Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Friday, December 26, 2008
It was a really fun day! JB gave me great shoes, I gave him a gift card to the U bookstore...we are truly in love.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
I always...fix the newspaper after it's been read, and re-make the bed.
I worry...that my little boys will get hurt.
I remember...lines from TV shows and movies. It's scary sometimes.
I dance...like Ginger Rogers in my dreams.
I sing...too loudly. People turn and stare at church.
I don't always...floss.
I argue...with other people in my head.
I write...in my journal and Ben's and Max's journals every week or so.
I lose...all free give-aways, prize drawings, contests at work, etc.
I wish...I had more patience (why can't I win -- why? WHY?)
I listen...to CDs still. What? They still sell those?
I don’t understand...Spanish much anymore. Necesito practicar y hablar con personas latinas.
I can usually be found...in my living room on the floor building blocks with the boys to get them so interested in the project that I can slip away and get something done.
I am scared...of something under the bed after I watch a scary movie. Good grief, how old am I now.
I need...to print out pictures and put them in an album.
I am happy...after a nap, with my three cute boys all around eating fried chicken for dinner.
I did this mainly for J (such pressure!) but if anyone else wants to do it, you should. It makes you ponder.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
I hope to take Max and the rest of my family to see the reindeer and other attractions early next week. I can't wait to see his reaction, knowing his obsession with all things deer. Oh, and Santa will be there too. Max may be shy and refuse to talk to him. Or he'll hug Santa's leg and pour out all the desires of his heart. I imagine there will be no in-between.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
It's so bad at home that I am using baby burp cloths to wipe my boys' noses. Why go through tons of harsh tissues when a softer fabric will work? Plus it's washable. I almost long for the days of handkerchiefs again, but a full one is pretty gross to haul around in your pocket.
We are also putting "medicine" on our noses (vasoline). It's helping with the raw redness.
I just drank some orange juice. I've heard Vicks Vapor Rub on the feet helps. Any other remedies to help get rid of two weeks of dripping sinuses?
Friday, December 12, 2008
I say all this to defend my obvious deer in headlights look here:
Thanks to the photog at my sister TV station for capturing this moment and putting it on the evening news!
Thursday, December 11, 2008
The other night I snuck into the boys' room to get my clothes (tiny closets) and saw this cute sleeping bum in the air. I wanted a picture. JB tiptoed in, and bam -- both boys were wide awake and crying. Whoops. The next night we got our picture. I think it's funny how Max sleeps on his back now, but used to be just like Ben.
Their colds are still raging, which means sometimes they have coughing fits at night. But it also means great nap times. We all slept this afternoon until 5 PM. I haven't done that since Sunday afternoon naps in college.
Ah, sleep. People ask me about sleeping in on the weekends with my early wakeup call during the week. Our boys go to bed at 7:30 and never sleep past 7 AM. But sometimes if JB is up with them on a Saturday or Sunday, they never know I'm home and I can roll over until 8 AM. After that I feel weird. I always wake up early because my body is used to it, and I fade between 9 and 10 PM.
Exciting post I know but I wanted to have a new post for you to look at!
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Despite his sickness, Ben showed off for the doctor at his 12-month checkup yesterday. The Dr asked if Ben babbles, so JB pulled a ball out of the diaper bag. Ben burst into "baw, BAW, baw!!" and reached for it.
Also, when it was time to weigh him, he tried to crawl, flip, stand and wiggle his way off the baby scales. So JB had to be weighed with him. Ben is 24 pounds, 6 ounces. He's 70-something percentile for weight, 99th for height. Big Ben.
Monday, December 8, 2008
One of Max's favorite parts of the party was when he got a present from Aunt Sarah. Matching Christmas pajamas for the boys -- aren't they so much fun? I wish there was a bigger pair for JB.
Ben can now take up to seven steps in a row before plunking down to crawl the rest of the way.
He loves balls of all shapes and sizes. His first word in the past month was "ball," and now he says it all the time. "ball, BALL Ball!" He also says "Night-night," "dis," and "dat."
Just a year ago I was watching the snow fall from the hospital window. For the next month I watched the neighbors' Christmas lights shine on the snow outside the window at night. Even though I'm sad Ben is growing so quickly, I'm quite glad those days of waking up every few hours are over.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
JB's brother Bart took our pictures, and then we took their family picture. We bribed Max and Emily with a trip to the nearby playground.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
For a few months Max stopped talking about deer, and I thought he was over his fear/fascination but in the past month he's been talking about deer again, nonstop.
I thought that watching "Bambi" would help Max get over his deer fear. I don't think it worked. He doesn't seem to think of Bambi as a deer.
At night as I tuck him in he says, "Deer won't eat me. Deer don't come inside." Once he said, "Deer won't get my toes because I have feet pajamas on." No wonder he keeps asking to wear the feeties. He also wants me to make sure deer won't eat Benny in his crib. I told him, "Mommy and Daddy will protect you. The deer never come inside." Yet I heard him tell his little friend Lincoln the other day, "A deer came up the stairs and bit my fingers." Either he has a vivid imagination or he dreamed that and thinks it's fact.
He asks if deer poop. Yes, son, they do. Everyone poops, as we learned from a book from the library that we read over and over a few months ago during the great pooping crisis of 2008 (thankfully that's all in the past now).
This is all because he saw deer in his grandparents' backyard last March and now he wonders if they'll be coming back, or coming to our house this time. I told him the deer like to eat plants and bushes but really don't like people, so now he'll reassure me: "Deer don't like people. They are afraid of us!" Yet I still think deep down he is afraid of them. Weird!