Today we went on a four mile walk around our block. Thanks Gwen. (Not my idea, but may I just go on a tangent and say: NEVER AGAIN! Actually it wasn't really that bad and I am glad I went but there were definitely moments I thought I was going to die and moments I thought for sure my children were going die. Honestly though, no matter the messes or tantrums my children make, they usually don't bother me, they're kids. I have never entertained the thought usually going through a lot of mothers' minds which is: "I am going to kill my kids" And today wasn't an exception, I didn't want to kill my kids, but poor Cooper, I don't know all of what was wrong but he screamed the entire time. Partly because of a diaper rash and partly because of who knows. Anyway, that added to the pain of the whole escapade, I carried Cooper and pushed the stroller a good part of the four miles, the other time he spent playing a rousing game of pass the baby. So... to finish my tangent: NEVER AGAIN!)
Anyway, we were on our way up one of 3 steep hills and their was a nice little breeze blowing. Kameryn had been up and down and round and round in this stroller and she now sat perched up on her knees with her head poking out. She tossed her head from side to side and let the breeze tousle her hair. It was so cute, total Pantene commercial. Best part about it, she has about 4 inches of hair, but the way she was tossing it about in the breeze you would've thought she had an abundance of thick golden hair cascading down her back and blowing in the breeze. You're so cute Kami!
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Food Blog
We have a new blog! (Thanks to inspiration from Tearsa) It is our "This Little Piggy's food blog": http://www.littlepiggyfood.blogspot.com (For convenience a link is listed to the right as well)
No worries, our new blog will not replace this blog. The new blog is specifically for recipe posting and viewing. We have several contributors (hopefully) and so it should be a collection of recipes from all lot of different people. If you would like to be a contributor (little piggy) let me know. We are always welcoming new recipes. (If you don't know how to contact me personally, leave a comment and we will figure it out)
When visiting our food blog, feel free to leave comments. In fact, please leave comments if something is unclear or missing, or just to share your love for or variations on recipes. We hope this endeavor will become as "successful" as this blog and we will have thousands of recipes contained in one big, albeit not very conventional, neighborhood cookbook.
No worries, our new blog will not replace this blog. The new blog is specifically for recipe posting and viewing. We have several contributors (hopefully) and so it should be a collection of recipes from all lot of different people. If you would like to be a contributor (little piggy) let me know. We are always welcoming new recipes. (If you don't know how to contact me personally, leave a comment and we will figure it out)
When visiting our food blog, feel free to leave comments. In fact, please leave comments if something is unclear or missing, or just to share your love for or variations on recipes. We hope this endeavor will become as "successful" as this blog and we will have thousands of recipes contained in one big, albeit not very conventional, neighborhood cookbook.
The Problem with Blogging
That is blue Gatorade powder. Lets suffice it to say that their personages are not the only surfaces it now covers. I was checking my e-mail while they ate breakfast....need I say more? (I think at this point I should give up blogging)
Sunday, May 27, 2007
A Girl After My Own Heart
Hi everybody, we had a happy occurance in our household today. (At least happy for me) Take a look at this picture of my daughter. Notice anything rockin' wicked awesome? That is right! My daughter has pants under her skirt. I am so proud! Ever since I bought Kami all of her new summer clothes, Kami has to change her outfit 3-4 times a day. There are just so many new things (thanks to Kohl's 2 for 1 sale) she wants to make sure she wears them all. Well, she just came out from her room in a new outfit and much to my delight, she put pants on under her skirt. Way to go baby! Keep up the good work and the boys will be pounding relentlessly on our door. (It worked for me anyway....)A Girlfriend
My little boy is in love with a little girl named Jade Smith. She is absolutely adorable. (She is almost the spitting image of Kameryn at that age.) She is probably 3-4 months older than he is, but he doesn't care. We had the Smiths over for dinner today and Cooper was so excited to see his girlfriend. They just left and Cooper threw the biggest conniption when he heard Jesalee tell Jade it was time to go. Of course, he couldn't let her go with out giving her something to remember him by; we took him over to her and he planted 5 or 6 big wet ones right on her lips. She was much obliging, turning her mouth to him every time, and even came after him to give him a couple kisses of her own. He loved every minute of it, smiling from ear to ear. SO CUTE! I should have broken out my camera. You know, if we could fix a marriage for our children at this age, she would be my pick. She comes from a great family, she is cute, and my son loves her - what more could you ask for your son at this age .... :)
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Handsome Pants
We have exciting news for our Cooper boy: he is eating with a fork! I didn't know he was already prepared for that stage in his development, but he knew he was. Today at lunch he kept trying to grab Kam's fork, so I went and got him one, suspecting he would be content to bang it on his tray a while before throwing it on the ground. In reality, he did the exact opposite; I put the fork in his hand and he immediately began to try and use it the way it was intended, to get food from his tray to his mouth. He was so cute! He was so proud of himself and there was a lot to be proud of, he was so big! It was like he had been watching us eat all along and then taken a look at his eating style and went "Hey, I'm eating like a barbarian, which I am not. I am a civilized young man and it is time I prove to my parents that I am climbing up the social ladder."
