"I want applesauce!"
"What? You want a kiss?"
"No, applesauce!"
"Hugs and Kisses?"
"No! Applesauce!"
"Okay, let's go look. I don't see any; I think it's all gone."
"Oh."
"Do you want a granola bar?"
"I already had that."
"Hmm. Carrots?"
"They're all gone."
"No, here's some in a can, right here."
"Oh. Are they new?"
"Yup, Mommy bought more at the store."
"Oh, they're new! *clapping* Good job Mommy!"
:D If I had known all I had to do was buy canned carrots at the store to be a good Mommy...
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Friday, February 23, 2007
Noah's Exploits
Well, Noah has officially graduated from henchman to villain. Up to now, he's participated in the projects Sarah comes up with. Well, no longer. He initiated his own plot to drive his mother crazy. Three times in the past two days, he's gotten into the paints from the preschool supply box (which is now on TOP of the cabinet, thank you). Carpet, couch, computer monitor screen, chairs, Sarah's shoes, etc. Fortunately, this is all Crayola Washable paints, and it's come off just about everything. But still. I wasn't looking for something to do that badly.
And this morning he also decorated himself. He had blue tempera paint all over his shirt and pants--and apparently his diaper needed decorating too... When I caught him this morning, I just looked at him. And he looked up at me and said, "That was naughty."
And this morning he also decorated himself. He had blue tempera paint all over his shirt and pants--and apparently his diaper needed decorating too... When I caught him this morning, I just looked at him. And he looked up at me and said, "That was naughty."
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
What the kids are up to
I asked Sarah what picture of her she wanted on the blog, and she picked this one. She's quite creative in her drawings. This one is "a living, flying pyramid."
Noah has discovered a new tactic to avoid naps. He crawls into the space between his bed and the wall and colors or reads stories where Mommy can't see that he's out of bed. He sure fooled me. ;-)
Karen is discovering her hands. She likes to eat them, wave them, and watch them. She is also figuring out how to bat at toys with them.
Awwww. Look at that smile!
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Friday, February 09, 2007
I think we've watched too much Dora lately
Karen rolled over from her tummy for the first time Wednesday evening.
It was followed by a celebratory song and dance that goes as follows: "Dundundundundundundun She did it! She did it! She did it! Yay! Lo Hizo! She did it! ...Karen was on her tummy...and then she rolled over, yeah she did it. She did it! She did it! Hooray!" ...with the little arms back and forth movements.
And last night, Noah was hitting a ball saying, "Whack! Whack! Say it with me Mommy. Whack! Whack!"
Good thing that DVD is going back to the library soon.
It was followed by a celebratory song and dance that goes as follows: "Dundundundundundundun She did it! She did it! She did it! Yay! Lo Hizo! She did it! ...Karen was on her tummy...and then she rolled over, yeah she did it. She did it! She did it! Hooray!" ...with the little arms back and forth movements.
And last night, Noah was hitting a ball saying, "Whack! Whack! Say it with me Mommy. Whack! Whack!"
Good thing that DVD is going back to the library soon.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Oh, What a Morning
And it wasn't beautiful.
Noah was playing his "I'm not going to sleep" game last night again. He didn't get to sleep until 10:30, so he was pretty cranky this morning. I had to get up earlier than I prefer because we had to drop Rich off at work. We're waiting for a part to come in to fix the other car, so we're making do with the one car for the moment.
We went right from dropping Rich off to the clubhouse for Sarah's dance class. I got her changed into her dance clothes quickly, and we headed inside. Then Noah decided to pitch the world's biggest tantrum. Biggest. In the world. We're trying to walk the 30 feet from the front door to the dance room, and he is screaming his head off, flailing, and wrapping himself around both my legs so I can't move (while I'm carrying the infant carrier, of course). I managed to shuffle to the dance room, scooting him ahead of me. The dance teacher wasn't there yet, so I'm trying to get Sarah into her dance shoes while Noah continues to scream at the top of his lungs.
When the dance teacher got there, I picked Noah up around his waist and tucked him under one arm and grabbed the carrier with my free hand. I hauled Noah and Karen through the clubhouse back out to the van, with Noah screaming, "I don't wanna go to the car!" the whole way. I pretty much locked Noah in the back part of the van to scream and took Karen into the front seat with me because she was starving by this point. So I fed Karen while Noah screamed. The. Entire. Time.
