Icka is on a roll lately with priceless comments.
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Every time Scout mentions anything he wants, Icka immediately says that she needs the same thing in “pink”. For example, Scout was asking if he could have a movie on yesterday, and Icka immediately said, “I want a ‘pink’ movie”. And even cuter is that when I clarify that she wants hers in “pink”, she explains to me that Scout actually wants his in “yellow”.
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When she first comes in and cuddles in the morning, the first thing she says to me is “Mom, I lub you.” And anytime throughout the day, when I tell her that I love her, she says, “I lub you too.” She spreads her love freely which seems so contradictory to the way she acts a lot of the time. But her words resonate — even during her stinky times.
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When I was little, if any of us pouted, my mom would tell us that a bird was going to come and poop on our lip. (The bottom one that was sticking out.) It usually made us laugh, and got us out of our foul mood. Scout never pouted, so I never used the same tactic. But Icka started up the “bird” in our house. And she has gotten pretty good at immediately smiling her huge cheesy grin as soon as I start saying it. Because if she doesn’t, I take my pointer finger pull her bottom lip down while I call out “poop”. But she has turned the tables on us. Now she comes up to me all of the time and gets my lip with her bird.
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“Pee Pee” is a bad word in our family, and I have heard her sit in her car seat and chant, “Pee pee pee pee pee pee pee pee…Mom, I’m saying Pee pee.” I used to get her in trouble for doing something naughty intentionally, but now I have learned to act like I can’t hear her, and it seems to go away pretty quickly.
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“I do it” is as common as air around here.
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every once in a while I know something I have tried to teach her shines through. Especially when I ask her to do something, and she immediately responds with, “Sure.”
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And the best for last –
Lately, when Icka is around me while I am getting ready, she showers me with, “Mama, you are so pretty.” Or, “Mama, you have pretty hair.” Or, “Mama, you look so cute.” I don’t know how it is possibly that she makes me feel like a million, but when my little pesky two year old starts complimenting me, I usually grab her and kiss her all over her face a million times. Life can’t get much better than those moments.
We were all in the Family Night Room when a very serious storm brewed, and started dumping. Micah went down to pull anything inside that needed to be, and you could hear him hooting and hollering all the way upstairs. I went down to see what the excitement was all about, and about a minute later, the Tweedles came down with their gear on. I helped them both with umbrellas, and out they went. (But by this time, the rain had lightened quite a bit.)
I love a good storm — but not as much as my kids do!
Scout loves TBall.
Maybe it is the ridiculously large cheering section he has.
Here is the team — Scout is in the front….apparently stretching.
This is what Icka does during the game. Eats and hangs with the girls.
And of course gets injured. But don’t be too concerned — within 20 seconds of being hurt, she shouted “Now I can play” and returned to the festivities.
(Probably the most heinous self portrait ever taken.)
Scout came into my bed this morning to cuddle. After telling me he loved me and kissing the baby a few times, we started up “would you rather….” It went a little like this:
M: Would you rather be a crocodile or a big huge whale?
S: A Crocodile so I could swim in the ucky water.
M: Would you rather be an elephant or a monkey?
S: A Monkey so I could swing from the trees.
M: Would you rather be a bumble bee or a butterfly?
S: A Butterfly because they have beautiful colors.
M: Would you rather live in the freezing cold or the boiling hot?
S: I would want to live in the snow and have the sunshine make us warm.
Then he gave me a clue as to what to ask next –
S: Ask me if I would rather be an elephant or a kid.
M: Would you rather be an elephant or a kid?
S: I would only rather be YOUR kid.
And then he smooched me all over my face.
I’ll take that game any morning of the week.
Scout, Navy and I headed to the dollar store to pick up things to catch the leprechauns this year. We found some gold gift boxes and a green basket that we were sure would do the trick!
Scout told Daddy exactly what to write to entice the weasels. (”We dare you to come inside our house and try to steal our gold”, “This is not a trap”, etc.) After writing the messages, we all chomped on some bubblegum and then put the sticky wads inside the boxes. We were sure that the leprechauns would stick their hands in and get stuck while the basket dropped on top of them.