Okay, he probably didn't think all of that, it was probably more of a "they do it this way and I want to too." He did an amazingly good job at it as well, I mean an amazing job. He got almost all of his food from his tray, to his fork, to his mouth. Amazing! This was his first time and you would have thought him a resident professional. The funny thing is that now he things all food has to be eaten with a fork. Food he would have just picked up with his hands and shoved in his mouth he now thinks is warrant of a fork: like toast... Oh well.
If you are mulling over the title of this post, don't. It is just the nickname I have for Cooper (that, and well Pooper...) I can't necessarily say why I call him this, sometimes you say things and they just stick even though they have no correlation to anything (Such as our puppy Osgrr whom we affectionately called grrbear, or Baminator/Bami, which is a nickname for Kami that evolved from the original KamBam nickname, which came from Mandi) So, I guess the point all my ramblings are trying to come to is this: I call my son "handsome pants" the end.
Okay, he probably didn't think all of that, it was probably more of a "they do it this way and I want to too." He did an amazingly good job at it as well, I mean an amazing job. He got almost all of his food from his tray, to his fork, to his mouth. Amazing! This was his first time and you would have thought him a resident professional. The funny thing is that now he things all food has to be eaten with a fork. Food he would have just picked up with his hands and shoved in his mouth he now thinks is warrant of a fork: like toast... Oh well.
If you are mulling over the title of this post, don't. It is just the nickname I have for Cooper (that, and well Pooper...) I can't necessarily say why I call him this, sometimes you say things and they just stick even though they have no correlation to anything (Such as our puppy Osgrr whom we affectionately called grrbear, or Baminator/Bami, which is a nickname for Kami that evolved from the original KamBam nickname, which came from Mandi) So, I guess the point all my ramblings are trying to come to is this: I call my son "handsome pants" the end.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Wedding Pics
Monday, May 21, 2007
Teenage Woes
You know, I didn't think I would come to this point in my child rearing career for a good ten years, but, I am really tempted to say that the time is now, I am about to take the door off of my daughter's room. In fact, I am ready to take the door off every single room in our whole house! (Not really, I need them to hide messes.)
Here's the dilemna, Kameryn likes to go into my room, her room, Cooper's room, or the bathroom and shut the door so I can't see her do whatever mischeif she pleases. Another benefit to shuting the doors, it is a good way to keep her brother out, or lock him in. (She likes him in so they can be partners in crime or so she can make him play with her.) Fun new trick, she likes to put objects behind the door so I can't open it. And, if she really doesn't want me to come in, she will sit herself behind the door. (Like when she and Jacob sat behind her bedroom door so they could eat milk-duds they got from who-knows-where) Clever, yet not so cunning that I still can't get in.
I am just baffled. I keep telling her not to shut the doors, but she doesn't want that rule to sink in; she will look at me and say okay mom, than wait until I walk away and shut the door. AAAGH! It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't know that everytime she shut the door she was up to no good. Isn't she too young to be trying to lock her mother out? Apparently not. Honestly, if we weren't renting, I probably would take the doors clean off! That would teach her (and me).
Here's the dilemna, Kameryn likes to go into my room, her room, Cooper's room, or the bathroom and shut the door so I can't see her do whatever mischeif she pleases. Another benefit to shuting the doors, it is a good way to keep her brother out, or lock him in. (She likes him in so they can be partners in crime or so she can make him play with her.) Fun new trick, she likes to put objects behind the door so I can't open it. And, if she really doesn't want me to come in, she will sit herself behind the door. (Like when she and Jacob sat behind her bedroom door so they could eat milk-duds they got from who-knows-where) Clever, yet not so cunning that I still can't get in.
