….Bella walk by Scout in the bath and say, “I’m the smartest girl in the whole world.” (Obviously trying to taunt.) To which Scout replied, “No you’re not…I am!” And almost before he could get his words out, she said, “You’re a GIRL!”
Don’t worry Scout.
Bella isn’t known for her maturity.
Scout is awesome. He is a nice big brother, and is a really good son. I’ll admit that every now and again, we run into some snags, but the vast majority of the time, he is my little dreamboat. It seems like I always put a bazillion Icka stories up, but Scout isn’t shy of stories himself, so I thought I would write a few down.
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Scout has an amazing bladder. He can go all day without using the facilities, and has no problem throughout the night. He also has a huge habit of waking up in the night and guzzling water. So when he woke up the other morning, he was dancing around like he was trying out for RiverDance. We urged him along to the bathroom before he ate his cereal, and after about 10 seconds we heard…”Aaaaahhhhhh, finally.” My mom and I were rolling.
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Yesterday was “clean up” day. Scout was assigned to help me with the toy room, where I was not only cleaning up, but I was going through everything, throwing out faulty toys and giving away ones we never use. When he heard the “give away” concept, he immediately went over to the bag. Inside he found a stuffed bear on a keychain and another stuffed bear that was a little bigger — about four inches. When he grabbed them, he gasped and said, “MOM…you can’t give these away. What if we want to play ‘bear family’?” I knew it was going to be a long day after that comment. So I told him that some kids don’t have any toys, and they have to find sticks to play with as guns. I went on a little bit about how lucky he and Icka were, and it would be so nice to be able to make other kids happy. So all of a sudden, Mother Theresa entered his body. My boy was giving away the farm. No matter what, he said, “But mom, another kid would be so happy to get something as special as this.” At one point, he grabbed a flower headband that was in the dress-ups. I told him to put it back in the dress-ups. But he replied, “But mom…..don’t you think a little baby would look at this and think she was so pretty. It would make her SO happy if we could just give it to her.” I agreed, and then snuck it out when he wasn’t looking. Thanks to him, we have an entire black garbage bag filled with stuff to give away!
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Scout is a fruit fanatic. We all know he is a self-appointed vegetarian (minus bacon), so he fills his stomach with raw veggies, and mostly fruit. When my mom took him to the store last week, he finagled her into buying him cantaloupe, kiwi, pears, grapes, clementines, mangoes and nectarines. I asked my mom if she was crazy to get so much fruit, but she said she would get him anything he wanted, and then told me, “those are the things he wanted.” I guess it could be worse. So I guess, the fact that my three year old is choosing mass amounts of fruit is good. However, there is one side effect that isn’t favorable. My boy might be the gassiest boy I have ever met. (Apparently there is a LOT of fiber in fruit.) Well, I was next to him a few days back, and he did a “gas ball” (he is responsible for the name). I immediately asked him what he says after such a mishap. He just gave me a hot-shot look and started to walk away. I got him and within seconds put him in time out. I wanted to make sure he knew there isn’t leniency on being rude. So he got a little lecture on why saying “excuse me” is important and necessary. After time out, he was in my same room, and all of a sudden I hear, “Excuse me”…three second later…”excuse me”…five seconds later…”excuse me”…another ten seconds…”excuse me”. I just looked at him and laughed. Then he said to me, “Mom, I’ve got a LOT of gas balls.”
Maybe I should retract.
Because ignorance is bliss.
Put a huge enough bow in her hair to take away from the devil ears.
It was a good thing we weren’t going anywhere that day.
Seth and all of his rascals came into town for the week. It was literally the funnest week for my kids and I, but I am still recovering three days later. Brett, the saint always had my kids with hers if my pregnancy sickness was too much — or if they went to the dreaded beach. Here are a few highlights from the week:
Navy started taking a “ba ba” again. Every time she saw Rosie with one, she insisted on her own!
When Micah got home from a Vegas work trip, the kids unloaded on him for over two hours. (Notice him inside the ball!)
About five minutes in, the entire room smelled like sweaty little boys.
Navy got in on the action with Gabe.
Spencer took charge of Scout.
But then they all disappeared and came out in these get ups. It gave Micah a few minutes to recover, and had us dying over how silly they all were.
