OOC is our shorter way of saying “Out Of Control” because we say it a lot! My girl is OOC!
The picture above doesn’t seem too crazy. An open toilet, a diaper next to it, some toilet paper strung about and a trash can. No biggie, right? Wrong! Sissy is COMPLETELY capable of using the toilet. But she is a pain in the neck and still must be in love with her diaper. I haven’t even officially tried to potty train her, because I am pretty confidant that when she wants to go on the big girl potty, she will.
But every once in a while, I catch her pushing, so I run her over to the potty. Sometimes she is cool with it, and other times she has a fit. (That is kind of her M.O. lately –hot one minute, cold the next.) Anyway, I ran her over and put her on. I have found that if I leave, a lot of times she likes to “surprise” me with her offerings. So I left her for a minute to go and put some dishes away. Instead of surprising me, she “surprised” Ka. And then I heard, “Lindsey…get in here right now!” What was my weasel up to this time? Well, apparently after I left, she did go. But she had gotten off the toilet and sat on the trash can to go. So the next picture on my IPhoto is a little more graphic — and it is of a little trash, a little potty and a little poop. She was so proud, and asked for her “big girl potty treat”. What a stinking weasel!
The best part was when she was running around afterward, she had toilet lines on her bare booty that were really thin from the rim of the trash can.
When Scout heard that Papa was a former TBall coach, he wanted to go get a little coaching from him.
So he got his bag all ready, and sat on the bench. But as soon as he heard Papa’s car around the corner, he popped up and was ready to go.
He was so excited he got to sit in the front — but only because they were heading to the park in our neighborhood.
Here’s Papa giving Scout a few tips before they take off.
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When Scout came home, he kept saying that Papa used to be a coach, and he was really good.
When Papa came home, he said that Scout wasn’t that into hitting the ball, but loved the outfield part of it. And he also said that Scout is really good at listening to directions which is really good from a coaching standpoint.
I don’t usually like to just put a million pictures of the same exact thing, but I can’t resist this time. All of the following pictures were taken within a minute of each other, and I would say that this is a pretty decent glimpse into what it is like to live with my girl.
She does not like to be without her “DayDay”. And she also doesn’t mind looking the fool at any time. (In this case with a ski hat on because she was “Coldy” this morning. But after I turned the heat on, she said, “Mom…it’s ‘warmy’ now!”)
There isn’t a clean bone in her body. Notice her spoon, which she is very capable of using. Notice her hand, which she always chooses. I get this girl dressed each morning, and she looks darling and pristine. Within minutes, she has something on her — blood, food, lotion, you name it and it has been on her! My Mom recently made the comment, “I don’t know why I always want to buy her such cute clothes, because she is a pig pen by the afternoon.” I think my mom was too kind. Afternoon? More like “afterbath” (if that’s even a word).
Look at her little face. She is trying to make me and Scout laugh. This girl, the one who wouldn’t even smile for the first 9 months of her life, always goes for the cheap laugh. She makes faces, she does silly dances, she chants things that are classic (jumpy jumpy jumpy…..). But the latest that is classic is when we sing together. I always sing parts of the song, and let her fill in the blanks where she knows the words. And lately, when it comes to her part she deepens her voice, makes it scratchy, speeds up her words by 1000 and sounds possessed when it’s her turn. It really gets the cousins when I sing, “I love to see the …….” and then Sissy pipes in with, “temple” that way. I’ll admit, it is very funny.
Another attempt at the cheap laugh. Amazingly enough, she almost always gets it!
And this is her reaction when she does. Rather than just laugh right along, she kind of does this smile like, “I’m funny aren’t I!”
I remember my mom saying that I have the most somber babies she has ever come across. You know — the ones that make you feel stupid when you are trying to make them laugh by doing something silly. Well, times have changed! There is nothing somber about my two now.
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Now, any of you have tips on curbing potty talk? Because, talk about the cheap laugh — unfortunately, that is my kids go-to most of the time. And it drives me bonkers! But not too bonkers to have a few more punishments up my sleeve.
