Today Nate was talking about some of the things that needed to be done for a clinic install, and he and the person he was talking to on the phone kept referencing CAT5 and CAT6. Lucy and I thought we were pretty funny and said, "Well is it 5 cats or 6? Hahahaha."
Milo looked at me and said, "Mommy, I'm pretty sure Daddy is talking about clinical software." Smartypants.
After her shower today, Lucy climbed into my lap and said, "Mommy, I just want to sit on your lap all the time. You are my comfy place." (sigh) Perfect moment. She did take it a little further... "I want to sit in your lap all the time because I love you so much, even when you're going poo-poo." Hmmm...
But I'll be the comfy place. Always.
Tuesday, November 29, 2016
Days of the week
Still here...
Still busy...
Still making a baby and fielding ridiculous questions like, "Oh, you're 28 weeks? Are you BIG for 28 weeks?"
Lucy was in deep thought the other day in the car, and finally told me, "Mommy, when I grow up, I'd like to be an angel." (more deep thought) "I'd really like to be in the Torah."
We moved Milo and Lucy into the same room with bunk beds last week! I was wondering if I would ever sleep again, but remarkably, they seem to be doing really well and enjoying the room swap. Now we just need to get a nursery together for Emmy and we'll be good to go. Well, relatively speaking.
Happy Monday! OH my word, never mind. It's Tuesday. So happy Tuesday to you.
Still busy...
Still making a baby and fielding ridiculous questions like, "Oh, you're 28 weeks? Are you BIG for 28 weeks?"
Lucy was in deep thought the other day in the car, and finally told me, "Mommy, when I grow up, I'd like to be an angel." (more deep thought) "I'd really like to be in the Torah."
We moved Milo and Lucy into the same room with bunk beds last week! I was wondering if I would ever sleep again, but remarkably, they seem to be doing really well and enjoying the room swap. Now we just need to get a nursery together for Emmy and we'll be good to go. Well, relatively speaking.
Happy Monday! OH my word, never mind. It's Tuesday. So happy Tuesday to you.
Thursday, November 17, 2016
Twinsies
Sometimes you have a friend whom you really love and really look up to, and you just need to wear a matching shirt with him.
Just a snippet
I have the sweetest, most wonderful children on the planet. You know this. But I know I have been quick to share the (slightly) naughty things they've done here recently, and I've especially tattled on Lucy. So, to make up for it, let me just tell you what happened last night.
She and I were snuggled up in her chair saying bedtime prayers, and she was talking so quietly I had to lean in to hear her. I'm glad I did, because she prayed, "Please let Mommy know that she's the best mommy in the whole world, and she's the prettiest, and she has the prettiest hair and the prettiest dresses."
Heart melted.
Also, have you wondered where Milo has been on the blog? He is the funniest, most tender, most thoughtful little man I know. He doesn't do a lot of naughty (right now - but he's had his moments). I will tell you this. I taught him to sew the other day and he was AWESOME. Meticulous and attentive and sewing in straight lines. I'm so proud of this guy.
She and I were snuggled up in her chair saying bedtime prayers, and she was talking so quietly I had to lean in to hear her. I'm glad I did, because she prayed, "Please let Mommy know that she's the best mommy in the whole world, and she's the prettiest, and she has the prettiest hair and the prettiest dresses."
Heart melted.
Also, have you wondered where Milo has been on the blog? He is the funniest, most tender, most thoughtful little man I know. He doesn't do a lot of naughty (right now - but he's had his moments). I will tell you this. I taught him to sew the other day and he was AWESOME. Meticulous and attentive and sewing in straight lines. I'm so proud of this guy.
Monday, November 14, 2016
A sassy mouth
Something about the 3's at our house... Both of my little people have been so funny and so challenging at this age. And they both developed a little sass at this age, too...
For example, my sweet Lucy Jane. The other night she asked me if it was my turn to lay her down, and I told her yes. She replied, "Lucky you, Mommy."
Or Saturday, as Lucy snuggled with me on the couch, Milo asked Nate, "Daddy, could we watch Thunderbirds?" Lucy told him, "No, but you can smell my feet." (That's classic Nate, by the way, so I blame this on him...)
Good times around here for sure.
For example, my sweet Lucy Jane. The other night she asked me if it was my turn to lay her down, and I told her yes. She replied, "Lucky you, Mommy."
Or Saturday, as Lucy snuggled with me on the couch, Milo asked Nate, "Daddy, could we watch Thunderbirds?" Lucy told him, "No, but you can smell my feet." (That's classic Nate, by the way, so I blame this on him...)
Good times around here for sure.
Sunday, November 13, 2016
Milo's showcase
Friday, November 11, 2016
A little something adorable
Want to see something cute? Check out Lucy's latest gymnastics showcase video... I'll post Milo's as well. They are both so fun to watch and so full of spunk!
Sunday, November 6, 2016
The lesser of two evils
I can't tell what I'm more irritable about - the time change, or the upcoming election. Really, if one of the candidates had just run on the platform of eliminating the time change, maybe things would have been easier?
My little people have been up since 6:30 a.m. This may not seem like a big deal to you, but we aren't early risers around here. We don't have to be, because we home school and rarely go anywhere. Say what you will, but it's a pretty decent set-up. So yes, 6:30 a.m., and I barely slept a wink last night for some inexplicable reason. I remember back in the good old high school and college days, when Fall behind time change meant I literally got extra sleep. I'd like to publicly apologize to every single parent that I ever made a glib comment to, like, "Oh, time change! Yay! That means we all get to have an extra hour!" If it makes you feel better, the universe is now paying me back...