I am just baffled. I keep telling her not to shut the doors, but she doesn't want that rule to sink in; she will look at me and say okay mom, than wait until I walk away and shut the door. AAAGH! It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't know that everytime she shut the door she was up to no good. Isn't she too young to be trying to lock her mother out? Apparently not. Honestly, if we weren't renting, I probably would take the doors clean off! That would teach her (and me).
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Congrats to MRS. Mindi Lee
We just wanted to post our congratulations to MRS. (yes, not miss but MRS.) Mindi Lee. For those of you who don't know, this is Brandon's little sister whom we dearly love. She married Kaden, an awesome kid (yes I have to say kid, as I am older than him ... aaagh! when did I get to be so old?) on Thursday and we were so happy to be there and celebrate with her. We love both Kaden and Mindi very much and are so excited for the both of them. We, of course, forgot our camera (idiots...) and so we will post pics when they become available. But, Mindi looked incredible, absolutely beautiful. Kaden didn't look too bad himself (totally teasing, you looked great Kaden) It was so fun to see my husband with his kids, especially Cooper, those two look so similar, it's scary. (Especially in the white shirts, khaki bottoms, and matching green ties, way too cute!! Too bad no camera.) I really enjoyed getting to know Kaden's family. I didn't get to talk much to his parents (what with the line and everything) but his sisters and little brother are great. It seems like his family enjoys a lot of the same things my family does, and so that was fun to share that bond. I like them a lot, and even if I never get the opportunity to see them again, they are great people and Mindi is lucky to have married into such a great family. As we are lucky to have Kaden in ours. Thanks for letting us come guys, sorry if we teased you a little too much...
Monday, May 14, 2007
At a loss for words
Strange title for a post, but that's what I am, at a loss for words as to how to describe my condition. I am not exactly a klutz (okay, I am) nor do I necessarily have bad luck but I can't exactly figure out how to describe what it is that I do have if neither of these two previous words describe me. (It is, however, a lot like the movie "Just My Luck", so maybe it is bad luck...) Let me explain, for those of you who enjoyed side splitting laughter at the expense of my Ironing board post, you will probably enjoy this one. (Heartless mean people...)
Saturday a series of events unfolded. My day started out innocently enough but, while out weeding flower beds, I knelt on a bee or a wasp. Anyway, it stung me, and it hurt, a lot. But I was brave. I am semi-allergic to bee stings. I usually swell up quite profusely, but I am not as deathly allergic as Brandon is. Anyway, we took the necessary steps to easing my pain, an itch stick, benadryl, bandaids, etc. (By the way, Kami said the cutest thing about this whole situation: "Dat not nice, dat bee should go to time-out!") And then we carried on with the day as planned, we went to help my brother Kadon with his eagle project at the cemetery.
Things were going fine until I suddenly felt rather light headed, nauseous, and wousy. No, it was not as dramatic do the fact that I didn't pass out, but I definitely didn't feel all that well. Brandon immediately took me home and I spent the next 3-4 hours in la-la nausea land. Thank you benadryl! Might I just add, not a benadryl fan. (although, I didn't swell up to nearly the proportions I have in the past)
Let us now fast forward to the end of the day, as this is where the pain gets good - "ish" (I haven't found this story nearly as hilarious as ones in the past, but it has gotten a fairly good laugh from quite a few.) Brandon took me miniature golfing. So fun! ... yet not. I was hit with the golf ball going at various speeds of pain in four different, yet all painful, places. I was hit in the ankle (once on either side), in the toe, and, remarkably, once in forehead. HOW?!!! Honestly people, am I like a magnet for pain, humiliation, and ... more pain? I just don't get, I am a nice enough girl, the universe does not need to punish me.
Furthermore, how much more humbling can a girl take. You know how it is said that some people have greatness thrust upon them? I have humility, or humiliating circumstances, thrust upon me. Honestly, this little rendezvous with "fun times" is not what I would consider a humiliating experience, but it is definitely a "Brittany" experience, so typical. And maybe that is what I should have entitled this post "So typical."
