This boy has become a chatter box. He holds minute long conversations with me. He also loves talking to B and Scout. And his conversations with Scout(whom Dash is kind of obsessed with) sound like two Pteranodon’s talking in their high pitch whining talk. It is absolutely darling. And the cutest part about it is that he usually will start up the conversation. He doesn’t wait for me to ask him a question. As soon as he sees me, he dives right into every detail of his day. And when he isn’t talking, he is laughing. I always had a theory about third children — and how they are usually pretty stinky. Apparently, I was wrong!
I put Dash down for his morning nap and went in to take a bath.
When I came out, Bella was walking out of Dash’s room and pointed in at Icka who had woken him up.
This was the scene.
Poor guy.
He was totally asleep when I left him.
Look at the concerned little face.
I told Icka that he was sad because he was sleepy.
She told me that all he had to do was “smile” and he could be happy.
(Thanks Icka — I’ll remember that next time you are sad.)
Then I noticed him watching an IPhone.
Icka is smart, but not smart enough to play back a video of Navy and Bella and place it so perfectly in Sumo’s bed.
Then I looked at Bella.
She immediately said, “I saw him moving around a little bit and thought he was waking up!”
WEASELS!
We went and surprised Bree this past weekend so I could attend her other baby shower.
It was a quick trip, only 24 hours, but was fun.
After getting there we went to Bree’s soccer game, dinner and then home to put the kids down. The next morning, they all hung out on the couch to old school cartoons (The Flinstones, Jetsons, Smurfs). Why do those cartoons seem more wholesome? Micah, Jeff and Bree went and ran a 5K, and when they got home, everyone went in the hot tub. Afterward, I got ready and left to the shower for the afternoon while Micah had all three kids. The shower was great, and Micah took the kids to the park which was even greater!
When we got home, we said our goodbyes, and got back on the road.
Quick and simple.
Every night, I take my ring and watch off and put them in the same spot.
When I walked by the spot this morning, I immediately realized that my watch was there, but my ring was not.
I immediately went into who I thought was the culprit.
She was in the bath at the time, so I approached this with what I thought was the best possibility to get my desired result.
Which was obviously my ring back.
I asked her, “Hey, who was playing with my ring this morning?” in a very sing-songy voice.
She immediately said, “I was” in a very devious way.
I said, “It’s fun to play with jewelry…do you remember where you put it?”
She said, “Yeah, I put it down the drain.”
WHAT!!!
I stayed calm and said, “Well, which drain?”
To which she replied, “The one in the other room.”
So I told her to show me.
But she told me it was too “warmy” in the bath to get out.
So then I went to plan B.
I went in to retrieve a lipstick Brett (the other weasel) had sent her that I immediately confiscated — which sent you know who into a tizzy.
I showed the lipstick and said that whoever could find my ring got to have the lipstick.
My kids immediately jumped out of the bath and ran around the house naked trying to find the ring.
(Sidenote — Scout didn’t want the lipstick, he is just a true competitor.)
After slyly following her around, I found her hiding behind a door next to an air conditioning grate.
I asked her if that was the drain.
She said, “I don’t know, let’s open it and see.”
After 10 solid minutes of masked frustration, my mom finally came around the corner to see if I had found it.
When I told her I hadn’t, she reminded me that my Dad had been there earlier.
I followed her eyes to see it!
Right on top of the lamp that is on top of the desk that holds my “spot”.
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So you might think that I am calling my Dad the weasel of the century.
But I am not.
Any girl who knew to say “drain” is clearly the holder of that title.
I walked into the toy room to find the biggest mess! The kids had gotten into the costume drawer that is literally stuffed to the BRIM. Most of the time, they find what they want pretty quickly, but because Scout has been out of costume mode for a long time (because costumes don’t go over casts very easily), his Spiderman costume was pretty buried. So in order to find every last piece of it, he had to dig.
And aren’t I glad he did. Have you ever seen a more darling Spiderman in your life?
Look at those “army green” eyes.
So of course Icka had to dress up immediately after she saw Scout’s getup. She went to her standard Tangled princess dress. This pore dress is getting holes in because she has worn it to death. But my “milk chocolate brown” eyed girl has her opinion that doesn’t sway easily. And for now, her opinion is to be the tangled princess every single day of her life!
I obviously could not keep Dash out of the festivities. Last Halloween, I saw my same cow costumes for sale, and had to buy one for the unborn baby to match the other two. This is the first time he has had it on, and my love of costumes was reiterated. How couldn’t it be! Look at him. And if you will notice, this boy has “slate grey” eyes. (I mention their eyes, because since all of my kids were little, I have told them their eye color, and they love to hear what it is. And in case I ever forget what their descriptive colors were when they were little, I wanted to write them down while I had close ups of them.)
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As I was getting Dash dressed up as a cow, I heard some noise in the next room in the bookshelves. I wanted to see what it was, and turned the corner to see my two-week-post-cast boy climbing away.
I would argue, but remember, he is “the boss of [his] own leg”! Actually this boy has done everything since he has had his legs back. Technically, the doctors said he would barely be trying to walk at this point. Little did they know Scout’s determination, and that he has already climbed all over the tide pools, chased his sister like crazy, ran around multiple playgrounds and climbed anything he sees. Nice work Spiderman!
He had to go in and show off his skills to Nonnie, and she was amazed!
So was Navy, who wanted to be just like her big brother and followed suit.
