Perhaps we should try something more age appropriate

Stephen received a Batman computer for Christmas. It's a hit. The boys fight over it....alot. Anyway, when you open it up it says, "Batman, online." or something like that. And then it tells you to enter a mission code which is the word BAT and a number for a game you want to play. If you don't enter the right code it says, "Access denied."

This morning, Zachary was playing with it and obviously could not get the right mission code. After several minutes of hearing "Access denied" over and over, I heard Z yell, "NO, YOU DENIED!"

Two months old...

Ok, so Marc-Adam's a few days over 2 months now, but close enough...isn't he cute?? Always free with a smile. And he just seems so wise. He seems to "get" it, know what I mean? Like he knows all about what this world's about. Maybe it's just in my mind...but it just seems like he's so wise and smart that it surprises me when he does things that babies do, like rooting around on something that is NOT going to give him what wants.

Wordless Wednesday

Christmas 2006

Does this make me look fat?

What do you think of my new look? Is it me??

Somebody slap me...

...next time I decide to take all 3 children to the mall (45 minutes away) SEVEN days before Christmas. Seriously.

I'm not the brightest bulb on the tree this Christmas.

I decided that it would be a bright idea to pack up all 3 stooges, I mean, Sweet Boys and haul them (in the rain, I might add) to the mall this past Monday.

The really dumb thing? I wasn't even there to shop.

*sigh* I haven't left the house by myself with the 3 kids since M-A was born. Note to self: things like this should happen in baby steps. Not in big ambitious trips.

My dearest friend, Alison (HI ALISON!!), is in town from Dallas this week to visit her family. We decided to try to meet and I thought the mall with a play area would be a good meeting point. And it would have been, had I not brought all three kids, or had it not been the week before Christmas, or had I been smart enough to know that Zachary would want M&Ms in his ice cream, too.

The whole day was a comedy (I can call it that now) of errors. Starting with the rain and having to park nearly at home and ending with *almost* (and thank God it was *almost*) getting pulled over. And lots and lots of screaming, crying and cleaning up ice cream off the floor in between.

Any ideas as to when this gets better? I thought getting out of the house would solve our "cooped up in the house" issues. But it was much, much worse. Turns out, I had every reason to be very afraid of leaving the house by myself.

It's true

You really can find anything on eBay. I mean, anything.

I was browsing around on eBay, looking for some good deals (did you know you can buy COUPONS on eBay?? why has no one ever told me this?) and I ran across some auctions that made me start looking for weird stuff. Need a 30 lb bag of gummi bears?? No problem. How about 6 lbs of cheese? And this is just weird. And what if you can't get enough Hilary Duff? Now you can have her in your head.

Now I won't feel so weird about selling some of my stuff that I think no one wants. I suppose it's just like a garage sale....someone somewhere will want it.

Help!

I need help.

I've committed to being better about posting on my blog, but I'm afraid that my life is of no interest to anyone but me. So I want to enlist your help.

Tell me what to post about. Give me topics to to think about and post about. Tell me what you want to hear about my life and/or my kids.

I just don't have many thoughts in my head right now beyond who needs to eat or be changed next.

Please help escape from my mommy brain once in a while!

Here's a cute story from lunch this afternoon, though:

Stephen told me he needed to eat all his yogurt and it would go down, down, down to feed Jesus because Jesus was hungry.

I asked him where Jesus was and he told me "In my heart."

That's sweet, honey, but.....

Aw, nevermind.

What child is this?

My sweet Zachary. He doesn't eat any fruit and won't eat most vegetables. It started when he was about a year old....it was a sensory issue. He didn't like the cold wet of the fruit or the mushy of the vegetables. So, I've just kept offering the same things. He doesn't have to eat it, but it's always on his plate. My mantra is that he won't eat it if he never sees it.

A few times over the last few months, he's been getting better. Grudgingly tasting a few bites of various fruits because he saw big brother eating it(Stephen will eat any fruit). He's even eaten a few apple and pear slices. There was dancing the day that happened.

So, the other night, we were having left over chicken and dumplings for dinner. I cooked up some green beans and that was our meal. Zachary doesn't eat chicken and dumplings OR green beans, but that's what was on that night's menu. I plated his dinner and set it down in front of him. He takes one look at and starts whining. That's a common annoyance, I mean, occurence, so I just walked away telling him that this was our dinner. He then pointed to an empty spot on his plate and said, "Salad. SALAD! I NEED SALAD!! NEED SALAD!! SALAD SALAD SALAD!!!!" Dh and I looked at each other and started laughing. WHO was this child? Get the child some lettuce!!

Unfortunately, the only salad we had was more liquid than solid (gross, I know). I hated hearing the words, "I'm sorry, but you can't have salad tonight" come out of my mouth. I won't let that happen again.

Lil' stinker...

Boys....all kinds of...um...weird things fascinate them.

Yesterday, I woke up to a foul smell. Dh had gone to work and everyone in the house was still sleeping. That smell can't be me, I thought. Then I wondered if the dog, who sleeps in a kennel in our room, had a problem some time in the night. I got up and looked and sniffed and didn't notice anything in her kennel.

I left the room to get Marc-Adam and when I came back, I realized how much it stunk. But I still couldn't figure out why...it had to be the dog, but she didn't look all that guilty. I laid down to feed the baby and a few minutes later, Stephen walked in. I asked him if he thought it stunk (wondering if this was all in my head) and he said no. Then he left to get a book and when he walked back in he scrunched up his face and said, "Ewww, it doos (his word for 'does')!" I told him I thought so. He asked why and I told him I thought Jubilee (our dog) had pooped in her cage. I was thoroughly grossed out at the thought....I thought he might be, too. Instead, his eyes lit up and he said, "Can I see??"

Yuck.

Then as I cleaned it all out (it was the dog, she had hidden it in her towels), he proceeded to tell me that Larryboy (from VeggieTales) hates poop and he wasn't going to help me clean it up....it was all I could do to keep from throwing up and this commentary was driving me nuts! So in a *very* proud mommy moment, I yelled at him to just LEAVE!

Immediately after cleaning everything up, Zachary starts walking through the house YELLING, "STINKY! I STINKY!!" *sigh* At some point, we all needed to eat breakfast and at this rate, I wasn't going to be very hungry.

Don't worry, be happy!

Pics of the boys. I have to admit, Marc-Adam spends the majority of his waking hours with that very worried look on his face. You think he knows what he's in for?

In order to keep my pledge and not fall off the wagon 2 days into it, I'm having to post from my parents' house because there's something wrong on my computer. I can't stay logged in to anything. I had some cute pics to post, too. Maybe soon.

I have nothing fun or funny or profound to say. Life is moving at the speed that the holidays bring. I actually got the boys' Christmas presents wrapped this morning, and since they are the only ones we are buying for this year, I guess I'm done! The house is all decorated. I love decorating the tree with the kids. All the ornaments are at their eye level and all on one side of the tree. The rearrange them every once in a while, or start taking all the satin threading ff the satin balls. I love Christmas and I'm so glad the kids are getting to the age that they do, too! And Stephen's getting to the age that he's into some cool things so it's really fun to buy for him.

Tonight we are starting Financial Peace University. I'm really excited about it and hope we can get some good things out of it. We could stand to pay off a little (ahem, maybe a bit more than a little) debt and building up some sort of savings would be a good thing. I just keep thinking that 6 years into being "grown-ups" that we should be better with our money. I'm hoping to meet folks in the same boat as us to make me feel a little better about that.

Oh, Marc-Adam finally gave up a smile. He's so sweet....have I said that, yet?