Friday, November 19, 2010

Friday, November 05, 2010

Fall Pictures




For Halloween costumes we try to make do with what we have in our dress-up box. We probably should have made sure that Ryan's costume actually FIT him beforehand, but he survived. :)


Millie was a ladybug at Ryan's school parade, but was having none of it for our trunk or treat.



Thursday, September 02, 2010

I Hardly Recognize This Girl

My Silly Millie is really growing up. Some of my favorite things about her:
She has a great sense of humor - makes us laugh all the time.
She has a very nurturing personality.
She talks non-stop in full sentences and does not have a "quiet" voice. I feel like she shouts at me all day long. (Probably a product of being baby #3)
She is a little bit scared of dogs - but only if they get close to her.
She's ALWAYS carrying a blanket and usually carrying a baby doll.
She recently moved to a toddler bed and is doing pretty well staying where she should.
She gives people some fun nicknames: Kay-kee (Katie), Ya-Ya (Ryan), Manca (Bianca), Lay-lee (Haylee), Baby Oh-no (Baby Owen), Jimmer or Chubba (James).
She thinks that poodles are sheep, and calls ponytails "horseys".



The Little Guy

Jammer is not a fan of baby food - he won't open up his mouth for the spoon. I think we might end up skipping pureed baby food altogether. He wants to USE those two little teeth.

We recently met my friend Veronica at a beach near her house and had a blast. Here's the boy in a hilarious outfit that makes him look like a trapeze artist. I'm trying to keep him protected from the sun (sunscreen is expensive!) and I didn't have many choices. Seriously, flames? He's cute though.
He's seven months now and crawls like a champ and pulls up and walks along the furniture. His balance still leaves much to be desired but he is starting to learn how to get down after he gets to a standing position. He's growing up too fast!

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Are My Kids the Problem, or is it Just Me?

I am coming to realize more and more that my attitude as a parent has a huge effect on the way my child is behaving. I found this great parent/caregiver checklist that I refer to on our "off" days.

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Parent/Caregiver Self-Check

Sometimes when we are having problems with our children the problem is really with ourselves. Children are quick to pick up on our emotions and our inner state, and that often affects the way they behave. So next time when your child is acting up, being wild, or just plain naughty for “no reason” try to check yourself out before you check him into time out.


· What attitudes am I sending out?

· Am I thinking that my child is in my way/a nuisance rather than a contribution our family and me?

· Am I angry with my spouse or myself?

· Am I behaving in an addictive way (such as spending too much time on the computer or procrastinating or getting sidetracked), which tunes me out from my child’s signals?

· Am I uncomfortable with my child’s display of emotions?

· Am I being unfocused, indecisive, wishy-washy, asking too many questions (to child)?

· Am I being impatient with myself?

· Am I trying to accomplish too many things around the house and not taking time to smell the flowers, smile, laugh, dance?

· Am I being resistant of my child's love, respect and adoration of me?

· Have I kept us in the house all day (no fresh air, people contact, physical activity)?

· Is it a boring day?

· Am I not taking responsibility for my own happiness?

I can promise you that when my child is "acting up", the answers to at least one of these above questions is "YES!" Notice that none of the questions have *anything* to do with what my *child* is doing/saying/being.

“Train up a child in the way he should go and when he is old he will not depart from it.”
Proverbs 22:6

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

5 Months Old

A few new pictures of the boy. He can roll over now and puts everything in his mouth. My sister gave him a big fat pretzel to gnaw on last week and he was in heaven. I have a feeling he'll be a BIG eater. :)

He's too mellow - didn't even fuss when he was tired, just konked right out in his doorway jumper.


He has become quite the little thumb sucker.


Come on - I LOVE that sweet face!

Thursday, May 06, 2010

Ten Fingers and Ten Toes

Katie wanted me to take a picture of her fingers and toes.



And since we were taking pictures - Millie (and her baby and her bed head) wanted in on the action.





The Trouble With Afghans

Sunday, April 18, 2010

This Boy Loves His Dad


This is a simple note that Ryan made for Derek today, but I thought it was sweet.


I agree. Good job for good Dad. :)

Saturday, April 17, 2010

How I Lost the "Mother of the Year" Award.... Again


Recently, our dear neighbor passed away unexpectedly. He was like another grandfather for my kids - they ADORED Bob. Tonight, his family had a party for him as a celebration of his life. It was at a local clubhouse and Ryan was SO excited to go to Bob's party - he'd been talking about it all week long.

During the part of the party where his family was telling stories they remembered about him, I was preoccupied with listening while my kids were running around with other children having fun. Ryan came over after a few minutes and said, "I found the chocolate cake!" Then he told me that he had gone looking for the dessert table and got a drink of "something that wasn't good for my body. But, when I could tell it wasn't good for me, I just stopped drinking it and put it down."

Oh, awesome. The 5 year old just had his first margarita! In his defense, it was in an Igloo and looked just like lemonade. I thought it was actually very interesting that he could tell by tasting that it was something he shouldn't be drinking. I don't think he had more than a sip and thankfully, it didn't seem to get him tipsy or anything. I was a little concerned since he's a KID and who knows how alcohol could affect such a small body. Turned into a learning experience though - for all of us.

Where was his mother???

**I'd like to add - it is at least saying SOMETHING that the boy knew he could tell me about it and not try to hide it from me.**