Nonnie was holding Dash, and when she told him about her really brave older siblings, he was pretty excited.
It really is amazing how much I love my kids in costumes. When Halloween rolls around, and they start going on sale, I literally have to hold myself back. Mostly because that costume drawer I mentioned earlier — doesn’t have room for even one more thing. Guess it’s time to clear another spot, because Dash is just barely coming onto the costume scene!
Navy woke up really early this morning. She came out to where I was feeding Dash. My regular morning routine is to feed the baby, then take him with me to the office where I get 30 minutes of work done while others sleep and he swings next to me. But this morning, Navy wanted to hold him. So I set up a spot for them on the couch and put Sesame Street on to keep her in place.
(There is something about my kids in white that I die over.
I think they look like angels.)
Sesame seemed to do the trick, so I snuck downstairs solo, to get my stuff done.
Five minutes later, I heard running footsteps above my head, so I knew I should check things out.
Somehow, my big boy was in the hallway.
The hallway that is very far from the couch.
I was in awe of his magical powers, since Icka has been told over and over that she is not allowed to carry Dash.
Once I saw Icka run out of every sleeping person’s room, I asked her how he got there.
Instead of telling me, she showed me.
I guess “white” might make them look like angels, but maybe not act like them?
But then I noticed she had changed her clothes during my absence also.
I have a few addictions in my life.
They are:
My kids.
Things that are miniature.
Things in bulk.
Costumes for my kids.
And….
Cuddly outfits for my babies.
So what if it looks like he can’t move.
I can’t imagine the pure delight life would be if I could cruise around all day in a cuddly blanket made into an outfit.
So in an effort to prevent myself from looking idiotic, I act out my addiction on my kids.
Specifically my babies.
A while back (pre cast-off) Micah took the kids on a run in the double BOB. On their way home, they saw some caterpillars crossing the street, and they wanted to keep them. Fortunately, we have a little cage for them to create their cocoon in and we made a nice little home for them. Unfortunately, Scout and Navy liked to have those little suckers out and about as much as possible.
Navy was constantly holding one or both, and called them her “friends”.
I was particularly impressed at how much Scout handled his, as he is usually a little hesitant about creepies and crawlies.
Here is Scout impressing Icka with letting one of them crawl under his sweatshirt.
Of course, they wanted Dash in on the caterpillar action, so I set him down to see what all of the fuss was about.
And a few seconds later I looked back to see this scene.
Although Navy looks like she is the culprit in the photo, they are both to blame.
Poor third child was doing what he does best — rolling with the punches!
Poorer me — after we went to show our “friends” off to someone, we left with both caterpillars in the cage. On the drive home, Icka got into it. Once home, I put the cage up high, and realized that we were less one caterpillar. I looked around to find nothing. But if I magically have a beautiful butterfly in my car one day, I have that second weasel to thank.
This girl has been getting scared lately. There has also been a lot of talk about “bad guys”. In fact, I have heard, “Mom…hate is a bad word, but I hate bad guys” many times over the last few weeks. I tell her that it is okay to hate things and bad guys. The other day when I asked her to go upstairs, she was scared of the walk. When I asked her why, she said she was worried about bad guys. So we came up with a perfect solution. I handed her the phone, and she called Bella upstairs, to meet her half way. Too bad Bella didn’t answer — probably because she is on to us. And because Bella is so swift, I had to stop what I was doing and became the escort.
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Speaking of phones — every time the phone rings, this girl runs to answer it. I know it must be ridiculously obnoxious to whomever is calling, but I find her hilarious. Not only does she answer, but she banters back and forth with the other person. Is is priceless when it is a sales person calling. But the very best (only according to me) is when Navy pick up the phone while Nonnie is on a phone call. She just interjects and it drives my mom MAD! I can hear her saying, “Icka, get off the phone RIGHT NOW!” and I just crack up. My poor mom who has a LOT of jokes made at her expense is most often a really good sport.
Scout’s best bud in preschool is Riley. They have clicked from day one. The excitement level for Scout to return to preschool was palpable on both sides. So when I picked him up the other day, and Scout was REALLY somber, I asked why. The conversation was this:
M - “Hey Handsome, what’s wrong?”
S - “There is nothing to play with at school.”
M - “Sure there is — there is a ton of stuff to play with.”
S - “Nothing fun.”
M - “Well, then it is up to you to use your imagination to make it fun….what did you end up doing?”
S - “Miss Dianne gave Riley and me permission to play puppet show and nobody would watch.”
M - “That isn’t a big deal — you should watch Riley, and he should watch you.”
—massive pause—-
S - “And then when we were cleaning up, we fought over the things.”
Oh — now I get it.
M - “You and Riley got in a fight?”
S - “Yeah.” (In a super sad voice)
M - “Well, what do you think we could do to make it better?”
S - “I don’t know…what do you think?”
M - “Why don’t we figure out something to take over to Riley at his house and you could just say you were sad you guys got mad at each other, and that you are glad he is such a good friend.”
S - “Yeah — maybe I could give him that dinosaur drink we have at the store.”
(The store he has to use his CTR bucks to buy from.)
So we went home, and after I gave him a discount, he bought his good bud a dinosaur sippy cup. We took it over the next morning, and they were tight as thieves within seconds.
And it is a good things — because these two were made for each other!
Because pear smiles –
…aren’t quite as cute solo.
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