Thursday, November 29, 2012

End of year, but I'm not talking December.

I've had a considerable amount of free time over the last few days. Rick's parents came up over the weekend and forced me against my will  twisted my arm  talked me into  kindly offered to take the kids back with them for a few days so they could visit and play out in the country. Those control issues that feed my anxiety crept right on in at first. I buckled them into their car seats and said a quick prayer over them and the bolted inside before anybody could see me crying. The first day was challenging because a quiet house is way too unfamiliar for my comfort. But then Rick and I went out to dinner (without kids!!!) and had a couple of adult beverages (without kids!!!) and thoroughly enjoyed our time alone together (without kids!!!). And then the next day I got a bajillion projects done. I'm not even kidding. So while I miss my little munchkins like you wouldn't believe, I have taken complete advantage of the perks of being in a child-free zone and have gotten so much accomplished. It's quite energizing. But I still can't wait to see their faces and hug their necks on Wednesday! This is the longest I've ever been away from them.

Anywho, some of that productiveness means that I am finally wrapping up some of those draft posts that are lingering out there waiting for attention. I think in order to spread them out I'll just schedule them to post throughout the next week or so. So please humor me while I update you on what we were doing...oh, let's say...7 months ago. Totally relevant. Please contain your excitement!

Here are pictures from Harrison's end of year program at PeeWee School. His class were lions. They sang a cute little song and danced and roared. And by "they" I mean most everyone except Harrison. Poor kid had a little stage fright.

How about instead of singing I stand here and stare blankly into the audience.

he livened up once he was back off the stage.

His teachers last year

Beda came to cheer him on

After the show, we treated him to dinner at his then-favorite restaurant, Mamacita's. His current favorite restaurant is Whataburger. His taste is clearly becoming more refined and sophisticated with time.

Look how tiny my baby was.

Beda & Pappy surprised him with a gift...

A new cowboy hat!

He kindly offered his old "cowboy hat" to his daddy. He's sweet like that.

The last day of PeeWee School was a water day. He loved it. What I didn't love? Having to climb up the giant inflatable slide in my clothes to get him when he refused to come down.

Here are pictures from the end of year picnic:

Inhaling a s'more. But can you blame him?

Making a bird feeder

fishing for a prize

Harrison saw the musical entertainment and became best friends
The poster I stayed up way too late making as part of my room mom duties. I bet you can't say that you've made a 3D poster with birds on it, am I right? That's going on my resume, folks.

The end.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

That Boy

Harrison's birthday is on Sunday. It's his birthday week and even though he's spending a couple of days with his grandparents 3 hours away and I miss him like crazy, I have been celebrating nonetheless. I say it every year but I think I enjoy my kids' birthdays even more than mine! I've been working on party preparations and his birthday shirt and today I got all sappy going through pictures of him and thought it would be an appropriate time for me to devote a blog post to my almost-3-year old and some of the forgotten stories and mischief that he's found himself in over the last several months. I've been a terrible blogger but thankfully I have pictures and a some scribbled notes in my planner to help me document his adventures.

Here are just a few of the hilarious things that have come out of his mouth:

Me: I'm not a jungle gym.
H: No, you're not Jungle Jim, you're Jungle Mommy!

H: The mosquitoes are not good listeners. They keep biting me and that's not very nice.

H: Don't let me to fall! (every time we drive on an overpass)

H: Mommy, I'm driving! Ride with me. (in his cozy coupe car)
Me: Okay. Where are you driving me?
H: Ummm... (looking thoughtful) I'm driving you crazy!

He came out of his bedroom when he was supposed to be having quiet time (he no longer naps). I sent him back to his room and he obviously objected:
H: Mommy! Come talk to me! I want to tell you a story! MOMMY!!! MOOOOMMMMMYYYY!! Crazy girl, you're not listening to me. Crazy grown-up, you're not listening to me and that is "disapectful" to me!  

