So we went to the zoo on Sunday to get our family pass (thanks to Groupon), and Anderson ran into one of those wooden pedestal things that looks like a plaque tipped forward on an angle . . . you know, the things that tell you the animal's name, habitat, diet, etc. Now, when I say ran into, I don't mean he turned around a bumped it. I mean he was barreling towards me from another exhibit and just totally smashed into it. It laid him out. I guess it was kind of eye level with him and he was looking at me, so he didn't really see it. It instantly swelled halfway shut and is now pretty shades of blue, black, and purple. He was a tough guy considering how bad it must've hurt. He told Kurt today, "Just call me Anderson-purple-eye, dad. Cuz that's what I have."
While we were watching Ellie at ice-skating lessons today, Caroline said, "Hi baby" in a sweet little voice to an actual baby! I was impressed, mostly because I didn't know she could even say baby, let alone identify one.
Walker just got another awesome report card and is starting Hot Stove next week. He's about as excited as Walker can get.
Peace, yo. I'm out. (That's for you, Kurt.)
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
Words, words, words!
Caroline is exploding with words these last few days. Here's what I can remember right now.
-dipo (diaper)
-snaaa (snack)
-jump
-DeeDee (Andrea)
-rah rah (Hercules - Andrea's dog)
-yeah (yes)
-yay
-cack (quack)
-ni-ni (night-night)
-Bob
-gama (grandma)
She also says "bye-bye da-da" anytime she sees Kurt put his shoes or coat on. Very cute!
That's all for now . . .
-dipo (diaper)
-snaaa (snack)
-jump
-DeeDee (Andrea)
-rah rah (Hercules - Andrea's dog)
-yeah (yes)
-yay
-cack (quack)
-ni-ni (night-night)
-Bob
-gama (grandma)
She also says "bye-bye da-da" anytime she sees Kurt put his shoes or coat on. Very cute!
That's all for now . . .
Sunday, March 13, 2011
The Gross Just Keeps Coming
So here's one thing you never want to hear come out of the mouth of your 3 year old (from the bathroom):
"Mo-om. . . I just got my pants wet with a toot." Gross!
On a lighter note, Caroline is saying more and more each day. A few days ago, Anderson was happy about his chocolate chip waffles for breakfast and shouted an excited "BooYah!" Caroline quickly followed with a "BooBah." She also moo's and ruff's like a cow and dog, says "up, up, up, up" when you're trying to cook dinner (or any other activity that requires both hands), points to various body parts when named, LOVES to color in her high chair, and requests specific books at bedtime - depending on her mood the choices are Brown Bear, Clifford Goes Skating, Clifford's Bedtime, Blessing Everywhere, Where is Baby's Belly Button, Where is the Duck. I just love that she has her own little personality and exerting her independence more every day.
"Mo-om. . . I just got my pants wet with a toot." Gross!
On a lighter note, Caroline is saying more and more each day. A few days ago, Anderson was happy about his chocolate chip waffles for breakfast and shouted an excited "BooYah!" Caroline quickly followed with a "BooBah." She also moo's and ruff's like a cow and dog, says "up, up, up, up" when you're trying to cook dinner (or any other activity that requires both hands), points to various body parts when named, LOVES to color in her high chair, and requests specific books at bedtime - depending on her mood the choices are Brown Bear, Clifford Goes Skating, Clifford's Bedtime, Blessing Everywhere, Where is Baby's Belly Button, Where is the Duck. I just love that she has her own little personality and exerting her independence more every day.
Signing off for now with the greatest pictures of all time . . . Gracie giving THE LOOK!
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Grossest post: Part 2
Welp, I spoke too soon. Here's the status after I pushed out last night's post:
Carla - WAY sick
Me - still fine
Walker - woke up sick at 1 am
Ellie - woke up sick at 9 pm
Anderson - sick all night
Caroline - slept all night, thank God.
