My 3 year old just turned officially obnoxious.
Somehow, somewhere, he learned the word “not”, and really goes for the overkill on it.
A snippet from one minute of my life recently:
“Mom…you are so beautiful.”
“NOT!”
“Dash, will you help Pippi down the stairs?”
“Sure mom…..NOT!”
“Scout, I am coming to play basketball with you.”
“NOT!”
“Mom….I am soooo hungry.”
“NOT!”
“Navy, I love you so much.”
“NOT!”
(you get the idea)
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I actually find it really funny, and laugh at it sometimes. He really does have great timing. But, when we all kneeled for family prayer and he finished his with “Amen….NOT!” I decided we needed to talk about the word obnoxious.
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It hasn’t subsided just yet, but my fingers are crossed.
But it is all wishful thinking, because Scout’s favorite word “Psych” has been around for a while.
My double stroller is the best investment I have ever made.
Especially when it turns into a triple or quadruple stroller.
With Scout getting big and independent, it is usually a triple…but when he forgot his shoes at the birthday party I picked him up from, he rode.
Can you imagine what the South Coast Plaza mall-goers were thinking of me this day?
I should have been pregnant….it could have made it even better!
Navy held an event at the Spa Salon today.
Micah signed up for the head massage.
And nap to follow.
A couple of boys got together at the Lego store this morning.
For $10, they get to build a preset thing (this month it is a robot), and then go to the Lego wall to get bricks to build another thing of their choice.
The staff gives them a story, (the robot is trying to escape, so build something to stop it), and they spend 30 minutes building…and then we get to take it all home.
Scout loved it, and the boys all had a blast.
When I have opened up the hand-me-down boxes that Scout left for Dash, they are in perfect condition. They all look like they were worn about two times.
When I have opened up the hand-me-down boxes that Navy left for Pippi, they are a total mess. Stained, torn, and they all look like they have been handed down six times before.
Except this beauty!
This was my mom’s absolute favorite on Navy, and she kept asking when it would fit Pippi.
And it finally does.
And for once, this little waif looks like a million bucks wearing some of Navy’s old duds.
This year’s Jog-A-Thon was a success.
It was Navy’s first, and she ran like the wind. Even outrunning her buddy Enzo who is in first grade!
I was really impressed with Scout also. We always say, slow and steady is best. I told him it doesn’t matter how fast you go, but to never stop. And he didn’t stop the whole time. And it was record heat!
But my favorite part about the Jog-A-Thon, is the “sibling lap”.
Navy took Dash and Pippi each on a lap.
And Scout walked a lap with Dash during his cool down.
And when they didn’t come back, I realized that Dash was holding his own with Scout’s buddies.
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So who does the award…for best jogger…go to?
Only the cutest of them all, who had the jogging arm movements down…and literally “jogged” two laps amongst the big kids.
Her only hurdle?
Every single parent who was rescuing the wandering baby.
Little did they know — I had my eye on her the whole time, as her determination was beaming.
Skilly ran for president.
Had an amazing teeny tiny campaign manager.
And took the race by a landslide.
Must have been the speech.
This girl spends her mornings dressing herself.
Whatever spare clothes she finds, she works to get on.
And if she does….she gives herself a standing ovation.
Scout wasn’t acing his spelling tests, so we came up with a new plan — test him each day until he knows them backwards and forwards.
Monday’s test — each wrong word is written 5 times.
Tuesday’s test — each wrong word 10 times.
Wednesday’s test — each wrong word 15 times.
Thursday’s test — each wrong word 20 times.
Unfortunately, Nate and Skylar were over during this Thursday spelling test. And when he got “because” wrong, I assigned him the 20 times. Then he whined, so I doubled it. Then he whined some more, and it got doubled again. This went on and on, until that poor kid had to write “because” 130 times.
Poor thing.
But he did it, and I was so proud that he finally did it, that I told him that he could go on a bike ride with Nate.
And as I sent them off, I realized that half of his 130 words were spelled incorrectly.
Are you kidding me!
But I let it ride, because he was out of my hair for a while!
Along with Dash and Navy!
I love Nate.
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They were gone for about an hour, and I was dying. The kids talked him into going to their “friend’s house” that had a talking parrot. He went along with it, and realized something was whacky when the door was answered by a 60 year old lady. She invited them in to see the parrot and collect a few feathers.
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He came back carrying his bike that had a flat tire, and Navy’s bike that was too hard for her to ride up the hill. And then told me about the 60 year old lady.
After I laughed a ton, I told him that she was a lady my mom visit taught. And that she has only met my kids once.
I when this little boy makes his way to my bed in the middle of the night. But it is amazing to me how he can always end up with every blanket by the morning. When I woke up and looked at him this morning, he was hibernating in his own personal blanket cave.
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