Scout had gymnastics today. We then headed over to Chick-Fil-A to let them play while we all ate a bit of lunch. When I went to retrieve the kids with an ice cream in each hand, I heard two girls come down crying that a boy “up there” had hit them. When they pointed Scout out, I got him, told him that stinky boys don’t earn treats, put his shoes on him, and threw the ice cream cone in the trash. To say he was devastated was an understatement. It was a little more along the lines of ballistic. We had crying and lectures the entire way home. It mostly entailed how he wanted his ice cream, and how hitting is never allowed.
We got home, read scriptures and went to quiet time. He was pretty sad to say the least, but mostly because he disappointing me. I loved him, told him I still loved him a lot, and that my job as a mommy is to teach him how to choose the right and not do things like hit.
After quiet time, he came out and immediately gave me a kiss. Then he hung out with me next to the piano as I practiced a little bit. Then he interrupted me with the following comments:
“The first day I was ever born, I loved you.”
“When I was in your stomach and then I saw you, you were so cute!”
“When it was my birthday, it was so fun…and thanks for my water-slide and getting me those pools!”
“I always think you are so pretty.”
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He is so sweet, and definitely can charm his way back into my good graces.
Now if only I can confiscate Micah’s ice cream cone!
Let’s be honest! I am the Queen of Disorganization. I literally work quite well this way — usually! But ever since I have had kids, I have missed a few things. I guess my mind’s capacity isn’t large enough to get three schedules right all of the time. (And the time I completely blanked on a Young Women’s Presidency meeting was slightly humiliating!) So I have had a few attempts at a calendar, and I finally have one that is semi-working! It is my MAC calendar, and I set alarms for myself, so it alerts me of my upcoming life. I also got this little tablet from Ashly a month or so ago, and am loving it! It really is easier to plan out my meals. I used to go to the grocery store every day to pick up what I needed for the night, and this way, I just head out on Monday. (Although I am not fond of buying meat that I have to let sit for too long, or possibly freeze for a few days.) But I do LOVE that I am not thinking every day what I should make for the night. It also allows me to peruse my cookbooks and make some of those recipes also. Thanks Ashly — it now is one of my “favorite things” too!
So Scout and Navy never have play-dates. Mostly because I always like them to be with me and each other. Well, Scout’s new buddies who happen to be around-the-corner neighbors make him so happy that I decided to have them along for a day of fun.
Scout knew about the day, and when he came into me in the morning, he snuggled up and said, “Mom, did you remember that today is the day we are going to play with Seth and Cade?” I told him that I did remember, to which he replied, “Mom, this is the best day EVER!”
So in an attempt to really make it the best day ever, I tried to think of all the things Scout (3 years old) loves, that would hopefully translate to his twin buddies (5 years old).
First stop — Denny’s! I knew Scout would be in heaven, but these two loved it easily as much!
Then their mom came up with the great idea of heading over the bridge. I set up some running races, and they were loving them.
Then off to the harbor to play hide and seek. Scout was so proud of his spot. Little does he know that he was sticking out like a sore thumb.
When Micah was “it”, the boys all hid together like sardines, and all ran together to safe. It was pretty cute, but the pour boys kept getting outed by Icka.
We then went to throw rocks. When I told the twinners we were going to, they were so excited. It always amazes me that boys can throw rocks for hour and never tire of it.
We then headed down the dike to head over to a park. On the way, Cade got into climbing frenzy, and set the bar high for the others.
Luckily he was happy to help out when he saw someone (a little sis who wanted to be just like the big boys) needed a hand.
Down the way, a police deputy stopped them and talked to them for a bit. He gave them all stickers, and told them how important it is to be safe. They loved it.
Unfortunately, I put my camera away for the rest of the day, but it wasn’t because it lacked action. These three proceeded to head back to their house to get swim suits and play the Wii with Scout for an hour. We then headed back to our house for more Wii and swimming for 2 1/2 hours. After swimming, they took a bubble bath (with suits on) that rivaled swimming in fun. Then it was off to pick up bikes at their house. We came back to our cul-de-sac for a few hours and set up some good obstacle courses. Then our neighbors came out to join in on some hide-and-seek fun. Then the whole gang came in to play a few games. And finally I walked the twinners back home. When we got there, all three of the boys begged to let Scout stay and play! I obliged, and almost 8 hours later, he was returned home. Talk about a marathon of a day. But I couldn’t have been happier with the twinners who are SO nice, and great examples to my boy. According to Scout, we have another day like this coming up real soon, because according to him, “It was the best day ever!”