Navy ran in and got her own outfit, but was having a little trouble with her mask.
Then Brett led seminary every morning. I always do scriptures with my kids, but hers are elaborate. It was very impressive and gave me some great ideas.
Navy started playing with her doll, stroller and playhouse she got for Christmas. Only because Rosie showed an interest, and then Navy had to be possessive!
But the good (and frankly amazing) news is that Navy plays well with Rosie. They played dolls every day, and you can even see here that they loved puzzles together too.
One day the Brockbanks came up and we headed to the park for the whole afternoon….followed by Savannah Chop House for dinner. I seriously don’t know how it is possible, but the Brockbanks made an already really fun week even better. They are the BEST!
Jake was playing ball with Scout. And I think through Megan’s picture, we now know why he sometimes misses. I keep telling him to keep his eyes on the ball. Apparently, I need to work with him a bit more.
This was towards the end of the park day, and just a simply snapped picture caught Icka in the act of picking.
Typical.
Then we had everyone competing in contests. This one entailed climbing a pole, getting to the other side of the swing set along the top bar, and jumping down. Bella was having difficulties with step one, so she rallied the troops. But unfortunately — even they couldn’t help.
All I have to say is that cousins are the best. I am so glad that my kids have so many buddies, play partners and good examples in all of their cousins.
It was a really fun week, and Scout has already asked when they are coming back.
Hopefully soon.
About two times a week, I can’t find either Scout or both of them around the house. But now, I have caught on to them and their ways. They usually have gone into the front yard on the driveway with a blanket, and are just lounging. I’m not sure why they do it, but they always find it particularly funny when I finally do track them down.
(Practicing his talk.)
Scout was assigned his first talk in primary. I was the original writer, but Nonnie came in and fine tuned it. We worked with Scout for about two weeks on it, and by the end, he had the whole thing memorized and said it with pizazz. When he gave it, he had some visitors — Broccoli, Haven and B. Tack. But the real treat was when he finished, B was all choked up watching her little boy grow up. Micah had been away all week while we practiced, so we saved the whole poem as a surprise for him. He is such a good boy, and we were all so proud of him.
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I have a surprise to show you
It’s my very favorite book
It has the coolest stories
Come on, let’s take a look.
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Nephi is my first hero
He is righteous, good and strong.
He’s a really good example
Of never choosing wrong.
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Abinadi told wicked King Noah
“Repent and Choose the Right”
Abinadi was brave while burned at the stake
But Noah was wicked the rest of his days.
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Alma listened to Abinidi
And believed in the words he said.
He became a great prophet
And changed others by the truth he spread.
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There are lots of stories in this book
That always teach me to Choose The Right.
I want to be a great missionary,
By helping others follow Jesus’ light.
My little twirp got into a place where she wasn’t supposed to — Bella’s chapstick drawer. There are usually minimal consequences…Bella gets mad when all of her chapstick is eaten. This time, things went a little differently. Bella, a teeth grinder while she sleeps, was having a rough night. She got out an Ambien and bit off about 1/4 of it. So the next day, as Sushi was being naughty in Bella’s drawers, she got a hold of the rest of that Ambien. Well, before we knew what happened, she was in Nonnie’s room with her mouth opened saying, “yucky”. I guess it is mother’s intuition, because I immediately knew she had eaten a pill. I called Tristen to ask her what loose pill she had out, and she told me about 8 mg of an Ambien. I immediately called Poison control. They urged me to go straight to the hospital. In the meantime, Navy was walking around like a drunken sailor. She was hitting things left and right, and couldn’t even stand still without falling down. I then called Carruthy, the best doctor on the planet. He told me that it would take a few hours to run its course, but that she would be fine….and there was no hospital necessary. So after we knew all was well, we got the show of our lives. This girl was hilarious. But during her bath, she said, “Mama, I tired. I want to go night night.” I kind of thought it was going to be a night off, and because the doctor said it was fine for her to sleep, I was looking forward to a little one on one time with Scout. But if there is one thing I have learned over the past two years with Icka, it is that nothing usually goes as planned with her. So instead of the Ambien putting her out like a light, it wired her so unbelievably much, I could have died. From 5:30 until 11:00, I was at every whim of a bossy little two year old. She wanted her DayDay, she wanted snacks, she wanted to go into Nonnie’s room, she wanted to go downstairs, she wanted to read a book, she wanted to watch Namo, she wanted to eat some gum, etc.etc.etc. And that was all within a one minute span. My mom was rolling at the little terror go. I kept telling Tristen she was in charge because she caused this mess, but she informed me that the little girl who had not followed the rules had been the real cause. It wasn’t until 11:15, and after multiple attempts to get her in one of many beds, that I finally took her by the hand to my bed. There was no moon out and it was pitch black. I laid her next to me, and didn’t say a word. On the flip side, she was saying plenty…..”Mom…it’s late”, “it’s dark”, “I can’t see anything”, “Mama…say what”, “Mama, mama, mama”. After about twenty minutes of trying to get my attention without response, I heard little snores. Apparently, the Ambien had finally kicked in.