Saturday a series of events unfolded. My day started out innocently enough but, while out weeding flower beds, I knelt on a bee or a wasp. Anyway, it stung me, and it hurt, a lot. But I was brave. I am semi-allergic to bee stings. I usually swell up quite profusely, but I am not as deathly allergic as Brandon is. Anyway, we took the necessary steps to easing my pain, an itch stick, benadryl, bandaids, etc. (By the way, Kami said the cutest thing about this whole situation: "Dat not nice, dat bee should go to time-out!") And then we carried on with the day as planned, we went to help my brother Kadon with his eagle project at the cemetery.
Things were going fine until I suddenly felt rather light headed, nauseous, and wousy. No, it was not as dramatic do the fact that I didn't pass out, but I definitely didn't feel all that well. Brandon immediately took me home and I spent the next 3-4 hours in la-la nausea land. Thank you benadryl! Might I just add, not a benadryl fan. (although, I didn't swell up to nearly the proportions I have in the past)
Let us now fast forward to the end of the day, as this is where the pain gets good - "ish" (I haven't found this story nearly as hilarious as ones in the past, but it has gotten a fairly good laugh from quite a few.) Brandon took me miniature golfing. So fun! ... yet not. I was hit with the golf ball going at various speeds of pain in four different, yet all painful, places. I was hit in the ankle (once on either side), in the toe, and, remarkably, once in forehead. HOW?!!! Honestly people, am I like a magnet for pain, humiliation, and ... more pain? I just don't get, I am a nice enough girl, the universe does not need to punish me.
Furthermore, how much more humbling can a girl take. You know how it is said that some people have greatness thrust upon them? I have humility, or humiliating circumstances, thrust upon me. Honestly, this little rendezvous with "fun times" is not what I would consider a humiliating experience, but it is definitely a "Brittany" experience, so typical. And maybe that is what I should have entitled this post "So typical."
Happy...Day!
I came to a realization late last night that made me rethink this whole Mother's Day situation. I was being a little bit of a snot to Brandon yesterday, pestering him for not getting me anything for Mother's Day, even though I had told him before hand that I wanted family pictures for Mother's day (by the way, if any of you know an awesome photographer, let me know; I should say an awesome CHEAP photographer, as in under $100) I'm not usually so selfish, but on days like my birthday, mother's day, and valentines day I become a difficult combination of practicality and sentimentality (ex. I don't want flowers because I think it is unpractical to spend $40 on something that will last a week or so, and then, when I don't get any flowers, I get sad because I feel like he didn't think of me...DIFFICULT! To be worse, when he does get me flowers, I get upset, not mad but flustered, because I could have spent that $40 on something more practical. I am awful! Poor husband)
Anyway, last night, I was laying in bed with my husband and a thought occurred to me: "You would have none of this if it weren't for him." I realized at that moment that my greatest joys in life had come as a gift from this man. I owed the fact that I was a mother to him. As God would have it, life isn't about mothers or fathers, the good we accomplish on our own. It is about the two of us, the partnership we share, and what we are able to create together.
Without Brandon, I wouldn't have Kameryn or Cooper. I also wouldn't have Brandon. He has given me the greatest gift in the whole world. He has also given me the only gift I have EVER wanted, the gift of motherhood. Without him, I wouldn't have had this mother's day. My life is a gift and I am blessed beyond measure to have such a wonderful, caring man at my side. It is a gift to be his wife, to share all of this with him, and I am grateful.
I already told him all of this, I just wanted him to "hear" it again. I love you Brandon. Happy .... Day! I look forward to every Mother's day from now on as an opportunity to celebrate the most precious and eternal gift we have given each other. I love you.
Anyway, last night, I was laying in bed with my husband and a thought occurred to me: "You would have none of this if it weren't for him." I realized at that moment that my greatest joys in life had come as a gift from this man. I owed the fact that I was a mother to him. As God would have it, life isn't about mothers or fathers, the good we accomplish on our own. It is about the two of us, the partnership we share, and what we are able to create together.
Without Brandon, I wouldn't have Kameryn or Cooper. I also wouldn't have Brandon. He has given me the greatest gift in the whole world. He has also given me the only gift I have EVER wanted, the gift of motherhood. Without him, I wouldn't have had this mother's day. My life is a gift and I am blessed beyond measure to have such a wonderful, caring man at my side. It is a gift to be his wife, to share all of this with him, and I am grateful.