Unfortunately, she was the only one that got a good night's sleep. Carla and the kids were up all night shouting at their shoes and I was on clean-up duty. Between the two of us, Carla and I dumped out over 25 buckets, no exaggeration. I had to do 3 loads of laundry in the middle of the night and clean up floors and furniture over and over. I also used well over half a bottle of Purel in hopes of not catching this bug. Of course, when you're elbow deep in flu byproduct all night, the odds are stacked against you.
Things calmed down after about 4 am, and everyone got a couple hours of solid sleep. Of course, Caroline woke up at 6 and wanted to play with everyone. I had to take her over to my mom and dad's for a while so she wouldn't re-catch this thing. We're home now, and everyone seems to be doing quite a bit better. Soup for lunch and TV all day should get them back on their feet pretty soon. I sure am glad I already had planned to take today off work because of the surgery. There's no way Carla could be taking care of all the kids right now. It's kind of funny - I was supposed to be home alone all day, reading, relaxing, watching TV, whatever, and instead I'm in the caretaker's role. I'm so thankful that whatever cocktail the docs gave me yesterday didn't screw with me like when I got my wisdom teeth out. I was sick for days after that. This time, I felt great as soon as I woke up.
Well, time for more Purel (I'm pretty sure Carla was touching this keyboard earlier) and hopefully everyone will go down for naps.
Carla - WAY sick
Me - still fine
Walker - woke up sick at 1 am
Ellie - woke up sick at 9 pm
Anderson - sick all night
Caroline - slept all night, thank God.
Unfortunately, she was the only one that got a good night's sleep. Carla and the kids were up all night shouting at their shoes and I was on clean-up duty. Between the two of us, Carla and I dumped out over 25 buckets, no exaggeration. I had to do 3 loads of laundry in the middle of the night and clean up floors and furniture over and over. I also used well over half a bottle of Purel in hopes of not catching this bug. Of course, when you're elbow deep in flu byproduct all night, the odds are stacked against you.
Things calmed down after about 4 am, and everyone got a couple hours of solid sleep. Of course, Caroline woke up at 6 and wanted to play with everyone. I had to take her over to my mom and dad's for a while so she wouldn't re-catch this thing. We're home now, and everyone seems to be doing quite a bit better. Soup for lunch and TV all day should get them back on their feet pretty soon. I sure am glad I already had planned to take today off work because of the surgery. There's no way Carla could be taking care of all the kids right now. It's kind of funny - I was supposed to be home alone all day, reading, relaxing, watching TV, whatever, and instead I'm in the caretaker's role. I'm so thankful that whatever cocktail the docs gave me yesterday didn't screw with me like when I got my wisdom teeth out. I was sick for days after that. This time, I felt great as soon as I woke up.
Well, time for more Purel (I'm pretty sure Carla was touching this keyboard earlier) and hopefully everyone will go down for naps.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Hand's down the grossest post ever
Last night, Gracie, pretty explosive in the diaper area - definitely flu-like. Crass but accurate, Carla and I kept saying, "Caroline's butt threw up again."
This morning, Carla and I were at the hospital at 7:30 to get my head cut open. There was something growing out of it that they wanted to biopsy. Turns out it was a lipoma, which is benign, which is good. Mom couldn't watch the kids as planned b/c she, too, has the flu. Aunt Ann came over to watch them and we took Walker to a teacher friend of Carla's house so he could get a ride to school. The surgery went really fast and really well. We were home before lunch and I, the epitome of anesthesia wusses, didn't feel even a little sick.
Tonight, after supper, Anderson, "My belly hurts," then off to play. Five minutes later, back to the kitchen to throw up on the floor, twice. Fifteen minutes later, "Can we have popcorn?" 45 minutes later, throwing up again. Thirty seconds later, "Can I have some pretzels?" Right now, bent over the bucket but unproductive so far.
Carla's feeling not-so-great now, too, and Ellie just buzzed by me on the way to the bathroom. She said she felt like she was going to throw up, but she didn't. Maybe it just seemed like the fashionable thing to do.
