Kylee dropped her van off this morning to get a few things fixed and forgot to get her garage door opener and house keys before she left the car for a few days... Only a few years away from leaving the house with each foot in a different shoe, eh?
Love you, Ky!
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Nothing Funny... Just a Great Day Out.
I have been waiting and waiting for Seraphim to say something hysterical. And although she has said some great things I have nothing fall-off-your-chair-funny to say.
However, we did take Seraphim to her first Rockies game and a great time was had by all. She got to try her first big pretzel, which she didn't like because it was too salty. She did her first wave, sang "Take Me Out to the Ball Game" and loved clapping along with all those crowd participation clappy things they do at those big games. She got to hang out with her very best friend Britney, eat all the chips her little tummy could muster and couldn't stop talking about how much fun she had on the bus ride from the stadium to the car... It's the little things, right?
Anyway, here are some pictures of the day.
Getting ready to go...
This was her first time with two french braids.
The cup is the same size as her head!
Just being Seraphim...
Silly girls.
Glad we remembered the umbrella!
Seraphim and Brit, sweet friends.
She was so excited when we took her braids out because her hair was "bumpy".
I will get pics of Lily's first b-day up as soon as I have enough time to upload them all!
However, we did take Seraphim to her first Rockies game and a great time was had by all. She got to try her first big pretzel, which she didn't like because it was too salty. She did her first wave, sang "Take Me Out to the Ball Game" and loved clapping along with all those crowd participation clappy things they do at those big games. She got to hang out with her very best friend Britney, eat all the chips her little tummy could muster and couldn't stop talking about how much fun she had on the bus ride from the stadium to the car... It's the little things, right?
Anyway, here are some pictures of the day.
Getting ready to go...
This was her first time with two french braids.
The cup is the same size as her head!
Just being Seraphim...
Silly girls.
Glad we remembered the umbrella!
Seraphim and Brit, sweet friends.
She was so excited when we took her braids out because her hair was "bumpy".
I will get pics of Lily's first b-day up as soon as I have enough time to upload them all!
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Mom Brain
Word on the street is that when a woman is pregnant her brain can shrink up to 8% and may never return to it's pre-pregnancy capacity. Therefore, with every subsequent pregnancy the brain can get smaller and smaller, resulting in "mom brain".
All that said, Brian put together our new patio table and it came with a bottle of touch up paint. When he was finished with the project he left the bottle on the counter and I just happened to see it out of the corner of my eye...
Unfortunately I didn't read "TOUCH UP PAINT", I read "DOUCHE UP PAINT"... My "mom brain" is obviously raging! What the F is douche up paint? How is it used and do I even want to know?!?
Then I remembered these are the reasons that I have "mom brain" in the first place...
All that said, Brian put together our new patio table and it came with a bottle of touch up paint. When he was finished with the project he left the bottle on the counter and I just happened to see it out of the corner of my eye...
Unfortunately I didn't read "TOUCH UP PAINT", I read "DOUCHE UP PAINT"... My "mom brain" is obviously raging! What the F is douche up paint? How is it used and do I even want to know?!?
Then I remembered these are the reasons that I have "mom brain" in the first place...
Friday, April 11, 2008
bad parenting or crazy imagination?
They say that if you want to know more about your parenting, just listen to your kids play. Well, the other night, Seraphim was playing with her ponies and I started to listen in just to get a vibe on what she was pretending. This is what I heard:
Pony 1: "No I don't want to."
Pony 2: "I just want you to stay in here for a few days and wait for some more ice cold lemonade to come..."
WHAT KIND OF PARENT AM I?!?!?
Pony 1: "No I don't want to."
Pony 2: "I just want you to stay in here for a few days and wait for some more ice cold lemonade to come..."
WHAT KIND OF PARENT AM I?!?!?
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Pony Army
B and I were up late on Sunday night and I dozed a bit on the couch. When we finally got up to go to bed I was in quite a groggy state. We went upstairs and tucked the girls in like we do every night. But when I walked into their room Seraphim wasn’t in her bed. I stared at her My Little Pony bedding in complete surprise, which quickly turned into panic. I started wondering how someone could have broken in and taken her without us knowing! I whipped around to see B’s face silently telling me to calm down as he turned around and left the room to look in our bed. As he left I turned back around to stare at, what I thought was, her empty bed. Then, as the groggy fog cleared, I realized she was laying all sideways like, drooling away and blending right in with her My Little Ponies. I whistled B back in, turned her around and tucked her in.