Micah, Scummy and B. Tack came up with a stay-cation over the long weekend. Amongst the festivities, on Saturday, we went bowling with the Thacks, and the Barbers. It was really fun, and I would love to brag about my great game now. I had a few strikes and spares, and killed Scummy — my only goal of the night. (Although, I always like to beat Micah in anything, but in the end he was one point up.)
Here is my signature ball that made it all happen.
Poor Micah. I guess it is a hard life when everyone knows you as a super athlete, and you just can’t make things happen. Some people would argue that bowling isn’t a real sport, and I say that bowling is every bit a sport as much as football is! Embarrassing when the “athlete” only beats the pathetic one by one point — but worse than that, he was trailing me the entire time until the end!
But quite honestly, I wasn’t the pathetic one. It was the little Scumball you see above that took home that title!
These two were pretty decent with the help of some bumpers.
This poor filthy-face girl clung onto me the entire time. Come to find out, she wasn’t feeling great. But I guess that is better than her climbing over and on everything in the alley!
And the B. Tack who tried to hold down the fort while it was my turn. He soon realized that Icka is not calm and still like August!
Good times — and I am totally into stay-cations!
I don’t even know if “Sigmund” is the actual name of Cade’s bearded dragon. All I know is that he is kept away whenever Nonnie is around, and I am usually at their house when Nonnie is, so we don’t see the little creature very often. But this past Friday, the Brockbanks were out of school, and I saw a great opportunity for a cousin day. So we headed down and had a good time as always!
Mid day, Cade brought Sigmund down, and the kids were fascinated.
Well, let me be honest and say that Icka was fascinated. It started off with me holding him, and she was petting him without qualms.
Then she got really brave and held him. I didn’t get the picture, but she went in for the kiss multiple times, and “S” kept licking her. She was cracking up and kept saying, “He yicked my face, he yicked my face!”
I guess Scout wasn’t interested in getting shown up by his little sis, and he braved up and put S on his shirt. Doesn’t his very nervous face say it all! (He actually got talked into it because he was wearing a dragon shirt, and S is a dragon.)
Maybe Scout’s nervousness was contagious, because when I put S on Icka’s shoulder, she wasn’t too sure about it. I really wanted to put him on her head, but I feared for little S’s life.
I’ve mentioned it before, but I have been on the waiting list for over three years to get this local garden plot. Scout, Navy and I go visit it regularly so I can get them excited to have our own. (Little do they know that one of the primary reasons I want this plot is to teach my little ones the meaning of work.) So two weeks ago, I got the long-awaited call that we got it. When we went to take a look at the location of it and the size, we couldn’t be happier. It is a 20×20 space that is in a little sectioned off area (which will help me contain my chitlins), and it has an ocean view. Not bad. So the first thing on the agenda — clean the space out and prepare it for my future gardening. This was going to be a huge fete, but Micah surprised me on V Day by telling me that he was going to build contraptions for me, till the soil, add mulch, etc. SWEET! I can’t wait to see the “after” picture.
On the agenda….We are going to add a trellis for berries, wiring for a few espalier trees, three good-sized garden beds for me, and another biggie for the kid’s garden, a bench for Mama Mia’s good company, a wired area for climbers such as sweet peas, and the very best thing of all — Micah is going to make me a scarecrow! Can’t wait to see it after it is all finished. Scout is totally excited, and has already said that he will be planting carrots and potatoes. Now I am crossing my fingers that I have a green thumb. Any shade of green will do!
My visiting teacher brought me a huge beautiful basket of strawberries. That afternoon, the kids were being unusually quiet so I went to check things out. Apparently, they thought the strawberries looked amazing also, and went to town on them. Unfortunately, I haven’t had the sit down talk with them about eating every last morsel minus the leaves.
Don’t worry, I made them rectify their mistake. These babies were only green by the end.
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