When Karen was done, I asked Noah if he wanted to get out of the car. He did, so I told him he needed to calm down and get control, and he settled down for the most part. I mopped his face with a couple of tissues, and we headed back inside. Once inside, he began screaming again and wanted up. I picked him up and waddled back to the window outside dance class towing a toddler, baby, diaper bag, and carrier. I put the diaper bag and carrier down and just held Noah (who promptly fell asleep) until class was over. And yes, I'm that talented--I also managed to write a check for a recital costume and February classes.
By the way, why is it that children gain about 30 pounds just by falling asleep?
After class, I waddled back out, carrying the now-sleeping toddler, diaper bag, and baby-in-carrier. We got outside when Sarah realized she was still wearing her dance shoes and left her street shoes in class. And no, of course, she couldn't run back by herself to get them. I had to carry everything back with her. About halfway, a woman leaving the clubhouse saw us and walked Sarah to get her shoes so I could stay put. And then another mother from the dance class helped carry Karen and her seat to the van. (Thank heaven for compassionate people.) And we drove home.
Where I had 1/2 hour to shower and get Noah a clean shirt, etc. before getting back in the van to meet Rich for lunch. (We were meeting one of his Woodbadge patrol buddies and his family for lunch.) And of course, at this point, Karen decided she'd had enough of being in her seat. Not that I blame her, but... So she screamed the entire time I was in the shower and getting dressed and...pretty much until we pulled out of the driveway and the vibration put her back to sleep. Poor kid. And she'd been so nice last night--she slept from 8:30 p.m. until 5:30 a.m.
At least lunch was good. Karen slept, the kids were in a better mood, and Schlotzsky's is yummy. Maybe I can finagle everyone into naps this afternoon. A Mom can dream, can't she?
(Wow. This blog is great for journaling, huh?)
Noah was playing his "I'm not going to sleep" game last night again. He didn't get to sleep until 10:30, so he was pretty cranky this morning. I had to get up earlier than I prefer because we had to drop Rich off at work. We're waiting for a part to come in to fix the other car, so we're making do with the one car for the moment.
We went right from dropping Rich off to the clubhouse for Sarah's dance class. I got her changed into her dance clothes quickly, and we headed inside. Then Noah decided to pitch the world's biggest tantrum. Biggest. In the world. We're trying to walk the 30 feet from the front door to the dance room, and he is screaming his head off, flailing, and wrapping himself around both my legs so I can't move (while I'm carrying the infant carrier, of course). I managed to shuffle to the dance room, scooting him ahead of me. The dance teacher wasn't there yet, so I'm trying to get Sarah into her dance shoes while Noah continues to scream at the top of his lungs.
When the dance teacher got there, I picked Noah up around his waist and tucked him under one arm and grabbed the carrier with my free hand. I hauled Noah and Karen through the clubhouse back out to the van, with Noah screaming, "I don't wanna go to the car!" the whole way. I pretty much locked Noah in the back part of the van to scream and took Karen into the front seat with me because she was starving by this point. So I fed Karen while Noah screamed. The. Entire. Time.
When Karen was done, I asked Noah if he wanted to get out of the car. He did, so I told him he needed to calm down and get control, and he settled down for the most part. I mopped his face with a couple of tissues, and we headed back inside. Once inside, he began screaming again and wanted up. I picked him up and waddled back to the window outside dance class towing a toddler, baby, diaper bag, and carrier. I put the diaper bag and carrier down and just held Noah (who promptly fell asleep) until class was over. And yes, I'm that talented--I also managed to write a check for a recital costume and February classes.
By the way, why is it that children gain about 30 pounds just by falling asleep?
After class, I waddled back out, carrying the now-sleeping toddler, diaper bag, and baby-in-carrier. We got outside when Sarah realized she was still wearing her dance shoes and left her street shoes in class. And no, of course, she couldn't run back by herself to get them. I had to carry everything back with her. About halfway, a woman leaving the clubhouse saw us and walked Sarah to get her shoes so I could stay put. And then another mother from the dance class helped carry Karen and her seat to the van. (Thank heaven for compassionate people.) And we drove home.