As we walked into our room for the night I said that I just couldn’t even see her, it was like she was wearing My Little Pony camouflage. To which we looked right at each other and said, "ponyflage?"
I laughed heartily and he chuckled in that mild way that he does... it was a moment.
As we walked into our room for the night I said that I just couldn’t even see her, it was like she was wearing My Little Pony camouflage. To which we looked right at each other and said, "ponyflage?"
I laughed heartily and he chuckled in that mild way that he does... it was a moment.
The Green Alge Mile
Seraphim's fourth birthday is only nine days away. We are, of course, having a birthday party with all of her friends and our house is going to look like Hasboro came in and vomited My Little Pony crap all over our family room!
Last year for her birthday we had a small party with just a few people in attendance, one of which was Doug and Jess' roommate, Emily. Seraphim loved Emily, loved hanging out with Emily, loved playing with Emily... just generally loved all things Emily (Emily, moved back to Denver, PLEASE!!!) Anyway, Emily came to Seraphim's 3rd birthday party and the gifts she brought were a gigantic mylar balloon that sang Happy Birthday in Spanish when you smacked the crap out of it and a fish. That's right, you read that correctly, a fish. Marlin joined our family that fateful day and, surprise, surprise, I'm the one feeding him and cleaning out his G.D. bowl.
Lately, I've been trying to kill Marlin. I know it sounds harsh, but his life with us has got to be misery and, well, I generally hate taking care of the stupid thing. We tried to get Seraphim to feed him everyday after she ate breakfast, but he started eating too much and his bowl got SUPER gross.
Last night Brian, Seraphim and I were watching the Westminster Dog Show, I know, we're total geeks, but, like I said to Brian, it's like dog shopping without leaving the house! As we're watching, Seraphim is telling us which dogs she likes and why. At one point she tells us that she would like to get a dog but, "we're not allowed to have a dog here." I told her that of course we could have a dog here, this is our house and that we don't have one because we just haven't gotten one. I admit, that was a mistake, because after I said that she raced over to the kitchen where Marlin's bowl is and back over to the couch and said,
"Mom! Maybe if my fish dies we can get a dog!"
Sorry, Marlin, it looks like your days are numbered...
Last year for her birthday we had a small party with just a few people in attendance, one of which was Doug and Jess' roommate, Emily. Seraphim loved Emily, loved hanging out with Emily, loved playing with Emily... just generally loved all things Emily (Emily, moved back to Denver, PLEASE!!!) Anyway, Emily came to Seraphim's 3rd birthday party and the gifts she brought were a gigantic mylar balloon that sang Happy Birthday in Spanish when you smacked the crap out of it and a fish. That's right, you read that correctly, a fish. Marlin joined our family that fateful day and, surprise, surprise, I'm the one feeding him and cleaning out his G.D. bowl.
Lately, I've been trying to kill Marlin. I know it sounds harsh, but his life with us has got to be misery and, well, I generally hate taking care of the stupid thing. We tried to get Seraphim to feed him everyday after she ate breakfast, but he started eating too much and his bowl got SUPER gross.
Last night Brian, Seraphim and I were watching the Westminster Dog Show, I know, we're total geeks, but, like I said to Brian, it's like dog shopping without leaving the house! As we're watching, Seraphim is telling us which dogs she likes and why. At one point she tells us that she would like to get a dog but, "we're not allowed to have a dog here." I told her that of course we could have a dog here, this is our house and that we don't have one because we just haven't gotten one. I admit, that was a mistake, because after I said that she raced over to the kitchen where Marlin's bowl is and back over to the couch and said,
"Mom! Maybe if my fish dies we can get a dog!"
Sorry, Marlin, it looks like your days are numbered...
A Musical Bathtub...
Last nights tub was apparently quite inspiring for my four year old, Seraphim. Here are some of the lyrics to the songs she was singing in the tub last night. I wrote as fast as I could and still didn't get them all...
If you spill a cup of water you'll probably miss the race.
I pour them aloud in the sea
I pour them aloud in the sea
I pour them aloud in the sea
It's darkness and bring in the sea
It's darkness and know what it's for.
The water and take away and they put back...
It would be the proper thing to be
I'm diving slowly...
Of a longer moment, of a longer moment
You can be so cheap.
Now the snail was on a fish
The turtle, the turtle, the turtle
made lots of colors
and green and blue and red and purple and green and BLUE!