I already told him all of this, I just wanted him to "hear" it again. I love you Brandon. Happy .... Day! I look forward to every Mother's day from now on as an opportunity to celebrate the most precious and eternal gift we have given each other. I love you.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Happy Mother's Day!
This is just a quick post to let all the mothers in our lives know how much we love them and appreciate how much they have done and continue to do for us. So, to name you by name; Moms (Jill and Julie), Grandma Faun, Grandma Mere, Grandma Baker, Gina, Alyssa, and Gwen, thank you for all you have taught us. We learn more everyday from you about what it truly means to love unconditionally, sacrifice continually, and remain a beacon of all that is beautiful and wonderful in the world. Thank you for everything. We love you and are grateful for the influence your goodness has had in our lives. Happy Mother's Day!
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Firsts
Until I talked to Gina earlier yesterday, I didn't realize that some people, while they are not devoted bloggers themselves, depend upon me to be that dedicated blogger in their lives. I guess you could say they depend on my insight and witty banter to get them through the day. Not to mention my superlative grasp of grammar and humor. So, back by popular demand, here I go again (even though, No Gina, it has not been a week since I posted last...nerd. I love you, but you're a nerd! But so I am, and look how well I am doing with it. It's the only reason I have friends. Just ask Gwen, she only likes nerds.) Getting back on track, if you are one of those who think I blog too much, just don't read this post, it's not for you anyway... :P (I heard that's how you make a smiley face sticking out it's tongue! If it is, Go me! If not, now you get the effect I was going for.)
Now for my real post:
I used a weed whacker yesterday. All by myself. Now I know most of you are saying "so..." But I'd never done it before, it was a first. And, not only was it a first, it was something I always wanted to be able to do (No, I don't know why....I just did. A right of passage you might say.) Anyway, I did it. And, I can't see what the big deal was, it's not like it's hard. Anyone could do it. And now, I can, so I guess that describes my skill level. But I've done it, and I can do it (albeit I'm not an expert, but who is?) and that excites me.
I have to chalk my excitement for new things up to my dad. He was always showing us by example that even the day to day "mundane" things are actually opportunities to learn. I give my desire, thirst, and excitement for new knowledge to my father, and it is a great blessing in my life. He always taught me, you'll never know if you don't like it unless you try. Also, how do you know it's the best if you haven't explored/researched the other options. Don't get me wrong, certain things with my dad are just wrong because their wrong (I'm the same way, I've never had a desire to try something that I didn't believe was right, just so I could compare. That's stupidity, not knowledge) and certain ways about doing things with my dad are the best way to do them just because they are his way....which sad to say, much like my husband, my father is rarely ever wrong, so most times they are the best way. (I'm not saying that sarcastically, I'm saying it with all sincerity and admiration.)
So, as odd as it sounds, I guess my desire to learn how to use a weed-whacker came from my dad. There is so much in this life that I don't know how to do, and while I always get odd looks for my desire to learn how to move pipe, or milk cows, I just can't help it. They are things I've never done and so there is an inner tugging at me, a tug for knowledge that pushes me towards asking questions, asking to participate, picking someones brain until they are so sick of me they're going to scream. There are no ulterior motives, I just want to know/experience.
There is so much to learn in life; true, you learn a lot just from going about your life, but can't you also agree that there is a lot you will never learn if you don't put yourself out there and ask questions, learn from those who know more than you. (heaven knows, I know very little about very little - but the good thing is, knowledge is free, it's limitations are only set by me) Not only that, but allow yourself the confidence that you can do anything, you can learn whatever it is you want to learn, nothing is holding you back except you. Even though you aren't a dairy farmer, a contractor, a teacher, a physicist or whatever, that doesn't mean you can't learn about those things. It also means, that others shouldn't hold you back or scoff at you for an interest in something that "doesn't apply to you". Go for it! Ask questions! Try something new, or even something old and "mundane" that you've never done. If not for anything else than to be able to say to yourself, I can do that, or I've done that, or I know about that. TRY. LEARN. GROW. Have firsts.
Thanks Dad.
Now for my real post:
I used a weed whacker yesterday. All by myself. Now I know most of you are saying "so..." But I'd never done it before, it was a first. And, not only was it a first, it was something I always wanted to be able to do (No, I don't know why....I just did. A right of passage you might say.) Anyway, I did it. And, I can't see what the big deal was, it's not like it's hard. Anyone could do it. And now, I can, so I guess that describes my skill level. But I've done it, and I can do it (albeit I'm not an expert, but who is?) and that excites me.
