clean because Ainsley is not helping and it's frustrating meeeeee.
5. I'm so so so so so so so so tired.
Ainsley:
1. [Walks into my room] Mom, I need to ask you something. Mom: Okay. Ainsley: When is November? Mom: 5 months from now. Ainsley: [Pause, looking around] What will we do in November? Mom: I'll tell you when your room is clean.
2. [Walks into my room, smiling, holding a ponytail holder] Mom, I can't clean b/c my hair is in my way [serious look at me].
3. [Fake screamy cry] Mom, I can't clean because I can't move my foot. Mom: Why?? Ainsley: I have a skeeto bite. It's Gigantic! So so big.
4. [Swinging from the bed rail, standing on a the corner of her doll bin] Hey Mom, I need to tell you something. [Looks up] Umm. [Looks to the side] Umm. [Looks at me, staring at her] I forgot.
5. I can't clean b/c my back hurts.
The End.
PS. All of this happened within a 35 minute time span.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Friday, June 15, 2007
Summertime
Here they are getting ready to jump in and swim with their clothes on.
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Luchador
Our little man is wild. He hurls his body in various directions of interest. If he wants me, he dosesn't scoot, crawl, walk or reach. He throws himself at me. When he lays down, he flops down flat and stays in place.
The other day at Teeargit he was crawling on the floor when he got too far from me. So, I went to pick him up and he hurled his body away from me to escape. Whacked his head on a clothes rack and got a huge shiner.
The other night I had to get up to check on the girls in thier bed, I guess the sleeping baby sensed I had moved over and he hurled his body off the bed trying to get me.
When he isn't in the mood to be picked up, he does a back-bend with his hands in the air and slides out of your arms. "Mom! I can't pick up buddy, he's doing the bendy thing!"
When he is crawling and wants to go faster, he looks down at his belly and sort of cranks up the speed and flies across a room with this power crawl. "Mom! Anderson is headcrawling again!"
Lexi is excellent at giving everything a title.
He knows what he is doing. He is in the hitting, throwing and hair pulling phase. He likes it because he knows it's something by the reaction. He'll do the offense and then widen his eyes, close his mouth and look straight at you. Almost like he is saying, "uuuh, huh. what'cha got?"
Yaaah, boys really are different. He is soooo physcial. Everything is done with his body. Stan's "title" for him right now is luchador. It's spanish for a Mexican Free-style wrestler.



