I woke up to my favorite breakfast in bed….with extra romantic touches. Betty Crocker’s blueberry muffins from the box (nostalgic for me since we would make them all the time when I was younger) and fresh strawberries. Micah added the special touches of a strawberry and a pat of butter both in the shape of a heart, and Chantilly cream for my strawberries. I heard him in the kitchen whipping up a storm for about ten minutes straight. When he came in with my breakfast, I cracked up when I saw the cream, and realized that he had whipped it by hand. When I asked if my suspicians were true, he responded with, “Yeah….and I KNOW professional chefs dom’t do it that way. My forearm is killing me, and I only did a small amount…..but isn’t it tasty!” I then explained the beauty of a hand mixer, and then he got it. The breakfast was delicious, and exactly what I wanted. I especially loved all of the silverware…including the dessert spoon!
Afterwards, Tristen took Scout out to go and get his Valentines for everyone. He came back with all of these heart balloons and looked darling.
But in the meantime, Trilby and the girls came over to give Scout his load of Valentines. His favorite by far was the “I’m Going On A Bear Hunt” book. He has moved past Goodnight Gorilla for now to look for bears.
Micah and I finished off the afternoon and night by helping Scout deliver some Valentines, a photo session with Tristen and Navy, the third of three runs in preperation for an upcoming 175 mile relay race, the Doheny pizza he is in love with, Italian Cream Sodas, and a game of Scrabble which he demolished me in. (I won the Scrabble game from a few nights ago that determined I was the best artist with a last minute seven letter word (genocide) that earned me a 50 point bonus) Call us simple, but some good food and a great game beats about anything else we ever do. From the time we met we have played games. So I guess it is fitting that on a day to celebrate our love…..we go back to our roots.
Scout has his Valentine’s Day backpack on and is ready to collect his treats.
I came home to this:
Which was so nice….and got my competitive juices flowing. So I challenged Micah to a sidewalk chalk draw off. The subject was “beautiful flower”, and Patricia Jean Ure was to be the judge.
(Notice the blending, pink tips and sharpness)
(Notice the pluralness (agreement was flower, not flowers), the roses that are far from original since I taught him how to draw these exact species, and most of all…..the sucking up!)
No wonder he won. I obviously challenged him again, and won that contest by a landslide. Everything now sits at a tie, so we have a scrabble game scheduled tonight to see who the best artist is. Below, Micah is drawing his losing picture while Scout draws on him.
Talk about focused. Funny how he noticed when I started writing something on the rear of his shorts and made me stop???! I was just trying to write HOT across his bum.
(All Boy)
I love this little fat lip (due to tripping and hitting the ground face first)
(All Girl)
And these little sleeping lips
It is expected……but not this much at three weeks! Obviously a trait she got from Micah’s side of the family.
I would like to thank Spray and Wash for saving this outfit, her undershirt, her car seat and one of her many hospital receiving blankets.
Scout is officially awarded…helper of the year. Following, you will see that he might not be the best holder….but he is always the most anxious holder. (That is if you don’t include Skilly.)
He is also great at getting anything I need (sometimes in excess), such as toilet paper when there is a bit of spit up that needs wiping.
He is also great at always making sure baby Navy is prepared when we leave the house. After I had her all bundled up and ready to go this morning, Scout took it upon himself to get two more blankets and 3 plugs out of her cradle and put them on her. (I think he takes his motto of “be prepared” very seriously!) I was in the other room, and was very impressed they weren’t on her face when this is what I found:
And the runner up is………
The Shmickster who is particularly good at getting our little one to burp!
(As a sidenote…her jaundice (and blood incompatibility) is still apparent, but of no worry at all to the doctors. Her anemia was just cleared by Carruthy this morning as her numbers have gone up for the second time, and are at a good level. Thank goodness her little heels will hopefully not be pricked any more! One have one darling and sweet little girl with a CLEAN BILL OF HEALTH! Actually when her cardiologist passes her off this week due to a very faint heart murmur, we will officially celebrate.)
This is right after Tristen washed her hands, didn’t dry them, walked over to Micah, faked a sneeze and the loose water on her hands went flying all over him. He looked at her, rolled his eyes with a little smirk and then caught me with the camera snapping a shot. Isn’t Tristen immature!
For Chloe’s 8th birthday, we headed down without a gift, so when we stopped to get gas, I tried to figure out a good present. In honor of the year she is going to get baptised, and to the disgust of everyone else (except the other kids that wanted a few scratchers of their own) we got her 8 lottery tickets, and said she could have all of the proceeds. No wonder the lottery prizes get SO high….because you never win crap!
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Scout usually gets on about seven day kicks for most things. He is currently into his piggy bank, basketball (especially after yesterday when he went with his dad and Grandpa to a UCLA game), his “Poopsie Doopsie” book, and a few others. But about a week later, he is on to bigger and better. Although, there is one obsession that has taken over his life. (I guess there are technically two obsessions, but the first of B-Ka-NayNay AKA Trilby, Skylar and Calin is kind of old news by now, since that has been around since the day he could talk.) The other is Rice Soup.
He walks around all day long talking about Rice Soup. Whenever food is even discussed, it is begged for. When we drive by any sushi place that he recognizes, he calls out Rice Soup! When he doesn’t eat what I have given him, he puts his head on his shoulder and sweetly, but in a con man sort of way, says Rice Soup. This morning, I was getting him ready for church, and was trying to divert his attention from me brushing his hair when I said we were going to go down to have breakfast in just one minute. He expectadly asked for Rice Soup.
I guess it could be worse, and he could be calling out for french fries all the time. Miso soup with tofu, seaweed, green onions and rice is thankfully a pretty healthy meal….and I guess isn’t all that bad in excess. I definitely need to learn how to make it, so I can have it on hand more often. Until then, I might just have to resort to rice in hot beef broth with some rice and tofu if I have it. Not nearly as good, but he hasn’t caught on to it yet.
And I wonder…….this kid has loved rice from the first time he tried it. He has also loved Miso Soup, California Rolls, Soybeans, Tempura, and about anything else he has tried that is Japonese. I wonder if it is just in the blood, or if it is from being overly exposed to one of our tried and true favorites….Good Choice Sushi.
Scout has recently learned the capital’s of California and Hawaii. He says both so cute. Sacramento is always a bunch of new jibberish with a “mento” at the end, and Hawaii’s is “Honowuwu”. We have tried to move onto Utah’s capital, but he is kind of attached to his first two only…….off to work.
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