Spending a day at the park with your friend, walking the edge of the playground, in 70 degree weather.
(obviously a month ago)
5.31.2008
5.30.2008
Momma's Quote of the Day
Heard, coming from the bathroom, earlier today:
"You Guys! No fighting while Momma's cleaning up poop!!!!"
"You Guys! No fighting while Momma's cleaning up poop!!!!"
The Bragmeister
Yep, that's me.
Like every other mom, I think the stuff that flies from my kids' mouths (save for vomit & chewed up food) is STELLAR & hilarious & intelligent.
So, here's the part where I document it because we all know that momma's brains become mush & there's so little we remember. And I don't want to forget a thing.
Yesterday, we were outside in the 85 degrees playing our little hearts out. I grabbed us bottles of cold water. Flynn unscrewed hers & started chugging away. She took a breather & said, "Phew. This is sure refreshing on a hot day like today."
I laughed & laughed & tried to burn it into my brain. But apparently, at dinner when I retold it to Jeff, I was a little bit wrong & she corrected me. Because she has a snap shot brain like her dad's; wherein she remembers quotes of movies & quotes of herself.
Some other noteworthy things I've heard her say in the last few days:
"Mom, this is amazing."
"I'm mad at you. I'm going to turn around so you can't see me." (don't explain to her that just because she can't see me that I can't see her)
"Oh look at bubby. What a cute little baby."
"Mom, you know this picture where Bubs is in your tummy & I'm kissing it? Was he born the next day?"
"Pink is my favorite color. I reeeeally like it."
"Mom, I do NOT like riding in the cart."
"I don't like having long hair. I want to get mine cut."
"Momma, would you call Grammy & tell her that I like going to her house?....
I want to spend the night with her. Mom, next time can I spend more than one dark nap there? And go to Nana's too?
I like both of those places....
can I spend THREE NIGHTS at both of those places?
I like spending three seconds at places (somehow nights converted into seconds), I never get to. I want to." (I think Grammy & Nana would prefer 3 seconds over 3 nights anyway)
And, I can't brag on my girl, without bragging on my boy.........................
Who thinks the word for DOG is "Woocy" (woocy = Lucy, Grammy's dog)...I think this is due to the fact that he knew her as a baby, before he got exposure to any other dogs.
He even calls a hot DOG a woocy.
Pee-Pee Pot is what he dubbed sitting on the potty, a long time ago. So much for the 'correct' words we taught Flynn (restroom, etc.). I have a feeling he's not going to use the anatomical terms that we use around here.
The bedtime routine is completely dictated by him. Typically, Daddy tucks him in, I tuck in Flynn. He tells daddy, "Down" for him to put his head on Gabe's pillow. And when he's tired, he'll just cut things short & say "Go" or "Bye" & point to his door.
He rides his horse & yells "YEE-HAWWWWWW!!" I need to get him boots & a hat.
He sings Itsy Bitsy Spider & Twinkle Twinkle...and bless his pea-pickin' heart. All I have to say is thank God he can carry a tune. Otherwise, I'm not totally sure we'd understand what song he is singing.
He knows his colors, has for a while now, but we're just now getting to the point of understanding which color is which. For a while, everything sounded like BLUE.
And, we're sooo close to be officially trained. He has been in undies during all his waking hours, all week. And save for Tues., where he both poo'ed AND pee'ed in his undies (numerous times) for my BFF who was visiting, he has done excellently. He yells "PEE PEE POT!!!!!!!!" and takes off trucking down the hall to the bathroom. I figure we'll save a good $40 each month (cable/satelite anyone?, just kidding) once he's fully trained. Of course, this week, what we've saved in diapers, we've spent on water to wash the bajillion soiled underwear. Or to replace the pair I *CUT* off of him & threw away.
Let's just say, some stuff should never go through the washer. ;)
Like every other mom, I think the stuff that flies from my kids' mouths (save for vomit & chewed up food) is STELLAR & hilarious & intelligent.
So, here's the part where I document it because we all know that momma's brains become mush & there's so little we remember. And I don't want to forget a thing.
Yesterday, we were outside in the 85 degrees playing our little hearts out. I grabbed us bottles of cold water. Flynn unscrewed hers & started chugging away. She took a breather & said, "Phew. This is sure refreshing on a hot day like today."
I laughed & laughed & tried to burn it into my brain. But apparently, at dinner when I retold it to Jeff, I was a little bit wrong & she corrected me. Because she has a snap shot brain like her dad's; wherein she remembers quotes of movies & quotes of herself.
Some other noteworthy things I've heard her say in the last few days:
"Mom, this is amazing."
"I'm mad at you. I'm going to turn around so you can't see me." (don't explain to her that just because she can't see me that I can't see her)
"Oh look at bubby. What a cute little baby."
"Mom, you know this picture where Bubs is in your tummy & I'm kissing it? Was he born the next day?"
"Pink is my favorite color. I reeeeally like it."
"Mom, I do NOT like riding in the cart."
"I don't like having long hair. I want to get mine cut."
"Momma, would you call Grammy & tell her that I like going to her house?....
I want to spend the night with her. Mom, next time can I spend more than one dark nap there? And go to Nana's too?
I like both of those places....
can I spend THREE NIGHTS at both of those places?
I like spending three seconds at places (somehow nights converted into seconds), I never get to. I want to." (I think Grammy & Nana would prefer 3 seconds over 3 nights anyway)
And, I can't brag on my girl, without bragging on my boy.........................
Who thinks the word for DOG is "Woocy" (woocy = Lucy, Grammy's dog)...I think this is due to the fact that he knew her as a baby, before he got exposure to any other dogs.