Nope, she's on the toilet. Seems she may have gotten Caroline's version of things, out the out way, not out the in way.
What we have:
Carla - sickish
Me - sore head
Walker - fine
Ellie - getting sick?
Anderson - definitely sick
Caroline - better now, we think
Aunt Ann - very soon to be sick (sorry, Aunt Ann)
What we don't have:
2 parents sick at the same time (that's the worst)
Anyone "hospital sick"
Cancer (well, I guess that would actually be the worst)
It's definitely one of those times to count blessings.
Now, Anderson's being productive.
This morning, Carla and I were at the hospital at 7:30 to get my head cut open. There was something growing out of it that they wanted to biopsy. Turns out it was a lipoma, which is benign, which is good. Mom couldn't watch the kids as planned b/c she, too, has the flu. Aunt Ann came over to watch them and we took Walker to a teacher friend of Carla's house so he could get a ride to school. The surgery went really fast and really well. We were home before lunch and I, the epitome of anesthesia wusses, didn't feel even a little sick.
Tonight, after supper, Anderson, "My belly hurts," then off to play. Five minutes later, back to the kitchen to throw up on the floor, twice. Fifteen minutes later, "Can we have popcorn?" 45 minutes later, throwing up again. Thirty seconds later, "Can I have some pretzels?" Right now, bent over the bucket but unproductive so far.
Carla's feeling not-so-great now, too, and Ellie just buzzed by me on the way to the bathroom. She said she felt like she was going to throw up, but she didn't. Maybe it just seemed like the fashionable thing to do.
Nope, she's on the toilet. Seems she may have gotten Caroline's version of things, out the out way, not out the in way.
What we have:
Carla - sickish
Me - sore head
Walker - fine
Ellie - getting sick?
Anderson - definitely sick
Caroline - better now, we think
Aunt Ann - very soon to be sick (sorry, Aunt Ann)
What we don't have:
2 parents sick at the same time (that's the worst)
Anyone "hospital sick"
Cancer (well, I guess that would actually be the worst)
It's definitely one of those times to count blessings.
Now, Anderson's being productive.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Foodhydration
When Walker gets really hungry, he says, "But, mom, I'm foodhydrated!" One day Ellie was really thirsty, so she, of course, said, "Mom, I'm drinkhydrated!"
Caroline figured out how to dump her milk out of her sippy cup by turning it upside down and bending the nub on her tray. She's dumped out two full cups already. I guess it's time to take those away. Some new words of hers are Ouch (more like "outh"), Reach (more like "each"), Stop It! (Dop it!), Ellie (Ey), and Andrea ("Dee Dee, rourourou," like a dog, 'cause Andrea has a dog, not because she's ugly).
Anderson wanted to start our game this morning so he said, "OK, the game starts, it's sixty-four o'clock!" Then, he was scratching his legs so I asked him if they itched. "Only my cheeky-bums." After our game, I made him eggs for breakfast and he sang, "Mary had a yellow egg, Mary had a yellow egg, Hi-ho, the derry-o, Marry had a yellow egg."
Caroline figured out how to dump her milk out of her sippy cup by turning it upside down and bending the nub on her tray. She's dumped out two full cups already. I guess it's time to take those away. Some new words of hers are Ouch (more like "outh"), Reach (more like "each"), Stop It! (Dop it!), Ellie (Ey), and Andrea ("Dee Dee, rourourou," like a dog, 'cause Andrea has a dog, not because she's ugly).
Anderson wanted to start our game this morning so he said, "OK, the game starts, it's sixty-four o'clock!" Then, he was scratching his legs so I asked him if they itched. "Only my cheeky-bums." After our game, I made him eggs for breakfast and he sang, "Mary had a yellow egg, Mary had a yellow egg, Hi-ho, the derry-o, Marry had a yellow egg."
