Don’t know who won, and don’t really care.
All I know is that Superbowl parties at Megan’s house are the best. Just ask my kids who I don’t see all day while we’re there.
Because a lot of the time, they are with multiple cousins on the tramp, or in their insane tree house.
Even while they are in their Sunday best.
When they are starving — they just bring the food along with them.
Or the weasels decide to hang out on their hill that has a bazillion fruit trees and other goodies.
In the meantime, I hang out with these two hostesses with the mostess.
The hot one who can grill up a mean meal.
And the party animal who always gets the action going!
If not outside, my kids can be found in a few other places.
At the table with bags of chips. (They think it is the biggest treat of all time!)
Or on a really special occasion — planted at the chocolate fountain.
Scout didn’t move for an hour.
It was a real-deal love affair.
Please expect a little treat in the mail, courtesy of Scout and Navy.
(I had Scout write out his name on each card, and some are much better than others, but on a few…he did a really good job!)
Every time Scout grumbles about doing the silverware, I tell him that one day when Sissy is big enough, she will take over that job and he will get another. The day finally came, and I am thrilled with the outcome.
Sissy is really good at putting the silverware away, and does a perfect job.
And Scout has been upgraded to taking the full trash bags out of the trash can, and then putting new bags in. He thinks this new job makes him “big” - and I agree!
(L for Love!)
Lately, Scout has been obsessed with asking me if I know who his girlfriend is. (At first I almost had a heart attack because I want my boys to be 18 before they look at girls that way.) But I play along and say, “No handsome.. who is your girlfriend?” The conversation goes as follows:
S: “I’m not gonna tell you, you have to guess.”
M: “Is it Icka?”
S: “Well, she is my second girlfriend. Guess again.”
M: “Is it Nonnie?”
S: “No, but she is my second one too.”
M: “Is it BKaNayNay?”
S: “Nope. Keep guessing.”
M: “Is it Bella?”
S: “NOPE!” (giggling)
M: “I don’t know…tell me.”
S: “No, you have to guess it.”
(There have been times where this game has lasted through 20 people.)
M: “I just can’t guess who it is.”
S: “Well, I’m going to marry this person.”
M: “Who is it!”
S: “I’m going to marry YOU!”
Handsome — I would marry you in a second if there wasn’t any weirdness involved.
XOXO
These two are the joys of my life.
Lately……..
*Icka thinks she is big and can get out of her bed when she wakes up in the morning. And as soon as she does, and I hear her little feet running my way, I get greeted by “SURPRISE”. Every morning she “surprises” me, and I look forward to it each time.
*Scout is trying to teach Icka the rest of her letters, and works with her in the bath. So far, she has Y,O,W,Q,S,A,J,H,T,U,Z and a few others under her belt.
*Scout has thought he is the comedian of the century. I’ll admit that he is pretty funny, but I am trying to help him understand that there are places and times to be funny. For example, “I need some milk, woman!” is funny if he is showing off for his dad and grandpa, but not so funny when we are in a restaurant. You get the picture.
*Navy copies EVERYTHING Scout does. If he laughs, she laughs. If he sneezes, she musters one up herself. If he dances, cries, sings, plays a practical joke, blows bubbles in his cereal bowl, chants “Pooty”, or anything else…she is soon to follow. I love it. Lately, I have been calling them the “Tweedles” for Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum. They think it’s a funny name — and is a good replacement for “weasels”. But unfortunately, “weasels” comes out way more naturally!
*Scout is in primary, and loves it. He tries to sing his little heart out, and we always listen to the CD in the car so he will be prepared for Sunday. He is even practicing one song in particular to maybe sing at an upcoming program.
*Navy had another poop scenario at church. What’s her deal? Let’s just say that a LOT of wipes is tougher than a bath.
*Scout is signed up for T Ball, and can hardly wait. He has been practicing, and is so excited.
*Navy’s vocabulary is equal to Scouts. My mom keeps saying that she can’t believe that she knows every word she ever wants to say. Apparently — she is brilliant like me!
*They both wrestle every night, and have become quite the tag team against their dad. They can certainly hold their own, and Navy is even going off the “top ropes” AKA jumping off the high part of the couch.
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I love that these two are best of friends. Can’t wait to add more to the bunch!
I couldn’t find the little twirps for about five minutes — so I finally opened the window to listen outside. I heard their little giggles, so headed out myself to scold them for leaving the house without permission. When I went outside, I found a diaper — messy diaper — laying on the sidewalk. Then I saw this little thing running all over the place in celebration of her new found freedom, giggling, playing a game with Scout….and finger-painted with her nastiness all over.