He even calls a hot DOG a woocy.
Pee-Pee Pot is what he dubbed sitting on the potty, a long time ago. So much for the 'correct' words we taught Flynn (restroom, etc.). I have a feeling he's not going to use the anatomical terms that we use around here.
The bedtime routine is completely dictated by him. Typically, Daddy tucks him in, I tuck in Flynn. He tells daddy, "Down" for him to put his head on Gabe's pillow. And when he's tired, he'll just cut things short & say "Go" or "Bye" & point to his door.
He rides his horse & yells "YEE-HAWWWWWW!!" I need to get him boots & a hat.
He sings Itsy Bitsy Spider & Twinkle Twinkle...and bless his pea-pickin' heart. All I have to say is thank God he can carry a tune. Otherwise, I'm not totally sure we'd understand what song he is singing.
He knows his colors, has for a while now, but we're just now getting to the point of understanding which color is which. For a while, everything sounded like BLUE.
And, we're sooo close to be officially trained. He has been in undies during all his waking hours, all week. And save for Tues., where he both poo'ed AND pee'ed in his undies (numerous times) for my BFF who was visiting, he has done excellently. He yells "PEE PEE POT!!!!!!!!" and takes off trucking down the hall to the bathroom. I figure we'll save a good $40 each month (cable/satelite anyone?, just kidding) once he's fully trained. Of course, this week, what we've saved in diapers, we've spent on water to wash the bajillion soiled underwear. Or to replace the pair I *CUT* off of him & threw away.
Let's just say, some stuff should never go through the washer. ;)
5.29.2008
Kids Eat Free
It's easy to just look at a K.E.F. list & get to go wherever. But just like anywhere we go to eat, it takes research (& prayers) ahead of time.
So, here is a list of St Louis area restaurants whocelebrate participate in a KIDS EAT FREE night (or more). note: to my friends in other states, some of these restaurants are in your area too, so read on!
Kriegers Sports Grill: KIDS EAT FREE ON TUESDAYS.
Their ingredients/nutritional facts are no where to be found. I've emailed them for that.
Cici's: KIDS 3 & UNDER ARE FREE EVERYDAY.
We had decent luck with Flynn was a baby with plain pasta. HOWEVER, the last few years, we have not taken her in there. The open food bar poses too many threats.
D Dooley's: KIDS EAT FREE ON TUESDAYS.
The website gives no ingredients/nutritional facts (just a menu), so this is one place we'd have to "chance" going & seeing firsthand (which does sometimes have its advantages) if they had anything that was safe. Doing it this way sometimes brings the manager/owner out of the woodwork & will show firsthand, if a restaurant is allergy-friendly or not. There are only 2 locations: Fenton & Eureka.
Fortel's Pizza Den: KIDS EAT FREE ON TUESDAYS.
The pasta (we have had good luck w/ spaghetti) as well as the red pasta sauce, are both safe. She loves it. They also get their drinks free! (adults, bring your cups from last time & get a super great discount on your drink)
O'Charley's: KIDS UNDER 10 EAT FREE *EVERYDAY* (doesn't include drinks)
"O'tenders" are safe for Flynn. As are the fries.
We love this place, even tho the service is hit or miss.
IHOP: *KIDS EAT FREE EVERYDAY*.
Ingredients not listed on their site, but I have emailed them requesting ingredients.
Pasta House Company: KIDS EAT FREE SUNDAYS.
Plain pasta has been fine for her in the past. And the rolls were fine when she was a baby but the ingredients may have changed.
Culpeppers: Monday nights KIDS EAT FREE.
Ingredients not listed on their site, but I have emailed them to ask for them. Flynn's never eaten there.
Fazoli's : Tues nights, kids eat for 99 cents.
Flynn has plain spaghetti...there is one red sauce that's 'safe', but she prefers plain anyway.
Ponderosa: (or as we call it as we drive by "Pon da gross a", because we're so mature) Kids Eat Free on TUESDAYS.
I have no idea what's safe, once again, ingredients not listed but I have emailed them.
Captain Ds: KIDS EAT FREE after 4:00 on Thursdays. Includes the drink.
I have no idea what's safe, once again, ingredients not listed but I have emailed them.
LoneStar Steakhouse: KIDS EAT FREE, 11 am - 4 pm on Saturdays.
Again, totally unsure what's safe for the girl -- email has been sent.
Fuddruckers: Kids 12 and under eat 99 cent meals on Monday and Tuesday after 4:00 pm, up to 2 kids per parent. They get an entree, side, drink and cookie.
Fraileys: Mondays KIDS EAT FREE.
This is pretty far from us, so I wouldn't go through the hastle of finding out what's safe for her.
Buffalo Wild Wings: Mondays KIDS EAT FOR 99 cents.
Email sent to them to get ingredients, meanwhile, we go elsewhere.
WHAT DO I SAY IN MY EMAIL?:
We're planning a trip to your restaurant but were unable to find the ingredients anywhere on your web site. My daughter has a severe allergy to milk-based ingredients. It's just easier if we find out what foods are safe for her, before we go to a restaurant.Is that something that could be emailed to me?
I really appreciate it & thank you in advance!
SOMETIMES THEY RESPOND, SOMETIMES THEY DON'T. SOMETIMES THEY RESPOND TO TELL ME, BASICALLY, IN NOT SO MANY WORDS, TO JUST NOT BOTHER.
Meanwhile, eat up, for cheap!
So, here is a list of St Louis area restaurants who
Kriegers Sports Grill: KIDS EAT FREE ON TUESDAYS.