So much the way
Some match
Some ma-a-a-a-a-a-atch
Some do match, some do not
Some do, some not
Some match
Help, help, help, help
I want to hold your hand very tightly
And we'll have an ocean parade
that we can do
The day can dark and the sea can day
I couldn't tame and entertaine
So I hold on to your hand
I'm going away, hold on tight
If you spill a cup of water you'll probably miss the race.
I pour them aloud in the sea
I pour them aloud in the sea
I pour them aloud in the sea
It's darkness and bring in the sea
It's darkness and know what it's for.
The water and take away and they put back...
It would be the proper thing to be
I'm diving slowly...
Of a longer moment, of a longer moment
You can be so cheap.
Now the snail was on a fish
The turtle, the turtle, the turtle
made lots of colors
and green and blue and red and purple and green and BLUE!
So much the way
Some match
Some ma-a-a-a-a-a-atch
Some do match, some do not
Some do, some not
Some match
Help, help, help, help
I want to hold your hand very tightly
And we'll have an ocean parade
that we can do
The day can dark and the sea can day
I couldn't tame and entertaine
So I hold on to your hand
I'm going away, hold on tight
The 12 Days of... Christmas?
I wish I could express the tone and passion in which these mis-heard songs were sang to me and my brother-in-law... you'll just have to sing them to yourselves!
Silent Night? No, no... Glory Midnight.
The 12 Days of... Christmas? No, no... 3 calling birds, 3 finches, my old notebook... 3 coconuts in a pear tree.
Jingle Bell Rock? Pish, please... Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle bells RAW... Uncle Doug: Aw, no, you don't want to eat undercooked jingle bells.
Silent Night? No, no... Glory Midnight.
The 12 Days of... Christmas? No, no... 3 calling birds, 3 finches, my old notebook... 3 coconuts in a pear tree.
Jingle Bell Rock? Pish, please... Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle bells RAW... Uncle Doug: Aw, no, you don't want to eat undercooked jingle bells.
Banana hands...
My friend, Sarah, came over last night and hung out with the girls and I while Brian was at rehearsal for the upcoming Christmas services. Before we ate dinner Seraphim and Sarah started doing a puzzle with a picture of monkeys and when dinner was ready I told Seraphim she needed to stop with promises that she and Sarah could finish the puzzle while I put Lily to bed. When I came downstairs from my baby duties, they had restarted the monkey puzzle and Sarah informed me that the following converstation took place while I was away...
Seraphim: We could be jungle house builders...
Sarah: Can we live with the monkeys?
Seraphim: No... because they would imagine that our fingers were bananas and then they would eat them!
... banana hands...
Seraphim: We could be jungle house builders...
Sarah: Can we live with the monkeys?
Seraphim: No... because they would imagine that our fingers were bananas and then they would eat them!
... banana hands...
The first of many...
Soooo... On the advice of and with the inspiration from my great friend Laura, I've decided to start blogging about all of the hilarious things that my children do. While they will mostly be about my 4 year old, Seraphim Kate, I'm sure that Lily Joy, will catch up quickly... once she can talk.
To start I think I'll give you what we call "SK-isms" from our fridge door...
-While pretending with some dolls, "the stranger was allergic to girls..."
-Out at the store with Daddy, "Umm, Daddy... when I'm 100 I'm gonna get Strawberry Shortcake flip-flops and when I'm 8 I'm gonna get a tv in my bedroom..."
-While playing with a nativity set, "they came to worship the canimal..."
-Singing Frosty the Snowman, "With a popcorn pipe and a button nose and two eyes made out of cold, Humpity thump thump, Humpity thump thump...."
-Getting some food with Daddy from take out window and yelling from the backseat, "Yes, I'd like a vanilla soy latte and some ice cream to drink and a happy kids meal with sprinkles and cookies... Oh wait! Don't forget the kaseydeeuh!"
To start I think I'll give you what we call "SK-isms" from our fridge door...
-While pretending with some dolls, "the stranger was allergic to girls..."
-Out at the store with Daddy, "Umm, Daddy... when I'm 100 I'm gonna get Strawberry Shortcake flip-flops and when I'm 8 I'm gonna get a tv in my bedroom..."
-While playing with a nativity set, "they came to worship the canimal..."
-Singing Frosty the Snowman, "With a popcorn pipe and a button nose and two eyes made out of cold, Humpity thump thump, Humpity thump thump...."
-Getting some food with Daddy from take out window and yelling from the backseat, "Yes, I'd like a vanilla soy latte and some ice cream to drink and a happy kids meal with sprinkles and cookies... Oh wait! Don't forget the kaseydeeuh!"
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