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Just a typical Saturday
We had bagels for breakfast yesterday and Carla asked Anderson to take Ellie's plate over to her. He, of course, didn't hold it steady and one fell off. He said, "Sorry I dropped your goggle, Ellie."
Then, I took Walker and Ellie to Walker's basketball clinic, while Carla took the younger two to Caroline's first ever haircut. While we were at Walker's basketball clinic, I asked El if she was going to play basketball when she was old enough. Her response: "Well, Dad, I'm not, like, really . . . into throwing things." While the others were at Caroline's haircut, Anderson spun a barber chair in circles, chased it, yelled, "Get back here you stinkin' chair!", and cracked up at himself.
Then Carla took her 2 to the grocery market, the Y, then for a "washdown" (Anderson's term for a car wash), and I took the older 2 to Walmart, Green Farms, and a washdown.
Then, we came home for lunch, dropped the younger 2 off and took the older 2 ice skating. As soon as Walker hit the ice, he started trying to sprint, which made him look like a cartoon cat trying to run away from a stack of acme TNT. The only place he could was down. Ellie was much more tentative, which means she was able to move a little more on the ice. I kept telling Walker, "Lazy feet, walker, lazy feet." It took him a solid hour to get what we were saying. Carla mainly pushed a kid around the rink while I, not being able to bend over that far and keep my own balance, just held a kid's hand and provided soft landings for them. By the time we were finishing up, Ellie was getting around pretty well by herself, no hand, no wall. Walker was doing much much better, but still a little unstable. He made the most progress, but Ellie's the better skater as of now. She'll get better still, though, b/c we signed her up for ice skating lessons. That, to my knowledge, does not involve throwing things.
Then, we went to Brown Bag Burger for supper (at about 3:45) and to Dick's for a new glove, spikes, and bat for Walker. We got home around 6 and left again at about 7:30 to drop off Caroline at my mom and dad's and took the other 3 to Carla's aunt's for a surprise birthday party for her other aunt. Someone had made a marshmallow-whipped cream-pudding-fruit mishmash. When I grimaced when I saw it, Carla's aunt said, "What's the matter, you don't like pineapple?"
Then, I took Walker and Ellie to Walker's basketball clinic, while Carla took the younger two to Caroline's first ever haircut. While we were at Walker's basketball clinic, I asked El if she was going to play basketball when she was old enough. Her response: "Well, Dad, I'm not, like, really . . . into throwing things." While the others were at Caroline's haircut, Anderson spun a barber chair in circles, chased it, yelled, "Get back here you stinkin' chair!", and cracked up at himself.
Then Carla took her 2 to the grocery market, the Y, then for a "washdown" (Anderson's term for a car wash), and I took the older 2 to Walmart, Green Farms, and a washdown.
Then, we came home for lunch, dropped the younger 2 off and took the older 2 ice skating. As soon as Walker hit the ice, he started trying to sprint, which made him look like a cartoon cat trying to run away from a stack of acme TNT. The only place he could was down. Ellie was much more tentative, which means she was able to move a little more on the ice. I kept telling Walker, "Lazy feet, walker, lazy feet." It took him a solid hour to get what we were saying. Carla mainly pushed a kid around the rink while I, not being able to bend over that far and keep my own balance, just held a kid's hand and provided soft landings for them. By the time we were finishing up, Ellie was getting around pretty well by herself, no hand, no wall. Walker was doing much much better, but still a little unstable. He made the most progress, but Ellie's the better skater as of now. She'll get better still, though, b/c we signed her up for ice skating lessons. That, to my knowledge, does not involve throwing things.
Then, we went to Brown Bag Burger for supper (at about 3:45) and to Dick's for a new glove, spikes, and bat for Walker. We got home around 6 and left again at about 7:30 to drop off Caroline at my mom and dad's and took the other 3 to Carla's aunt's for a surprise birthday party for her other aunt. Someone had made a marshmallow-whipped cream-pudding-fruit mishmash. When I grimaced when I saw it, Carla's aunt said, "What's the matter, you don't like pineapple?"
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