Sunday, March 27, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Avery in a bag
This really cracks me up for some reason.
Andy was spinning her around.
She loved it! Evan wouldn't try it.
Andy was spinning her around.
She loved it! Evan wouldn't try it.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Happy Birthday, Murphy!
I'm just getting around to dumping pics off my camera for most of March. Here are pics from Murphy's bday!
I got him a stuffed animal (to tear apart)
Evan got him new raquetballs (they are his fave for playing fetch)
Avery picked out a bone for him (that he devoured by bedtime)
I got him a stuffed animal (to tear apart)
Evan got him new raquetballs (they are his fave for playing fetch)
Avery picked out a bone for him (that he devoured by bedtime)
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Mouthy children
A&E are a bit "mouthy". They got it honest though...
Here are some examples:
Evan asked Andy to play basketball with him and Andy said he would play when he got home from work in the afternoon. Evan pointed out "You're home now, daddy".
Andy was on the phone talking to someone about work when Evan went in and said "I don't want you on the phone anymore, daddy". I think he needs some attention. ;)
At Walmart (yes I have braved out in public with them again), Avery grabbed a pack of light bulbs and said she needed them. I told her we have some at home but she said "I need one for my room". She has a blown bulb and it is really bothering her. Maybe we should get on that.
Later, Andy had his hand on her back to steer her down the aisle when she looked up at him and said, "Stop it, Andy!". Nice.
I try not to laugh when they are being disrespectful but some of the stuff they come up with is pretty funny. Someone suggested I "put the fear of God into them" but what does that even mean? Should I beat them? I want them to say what they think but be respectful. We're still trying to figure out that fine line.
Here are some examples:
Evan asked Andy to play basketball with him and Andy said he would play when he got home from work in the afternoon. Evan pointed out "You're home now, daddy".
Andy was on the phone talking to someone about work when Evan went in and said "I don't want you on the phone anymore, daddy". I think he needs some attention. ;)
At Walmart (yes I have braved out in public with them again), Avery grabbed a pack of light bulbs and said she needed them. I told her we have some at home but she said "I need one for my room". She has a blown bulb and it is really bothering her. Maybe we should get on that.
Later, Andy had his hand on her back to steer her down the aisle when she looked up at him and said, "Stop it, Andy!". Nice.
I try not to laugh when they are being disrespectful but some of the stuff they come up with is pretty funny. Someone suggested I "put the fear of God into them" but what does that even mean? Should I beat them? I want them to say what they think but be respectful. We're still trying to figure out that fine line.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Color me red
I don't get embarrassed easily but A&E are giving me a run for my money. We went to pick Andy up from the airport on Tuesday and went for dinner at the OG (my cool term for Olive Garden lol). They were both starving since it was well past our normal dinner time. Thank goodness for the free breadsticks.
As we are waiting for our food, they are getting more and more energetic. Avery starts noticing every small light that is blown (2 in the entire room) and it really bugs her (ummm OCD Andy Jr, much?). Then she farts. She finds this hilarious. She starts saying VERY loudly "I farted like daddy". We try ignoring her but she just gets louder. I quietly tell her that is rude to talk about and just say excuse me and move on. Apparently my scolding wasn't good enough because she starts in with "daddy, daddy, daddy, DADDY!" When he finally says what, she says "I fart like you" in practically a yell. At this point, I'm ready to slide under the table yet trying not to laugh out loud to reinforce her behavior.
Not 5 minutes later, Evan says very loudly "wow! that guys is BIG". I turn around and there is a large man walking across the room. Evan repeats it a couple more times before I can get his attention to point out that is not nice to say. He doesn't understand why until I explain that is like when Avery says she is big and he is little. It hurts feelings and you shouldn't say things like that.
Why do I take my children out in public settings? :p
As we are waiting for our food, they are getting more and more energetic. Avery starts noticing every small light that is blown (2 in the entire room) and it really bugs her (ummm OCD Andy Jr, much?). Then she farts. She finds this hilarious. She starts saying VERY loudly "I farted like daddy". We try ignoring her but she just gets louder. I quietly tell her that is rude to talk about and just say excuse me and move on. Apparently my scolding wasn't good enough because she starts in with "daddy, daddy, daddy, DADDY!" When he finally says what, she says "I fart like you" in practically a yell. At this point, I'm ready to slide under the table yet trying not to laugh out loud to reinforce her behavior.