Their ingredients/nutritional facts are no where to be found. I've emailed them for that.
Cici's: KIDS 3 & UNDER ARE FREE EVERYDAY.
We had decent luck with Flynn was a baby with plain pasta. HOWEVER, the last few years, we have not taken her in there. The open food bar poses too many threats.
D Dooley's: KIDS EAT FREE ON TUESDAYS.
The website gives no ingredients/nutritional facts (just a menu), so this is one place we'd have to "chance" going & seeing firsthand (which does sometimes have its advantages) if they had anything that was safe. Doing it this way sometimes brings the manager/owner out of the woodwork & will show firsthand, if a restaurant is allergy-friendly or not. There are only 2 locations: Fenton & Eureka.
Fortel's Pizza Den: KIDS EAT FREE ON TUESDAYS.
The pasta (we have had good luck w/ spaghetti) as well as the red pasta sauce, are both safe. She loves it. They also get their drinks free! (adults, bring your cups from last time & get a super great discount on your drink)
O'Charley's: KIDS UNDER 10 EAT FREE *EVERYDAY* (doesn't include drinks)
"O'tenders" are safe for Flynn. As are the fries.
We love this place, even tho the service is hit or miss.
IHOP: *KIDS EAT FREE EVERYDAY*.
Ingredients not listed on their site, but I have emailed them requesting ingredients.
Pasta House Company: KIDS EAT FREE SUNDAYS.
Plain pasta has been fine for her in the past. And the rolls were fine when she was a baby but the ingredients may have changed.
Culpeppers: Monday nights KIDS EAT FREE.
Ingredients not listed on their site, but I have emailed them to ask for them. Flynn's never eaten there.
Fazoli's : Tues nights, kids eat for 99 cents.
Flynn has plain spaghetti...there is one red sauce that's 'safe', but she prefers plain anyway.
Ponderosa: (or as we call it as we drive by "Pon da gross a", because we're so mature) Kids Eat Free on TUESDAYS.
I have no idea what's safe, once again, ingredients not listed but I have emailed them.
Captain Ds: KIDS EAT FREE after 4:00 on Thursdays. Includes the drink.
I have no idea what's safe, once again, ingredients not listed but I have emailed them.
LoneStar Steakhouse: KIDS EAT FREE, 11 am - 4 pm on Saturdays.
Again, totally unsure what's safe for the girl -- email has been sent.
Fuddruckers: Kids 12 and under eat 99 cent meals on Monday and Tuesday after 4:00 pm, up to 2 kids per parent. They get an entree, side, drink and cookie.
Fraileys: Mondays KIDS EAT FREE.
This is pretty far from us, so I wouldn't go through the hastle of finding out what's safe for her.
Buffalo Wild Wings: Mondays KIDS EAT FOR 99 cents.
Email sent to them to get ingredients, meanwhile, we go elsewhere.
WHAT DO I SAY IN MY EMAIL?:
We're planning a trip to your restaurant but were unable to find the ingredients anywhere on your web site. My daughter has a severe allergy to milk-based ingredients. It's just easier if we find out what foods are safe for her, before we go to a restaurant.Is that something that could be emailed to me?
I really appreciate it & thank you in advance!
SOMETIMES THEY RESPOND, SOMETIMES THEY DON'T. SOMETIMES THEY RESPOND TO TELL ME, BASICALLY, IN NOT SO MANY WORDS, TO JUST NOT BOTHER.
Meanwhile, eat up, for cheap!
The Part Where I Want to Kick Someone In the Throat
...on account of reading some of the comments posted here. In response to our MLB stadium making a decision to open a peanut free section (ONE section) at one of the games this season (ONE game), they opened the question up to some the fine (using the term loosely) readers on their site.
Some people still think that parents of allergy kids are overreacting & blowing things out of proportion.
I wish those people had been around the evening last summer when Flynn's airway closed. And then I could've jammed the giant needle of the epi-pen into their leg as well.
As I read, I thought to myself, 'Really? Are there really people that ignorant? Really?'
And then I commented. And so did Jeff. And I wanted to kick someone in the throat.
Some people still think that parents of allergy kids are overreacting & blowing things out of proportion.
I wish those people had been around the evening last summer when Flynn's airway closed. And then I could've jammed the giant needle of the epi-pen into their leg as well.
As I read, I thought to myself, 'Really? Are there really people that ignorant? Really?'
And then I commented. And so did Jeff. And I wanted to kick someone in the throat.
5.28.2008
Operator. What's Your Emergency?
"Well, my 11-month old daughter is gagging, kind of choking on something. She has been for about 10 minutes & I just talked to the phone nurse at her pediatrician's office & she told me to call 9-1-1."
"Okay, sending paramedics."
"Okay, well, could you tell them that when they get into the subdivision, to turn OFF their siren & lights? I don't want to needlessly alarm any of the neighbors." read: embarrass the heck out of myself, since I'm a parent educator to some of the residents in this subdivision.
That was 3.5 years ago. Flynn was my only baby. And she LOVED, absolutely LOVED sticking things in her mouth. Even when there was nothing to stick in her mouth, she still found something. Remember the bug?
Here's what happened that cool October 29th Friday afternoon....
I had hot plans to dress our baby girl up in her chicken costume & head up to Daddy's classroom party. But not before a visit from our Parents as Teachers parent educator. I was also a p.e. for PAT & was sure to clean extra well that morning, so my co-worker didn't think I was a slob.