I was changing Harper's diaper and she was crying:
H: Does Harper have diaper rash?
Me: Yes, baby, she does.
H: We should pray for her. Dear God, thank you for my food, and my commandments, Amen! Oh, and Dear God, please heal Harper's diaper rash and draw us closer to you. Amen! 
Harrison started sleepwalking a couple of months ago and usually winds up coming into our room at some point during the night. Rick and I were still awake this particular night:
H: (opens door looking wide awake and as serious as can be) I just saw a dog-bird! It has wings (flaps his arms). I told it, 'hi, dog-bird, how are you doing?' and the dog-bird said, 'woof-woof!' (and then he climbed up in our bed and fell immediately back to sleep)

I sat down to eat dinner with the kids (Rick was working late) and Harrison looked at me and asked, Sooo, how is your day "doing"?  (Usually that's what Rick and I say to each other when we first sit down, except we use the right word :)

H: What's that? (points to a blemish on my face)
Me: A pimple.
H: Oh. I don't like your pimple, Mom. 
Me: Gee, thanks! That's not very nice to say.
H: But I DO like your moles. Can I touch your mole, Mommy? (He talks about/laughs at/tries to touch them pretty much every day. How weird and creepy is that??) :)  
H: I wish I could go to heaven and show God my rocket.
Me: That's sweet! But God already sees it. He sees and hears everything. He's with us all the time. 
H: Oh, okay. I just told him about my rocket, Mommy. 
Me: Good, honey! What did he say?
H: He said, 'I don't hear you, Harrison!' 

H: (In the middle of Walmart)  My penis is big! I want my penis to go back down!!! (and starts crying. Did I mention this was in the middle of Walmart??)

H: Um, Mommy? I have a question. All mommies are monsters, right?

H: I'm a cowboy, Harper is a cowgirl, and you are a...cowgrown-up!

H: Mom, will you please put some of that soap on your face? 
Me: What? This? No, this is makeup, honey. (I was about to touch up my powder)
H: Oh. Will you please put that makeup on your face?
Me: Why?
H: Because your face is messed up.

H: Are those your boobies?  (looks down my shirt)
Me: We don't say 'boobies.' They are called breasts and they are for feeding babies. 
H: I'm going to call them 'lemons' because your boobies look like lemons. (UMMM, WHAT?!?! So flattering, right?)


Thankfully I DON'T have a picture of this next story but I will NEVER forget it as long as I live.  We had to make a quick trip to Hobby Lobby about 5 or 6 months ago. (I've since sworn to myself that I will never, ever, ever go to Hobby Lobby with kids in tow, but that's another story for another day). Well, mother nature gave me a surprise in the form of a monthly cycle and I had to head to the restrooms pronto. Luckily I was able to wheel the cart into the handicap stall since I had both kids with me. I gave Harrison my phone to distract him but he was not buying it. Instead, he was quite curious about certain private business that included a tampon and was not at all concerned that there was a lady in the stall next to us as he began shouting, Mommy, what are you doing? What is that? I told him it was nothing and tried to distract him but he wouldn't give up. Yes it is, Mommy! I see it! What is that? MOMMY, WHAT ARE YOU PUTTING UP YOUR BUTT?!?! Um, yeah. Mortified doesn't even begin to describe how I felt in that moment. I patiently waited for the lady (who stayed completely silent during the whole ordeal...not even one chuckle) to finish up and leave the restroom because I was not prepared to show my face. Hopefully she knew it was a tampon and that I was not in fact trying to shoplift things in my butt. Haha! 


He figured out the child locks a long time ago. He does a pretty good job of following the rule of asking an adult for food instead of getting it for himself. But sometimes it's just a little too tempting for the little guy. I've caught him several times up in the middle of the night raiding the refrigerator. Luckily our fridge has an alarm and beeps if it's been open for more than 60 seconds. When I hear it going off I usually walk in to find him sitting in the floor with a pile of cheese, ha! And the first time I caught him in the pantry, this is what I found:

Harrison, meet Strawberry Nesquik.

One day we were in the playroom and he disappeared for a minute. Apparently a minute is all he needs to round up deadly weapons because he came back in and ran over to Harper saying, "I'm going to give Sissy a hair cut!" and was inches away from stabbing her in the head with a pair of manicure scissors. 

Here he is last summer at PeeWee School's end of year picnic. Leave it to my kid to put a cone on his head and run all over the place undeterred by lack of sight. He's quite entertaining, that boy.


These pictures just make me laugh.

Anybody noticing a theme?

No, Mom. It's a FOOTBALL helmet, geez!


Always performing

Mad scientist

Why yes, Harrison! I would LOVE it if you went through our dresser and then embarrass us in front of company!


And these pictures prove that even though he's all boy, he is also super sweet as well.

filling up the food drive bag

Getting kicked in the face half the night is worth waking up to this face.


I'll end with a video of Harrison giving us a concert. He is always looking for a stage to perform on and whatever object is closest immediately becomes a guitar as soon as he hears music. This video was from July so it's a little dated but it belongs on my blog for sure. You are dead inside if you don't find yourself smiling at his rendition of God Bless America. :)

Love that kid!