Not 5 minutes later, Evan says very loudly "wow! that guys is BIG". I turn around and there is a large man walking across the room. Evan repeats it a couple more times before I can get his attention to point out that is not nice to say. He doesn't understand why until I explain that is like when Avery says she is big and he is little. It hurts feelings and you shouldn't say things like that.
Why do I take my children out in public settings? :p
Sunday, March 13, 2011
pre mid-life crisis
I've been a bad blogger lately. I think I am going through a mommy mid-life crisis. A&E will be 4 in a month. How in the world are my "babies" going to be 4? That doesn't seem possible yet.
Saturday I set out to enroll them in full-time preK for next year. I'm not ready. Andy is ready. A&E are probably ready. I am NOT ready. I am a stay at home mom. What will I do when there aren't kids at home to stay with all day? I'm still trying to figure that part out in case they do get into preK.
Speaking of preK, registration was from 8-12 yesterday. I showed up at 8 thinking I would wait in a short line and be in and out. I was dead wrong. I don't think I could have been more wrong. I showed up a little before 8 and had to find a place to park. I got in line around 8 and it was wrapped around the building. One hour later, I had moved about 20 feet. It did not look good considering they have 260 spots to fill. I was just hoping there were not other parents of multiples in line. I need 2 spots!! I will spare you the details but 4 hours later, I had the packet turned in for A&E (with a call to Andy to come help and provide back up). What a mess! We won't even know if they got in until June. There is not much that annoys me more than inefficiency and these people probably have a degree in it.
Saturday I set out to enroll them in full-time preK for next year. I'm not ready. Andy is ready. A&E are probably ready. I am NOT ready. I am a stay at home mom. What will I do when there aren't kids at home to stay with all day? I'm still trying to figure that part out in case they do get into preK.
Speaking of preK, registration was from 8-12 yesterday. I showed up at 8 thinking I would wait in a short line and be in and out. I was dead wrong. I don't think I could have been more wrong. I showed up a little before 8 and had to find a place to park. I got in line around 8 and it was wrapped around the building. One hour later, I had moved about 20 feet. It did not look good considering they have 260 spots to fill. I was just hoping there were not other parents of multiples in line. I need 2 spots!! I will spare you the details but 4 hours later, I had the packet turned in for A&E (with a call to Andy to come help and provide back up). What a mess! We won't even know if they got in until June. There is not much that annoys me more than inefficiency and these people probably have a degree in it.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Claustrophobia
I'm slightly claustrophobic. I have been for as long as I can remember. The thought of going into a small place fills me with dread and breaks me out in a sweat. That is why I avoid things like that. Friday it was unavoidable. I took the kids to BK for lunch after gymnastics and while I was buying more food for Evan (where is he putting all this food lately?), Avery apparently got sick in the play area. She is a bit of a hypochondriac so I didn't really believe her. Evan backed up her story but I thought I should check. She must have gotten too hot after drinking a lot of water because that is all it was. I took my wet wipes up there and climbed up to clean it up. I didn't want to make a worker do it when I could sanitize it and not draw attention to the fact that my daughter threw up in their play place.
I start going up and have the motivation because I'm irritated. I get about halfway up the twists and turns to crawl up and realize how small it is. A&E were right behind me with other little kids so I couldn't turn back. I broke out into a sweat but kept going. She had crawled into a dead end to do her barfing so at least I could have the kids go another way while I cleaned up. Then I sat there for a second and wondered how I would get back out. I'm not a big person but I'm definitely not as small as I used to be....
Evan led me to the slide and I shimmied my way down (I could have slid down easily but I didn't want to make even more of a fool out of myself by sliding down too fast and landing on my arse). Oh the things we do as a parent... From now on, I'll just let someone know there is barf in the play area and act like I don't know my kids.
I start going up and have the motivation because I'm irritated. I get about halfway up the twists and turns to crawl up and realize how small it is. A&E were right behind me with other little kids so I couldn't turn back. I broke out into a sweat but kept going. She had crawled into a dead end to do her barfing so at least I could have the kids go another way while I cleaned up. Then I sat there for a second and wondered how I would get back out. I'm not a big person but I'm definitely not as small as I used to be....
Evan led me to the slide and I shimmied my way down (I could have slid down easily but I didn't want to make even more of a fool out of myself by sliding down too fast and landing on my arse). Oh the things we do as a parent... From now on, I'll just let someone know there is barf in the play area and act like I don't know my kids.
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