No words can describe how much I love these 2 little guys.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
First Day in the Snow!
I was so happy to be able to play in the snow with Jackson for the first time this year. He woke up last Monday and saw the snow covering the ground, and could hardly contain himself, he was so excited. As soon as we got Cole laid down for his morning nap, I bundled Jack all up and we headed out. He was most fascinated with walking around the yard watching his footprints. Then he would turn around and walk backwards so he could see his footprints better. Loved it! Then just as we did all summer with he dirt, Jack found his digger and starting digging snow! Every day since then, Jack has been asking to go play in the snow, but it's been too cold. Can't wait for another good snowfall to go play outside.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Little Boys and Underpants
I woke up energetic this morning, with a list of to do's a mile long. Really my goal, get pj's washed for the boys and get dishes done. Anything else would be a bonus. Cole was sleeping in late and I thought I would have a few minutes to myself to get a shower. Not a nice long relaxing shower, a 2-3 min tops, quick wash my body and not worry about my hair kind of shower. So 3 minutes later, I go down to see what Jack is up to, and I come into the downstairs bathroom to find him standing at the sink, plug down, water running over the sink and flooding the floor. Seriously...in 3 minutes all that! Well, as I continued with laundry, Jack walks into the BR with his snow boots on that he played in yesterday, then heads upstairs, in that 2 minute span before I follow him, he has stripped all clothes off including his diaper and is standing in the stairs with only his boots on asking for underpants! Gotta love that boy.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
It is no secret that I love food. My kids know this, my wife, family, friends, 2nd and 3rd tier acquaintances and anyone that can see my facebook posts understand that food is a passion. There are behaviors that kids become and are not taught. Last night we visited one of our favorite food establishments and I remembered that I love getting a side of cheese to dip my fries in. I have forgotten to order this the last couple of times and end up mooching off of my Father-In-Law.
Oh my how good the cheese is. The process for dipping is to dip the fry in the cheese first (very liberally) and then move to the ketchup...which by the way is not found in the "way too small, used to get mouth wash served in the 3rd grade" paper cups. The ketchup, Heinz, is poured on to a very open area so as not to get it on my fingers.
Anyway, I get up from my chair to go get something and find my Son has taken over my real estate. He is dipping my fries into the cheese, and not ashamed of it. He must have felt so at home. I move him over to his chair only after moving the cheese there first. Where the cheese is...Jack is. Let's fast foward to the end of dinner. We are cleaning up the table and throwing things in the garbage. We naturally picked up the cheese and put it in the bag to throw away.
Jack began to cry as though he saw his dog shot in front of him. We couldn't quite make out what was wrong until we heard the word "Cheeeeeeese!" He obviously was not done and Grandma pulled the cheese back out and gave it to him. We are in a hurry at this point. Cole is crying, Tessa is crying, the parnets are very anxious because the kids are crying in a very busy restaurant. So Jack is reunited with his cheese only to find out that we will be throwing it away before we leave. That did not go over too well. I am standing at the trash can dumping our garbage into it and I scan the table to make sure we have everything. I see Jack, with his right index finger, taking swipes at the cheese. No fries or ketchup, just fingers. He is maximizing his efforts in a last chance to get cheese before it goes into the trash can.
I think to myself, 'This is my kid.'
Oh my how good the cheese is. The process for dipping is to dip the fry in the cheese first (very liberally) and then move to the ketchup...which by the way is not found in the "way too small, used to get mouth wash served in the 3rd grade" paper cups. The ketchup, Heinz, is poured on to a very open area so as not to get it on my fingers.
Anyway, I get up from my chair to go get something and find my Son has taken over my real estate. He is dipping my fries into the cheese, and not ashamed of it. He must have felt so at home. I move him over to his chair only after moving the cheese there first. Where the cheese is...Jack is. Let's fast foward to the end of dinner. We are cleaning up the table and throwing things in the garbage. We naturally picked up the cheese and put it in the bag to throw away.
Jack began to cry as though he saw his dog shot in front of him. We couldn't quite make out what was wrong until we heard the word "Cheeeeeeese!" He obviously was not done and Grandma pulled the cheese back out and gave it to him. We are in a hurry at this point. Cole is crying, Tessa is crying, the parnets are very anxious because the kids are crying in a very busy restaurant. So Jack is reunited with his cheese only to find out that we will be throwing it away before we leave. That did not go over too well. I am standing at the trash can dumping our garbage into it and I scan the table to make sure we have everything. I see Jack, with his right index finger, taking swipes at the cheese. No fries or ketchup, just fingers. He is maximizing his efforts in a last chance to get cheese before it goes into the trash can.
I think to myself, 'This is my kid.'
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Happy Birthday Kyleigh!
After a quick decision yesterday, Jack, Cole and I were off with my parents to come down to Rolla, MO. My oldest niece Kyleigh is turning 8 today!!! I can't believe it. Probably neither can her parents. I remember the day Kyleigh was born. Lisa and I had spent the night at the Schoolfield's cause her parents were in town visiting (this was when we were in college). Her dad came and woke us up and said baby was on its way. Not really sure how he got the call. Maybe my dad called him or had called the Schoolfields house. So I got ready and headed to Rolla to meet them at the hospital. She was a beautiful baby. Today we are having a Fancy Nancy birthday party. I decorated the dining room with hot pink streamers, and she had pink and purple boas to put all around. In the words of my 2 year old "It's gonna be fun!"
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