Baby Flynn crawled around on the squeaky clean, freshly mopped kitchen floor after our PAT visit. While I gathered our bag & her costume & all the other steps to the departure routine. But before we headed out the door, she sauntered up to me looking alarmed & kind of doing some kind of motion with her mouth. Then she gagged & coughed. And shortly after that I realized that she must've swallowed something. No surprise for me, Mom to the most oral kid on the face of the earth. That girl threw anything & everything in her pie hole.
But, after the foreign object (which at the time I thought could've been a hair or a piece of her lunch from before) hung out in purgatory forever, I figured I'd better just get some medical advice.
As posted above, my advice turned into panic & before I knew it, I was hearing a siren in the distance. Well, even my first-time-mom'ness knew that a screaming siren, lights, & men busting in the door & heading to my baby just might alarm her a tad. So, we stepped out on the stoop & I pointed & showed her the special lights & visitors headed her way. My little socialite even grew excited as her new "friends" approached our drive. Drool running from her mouth, she kicked & waved & welcomed them.
I explained to them that she wasn't actually choking...at least not by my standards. But that there was definitely something that wasn't going down & that I was unable to get with my finger sweeps.
Each of them took their turn holding my girl & checking her mouth & throat as she played with their EMT badge & batted her long dark lashes. They commented that it was an easy call & that she was so friendly.
As the last one gave it a shot, they asked me what I'd like them to do. And suggested that they could take her in for an x-ray, or that I could.
And just as I started to tell them how silly that would be, I saw my girl doing almost a swishing motion with her toothless mouth.
"She looks like she's bringing something up."
And I stepped forward to reach as far as I could & just pinch something, anything...
And that's when I got it.
Embarrassingly enough,
the teeny tiny, light-weight (as easy to hang out right at the top of one's esophagus as it is to be swept/mopped to the edge of the linoleum) see-through, snipped CORNER of a pouch of icing,
belonging to a toaster strudel.
And (mystery solved), they had me sign a slip, something eluding to the fact that the 'patient' wasn't treated, nor transported.
And then,
I asked if I could take her photo with them in front of their ambulance.
'Cause I figured,
they probably already knew I was crazy.
"Okay, sending paramedics."
"Okay, well, could you tell them that when they get into the subdivision, to turn OFF their siren & lights? I don't want to needlessly alarm any of the neighbors." read: embarrass the heck out of myself, since I'm a parent educator to some of the residents in this subdivision.
That was 3.5 years ago. Flynn was my only baby. And she LOVED, absolutely LOVED sticking things in her mouth. Even when there was nothing to stick in her mouth, she still found something. Remember the bug?
Here's what happened that cool October 29th Friday afternoon....
I had hot plans to dress our baby girl up in her chicken costume & head up to Daddy's classroom party. But not before a visit from our Parents as Teachers parent educator. I was also a p.e. for PAT & was sure to clean extra well that morning, so my co-worker didn't think I was a slob.
Baby Flynn crawled around on the squeaky clean, freshly mopped kitchen floor after our PAT visit. While I gathered our bag & her costume & all the other steps to the departure routine. But before we headed out the door, she sauntered up to me looking alarmed & kind of doing some kind of motion with her mouth. Then she gagged & coughed. And shortly after that I realized that she must've swallowed something. No surprise for me, Mom to the most oral kid on the face of the earth. That girl threw anything & everything in her pie hole.
But, after the foreign object (which at the time I thought could've been a hair or a piece of her lunch from before) hung out in purgatory forever, I figured I'd better just get some medical advice.
As posted above, my advice turned into panic & before I knew it, I was hearing a siren in the distance. Well, even my first-time-mom'ness knew that a screaming siren, lights, & men busting in the door & heading to my baby just might alarm her a tad. So, we stepped out on the stoop & I pointed & showed her the special lights & visitors headed her way. My little socialite even grew excited as her new "friends" approached our drive. Drool running from her mouth, she kicked & waved & welcomed them.
I explained to them that she wasn't actually choking...at least not by my standards. But that there was definitely something that wasn't going down & that I was unable to get with my finger sweeps.
Each of them took their turn holding my girl & checking her mouth & throat as she played with their EMT badge & batted her long dark lashes. They commented that it was an easy call & that she was so friendly.
As the last one gave it a shot, they asked me what I'd like them to do. And suggested that they could take her in for an x-ray, or that I could.
And just as I started to tell them how silly that would be, I saw my girl doing almost a swishing motion with her toothless mouth.
"She looks like she's bringing something up."
And I stepped forward to reach as far as I could & just pinch something, anything...
And that's when I got it.
Embarrassingly enough,
the teeny tiny, light-weight (as easy to hang out right at the top of one's esophagus as it is to be swept/mopped to the edge of the linoleum) see-through, snipped CORNER of a pouch of icing,
belonging to a toaster strudel.
And (mystery solved), they had me sign a slip, something eluding to the fact that the 'patient' wasn't treated, nor transported.
And then,
I asked if I could take her photo with them in front of their ambulance.
'Cause I figured,
they probably already knew I was crazy.
5.27.2008
Here's Your Sign
Go to Kindra's blog & check out her new contest. She's opened an Etsy store with primitive signs & is very talented!
Good luck!
Good luck!
5.26.2008
One of the Funniest Things I've Seen
in all my 34 years....
The movie, Ice Age, had practically found a permanent home in our mini-van's DVD player. The kids loved & I could tolerate hearing it from the driver's seat.
So, each time we were on the road a lengthy amount of time, I'd press play & the kids were in movie heaven (poor little tv-deprived babies).
Between their opportunity to memorize this movie, added to that their inherited (from hot hubs) skill to burn parts of movies to their little brains, they can walk around & quote parts of this movie. And thank goodness, the parts are funny & easy on the ears.