Friday, November 23, 2012


Lately my attitude has not really been one of thankfulness. There are a million reasons to try to justify it. My kids are at tough stages right now. I am paying out the wazoo in medical bills and still don't know what's "wrong" with me. I've just been in a bit of a funk lately and haven't been choosing joy like I should...and it's really such a terrible attitude to have. Of course I am exceedingly grateful for all of the multitude of blessings in my life. And now I need my attitude and actions to get on board and reflect it. I have FAR too many things to be thankful for than to overshadow all of it with blah-ness.

I should point out that I'm not the only one in a bad mood lately:

So last week in an effort to snap out of my funk I plunged full speed ahead into all things Christmas. Oh yes. I am totally one of those obnoxious people who can't get enough of the seasonal cheer. I have approximately 1.2 million Christmas music CDs in my collection. I actually enjoy driving around looking at Christmas lights. I get the fireplace going and drink hot cocoa even when it's 80 degrees outside (like today). And this year I have an added bonus: 2 kids that are as excited about all of it as I am!!! As soon as we get in the car Harrison asks for Christmas music and then they both start clapping and dancing when it comes on. FINALLY -- after enduring 12 years living with scrooge I have other people around who share my same cheesy sentiment as I do...and it is fantastic! :)

But before I skip right over Thanksgiving here on my blog, here are some pictures of how we celebrated:

Trip to the zoo with cousins on Wednesday

two of my favorite ladies

tickles from great-gramps

Addison and Julian

Is that a cookie in your mouth, honey? :)

Slaving away in the kitchen

flying a rocket on Uncle Steve

Cousin Zoe!

Lots of playing on phones

snacking and conversating


Park time!

Running off all that food

He takes his football quite seriously.

love that goofy girl!

Full of kisses to share

Most of my family lives out of town so it is always great to see them and catch up. And a true testament of my love for my family? I gave up watching Kenny perform at half time to go play at the park with them. Now THAT is love, people. :)

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

18 Months

Harper turned 18 months old over the weekend. Can you believe it?

She weighs 21 lbs, 13 oz. (20th %) and is 31 inches tall (30th %).

So Harper, what are you up to these days?

You are on the GO. And are so full of adventure! You are a whirlwind of destruction and you have such fun doing it. You love to pull out every single pair of shoes in everybody's closet and pull out every single item of clothing in everybody's dresser. Multiple times every day. You certainly exhaust me but who needs a clean house anyway, right? A happy toddler is much more important...that's what you think anyway :)

Just so you know, your daddy does not approve of these shoes at all.

You are becoming more and more of a picky eater. But one thing you never turn down is mac & cheese. You demand seconds and thirds and then lick your bowl clean. The apple sure doesn't fall far from the tree.

This pose is slightly cuter with a toddler than it is with a grown adult in sweat pants. Just sayin'.

You are most definitely becoming more independent and settling into your own personality. You used to idolize your brother, and while you still do sometimes, you also fight and bicker with him a lot.

Not sure how many more of these you guys are going to cooperate for but I'll take them as long as I can get them!

You are sleeping so much better. You take one nap around 1pm (usually about an hour) and are ready for bed by 7pm. And you are slowly sleeping in a little bit later (or at least before the time change). You usually get up around 7 or 7:30.

Thumbs up to more sleep!!!!!!!

 You don't talk a lot but you definitely know how to get your point across. Words you use on a consistent basis: mama, dada, bubba, puppy (puh-puh), cracker (cah-cah), go (and usually point and yell this at the dogs :), bye-bye, thank you (day-doo), uh-oh, bubbles (buh-buhs), no. And you love to use your signs: more, please, thank you, drink, all done, help, and I love you. 

You definitely know how to ask for opening up the freezer and grabbing one and bringing it to us :)

A few other snippets about you at this age:

*you love to give hugs and kisses.
*you are shy around people you don't know well.
*You HATE being in the stroller or in the shopping cart. HATE it.
*Every time you hear an airplane you look up in the sky and point to it, and then make airplane noises and laugh.
*You are a really such a sweet girl. But you also have a temper. We've had to put you in timeout a few times for hitting and BOY did you get mad! You have a flair for drama and can pout that lip out about a mile!
*You aren't interested in tv at all. You like to sit and read with me for about 2 pages because you don't like it when I turn the page. You love to play Ring-Around-the-Rosy and If You're Happy and You Know It.
*You are in size 18mo. clothes, size 4-5 shoe, and size 4 diaper.
*You make us smile and laugh and thank God every day! 

Harper, stop growing up so fast! Please and thank you.

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