I have to chalk my excitement for new things up to my dad. He was always showing us by example that even the day to day "mundane" things are actually opportunities to learn. I give my desire, thirst, and excitement for new knowledge to my father, and it is a great blessing in my life. He always taught me, you'll never know if you don't like it unless you try. Also, how do you know it's the best if you haven't explored/researched the other options. Don't get me wrong, certain things with my dad are just wrong because their wrong (I'm the same way, I've never had a desire to try something that I didn't believe was right, just so I could compare. That's stupidity, not knowledge) and certain ways about doing things with my dad are the best way to do them just because they are his way....which sad to say, much like my husband, my father is rarely ever wrong, so most times they are the best way. (I'm not saying that sarcastically, I'm saying it with all sincerity and admiration.)
So, as odd as it sounds, I guess my desire to learn how to use a weed-whacker came from my dad. There is so much in this life that I don't know how to do, and while I always get odd looks for my desire to learn how to move pipe, or milk cows, I just can't help it. They are things I've never done and so there is an inner tugging at me, a tug for knowledge that pushes me towards asking questions, asking to participate, picking someones brain until they are so sick of me they're going to scream. There are no ulterior motives, I just want to know/experience.
There is so much to learn in life; true, you learn a lot just from going about your life, but can't you also agree that there is a lot you will never learn if you don't put yourself out there and ask questions, learn from those who know more than you. (heaven knows, I know very little about very little - but the good thing is, knowledge is free, it's limitations are only set by me) Not only that, but allow yourself the confidence that you can do anything, you can learn whatever it is you want to learn, nothing is holding you back except you. Even though you aren't a dairy farmer, a contractor, a teacher, a physicist or whatever, that doesn't mean you can't learn about those things. It also means, that others shouldn't hold you back or scoff at you for an interest in something that "doesn't apply to you". Go for it! Ask questions! Try something new, or even something old and "mundane" that you've never done. If not for anything else than to be able to say to yourself, I can do that, or I've done that, or I know about that. TRY. LEARN. GROW. Have firsts.
Thanks Dad.
Saturday, May 5, 2007
Home Alone
It is a milestone in the Bowen house, even more so than the mouse episode: I, Brittany Bowen, stayed home alone (with the kids) while my husband went on a camp out. In fact, I was really alone, I didn't even have the Andersens in the back yard, they were away. Some may say, No Big Deal, may I say YES BIG DEAL!!! This is the first time I have stayed home all night long by myself while Brandon was away, we have been married for 3 1/2 years.
I should have prefaced this blog with the fact that I am dreadfully afraid of the dark, especially the dark in the middle of nowhere. And, I probably should also tell you I am the biggest scaredy cat you will ever meet. But I was brave. I made it all through the night and only cried once. Of course, I sang primary songs until 2 in the morning but that was just to keep my vivid imagination in check and I didn't go to bed until 12:30 so that's not so bad. We had a couple of scary moments (one of which involving, shall we say, very romantic cats under our trailer. They knocked alot of stuff over in the process and scared the pee out of me at 5:00 am - no not literally, I didn't really pee my pants, but I could have)
Anyway, I am very proud of myself! So much so, I think everyone should send me congratulatory presents. GO ME!!!!
By the way, I'm not home alone anymore and so no scary creeps should come and get me because my husband is huge and he could hurt you: BAD!...
I should have prefaced this blog with the fact that I am dreadfully afraid of the dark, especially the dark in the middle of nowhere. And, I probably should also tell you I am the biggest scaredy cat you will ever meet. But I was brave. I made it all through the night and only cried once. Of course, I sang primary songs until 2 in the morning but that was just to keep my vivid imagination in check and I didn't go to bed until 12:30 so that's not so bad. We had a couple of scary moments (one of which involving, shall we say, very romantic cats under our trailer. They knocked alot of stuff over in the process and scared the pee out of me at 5:00 am - no not literally, I didn't really pee my pants, but I could have)
Anyway, I am very proud of myself! So much so, I think everyone should send me congratulatory presents. GO ME!!!!
By the way, I'm not home alone anymore and so no scary creeps should come and get me because my husband is huge and he could hurt you: BAD!...