I guess with Gabe having a speech delay, I have expectations on him that are -- shall we say, adapted. And because of that, when he does something spectacular, it completely knocks my socks off. And plus, he's still my baby (well, he always will be, even when he's not 2).
So, when these two, polishing off mugs (I know, weird, but the whole plastic thing has me freaked out enough to have pushed all their little kiddy bowls to the back of the cabinet) of pasta, started Ice Age dialogue... I started throwing roses at them. (whew, sorry for the world's longest run-on sentence there).
And it wasn't enough that one of them would take one part & the other be the 2nd character....and that they used annunciation, accents, & hand motions; but that after the 30-second BIalogue, THEY SWITCHED PARTS.
I. kid. you. not.
And so, first thing tomorrow morning, I'm calling St Louis Actors' Guild, to see how young they take them.
The movie, Ice Age, had practically found a permanent home in our mini-van's DVD player. The kids loved & I could tolerate hearing it from the driver's seat.
So, each time we were on the road a lengthy amount of time, I'd press play & the kids were in movie heaven (poor little tv-deprived babies).
Between their opportunity to memorize this movie, added to that their inherited (from hot hubs) skill to burn parts of movies to their little brains, they can walk around & quote parts of this movie. And thank goodness, the parts are funny & easy on the ears.
I guess with Gabe having a speech delay, I have expectations on him that are -- shall we say, adapted. And because of that, when he does something spectacular, it completely knocks my socks off. And plus, he's still my baby (well, he always will be, even when he's not 2).
So, when these two, polishing off mugs (I know, weird, but the whole plastic thing has me freaked out enough to have pushed all their little kiddy bowls to the back of the cabinet) of pasta, started Ice Age dialogue... I started throwing roses at them. (whew, sorry for the world's longest run-on sentence there).
And it wasn't enough that one of them would take one part & the other be the 2nd character....and that they used annunciation, accents, & hand motions; but that after the 30-second BIalogue, THEY SWITCHED PARTS.
I. kid. you. not.
And so, first thing tomorrow morning, I'm calling St Louis Actors' Guild, to see how young they take them.
Nan-Cam
I recently had Nana's memory card from her camera & 'stole' these photos:
The prettiest 14 & 17 year olds I know.
KK, the kids' youngest girl cousin, is famous for playing with them whenever she's around.
The prettiest 14 & 17 year olds I know.
Sleeping beauties. PS Does anyone know a fool-proof way to keep someone from moving to California?
KK, the kids' youngest girl cousin, is famous for playing with them whenever she's around.Sure to Get You in Trouble
Thank goodness she doesn't access my blog because if my firstborn had seen that last photo UPSIDE DOWN, there would've been meltdowns to be had.
Here is the sketch is it's right-side up glory:
I'm sure some famous artist somewhere had a painting displayed upside down & it became famous for that.
So, if my previous post makes my little artist rich, she'd better give me half.
5.25.2008
5.24.2008
He's Lucky He's So Hot
because goodness knows, he's not a grown-up.
check out the eye-candy I get to wake up next to everyday
even our poor children's leapfrog fridge game letters aren't sacred
check out the eye-candy I get to wake up next to everyday
even our poor children's leapfrog fridge game letters aren't sacred 5.23.2008
Luv is Bloomin'
Mr Postman brought us this dandy in the mail the other day. I was almost as excited as Flynn.
I really think Tiff should make an etsy shop & sell these little beauties. She's as talented as she is cute. She calls'em LUV BLOOMS. It looked super cute the other day when her hair was down & swept to the side with her bloom.
And as much as Jeff thinks it's corny, I love having blog-friends!
5.22.2008
Nemo, 'Pooky!
Yesterday, Hot Hubs played hookie & with what had to be the MOST beautiful day I've seen in a while, we headed to the zoo.
The kids knew we were going to be going & it got Gabe up at 6 am where he went in & woke Flynn. Jeff laughed that if they were this excited about leaving to go the zoo, imagine next summer when we go to Disney.
So first I'll explain the title...
one of the first things we did once we got to the zoo, was to go into a cave-like thing, which they had painted & decorated to look like a whale. There was whale song piping from the speakers & walking through it was cool & dark.
The whale language reminded Gabe of Nemo.
The darkness was 'pooky (spooky) to him.
So, as we walked through it, he yelled, "Nemo 'pooky!!" & made some kind of signs w/ his hands, which must indicate a scariness of some kind.
This made quite an impression on him. It was all he could talk about through the whole zoo.
And the day after. At lunch today, I asked what his favorite thing was,
"Nemo pooky."
So, trying to get him away from what seems to be scary association, I wanted him to think about the other things we saw. But all he could think of (say) was POOKY.
So, we said, "Were the monkeys spooky?...no....Were the butterflies spooky?...no..."
And he interjected, "Wuh wions pooky?....m'bo...." [were the lions spooky? no]
We could hardly contain ourselves. And were of course thrilled that he put together a 3-word sentence. Apparently speech therapy is working!
*special thanks to the zustiaks for lending us their camera. ours is no more (got old) & the zustiaks got a new one & have lent us their old one until we can get the funds together to get a new & great camera*
This butterfly house was one of my fav parts. There were so many friendly butterflies, we really had to watch the wheels of the stroller & our shoes.
Do you see the hitchhiker on Gabe's hat?