And on top of it all — she had a snot nose.
NASTY!
The gardeners laughed when I called out, “Lo Siento!”
Back to the bath for the second time in an hour.
On our way in, I stopped off to show Mama Mia the damage, and she said, “Well, at least nobody would want to take her.”
True — and very positive Mom.
I have figured something out after being married for over five years. Don’t ask me why it has taken me so long to catch on, but for all of you one through four yearers - listen up! Instead of waiting around for your husband to do something special for you, or to say something nice…..just tell him exactly what you want, and they usually just rise to the occasion. Like a few days ago, I told Micah I wanted him to surprise me with a date this week. And look — we are set to go out tonight. And then yesterday, I told him that since we had entered the “lover’s month”, I would like a heart felt compliment each day. Yesterday’s compliment was a doozy! My man thought up, “Have you been doing something different lately, because you have been looking more beautiful than usual.” I laughed and laughed (because I haven’t been doing anything differently). Can’t wait to see what today holds!!!
Good advice, eh?
I was surprised when Micah set up a few hours to color this past Sunday. He set up the activity table with paper covering the top, and got out everything we own to color away. The kids were in heaven — especially with their legal pass to use markers!
These are the Mr. Sketch markers, and Sissy kept smelling them — hence, the polka dot nose.
Scout and I completed this mask, that he thought was so “cute”.
And Micah was in his own world. He literally didn’t move for hours as he colored about four of these girls. I’ll admit that he has a mean color in him, but no wonder he set up coloring time. He just wanted to brag!
When Tristen was home over Christmas, I lived it up by handing my kids off to her almost daily. This day, I had some stuff to do downstairs and let her get them ready for the day. It was a perfect set up….Tristen was dying over seeing the kids again, and I had a bazillion things to do because it was December.
Well, about thirty minutes in, I heard Tristen yelling, “I’m Done babysitting!” I wondered why the abrupt stop, and she showed me the reason on her I-Phone.
Oh — big whoop! It happens. I don’t like when it happens, but it does! (Even yesterday in fact!) I will admit that it is a little more annoying when the girl is only days away from being potty trained. So the saddest part was when Tristen was hooting and hollering, Navy decided to do the clean up herself.
Tristen was dying. I thought it was very independent and sweet.
Props to you, Icka.
Bigger props to you when you would hold it out to hand it off to Tristen, and as soon as she went to get it with a massive wad of toilet paper, you pulled it back fast!
That was a really funny game!
I got up early with a grand idea. I had seen a cake that I wanted to copy, so I gathered my helpers and started baking.
They got the best part!
Then I sent the kids off to do their Saturday Morning Chores. Instead, they came back with their birthday hats…belting HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO US!
After sending them back out to clean the backyard, I caught them playing on their boat as they kept away from sharks.
So the backyard finally got cleaned — and off we went to Grandma’s and Grandpa’s house for breakfast.
Then we headed home for naps, and a little more baking from yours truly.
Look at this beauty! Don’t mind the Christmas platter — the others are at the barn. (Wink Wink Jim Zimm!)
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In the late afternoon, we headed south to Chuck E. Cheeses to meet up with the Brockbanks.
The pizza is surprisingly good.
Especially to this little porker.
Off to the games where these cool dudes hit the hoops.
These two hit the photo booth.
Here are Doey and Icka on Safari. Icka wasn’t too sure about the entire car tipping.
Chloe “the saint” took little Icka wherever she wanted to go. Trey “the other saint” took Scout all night long, to the point that I went to find them a few times, and never tracked them down — hence, no picture.
While on one of my hunts for Scout, I ran into this bombshell. Mama Mia snatched a cup full of tokens and hit the skeeball. I literally took 20 photos of her within two feet, and she was oblivious! Classic Patty Poo.
Back to the cake.
Everyone was asking to cut it, but I just liked everyone to sit and think about how pretty it was instead.
I finally gave in and we sang to Icka.
Now remember that I had seen a cake that I loved?
Well this is the picture I saw….
How freaking cute!!!
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Can you see the resemblance?
Micah pointed out where I should have done things differently.
NO DUH!
This just completely reiterates the fact that I HATE TO BAKE!!!!
I’d rather buy.
But don’t you worry — it still tasted great!
Especially right off the platter. I figured that white trash girl goes with white trash cake.
Oh well - you can’t say I didn’t try!
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Happy Birthday Sissy! Your personality is in full force now, and between all of us we say “She is so stinking cute” about 20 times a day. You are still naughty, but you are the absolute joy of my life.
XOXO
Love, Mom
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