Icka has been walking around with some really classic sayings lately. Two come straight from Nonnie’s mouth to hers. They are:
“Enough is Enough”
“This stupid ___________”
The first makes me laugh, because I have grown up hearing my mom say “Enough is enough”, so to hear my little girl say it seems too funny. The second one makes me scold my mom on a weekly basis. My mom doesn’t say bad words, but “stupid” and “crap” (which are bad words) sometimes leave her lips and I want to beat her. When I talk to her about it, she says she is old and she is working on it. Yeah right.
Another of her latest saying is:
“Hey, what’s the big idea?”
Who knows where she got that, but she says it to Scout all the time. It is classic, and she uses it in the perfect moments.
But my favorite….
As you might recall, Navy was restricted from Bella’s room. And after the first moments she was restricted, she has been very good about not going in. If she feels like she needs to go in, she knocks at the door and waits to get Bella’s “commission”. Sometimes Bella gives her permission, and other times she doesn’t. Well, the other night, I was putting Icka down to bed, and she REALLY wanted to sleep in Bella’s room because she is scared of the wolves (pronounced wolf-is by Icka) outside. This another classic Icka thing lately. Anyway, she went up to Bella and in the sweetest voice said, “Bella, please give me commission.” Bella didn’t catch on at first, and almost melted when she finally did. Navy asked her over and over, and was sweet the whole time. But Bella must have an iron will because she didn’t budge. She continued teaching Navy her lesson, and kept the restriction in tact. I was rather impressed because to be honest, there is NO WAY I could have denied her. She was way too sweet about it, and even I was scared of the wolf-is’s outside.
I have been known to be very spontaneous. And usually that is how my kids and I have a lot of our good times. So when we saw Seth and Cade on an evening walk with their older sister, we snatched them and came to our house. After a few minutes of play, I turned on the hot tub, and the kids all went for a night swim.
Obviously my swimmer Scout was in heaven, and so were the other three.
In fact, they were all playing so well together, they were all challenging each other to “polar bear dips”. One kid would throw out a dive toy, whole the others went into the 59 degree pool and get it. Cade was the ultimate dipper because he went to the bottom of the deep end. Scout and Seth came in second because they both went to the bottom of the “middle end”. And bringing up the rear was the cutest little g-string bathing suit girl. Apparently from last summer to now, this particular bathing suit lost its elasticity.
I was in working on my computer while Scout was snacking. After his orange, he came in and was hanging out with me. And then he started doing a little showing off. He was trying to show me his capabilities with his bad leg.
He started with the “splits”. I said ooh and ahh and took a picture. And then he went to town.
Here is the “lay back”.
Here is the “leg up”.
This is the “upside down” and cracked me up.
And my favorite was the “tippy toe” that I am glad I caught because Icka bumped him while she was climbing and knocked him over.
Poor guy was in tears.
But he was happy once he realized that all she was trying to do was be just like him.
Our wards split, and we miss a bunch of people. The kids and I also wanted to thank a bunch of people who were in our old ward, so we decided to make them a treat and take them to their houses. So on day one, we baked a whole lot of “We Miss You” cookies.
Here they are on a clean counter before they get packaged.
After they cooled, we sealed them for the night.
The next day we made a cream cheese frosting and put it in a separate container so our friends could still read the message.
Then we put it all in a box and went delivering.
We hit up old teachers, old friends and especially our old Bishop.
What I thought would be a two hour expedition ended up going almost four hours. But it was a blast to talk and catch up with some of our friends. But poor Scout, who asked me to carry him in to the last two houses because his leg was getting sore, literally fell asleep in my arms. He was completely OUT. And then Icka, who was equally exhausted, went in the other direction, and was wired by the end.
It was a fun project with the kids, and made all involved happy.
The end.
This handsome boy has always been a really great sleeper. He regularly sleeps through the night. But the last few nights, he has whiled a bit during the day — but also during the night. And on top of that, he has been sucking his sleeves and fingers a whole lot. He’s also been talking as much as ever, but instead of his usual upbeat conversations, he has been doing a lot of complaining with the saddest little expressions on his face.
So I added it all up, and I think he might be getting his first teeth.
I guess time will tell if my sleuth work is right.
But if I might offer my last bit of evidence — when I give him Tylenol, he happies up pretty quickly.
Have I convinced you yet?
The yellow table was in hiding the whole time Scout was in his cast. The poor guy couldn’t sit in it. But now that his legs are back…it has been a permanent fixture in our kitchen. Have I ever mentioned how much I LOVE the yellow table?
It is the best!
Navy got into her make up.
And went for the uni-brow/Freida look.
I think she nailed it.
Dash has always thought I was hilarious.
But just recently, he has caught on to how funny Nonnie is.
And apparently she is telling a REALLY great joke.
(Nonnie gave Dash a really big compliment. She said that he reminds her of Trey as a baby. And I have to tell you that Trey has been the pinnacle of cutest and happiest babies. So kudos to you Dash.)
I feel like I have written a LOT about Icka lately.
And I have because this girl has been on a roll!
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So the latest….
My kids have always loved toast. Their favorite is by far sourdough, but almost any bread will do. And if they are really lucky, they get cinnamon toast. Well, this has happened a few times, but I happened to have my camera with me the most recent time. Navy scoots the bar stool over to the butter dish. (After she has gotten into the bread drawer and gotten a knife.) And then she goes to town.
And I mean REALLY goes to town. I think by the end, she has half a stick of butter on her bread. The time she made her own bread and came upstairs with it (a big no no), I was cleaning butter off of everywhere and everything!
This was after I took a massive chink off the top. Don’t worry I did more cleaning up after this.
She was moving off the chair because Scout saw the delicacy and wanted his own. Notice him in the bread drawer in the back.
Both ended up at the kids table. Scout’s was beautifully buttered. Navy’s was atrocious. And as I went to snap this shot, Navy covered her eyes. Because her dyslexia gets the best of her, she thinks if she covers her eyes….my camera and I can’t see anything. Well, she is wrong. But her perfectly placed bowl did the trick.
(I love Scout looking at her in this picture with a smile, because that is what we do all day long. We look at her and laugh. And often times, circle our ear with our finger indicating that she is crazy — and then laugh together.)
Well, we have had regular legs for over three weeks. This boy is doing it all. In this picture, he just completing a jump. But I was out with him the other day, and I had a friend witness him. She said, “Your boy is amazing. He has the best attitude of anyone I’ve ever met.” She was right on the money. As he was running, jumping, spinning and hopping for her, he smiled the whole time. He never complained in his cast, and he hasn’t since.
He still walks with a limp, due to his 2 cm of shortening. The doctors shorten it on purpose because the increased blood supply to the injured leg will make it grow too much, which would make it too long. So they make it shorter so that by the time the heeling process is over, the legs will be more even. Apparently, in about 6 months, this should all be history. 2 cm is in the okay range, but we are hoping for 1 cm or less.
But in the meantime — my boy with the very best attitude keeps trucking along.
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