Gabe spotted the giraffes a mile away. He was beside himself to see them:
We got the zoo an hour early to get free admission into everything (except the train, unforunately, so we didn't ride). One of the new attractions is the Dinosaur land (don't know the official name):
The night before the zoo, Flynn was so excited she couldn't fall asleep. So she asked me to tell her a story. I told her a story about the family who went to the zoo the day the elephant escaped. Oddly enough, the zoo keepers asked the family to help them track down the elephant. Thanks to a trail of peanut shells (which the brother in the story found) & some big elephant tracks (which the sister spies), the elephant is found & put back into his area. The family saved the day. When we saw pretend elephant tracks in the concrete, she remembered....
I don't think they were trying very hard. They're still at that stage where they don't get these things. They kept wanting to go around to the other side:
One of Flynn's favorite things in the WORLD is a carousel. We couldn't get to this in the one hour of free'ness, but the $2 per kid was WELL worth it.
Flynn chose a caterpillar to ride. Gabe chose a lion, but it didn't go up & down, so Daddy talked him out of it.
We're thankful a million times over that we bought this backpack carrier. It's perfect for the zoo, Gabe (or Flynn when they take turns) is as tall as an adult while he's in it & can see everything. Flynn rides in the stroller & hops out at each thing.
Send help! I'm trapped in a frog dome!
"Mom!, It's amazing, did you see it?!"
I *LOVE* this photo...
she might beat the daylights out of him at home, but when we're out & about, she takes care of him. Look at her hands on him.Here she pets the guineas while Gabe reacts to a squawking parakeet.
Thank you Daddy for skipping work to take us to one of our favorite places. A reason we love living in STL is the very awesome & free zoo. We're glad to take a trip to the city when we get to spend the day together, excitedly checking out all the animals & their habitats.
Wait 'til you hear what we did today.
We're a family on the go!!
5.20.2008
Confirmation
That it is indeed summer:
The crazy neighbors next door just had their father over taking the CHRISTMAS LIGHTS off the house.
And the whole time I'm thinking - given the average month to put up lights is November, aren't you just 1/2 a year away from putting them back up?
Or,
you can look at it like this:
they definitely got their effort's worth.
You know, some people go through all this trouble to have their lights up for "only" a month. This way, the neighbors really got to enjoy their dad's effort.
Sidenote: Jeff thinks one of them is gay.
It's a great place to live.
The crazy neighbors next door just had their father over taking the CHRISTMAS LIGHTS off the house.
And the whole time I'm thinking - given the average month to put up lights is November, aren't you just 1/2 a year away from putting them back up?
Or,
you can look at it like this:
they definitely got their effort's worth.
You know, some people go through all this trouble to have their lights up for "only" a month. This way, the neighbors really got to enjoy their dad's effort.
Sidenote: Jeff thinks one of them is gay.
It's a great place to live.
5.18.2008
5.17.2008
Who Does This Kid Think He Is?
This was a night when Flynn was "pending the night" w/ a family member (I can't remember which one) & Gabe was taking full advantage. Sprawling out, claiming the whole house, making everything in his sight his territory....drinking his milk everywhere, carefree...
Jeff & I got so tickled to see him head over to the recliner & kick up the foot rest.Ironic considering his feet don't even go to the end of the SEAT part of the recliner.
Jeff grabbed the camera & said,
Look at this kid! Who does he think he is?? You need to blog this & call it, "Who Does this kid think he is??"
And so I did!5.16.2008
May 16th
Was the due date for the baby I was pregnant with between Flynn & Gabe. Flynn was only 8 months old when I got pregnant & even though we were 'open' to pregnancy at that point (we were wanting to have babies close together & with my lack of ovulation, we figured the best way to do that was to start trying right away after baby Flynn was born), I was pretty surprised to have gotten pregnant without "trying" (clomid, progesterone, glucophage, ovulation calendars/predictors, etc.). And sometimes with the surprise of a pregnancy, comes the unappreciation of it.
We were happy as larks that we were already going to have another (especially with little effort of 'making' that baby) & I seemed to be unstable about those emotions. One minute I'd be on cloud 9, the other I'd be in sheer panic, consulting everyone I knew who had babies 18 months apart.
I recall standing in the water sports aisle at Target. They were marking down all their life preservers, beach toys, swim gear --- which is the time we buy all our stuff for the following summer. Flynn was still considered an infant & so we were deciding (since she was so tiny), if she'd still be wearing infant stuff the following year.
I started to cry, at the overwhelming thought of having TWO babies in the pool that following summer.
I think back to that often. It's one thing I can't get out of my mind as to how I wasn't positive about EVERY single thing having to do with that baby.
So, when I lost that baby, don't you know -- I beat myself up in guilt about all those little moments that I wasn't high as a kite on the thought of the little one growing inside me.
What a hard thing to know life, love that life within you, make plans for that life.... then, just like the moment you learned about that baby, you are losing that baby. And there's nothing you can do.
I've had some pretty tough things happen in my life & have felt complete helplessness in those situations; but nothing like losing the life within you.
The doctor referred to the baby I was losing as a 'fetus', 'tissue', etc. But anyone believing in God-created life, the moment it begins, knows that the instant that baby is thought into existance by our heavenly father, it is a life...a person...a part of your family.
Being a mother losing a baby is a very strange role to be in. And you don't quite know your job in all of it. But grief.
I remember the moments I realized that it was happening -- and called my sister to tell her. It just hurt so much. And I couldn't stop it.
And that night, Jeff held me as I cried myself to sleep.
But was comforted when I remembered that someone hurt about it, just as much as I did. My Father, who was allowing it to happen, was also hurting with me. He was wiping away my tears but no doubt shedding His own.
He knew exactly what it was like to lose your child.
We were of course never sure if that baby was to be our baby girl, or baby boy. But both Jeff & I agreed we felt like the baby was another girl.