Where I had 1/2 hour to shower and get Noah a clean shirt, etc. before getting back in the van to meet Rich for lunch. (We were meeting one of his Woodbadge patrol buddies and his family for lunch.) And of course, at this point, Karen decided she'd had enough of being in her seat. Not that I blame her, but... So she screamed the entire time I was in the shower and getting dressed and...pretty much until we pulled out of the driveway and the vibration put her back to sleep. Poor kid. And she'd been so nice last night--she slept from 8:30 p.m. until 5:30 a.m.
At least lunch was good. Karen slept, the kids were in a better mood, and Schlotzsky's is yummy. Maybe I can finagle everyone into naps this afternoon. A Mom can dream, can't she?
(Wow. This blog is great for journaling, huh?)
Field Trip to the Police Station
I went with Sarah's preschool group to assist with a field trip to the police station. Noah got to tag along too.
The kids got to climb all over inside a squad car and on a motorcycle. They got to turn on lights and sirens.
they got to look at the courtroom and meet the judge, they got fingerprinted, they got Jr. officer badges, they got to talk on walkie talkies...
And they gave each of the kids a very cute stuffed bear that had been donated in quantity by Starbucks, apparently. It was a terrific visit. Noah loves the bear, which speaks in a cute high, sqeaky voice (voiced by Noah).
The kids got to climb all over inside a squad car and on a motorcycle. They got to turn on lights and sirens.
They got to try on several different hats and helmets, 
they got to sit in a little holding cell (unlocked, of course), 
they got to look at the courtroom and meet the judge, they got fingerprinted, they got Jr. officer badges, they got to talk on walkie talkies...
And they gave each of the kids a very cute stuffed bear that had been donated in quantity by Starbucks, apparently. It was a terrific visit. Noah loves the bear, which speaks in a cute high, sqeaky voice (voiced by Noah).
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Proof!
So, yes, it actually snowed in Tucson. The last time I remember it snowing at all here was when I was in high school 10 years ago. The kids had lots of fun playing in the snow. Noah was rather upset that his hands got really cold, so he then borrowed some mittens from Nana. He learned his lesson, because he later sneaked back outside without his coat...but he had those mittens on!
Saturday, January 27, 2007
2-year-olds
Now that Sarah appears to be over most of her destructive phases (the make up, the nail polish, the potions, the dumped food...), of course it's Noah's turn.
He's a little devil some days. Today, his favorite pastime was poking Karen in the eye when I wasn't looking. He was up till almost 11 last night because he kept getting out of bed, playing with toys, trying to climb into Karen's crib, etc. I was pretty proud of myself for not losing it--just returning him to bed firmly every time I caught him out. And yesterday, I caught him in the middle of his big sister's bed with scissors, merrily cutting a giant hole in the middle of her sheets. He managed to cut a small hole in his pants and shirt while he was at it. And of course, he's trying to give up napping, which gives him plenty more time to get into mischief. I just have to shake my head and sigh.
Oh, and on top of the late night last night, my husband woke me up around 5 a.m. (when he was getting ready to leave me for a Scout 20-mile hike) to let me know that the hamster has gotten out. We searched the house, but no luck so far. She's still loose around here somewhere. Hopefully she'll come out of hiding when she gets hungry. (Ha ha. Like there's any shortage of food on the floor she can scavenge.)
He's a little devil some days. Today, his favorite pastime was poking Karen in the eye when I wasn't looking. He was up till almost 11 last night because he kept getting out of bed, playing with toys, trying to climb into Karen's crib, etc. I was pretty proud of myself for not losing it--just returning him to bed firmly every time I caught him out. And yesterday, I caught him in the middle of his big sister's bed with scissors, merrily cutting a giant hole in the middle of her sheets. He managed to cut a small hole in his pants and shirt while he was at it. And of course, he's trying to give up napping, which gives him plenty more time to get into mischief. I just have to shake my head and sigh.
Oh, and on top of the late night last night, my husband woke me up around 5 a.m. (when he was getting ready to leave me for a Scout 20-mile hike) to let me know that the hamster has gotten out. We searched the house, but no luck so far. She's still loose around here somewhere. Hopefully she'll come out of hiding when she gets hungry. (Ha ha. Like there's any shortage of food on the floor she can scavenge.)
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