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Tiny Talk Tuesday

Here's what our little ones have been saying. Check out Mary's blog to see more!

Ellie: Knock, knock.
Mom: Who's there?
Ellie: Daddy.
Mom: Daddy who?
Ellie: Daddy go outside.
Josh: That's not funny.
Ellie: Some peoples think so.


After a demo on how to blow your nose for Ellie...
Josh: Kyra does this with kleenex (big demonstrative blow of his nose), Oh...ok, now I really need a kleenex.


During potty training with Ellie we've been bring the potty chair wherever she goes. We were outside when this happened.
Ellie: I gotta PEE!
Mom: Ok, big girl, let's get you on the potty.
(after peeing)
Ellie: Yea! I did it! I want to flush it down and say "bye-bye pee-pee."
Mom: Ok, let's go!
Ellie: I can't....my buns are out!

Where's my camera!

Ok, I'm pretty sure my Hubs is going to be so happy I posted this, but it is too hilarious not to show.

We (and by that I mean Carey) is painting our front porch. He was precariously perched on the railing and stepped down onto the plastic chairs after doing some touch ups...when...I'm not sure what made him think that these flimsy plastic chairs that we have had since we were married were going to hold him but...the chair broke...and down came Carey...and up went the paint.

I was inside. I heard a thud. I thought it was one of the kids upstairs. I ignored it. (good mom!)

Soon, a frantic Carey was at the front door, "HONEY, I NEED HELP NOW!!" Being a good wife, I ran immediately to him...when I opened the door I couldn't help but laugh...out loud...very loud. Not my best move, as he's trying to quickly clean off our siding, porch and windows as the paint is very quickly drying. I wanted to help, so I ran inside to get....the camera. Yes, I'm afraid my first thought was to share this moment with posterity...not to get soapy water to help him. I returned to my husband who is almost covered in white paint and said, "Say cheese!" Let's just say that the first photo I took, he didn't have the cheery smile on his face that you see above.

After much ado, (not to mention the neighbors getting in on the laugh...they thought he was playing a joke on the kids... or shaving, one of the two) it was all cleaned up and Carey was able to see that what happened was REALLY funny, and if it had happened to me....Yes, he would have not been able to help because he would have been laughing his buns off. That's his kind of humor...apparently, it's rubbing off on me...because yesterday...it was mine, too.

Major Milestone

Last night Owen slept from 9:30 pm to 7:30 AM!!! Yes, I still woke up around 5:30 am wondering if he was stil alive, but after a quick check, my head was back on my pillow with a slight smile. Ahh, let's hope this is the next new phase...and it will be a good one!
K

Boys Love Trucks

Owen is a very good baby. He has been from the start. Once we figured out the fact that he loves to sleep on his tummy, life was very good. Now, we have run into the next "fun" thing. He HATES to ride in the van. WHAT??? Yes, unlike most of the infant population, he is very unhappy whenever he is in his carseat traveling. (which is odd, because he slept in it the first 2 weeks of his life). So, as you can imagine I love to do any kind of errand that involves packing up my troop in the family van. He doesn't even seem to like the stroller, which makes us pretty homebound unless I've stocked up on ear plugs.

And then...the Hubs took my van for the weekend recently and I discovered a miracle. Owen loves the Hubs' truck (4-door SUV, but the kids like to call it a truck). It was as if there was a magic spell that was cast over him. I loaded Owen in the truck, quickly got myself in so we could spend as little time as possible in there. No crying. "Wait for it..." I thought....."Wait for it..." And nothing. He was awake for a while. and. then. he. SLEPT! This has happened EVERY time I have taken him anywhere in that truck. Go fig. Well, all I know is that you don't have to be Sherlock Holmes to realize that one of these days, the Hubs might have to give up his precious truck for the family van. Sorry dear, but it's time to take one for the team.

Letter to Owen

My dearest O-Bo,

You are one of the cutest things I have ever seen. You knew just what would melt my mommy's heart, didn't you? Those adorable smirks, the big wide-mouthed smiles, and the hugs. This morning you just knew that I needed to be cuddled by a small little body, didn't you. You snuggled into my shoulder (which you never do...you love to look around and see everything that's going on) and your tiny little hand grabbed tight to my shirt sleeve. Soon your sweet round head with fuzzy hair rested gently on my shoulder, too. We had... a moment. I will treasure it because that's what moms do. We grab those tender moments and pull them out again when our patience seems to be running on empty.

But you know, don't you? You know you are number three in a house of a preschooler, and a soon-to-be kindergartner. You know that your mommy and daddy needed a gentle soul to light up our days with your smiles as you watch the craziness around you. You know that each time I look into your eyes, I actually need that huge smile that so quickly flashes back to me. My dearest Owen, I love you. Your brother and sister each have their own special place in my heart, too, but you have won me over so quickly, so quietly. Thank you for being so good to me. I think you just know, or maybe, I think, your Creator knew way before you were born. Thank God for babies, Thank God for you, Owen,
Love always,
Your mommy

Note to self

Note to self: Hide-and-seek does not work while holding small baby. They always give away your position.

Rainy morning

I love to wake up to the sound of rain. Light rain, not downpours or loud storms, but that quiet consistent sound on the house, maybe even a rumble of thunder in the background. My friend, Emily, captures this feeling in her post here. Happy rainy morning to us!
K

I've created a monster

Today I told Josh that when some is kidding, or telling a joke you say they are "joshing." He found this to be hilarious. He's saying it all the time. About anything. Oh dear, a Josh who's always "joshing." The power of a name...

Potty Training

Just that word makes me cringe. I am not a potty trainer. In fact, in our house, potty training has been more about training ME than them. And they know it. For Josh, we had to finally tell him that we had no more diapers. He search the house and upon finding no diapers, decided maybe he could do this grand thing of taking care of his own bodily functions.

For Ellie, we have exhausted all the tricks. Stickers, treats, and putting the doll on the potty have all been used. The last one failed when she discovered she could outmaneuver us. "I don't have to go, but my dolly does. It's her turn now." Even calling loved ones to share in the joy of a successful deposit has been tried. The phone call continues to be my favorite. I'm sure my husband is glad he has his own office when he needs to field a call from his daughter..."I PEED! IN THE POTTY! BYE!" I can just imagine his voice changing into the cute higher-pitched one he uses when he talks to her, while hoping no one hears him cheering on the latest success. It's priceless.

Currently, we aren't doing half-bad. Ellie has had one full day without an accident and she actually made a large deposit today on her own. She said she had "poops" and, oh boy, she did. After a self-proclaimed "hard time" doing her job, she observed, "Wow, it looks like a hot dog!" She seems pretty proud of herself, although, donut holes are the current winner for motivation.

Maybe I am getting better at this training thing. Maybe by the time it's Owen's turn, I may be able to let him run naked... but there is that the potential for spraying like an out-of-control fire hose. Ahhh, only time will tell.