And like all hurts, the sting fades just a little bit over time. But didn't quite feel like it was hurting less until my friend brought me a framed drawing. It is a picture of Jesus, holding a baby in an embrace. Just like we would've held that baby. Loving the baby, breathing in the baby, looking at the baby.
I was so comforted by the visual reminder that was the reality. And that when we get to heaven, we'll have a member of the family waiting there. A child we never got to meet here will be waiting for us. But until I'm there to mother that baby, to hold her in my arms like I got to hold my other babies, Jesus will be holding her.
We were happy as larks that we were already going to have another (especially with little effort of 'making' that baby) & I seemed to be unstable about those emotions. One minute I'd be on cloud 9, the other I'd be in sheer panic, consulting everyone I knew who had babies 18 months apart.
I recall standing in the water sports aisle at Target. They were marking down all their life preservers, beach toys, swim gear --- which is the time we buy all our stuff for the following summer. Flynn was still considered an infant & so we were deciding (since she was so tiny), if she'd still be wearing infant stuff the following year.
I started to cry, at the overwhelming thought of having TWO babies in the pool that following summer.
I think back to that often. It's one thing I can't get out of my mind as to how I wasn't positive about EVERY single thing having to do with that baby.
So, when I lost that baby, don't you know -- I beat myself up in guilt about all those little moments that I wasn't high as a kite on the thought of the little one growing inside me.
What a hard thing to know life, love that life within you, make plans for that life.... then, just like the moment you learned about that baby, you are losing that baby. And there's nothing you can do.
I've had some pretty tough things happen in my life & have felt complete helplessness in those situations; but nothing like losing the life within you.
The doctor referred to the baby I was losing as a 'fetus', 'tissue', etc. But anyone believing in God-created life, the moment it begins, knows that the instant that baby is thought into existance by our heavenly father, it is a life...a person...a part of your family.
Being a mother losing a baby is a very strange role to be in. And you don't quite know your job in all of it. But grief.
I remember the moments I realized that it was happening -- and called my sister to tell her. It just hurt so much. And I couldn't stop it.
And that night, Jeff held me as I cried myself to sleep.
But was comforted when I remembered that someone hurt about it, just as much as I did. My Father, who was allowing it to happen, was also hurting with me. He was wiping away my tears but no doubt shedding His own.
He knew exactly what it was like to lose your child.
We were of course never sure if that baby was to be our baby girl, or baby boy. But both Jeff & I agreed we felt like the baby was another girl.
And like all hurts, the sting fades just a little bit over time. But didn't quite feel like it was hurting less until my friend brought me a framed drawing. It is a picture of Jesus, holding a baby in an embrace. Just like we would've held that baby. Loving the baby, breathing in the baby, looking at the baby.
I was so comforted by the visual reminder that was the reality. And that when we get to heaven, we'll have a member of the family waiting there. A child we never got to meet here will be waiting for us. But until I'm there to mother that baby, to hold her in my arms like I got to hold my other babies, Jesus will be holding her.
5.15.2008
Grace
This is an excerpt from Children's Ministry magazine & it's about the things that really matter when you're teaching a lesson to your kids.
I thought this was definitely worth blogging:
"....That's why grace is amazing. It's undeserved, unbelievable, and unfathomable. It flies in the face of justice. It dances on the graves of death. Grace enters the messy and murky. It's also our deepest spiritual need. We all hunger for grace."
Sure, probably the most popular hymn, or even song across the board for that matter - is AMAZING GRACE. But, I still don't think we talk about, think about, concentrate on grace near enough.
The more I read about it, or learn about it, the more the Holy Spirit reveals about it to me, the more I realize how much grace associates with sin. I mean, you can't have grace without it...what would you have to be graceful about?
And sometimes I think that's why lots of churches don't talk about it enough.
But they should. I'm a sinner. You're a sinner. And if you think you're not, you've got a lot to learn. I screw up all the time. All. the. time. And I have to rely on that grace every minute of the day. In every aspect of myself. In my marriage, my motherhood, my family, my friendship, my profession, & most importantly, my relationship with Christ.
I love that hot hubby & I were both brought up with a strong faith. We each brought to our relationship a strong love for God, a loyalty to Him, & a drive to pay homage to Him.
And you always want more for your kids, you want better... And I think what I would sprinkle into the mix of our faith(s) is grace. That no matter what we've done or not done in our lives, our pasts.... no matter how we screwed up yesterday, or this morning.... that it doesn't matter. He's not going to bless us less...or more.... His love is unchanging.
He's ours.
We're His.
I thought this was definitely worth blogging:
"....That's why grace is amazing. It's undeserved, unbelievable, and unfathomable. It flies in the face of justice. It dances on the graves of death. Grace enters the messy and murky. It's also our deepest spiritual need. We all hunger for grace."
Sure, probably the most popular hymn, or even song across the board for that matter - is AMAZING GRACE. But, I still don't think we talk about, think about, concentrate on grace near enough.
The more I read about it, or learn about it, the more the Holy Spirit reveals about it to me, the more I realize how much grace associates with sin. I mean, you can't have grace without it...what would you have to be graceful about?
And sometimes I think that's why lots of churches don't talk about it enough.
But they should. I'm a sinner. You're a sinner. And if you think you're not, you've got a lot to learn. I screw up all the time. All. the. time. And I have to rely on that grace every minute of the day. In every aspect of myself. In my marriage, my motherhood, my family, my friendship, my profession, & most importantly, my relationship with Christ.