And the election? Oh my. Really, America? These were our best two options this year? Of all the people in this country, all the politicians, all the individuals who care what the country looks like, we have to choose between a crook and a perv? I took my little people and early voted on Thursday, which is extremely unlike me because I normally love the hoopla surrounding election day. But really, I just went to get it over with and do my civic duty. I don't even know how to tell you how I hope things turn out. I think we're screwed either way. I saw an old friend at Schlotzsky's after we voted, and she asked my kids if they had been praying that who God wanted would get in, and I literally had to bite my tongue and not pop off that I was pretty sure he didn't want either of them...
On a happy note, getting up at the crack of dawn on a Sunday means we've already gotten and eaten donuts, all the ironing is finished, and the fruit kabobs I was supposed to make for a party are finished, all by 10:00 a.m. Now, who's ready for a nap?
My little people have been up since 6:30 a.m. This may not seem like a big deal to you, but we aren't early risers around here. We don't have to be, because we home school and rarely go anywhere. Say what you will, but it's a pretty decent set-up. So yes, 6:30 a.m., and I barely slept a wink last night for some inexplicable reason. I remember back in the good old high school and college days, when Fall behind time change meant I literally got extra sleep. I'd like to publicly apologize to every single parent that I ever made a glib comment to, like, "Oh, time change! Yay! That means we all get to have an extra hour!" If it makes you feel better, the universe is now paying me back...
And the election? Oh my. Really, America? These were our best two options this year? Of all the people in this country, all the politicians, all the individuals who care what the country looks like, we have to choose between a crook and a perv? I took my little people and early voted on Thursday, which is extremely unlike me because I normally love the hoopla surrounding election day. But really, I just went to get it over with and do my civic duty. I don't even know how to tell you how I hope things turn out. I think we're screwed either way. I saw an old friend at Schlotzsky's after we voted, and she asked my kids if they had been praying that who God wanted would get in, and I literally had to bite my tongue and not pop off that I was pretty sure he didn't want either of them...
On a happy note, getting up at the crack of dawn on a Sunday means we've already gotten and eaten donuts, all the ironing is finished, and the fruit kabobs I was supposed to make for a party are finished, all by 10:00 a.m. Now, who's ready for a nap?
Wednesday, November 2, 2016
Sick days
It never fails for me - when I have a rough day with one of my little people, I tend to have a rough night as well.
After Monday's debacle with the toothpaste (and the letters on her wall, and the whatever else happened that day), Lucy woke up at 3 a.m. sick as can be. She was congested, she was coughing so hard she almost threw up, and she was bawling. I don't blame her. I wanted to as well.
Once I got her settled down, I rocked her and thought she'd go back to sleep. Ummmmmm, NO. My sweet darling was soaking up the uninterrupted mommy-time and was awake for at least three hours. I rocked her. I laid down with her in the recliner. I snuggled her on the couch. I rocked her again. All to no avail. The child would look like a tiny sleeping cherub, and as soon as I would think about laying her down, her eyes would pop open. "Mommy, why don't we have Skittles anymore?" Or, "Who do you think is the prettiest baby doll?" And then, "Mommy, I need a drink. I'm about to sneeze. I have to go potty." I finally just put her back into her bed with at least ten kisses and headed to the couch to sleep for an hour and a half before she just got up for the day.
And then she was sweet (sick) sunshine for the day. She was snuggly. She was cheerful. But she was running a fever and running out of steam more and more. And I genuinely felt bad for her, all the while enjoying my little punkin at her most precious.
So now it's Wednesday and she is feeling a little better. Still running a fever, but it's creeping down. She is building with Legos in Milo's room, dressed in a dance costume and singing at the top of her lungs with her little hoarse voice.
Every day is a challenge, and I'm just hoping today's challenge doesn't involve toilet paper or toothpaste (although it's already involved oatmeal sneezed all in my hair).
After Monday's debacle with the toothpaste (and the letters on her wall, and the whatever else happened that day), Lucy woke up at 3 a.m. sick as can be. She was congested, she was coughing so hard she almost threw up, and she was bawling. I don't blame her. I wanted to as well.
Once I got her settled down, I rocked her and thought she'd go back to sleep. Ummmmmm, NO. My sweet darling was soaking up the uninterrupted mommy-time and was awake for at least three hours. I rocked her. I laid down with her in the recliner. I snuggled her on the couch. I rocked her again. All to no avail. The child would look like a tiny sleeping cherub, and as soon as I would think about laying her down, her eyes would pop open. "Mommy, why don't we have Skittles anymore?" Or, "Who do you think is the prettiest baby doll?" And then, "Mommy, I need a drink. I'm about to sneeze. I have to go potty." I finally just put her back into her bed with at least ten kisses and headed to the couch to sleep for an hour and a half before she just got up for the day.
And then she was sweet (sick) sunshine for the day. She was snuggly. She was cheerful. But she was running a fever and running out of steam more and more. And I genuinely felt bad for her, all the while enjoying my little punkin at her most precious.
So now it's Wednesday and she is feeling a little better. Still running a fever, but it's creeping down. She is building with Legos in Milo's room, dressed in a dance costume and singing at the top of her lungs with her little hoarse voice.
Every day is a challenge, and I'm just hoping today's challenge doesn't involve toilet paper or toothpaste (although it's already involved oatmeal sneezed all in my hair).
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