Friday, May 4, 2007
Play-doh
We had an experience today that was of definite blogging caliber. Kameryn Grace stuck play-doh up her nose. It was actually a rather traumatizing and slightly embarrassing experience for her (albeit rather amusing for me.)
I don't know if I have much more that I can add to the story. The play-doh was pink and it was up her nose.... We enlisted all methods we knew of to get it out, we used fingers (save your "ews" I'm a mother, I've had my finger in worse), Kleenexes and even the baby "nose sucker". The nose sucker worked best, but it was definitely her least favorite method. My favorite, however, was after we thought she had it all out, she sneezed and even more appeared. (Yeah for pink buggers!)
By the way, probably best not to bring this little experience up with Kami, she is rather touchy about it. I still don't exactly know what possessed her to put play-doh in her nose, but in her own words "My no play-doh in my nose, mommy dot it out in my buggers!" And, there you have it.
I don't know if I have much more that I can add to the story. The play-doh was pink and it was up her nose.... We enlisted all methods we knew of to get it out, we used fingers (save your "ews" I'm a mother, I've had my finger in worse), Kleenexes and even the baby "nose sucker". The nose sucker worked best, but it was definitely her least favorite method. My favorite, however, was after we thought she had it all out, she sneezed and even more appeared. (Yeah for pink buggers!)
By the way, probably best not to bring this little experience up with Kami, she is rather touchy about it. I still don't exactly know what possessed her to put play-doh in her nose, but in her own words "My no play-doh in my nose, mommy dot it out in my buggers!" And, there you have it.
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Lord, or should I say Lady, of the Flies
And thus it begins, probably the single most annyoing fact of living next to a dairy. The flies are back, and with a vengance. I truly had forgotten how awful they were last year. Needless to say, they have reminded me. And, unfortunately, they caught me unawares. (If you remember our Christmas Crossword, do to my violent fly swatting, we no longer own a flyswatter) So, we are now being over-run, plagued, you might say, by flies.
Kameryn has taken this into her own hands. Any methods of killing the flies (pie-ders, as she calls them) she can think of, she uses. Today she came running in to me from the kitchen "dare a pie-der an I donna till it!" (I know I shouldn't be proud, but I really am!) She then proceeds to grab the closest item and begins whacking the fly to death, literally. I tell her good job and to leave the fly alone so mommy can clean it up. I walked around the corner and heard her say "Oh man, da pie-der crap!" I walked in and she pointed to the mess the fly had made when she killed it: "See, the pie-der crapped ebree-where and dat's tuz me till em!"
(Now, I shouldn't laugh, especially since we don't say crap in our family....but come on, it's pretty funny.) Honestly, I wish there was some way to keep them out of our house, but what more is a girl to do.
Kameryn has taken this into her own hands. Any methods of killing the flies (pie-ders, as she calls them) she can think of, she uses. Today she came running in to me from the kitchen "dare a pie-der an I donna till it!" (I know I shouldn't be proud, but I really am!) She then proceeds to grab the closest item and begins whacking the fly to death, literally. I tell her good job and to leave the fly alone so mommy can clean it up. I walked around the corner and heard her say "Oh man, da pie-der crap!" I walked in and she pointed to the mess the fly had made when she killed it: "See, the pie-der crapped ebree-where and dat's tuz me till em!"
(Now, I shouldn't laugh, especially since we don't say crap in our family....but come on, it's pretty funny.) Honestly, I wish there was some way to keep them out of our house, but what more is a girl to do.
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Kameryn Talks a lot
Well, she has inherited my love of gab. Kameryn has started this new thing where she likes to tell me everything she possibly can about everything she could ever possibly do. Take for instance: "Kami, do you want to go outside and jump with Mommy?" "Yeah, me want to jump on da tampa - o - leen, bounce-a my bum, jump willy high, go whee-whee, than me gonna say Mommy......" and so on. She pretty much goes on and on for minutes at a time and I only get glimpses of what she is trying to say. . . Yeah, so pretty much, she is me. Fun times! She also really likes to role play and use her imagination. She is just getting to that stage where she realizes in her "imagination" she can create whatever scene she pleases (which, usually consists of real life scenarios - she even throws in nap time. Too bad she can't work that into real life.) It's been fun watching her grow. The day is not far on the horizon where I will her the words "let's pretend" coming from her mouth. Oh, she is getting big!
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