All I have to say is that pregnancy sickness is the pits. The part about not feeling great is yucky, but the part about leaving your two kids high and dry at times is the part that really kills me. Luckily we live in a house where there are so many people coming and going, it usually makes up a lot of ground for me. Especially when Micah is on a week long Vegas work trip. So lately, here are a couple of things that have filled my kid’s life….
My friend Erika invited us to Sky High. It was full of trampolines, and my kids both loved it. Scout for all two hours, and Icka for about one.
Nonnie gets a LOT of visits every day. Especially for snacks late at night. (Now you might think this is first thing in the morning as Nonnie is in a robe and all — but this is about 7:30 pm. Sorry Nonnie — did I just “out” you?)
We like to spend as much time as we can with the Brockbanks. I love being with them because Megan has done quite a good job of teaching her kids to do the heavy lifting around adults. I also love the cousin love they all share.
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We also hit up Partyopolis a few days ago, we love hanging with Bella when she isn’t in a dieting bad mood, unfortunately movies are a bit more popular around here, and there isn’t a better time in the day than around 5:00 when I listen for the front door to open with B’s keys hitting the front table. My kids are glued to her for a while, and amazingly enough, she is glued to them most days.
And then there is one friend who calls me to see if I can watch her kid while I am in a bad way. Scummy likes to drop her kids off so I can watch them and let “Scout have a buddy to play with”.
YEAH RIGHT.
Looks like someone wanted a little peace and quiet at her own home.
Scout orchestrated this little carpet picnic of nuts.
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And to top it all off, I had my third doctor’s appointment today. I was eager to get off my progesterone (what I am convinced is making me sick). But unfortunately, besides my anemia and bladder infection I had no clue of, he told me that I have bleeding behind my uterus, and that I need to stay on my pills to hopefully help. He also said that I am “doing to much” and that I need to cool it. My mom almost passed out from laughter about me doing too much. (And I will admit, I have put the brakes on a bit lately.) He told me that he wants me to be on bed rest most of the time, and to not do any lifting. The consequence could be another M if I am not careful. So I immediately called the Shmickity Dickity and told him that he is THE MAN now days. THE MAN who gets to do everything! He was sympathetic (which isn’t synonymous with enthusiastic), but I am just waiting for him to come home and start telling about an ailment of his own.
My girl is A MESS! This picture is after I gave her ONE orange M&M. I can’t even fathom how someone could get so filthy from so little. My mom and I have given up on trying to keep her clean. I literally get her dressed to the nines every single morning, and within minutes (not hours) she has something on her. She’s just my little piggie.
My kids are pretty good at getting along. Although I will say that some days are definitely better than others. But there is one exception on every day, and that is when they first wake up. No matter what, the one who gets up first wants to go and get the other out of bed. Even though I have expressed my disapproval of this several times, it still transacts. And then when they come and crawl into bed with me, it is just a showering of, “I love you” “Good Morning ______” “Did you have good dreams?” etc. And they hug and cuddle for a few minutes. It is really cute, and makes my mornings.
Icka isn’t understanding why I am photographing the episode.
Sissy giving back.
And my very favorite — the hand on the cheek. Since my kids were born, I have put my hand on their cheek to calm and cuddle them. They, in turn, have started doing this back to me and also each other.
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