Here is the finished product.
But wait — we got sabotaged by Sissy who went into the packages herself to get the ABC gum all to herself. Talk about the real weasel.
The next morning, the kids were freaking out. There was a HUGE mess everywhere, the toilet water was green, the milk was green. We knew they had come, and even had dropped some of their loot, but did we catch one???
NO!!!!
But we got SO close this year. We could tell the leprechaun got stuck on the gum, but was tricky enough to take his belt off to get free. We even caught some leprechaun hair in another. We can’t believe how fast these little guys are, but we are plotting our trap for next year!
Well, not this girl. She just spent days plotting on how to get up high to the chocolate coins Mommy hid.
Is it trendy for youngsters to poop everywhere and anywhere lately? If so, I didn’t get the memo. But my nasty and naughty little girl did. This time, she was responsible, and did her business in her diaper. But thought she would be “trendy” and take her diaper off and spread the wealth into the carpet. Mama loved that one!
Talk about nasty.
Her favorite part — her hour-long bath.
Scout asked me to put Icka in the swing. So I did. The next thing I know, he was pumping her up, and they are both chanting “Underdogs”!
Here is the planning session.
And here is the “underdog”.
lately, every time we go to the park, both kids want to be in the swings while I underdog them both a thousand times. I’ll admit that I like it a whole lot better when Scout is the task master.
It’s Good News!
The second I found out (with great intentions of waiting to spill the beans), I grabbed Scout and Navy, and wrote a special message on their tummies. Scout went down
to show Micah. He was really excited — and even gave me a thumbs up!
We then headed up to show Nonnie. My mom had a good point in saying, “you should keep it hush hush for a while because of last time.” (You remember — the big M.) So I said, “yeah, maybe I will keep it on the down low for a while.”
So the next day at church, before I even knew what was happening, my Mom had my kids going around and lifting their shirts for everyone to see. (Permanent marker doesn’t just go away in the bath.) When I reminded her about keeping it “hush hush”, she said, “Oh yeah…..I was just too excited!”
Whatever.
Hopefully I get another weasel just like the two above!
I can’t believe we have officially entered the world of sports. Scout started us off nicely with a great game of TBall.
He is #2, and really likes the outfield the best. It was so cute that every time a ball came in his direction, he would run and try to get it.
But most times, he would back off a little to let someone else actually handle the ball. But he was trying to “hustle” … just like his mom was screaming for him to do.
Batting went better today. Probably because the T was at his level rather than half a foot too tall. Look at that swing!
I love this picture, because it shows that there were a few times when he was a little confused by everything that was happening.
Like the time he was running from first base into the outfield. But you can see his dad’s finger in the top of the shot telling him the correct direction.
The best picture of all came from #4’s Mom. Here are the dudes, just waiting for a good game to start.
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One down, many, many to go!
On our way home from Vegas, I got sicker and sicker as I drove. And by the time I got home, I was ready to hit my “sick bed” for the next few days. Thank goodness Bella was home from NYC for a while to save my days. The day I drove (which is the reason I drove), Scout had TBall practice. I was way too sick to take him, and Bella offered. And then the topper — she offered to take Icka too. Sounded DIVINE to me! A few hours of peace and quiet while I suffered.
But I guess I wasn’t the only one suffering. Look at how she got Icka “ready”. Nice bow — especially to show off the huge bruise on her forehead. And she sat in something, so her rear end was bright orange. She looked horrible!
And then, Bella just let her off. Apparently, running around with Scout’s helmet on was her choice. Yeah — I think not! But it makes for a cute picture. And Skilly and Scout are in the background.
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It might seem like I am complaining. I’m not. That sleep was imperative at the time. But I am questioning Bella’s style choices, and crossing my fingers that the only times her kids look like this are when I have them. (Not on a regular day to day basis.)
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