I was in the bathroom, hoping not to be disturbed. Soon, I hear Kiddo calling for me, wondering where I have gone. I yell that I'm in the bathroom, and continue to hope she'll leave me alone (and not let Babs onto my location).
A moment or two later, there is a knock at my door.
"Yes?" I say.
"Mom," replies Kiddo
"What?" I ask.
"Mom," says Kiddo
"What?" I ask, less patiently.
"Mom," says Kiddo
"WHAT?" I ask.
"Mom," says Kiddo.
"WHAT????"
She opens the door and looks at me.
"Why are you knocking at the door?" I demand.
"Because you're talking to me" she innocently replied.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
feeding Babs
If you are ever responsible for feeding Babs, and she just won't eat anything, try chili. She'll always eat that. But be forewarned, there are consequences.
(By the way, this is a before picture. By the end the bib is ripped off, her tray is coated, her face is coated, her hands are coated, and there is always chili in her hair.)
(By the way, this is a before picture. By the end the bib is ripped off, her tray is coated, her face is coated, her hands are coated, and there is always chili in her hair.)
Sunday, May 22, 2011
the sabbath day
Church was stake conference today, a broadcast from Salt Lake. It went from 10 -12. We met in another building, which meant we were actually in meetinghouse, with clean carpet, clean walls with no holes, good temperature control, and all the things our building lacks.
Since it was stake conference my husband and I were not running around the whole time with our various responsibilities. We were home by 1, and not exhausted. We spent the afternoon with our children. There was time to make a tent, make cookies. It was refreshing. It was, dare I say it?, a day of rest.
Since it was stake conference my husband and I were not running around the whole time with our various responsibilities. We were home by 1, and not exhausted. We spent the afternoon with our children. There was time to make a tent, make cookies. It was refreshing. It was, dare I say it?, a day of rest.
the most magical sound
Baby laughter is magic. It is sweet, pure, and full of joy. I loved it with Kiddo (whose laughter is still pretty magical); I love it with Babs.
But I've found an even more magical sound, it is that of your kids laughing together.
Kiddo was hiding under her "tent" (a sheet rigged up by her daddy). She would say peek-a-boo to Babs, then drop the sheet again, then lean in to Babs, who would lean into her. As their faces touched through the sheets they would both break into peals of laughter. They did it again, and again, and again.
Magic.
But I've found an even more magical sound, it is that of your kids laughing together.
Kiddo was hiding under her "tent" (a sheet rigged up by her daddy). She would say peek-a-boo to Babs, then drop the sheet again, then lean in to Babs, who would lean into her. As their faces touched through the sheets they would both break into peals of laughter. They did it again, and again, and again.
Magic.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
full name
After a full morning of errands, I was just trying to get the girls to the car. As usual, Kiddo was interested in everything, so we had stopped to play under a maple tree, observe another tree, investigate the ants, and did I mention I just wanted to get to the car?
"C'mon Kiddo" I sighed, hefting Babs to my other side, starting again to walk to the car.
A few steps later I turn around to check that she's following. She is not, in fact she is heading in the opposite direction, which happens to be in the direction of a fairly busy road.
"Kiddo!" I yell. "Come here!" She has stopped by now, looking at some weeds in the grass, continuing to commune with the tree, but certainly not coming. I yell her name a few more times.
"Kiddo Jones!" I yell, using her full name to underscore the importance of her listening to me NOW. She jumps up, gives me the look that tells me she now knows she has crossed the line of my patience, and starts running towards me.
"Mama Jones!" she yells back, "I'm coming!"
Mysteriously, my frustration evaporated, as I laughed our way back to the car.
"C'mon Kiddo" I sighed, hefting Babs to my other side, starting again to walk to the car.
A few steps later I turn around to check that she's following. She is not, in fact she is heading in the opposite direction, which happens to be in the direction of a fairly busy road.
"Kiddo!" I yell. "Come here!" She has stopped by now, looking at some weeds in the grass, continuing to commune with the tree, but certainly not coming. I yell her name a few more times.
"Kiddo Jones!" I yell, using her full name to underscore the importance of her listening to me NOW. She jumps up, gives me the look that tells me she now knows she has crossed the line of my patience, and starts running towards me.
"Mama Jones!" she yells back, "I'm coming!"
Mysteriously, my frustration evaporated, as I laughed our way back to the car.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
not that way
We took the girls to the "colorful park" this evening. They both enjoyed themselves immensely. Babs was finally getting enough upset that I decided to take her home. She cried/whined as I walked up the stairs and across the street. Finally I asked her, "Do you want to walk?" She replied by trying to jump out of my arms. I set her down, holding her hands (because she can't walk by herself yet). She determinedly turned herself around, and started back for the park. She was so adamant about what she wanted that I gave her a reprieve, and let her play for 10 more minutes.
early morning frustrations
We were in a hotel this last weekend for my cousin's wedding. One morning Babs woke up early, and wouldn't go back to sleep. We tried to comfort her, but there was only wailing on her part. Kiddo tried to sleep through it, but was unsuccessful. This became clear when she sat up in her bed, and yelled "Mom! Why is she crying?!" At that request I picked her up, and brought her to my parents room, where she slept peacefully for the next 45 minutes.
This morning she woke up with wet underwear at 6:30 am. [side note: she now sleeps with underwear, and is almost always dry. I'm very proud of her. She will tell you, I have a special pad on my bed, so now I can sleep in my underwear.] I was mentally preparing myself for a long morning, as we assessed her bed (hardly wet at all), took her to the potty, and changed her underwear. But as she was sitting on the potty she exclaimed "I want to be in my bed!" So we got her there as fast as we could, and left her there. Not only was it not an early morning for me, but she slept for three more hours.
It seems more and more true that Kiddo, just like her daddy, really likes her bed in the morning.
This morning she woke up with wet underwear at 6:30 am. [side note: she now sleeps with underwear, and is almost always dry. I'm very proud of her. She will tell you, I have a special pad on my bed, so now I can sleep in my underwear.] I was mentally preparing myself for a long morning, as we assessed her bed (hardly wet at all), took her to the potty, and changed her underwear. But as she was sitting on the potty she exclaimed "I want to be in my bed!" So we got her there as fast as we could, and left her there. Not only was it not an early morning for me, but she slept for three more hours.
It seems more and more true that Kiddo, just like her daddy, really likes her bed in the morning.
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