I love that hot hubby & I were both brought up with a strong faith. We each brought to our relationship a strong love for God, a loyalty to Him, & a drive to pay homage to Him.
And you always want more for your kids, you want better... And I think what I would sprinkle into the mix of our faith(s) is grace. That no matter what we've done or not done in our lives, our pasts.... no matter how we screwed up yesterday, or this morning.... that it doesn't matter. He's not going to bless us less...or more.... His love is unchanging.
He's ours.
We're His.
5.14.2008
So That's How it Works
Back in January, I got the idea that I wanted to join a gym. Curves specifically (a women-only, circuit work out place). Knowing that the monthly payment was not welcome anywhere in our budget, I tried to brainstorm the best (only) way to make it work.
So, I figured, if I could get a job there, part time, working say - one or two evenings per week, I would not only have a TINY bit of spending money, but would have a free membership, PLUS, would be killing two birds with one stone by working out on the evenings I'm already there working.
So, I went one morning, walked in & said to the employee, "Hi there. Can I have an application?"
She quickly cut me off, "Oh, we're not hiring."
I knew she wasn't the owner or the manager, so I was surprised to hear her answer that way. In my days of management at different companies, you always took applications of individuals who seemed like they could make an outstanding employee. I mean, I don't have MASTERS DEGREE stamped on my forehead, but you know what I mean.
I persisted, "Well, can I fill out an application anyway?"
Her: Sure.
The whole time I was filling it out, I had a feeling that my application was going to get tossed the minute I walked out the door. But, wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt & filled it out except for one phone number.
And the next day, I called back (figuring there'd be a different person working) to give the "missing" phone number.
"Well hon, I don't see your application anywhere. Hmmm. Maybe the owner took it? Well, I'll just write the phone number on a sticky note & put it in her box."
I wanted to tell her that I figured she could find the application because it's probably been shredded, but I didn't.
Granted, I'm not a fitness guru or have the body of Jane Fonda 35 years ago (or even today!), but I figure that I'm of a 'mature' age, have a decent education, lots of great work experience, & darn good references. Especially for a minimum wage job opening or locking a door to open a gym that pretty much runs itself. As far as I can see, the hardest part of the job is listening to a 70-year old woman talk about all the great deals she got a Dollar General that morning.
Fast forward four months. On a 'trial' (free) 3-week membership to Curves, I've been faithfully working my behind (well, one of the four) off. There is a young girl (like 20) who works there. She's very sweet. And she's VERY chatty. Like divulges lots of info. So, I said to her, "So Angie, have you worked here long?"
Angie: About 4 mos.
Me- thinking, hm, that's about the time I came in inquiring about a job.
Later, me: "Angie, do you go to church anywhere?"
Angie tells me the church she attends & starts telling me about allll the people who she attends church w/ who work out at curves.
And then.
She tells me.
"And you know Carol? She works here." She proceeds to describe the lady who "took" my application back in January & told me that they aren't hiring.
"well, Carol got me the job here. She really wanted me to get to work here."
Ahhh. Hm. So that's how it works?
PS Monday night, I heard Angie talking to a member, "So you said you were on a trip? In Albuquerque? Where's that?"
Apparently geography is not a job requirement.
So, I figured, if I could get a job there, part time, working say - one or two evenings per week, I would not only have a TINY bit of spending money, but would have a free membership, PLUS, would be killing two birds with one stone by working out on the evenings I'm already there working.
So, I went one morning, walked in & said to the employee, "Hi there. Can I have an application?"
She quickly cut me off, "Oh, we're not hiring."
I knew she wasn't the owner or the manager, so I was surprised to hear her answer that way. In my days of management at different companies, you always took applications of individuals who seemed like they could make an outstanding employee. I mean, I don't have MASTERS DEGREE stamped on my forehead, but you know what I mean.
I persisted, "Well, can I fill out an application anyway?"
Her: Sure.
The whole time I was filling it out, I had a feeling that my application was going to get tossed the minute I walked out the door. But, wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt & filled it out except for one phone number.
And the next day, I called back (figuring there'd be a different person working) to give the "missing" phone number.
"Well hon, I don't see your application anywhere. Hmmm. Maybe the owner took it? Well, I'll just write the phone number on a sticky note & put it in her box."
I wanted to tell her that I figured she could find the application because it's probably been shredded, but I didn't.
Granted, I'm not a fitness guru or have the body of Jane Fonda 35 years ago (or even today!), but I figure that I'm of a 'mature' age, have a decent education, lots of great work experience, & darn good references. Especially for a minimum wage job opening or locking a door to open a gym that pretty much runs itself. As far as I can see, the hardest part of the job is listening to a 70-year old woman talk about all the great deals she got a Dollar General that morning.
Fast forward four months. On a 'trial' (free) 3-week membership to Curves, I've been faithfully working my behind (well, one of the four) off. There is a young girl (like 20) who works there. She's very sweet. And she's VERY chatty. Like divulges lots of info. So, I said to her, "So Angie, have you worked here long?"
Angie: About 4 mos.
Me- thinking, hm, that's about the time I came in inquiring about a job.
Later, me: "Angie, do you go to church anywhere?"
Angie tells me the church she attends & starts telling me about allll the people who she attends church w/ who work out at curves.
And then.
She tells me.
"And you know Carol? She works here." She proceeds to describe the lady who "took" my application back in January & told me that they aren't hiring.
"well, Carol got me the job here. She really wanted me to get to work here."
Ahhh. Hm. So that's how it works?
PS Monday night, I heard Angie talking to a member, "So you said you were on a trip? In Albuquerque? Where's that?"
Apparently geography is not a job requirement.
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